#hehehehe came before it died

[ccuriousmischieff]

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[bumblingbabooshka]

Watching episode one of Voyager is like watching the first act of a horror movie

[lightlycareless]

Please make a oneshot with our couple taking a bath together 🥺💕 but you know it would not end with just a normal bath since it's naoya....heheheh

Heya anon!!

It would not even begin as a bath let's be real hahaaha. However, I do think Y/N would be the one starting the whole, you know, that 😏 it's probably one of the few moments you get to be in control. Kind of. hehe.

Warnings: smut. doing it in the shower!!! or bath whatever. slight mentions of pregnancy (more like wanting it)

Now, happy reading!!!

Before meeting you, Naoya hated going back to the estate.

He hated how lonely, scrutinized, and diminished he felt whenever returning to his supposedly called home after an extensive ordeal, only to be scolded for his seemingly lack of skills, even when he was already the best around. 

Naoya couldn't wait for the moment either his dad died so he could get control of the clan and do whatever he pleased, or leave, wait out for that moment and back to reclaim what was rightfully his.

But when you came along… Let's say his perspective changed for a lot of things.

Starting with this one: his fervent hatred to return home. Now, it's all he thought about: the moment he'd get to see your beautiful face cheerfully receive him, with those softly tinted cheeks and shiny eyes he wishes he could stare at for an eternity— though he supposes he could make do with the fact they were solely his for now.

Once informing you he was on his way back, Naoya already knew what to anticipate.

First, you'd ask his staff to solely leave his care to you, so when he arrives at the gates only you'd be there to receive him. No one else was worthy of his presence like you were, and they wouldn't dare risk his ire for interrupting this intimate moment between the two, so they complied without much resistance.

From there, a warm meal. Naturally, you were very knowledgeable of his tastes, so there was never overestimations when it came to your commitment. In fact, such sentiment, alongside your meek demeanor, fingers fidgeting with one another as you sweetly asked if he liked what you prepared is what made your food far more delicious than anything else. Though going out to restaurants was also a valid suggestion—if you felt like it, he’d arrange it.

And finally, perhaps his favorite activity of all, a bath. Just like all the things you’ve done for him, it was prepared with such delicacy there was no way he could let it pass; in fact, Naoya often preferred doing this first, and would probably do so far more frequently, if he didn’t end up dirtier afterwards.

“I’m tired.” Naoya states; and with just that simple word, you were able to clearly understand what he wanted—getting to act soon after by leading him into his personal bathroom, unfastening his shirt and hakama, letting it fall to the ground and subsequently revealing his toned body for your admiration, which you always did whenever he came back from a mission, but not for reasons one would expect.

It was the fretting side of you, the one hopelessly devoted to him, that consistently led you to observe if there were any new scars, injuries for you to tend and endear, for you could never hate anything related to Naoya.

Luckily, your husband was very cautious when working, and with his technique making it far easier to avoid curses, it was rare that he’d come with injuries, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t worry, nor show your appreciation for the work he puts in for the community, the same one you often think doesn’t deserve him.

It wouldn’t take much longer after that for you to strip as well, one swift movement and your kimono would fall alongside his clothes, Naoya’s breath hitching to his throat at the sight of your bare body as you guided him into the bathtub, promptly joining him.

“Does it hurt?” you murmur when beginning to scrub his body. Naoya finds it endearing that your touch, as gentle as it was, still managed to worry you of its adequacy.

“No.” he chuckles. “You’re quite adorable for fretting about such silly things.”

“I can’t help it, I worry for you whenever you’re away…”

“Really? And how much do you worry, if I must know?”

“I can’t tell you” you breathe, pressing soft kisses against his jaw. “But I can show you.”

“Always eager, my love. Is this what you thought about when I was gone?”

You press your lips together, letting out a subtle hum as you nod.

“Y—yes.” you breathe, kissing him once more and making Naoya sigh in turn, becoming putty underneath your gestures. “It’s the only thing I think about…”

“You’re a vixen.” He chuckles, hand trailing down your back and onto your ass, where he’d give it a tight squeeze, making you release a whine he quickly captivated with his lips.

Before the eyes of others, Naoya liked to present himself as powerful, imposing, domineering and with no intentions of ever considering others beyond what he could get out of them, if they served any purpose he could exploit, and discard them when they didn’t.

But with you, behind closed doors, he likes to indulge in something else; lean back, relax, and let you take the lead to deal with all his pent up frustrations.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone that spending never ending days away from his wife was bound to agitate him; thankfully, you seemed to understand this very well, and just as he expected of your lascivious nature, your hands would eventually find their way to his cock, innocently stroking it with the pretext of cleaning it, only for your velvety walls to engulf his hardness later on, choking him with the same agonizing tightness and warmth he could only describe as home.

“Aah… oh, fuck princess…!” Naoya groans, melting away between your kisses and steady jumps, keeping a stable pace that has you taking his member deeper and deeper, as if trying to imprint his size, to make up for all the emptiness you felt when alone. “Yeah… Keep—keep moving like that—!”

“I love you” you whined, pressing kisses against his neck as your hands roamed his body, worshiping the work he’s put in. The reflection astounding sorcerer he was, the future of the Zen'in—your husband. “I love you, Naoya-sama…”

“You—you whore” his cock twitches at your debauched use of titles, at the submission you've conceded for him, or whatever he was able to distinguish past your moans and the sound of water splashing alongside your thrusts. “Know your fucking place.”

“I'm — I'm sorry.” You whined, moving your lips up to his in efforts to kiss him, but his wicked interests deceive you, earning you a sour taste of rejection as seen on the teary look in your eyes. “N—No… Naoya… kiss—kiss me, please.”

“You already have my cock and you still want more?” He chuckled, enjoying the way you suffered by his indifference. “What did I do to earn such an ungrateful whore of a wife?”

But it was all a jest, of course it was, you knew that well—for the second time you attempt to captivate his mouth he immediately succumbs, taking in your soft lips and it's sweet flavor, the same one that completely hypnotized him the first time he had it, the one he'd rather die than to never taste again.

He could never deny you. Naoya physically couldn't, the pain of being away from you was too much to bear that he couldn't even hide it, ruining his mood even more than usual, to the point where outsiders kept their distance for their own safety. That much was your influence.

It's why Naoya gave you whatever you desired, though not without some banter, because you're the only one that has made him feel safe, capable of being vulnerable without the fear of being ridiculed, but most importantly loved.

So, he gives you all the kisses you want. All the caresses across your curves, sweet nothings against your ear, and his seed deep inside your belly, holding you tightly against him, careful to not let a single drop spill, as he promised to celebrate you with the highest honor he could bestow upon you, the lady of the house, his beautiful wife: his children.

The two have been trying, for quite a while now too, diligently and as frequently as possible given your desperation to become a mother, and his need to make another claim and let everyone know you were his.

But results have yet to be seen, and while somewhat disappointing, this doesn’t demotivate neither too much, understanding that until his seed takes root, both could still enjoy each other's company: with you continuing to ease his pent up frustrations, this time with your mouth under another silly pretense of cleaning him, making him cum two more times, before drying him and moving to the bed…

And him succumbing to your affection, seeking your embrace soon after the two laid on the futon, intertwined with one another as Naoya enjoys your comforting warmth, as well as your scent.

“You smell… different” he notes. Not that he minded, you were always sweet and gentle with your selections, yet, something about it…

“I wanted to make your return special.” you murmur. “I thought I'd try something out of the usual”

There it is, what made this observation unique. He smiles at your dedication, however…

“I like the other one better” Naoya teases, and you pout, somewhat saddened.

“I'm sorry, I’ll go back to that—” you attempt to peel away from him, eager to get up and change into the perfume of his liking, but he holds you down, smirking.

“Or we can just… sweat it out” he suggests against your ear, you tense up but do not reject him.

“We just took a shower.” It’s your last, feeble persuasion.

“I think you missed a spot”

Maybe the insatiable one here was Naoya all along.

Naoya gets turned on when you call him naoya-sama. With that cutesy voice that UgH you know what buttons to press to make him GO WILD.

Anyways, thank you so much for this request!! Still working on improving my smut skills, so keep 'em coming hehehe 🤭

Take care and hope to see you soon!! 💖💖

[ragzonacamrencruise]

Azutara bending swap?

hehehehe i got it.

okie hear meowt-

Aang didn't know what to think of this at all. Here's Sokka and Toph explaining their 'excellent' plan that Aang sure knows can be done successfully. But the reaction they might get out of this could be deadly.

"I- I donno, Sokka. This could be dangerous." Aang hesitates. "I've never tried it before-"

Sokka interjects. "There's always a first time for everything. And besides, they wouldn't even know what hit 'em! See, all you have to do is . . ."

And so, that night, when the complete Gaang had finally fallen asleep around their makeshift campsite in their respective tents, Sokka wakes up Aang to carry out their mission. It's very simple in Sokka's head, but it's Aang who's sweating under his knees trying not think of what might happen if-

"Shhh." Sokka holds a finger up his lips. "We need to be sleek and stealthy." He guides them through the soft grass, trying not to make a sound.

Aang cannot help but shiver. Sokka has a brilliant mind. But sometimes, just sometimes, it comes up with shitty ideas like this one and Aang cannot help but follow through with them. Call it brotherly love, or genuine curiosity, it doesn't matter.

Sokka suddenly stops before a blue tent. "I'll go and check if she's asleep. Wait for my signal, and then you can come in and do your thing." He disappears quietly inside the tent.

Aang waits patiently for what feels like an eternity but he knows it's only been a few seconds. He jumps out of his skin in jitters when Sokka's head peeks out again. "We're on."

Aang gulps, stepping inside the tent slowly. It's dark inside but he can fairly make out a figure wrapped in blankets, sound asleep. Katara's figure.

He moves near her with surprising speed, suddenly filled with the urge to get this over quickly. He kneels down before placing one thumb on Katara's forehead gently and the other thumb on her chest wrapped in blanket.

A blinding bluish glow fills up the tent before dying down as quickly as it came.

Aang then repeats the process, and this time, an orange glow fills up the tent and dies down again. When Aang opens his eyes, Katara's still sleeping like a log, exhausted from the day's work and training.

One down, one to go.

---

Aang has always been an early bird. But today, he doesn't wanna wake up. Or at least, doesn't wanna sit up and join the others. He's been up all night anyways. Although, he can hear everything that's happening around the camp as clearly as a spirit lake.

That is, Sokka screaming his lungs out. "ZUKO! I CAN'T SEEM TO GET THE FIRE GOING FOR BREAKFAST!! WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP AND FIREBEND!!!!"

Aang knows Zuko's still in bed like an old lady. But what he didn't expect is to hear Azula's voice.

"I can help with that." She says smugly.

Aang peeps one eye open, not wanting to miss out on the fun but at the same time, not wanting to get caught in crossfire when things go south too.

Sokka gives her a knowing smirk. "Sure you can." He says sarcastically.

"Now, now, Sokka. Is this how you treat a Fire Princess who's trying to become go- GOO-" She chokes on the word. "God damn it! I can't even say the word!!"

"Well, if you insist . . ." Sokka trails off before standing up and moving aside.

Azula takes a deep breath calming her posture. But it really seems like Aang is the one who's supposed to be taking deep breaths cuz he fears after a minute, these are going to be his final.

When the Fire Princess jumps high, spinning mid-air to deliver a perfectly executed firebending kick, a hugh blob of water appears out of no where, and splashes on the firewood stacked under the pot meant for breakfast, drenching it wet. The force of the splash is so high, Azula gets drenched as well, following Sokka, who's jaw is practically on the floor by now.

Azula is the first to come to her senses. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Aang notices Toph's face turn red as she's trying to hold in her laughter. Azula, not believing her eyes, demonstrates a series of double-punches, all of which results in blobs of water splashing this way and that, hitting every single person present on site.

"What's going on here?!" Katara walks in, carrying another bout of firewood, before getting hit by a water whip straight to her face. "OW!"

Katara looks all around, amazed. Isn't she the only waterbender in their Gaang?! Then who hit her?! Then she takes in the scene before her, mouth slowly falling agape.

"Katara! Check it out!" Suki exclaims. "Azula's waterbending!"

"That's impossible." Katara lets the firewood in her arms drop down to the ground.

"Oh yeah?" Sokka crosses his arms over his chest. "Say that to the wood that is soaking wet right now. All I wanted, was a little fire to light up the stove. But guess who decided to waterbend and ruin it!!"

"Hey! I didn't even know I could do that!" Azula yells at Sokka's head.

"So, you're saying we all knew you could do that?!"

Azula looks confused, squinting her eyes in disbelief. "Wha-?"

"Sokka," Katara looks at her brother suspiciously. "Did you mix cactus juice into our dinner yesterday night?"

"No!" His voice reaches a higher octave. "Why would I do that?!"

"Why are we all seeing visions then?!"

Aang wishes he had some fire flakes right now, snacking on them as he watches this drama unfold. Ember Island Players could never. He's pretty sure Toph's thinking the same too.

"Guys, relax." Toph says, leaning back on Appa, sitting on the ground and crossing her legs. "Katara can easily take out the water from your precious firewood, Sokka. Don't be such a wuss. Right Katara?"

"Right . . ." Katara says, just as she takes a stance, readying herself for some concentrated waterbending. She turns towards the firewood kept under the pot, and moves her hand upwards in one fluid motion.

To everyone's disbelief and shock, the firewood first smokes steam and then suddenly bursts into violet-coloured flames, burning bright before turning to orange, then red.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Aang doesn't even have to look to know who said that.

"Okay, now I'm definitely worried." Katara's face is filled with horror. "I can firebend?!"

Azula pinches the bridge of her nose. "It's too fucking early for this shit-"

"Aang!" Katara calls out. "Get over here!!"

Aww man! Just when he thought things were getting interesting-

"Coming!" Aang calls out as he jumps up and sprints towards the crime scene. "What? What's wrong?"

"This." Katara says, before she catches hold of a screetching Momo and lights his tail on a violet fire.

Azula rolls her eyes before issuing a punch, that hits both Katara and Momo, putting out the fire and bathing them in water. "And this."

Aang knows he's supposed to be acting surprised. But he does a terrible job at it. "Maybe . . . you guys are the Avatars . . . ???" He trails off with a guilty look on his face.

Katara narrows her eyes. "Aang . . ." She threatens him, instantly aware that he somehow knows something. "What is going on?"

She looms over him, casting a glare. Aang tries his best to not pee his pants. "I- I- I donno, I- I just woke up!"

Sokka comes to his rescue thankfully. "Maybe somehow your powers got swapped?"

Katara turns to him, still not getting out of Aang's personal space. "How is that even possible?"

"Yeah." Azula chirps in. "How's that possible? I've got blue flames. That peasant conjured up violet ones."

"Maybe you're just jealous that I got the hottest burning fire." Katara crosses her arms at Azula.

"Maybe I can shut that flame up with a flick of my wrist!" Azula says, stomping her way towards Katara, standing toe-to-toe with her, nose almost bumping with Katara's.

"Uh . . . guys?" Aang scratches his bald head taking two steps back, growing increasingly confused and concerned. "Maybe we can calm down and talk about this-?"

"Maybe you're an idiot to think that you could ever shut me up!" Katara bits back at Azula. paying no heed to Aang's feeble attempt at peace.

"Maybe you're an idiot to think that I couldn't!!"

"Oh!" Katara exclaims. "Do it then!! I dare you to shut me up!!"

"Let's go, peasant. AGNI KAI!!"

"Oh, did you forget, little princess?" Katara asks sarcastically, inching closer to Azula. "You're not a firebender anymore. Maybe you need to get your memory checked."

Azula steps even closer, if that's even possible. "Maybe I don't need my fire to shut you up."

"Mayyyyyybeee," Toph interjects, finger up her nostril, picking her nose non-chalantly. "You two need to kiss and save us all the trouble."

"WHAT?!"

"WHAT?!"

Both Azula and Katara turn to Toph with a panicked look on their faces.

"T- That's absurd! What are you talking about, Toph?!" Katara stutters, even as she looks at Azula's side profile for a second longer and takes a step backwards.

"I'm talking about what I'm seeing." Toph says smugly.

"You're blind." Azula states.

"Yeah, but my feet don't lie. Every time you two get heated, and trust me that's a lot of times, you both get in each other's face like this and spew out empty threats as if my feet can't figure out you two are lying! At least, I know you are lying, Katara. I got nothing on Azula except a faster heartbeat."

Azula's eyes narrow to slits, but other than that, there's no reaction from her. Katara steals a glance at Azula once again before she turns to Toph. "What does that have to do with our bending getting swapped?"

"Uh . . . I was the one who did it-" Aang raises his hand slowly, with a sheepish look on his face.

"AANG!!" Sokka cries out. "You made a personal Avatar promise not to divulge this information!!!"

Katara's anger immediately shifts to Sokka. "So you are the mastermind behind this . . ." A captivatingly pretty violet flame lights up in her palm as she slowly moves to Sokka.

"Katara . . ." Sokka gulps. "I can explain . . ."

"Zip it."

"Look . . . your fights were getting pettier and frequent and you both idiots couldn't see what we all were seeing so we thought-" Sokka begins to take steps back as Katara turns her back to Azula and advances slowly towards him.

"We're not giving your bending back until you either make up and be civil or make out and be civil." Toph states firmly.

But Katara wasn't showing signs of stopping anytime soon on her death walk towards Sokka.

Azula rolls her eyes. "Make up and be civil sounds too boring and wayyyy too long for me. And I want my bending back now. So . . ."

As quick as her own lightning, she moves behind Katara who's still advancing towards Sokka. Azula stops her with a hand around her delicate wrist, and pulls her flush against her body. Katara lets out a surprised yelp as she finds herself being whipped around by her waist to face Azula, her breath frozen inside her lungs, too surprised to even blink.

A soft smirk escapes Azula's lips before she places two fingers under Katara's chin, tilting her face up to plant her lips on hers in a gentle kiss. Katara's too frozen with shock to reciprocate. When she finally does, the kiss is already over. Nothing overdone at all. Just a soft chaste kiss against her lips and Katara feels like she needs to sit down, suddenly weak in her knees.

"There." Azula says proudly. "Now give us our respective bending back."

Katara blinks up at Azula, still stuck in a daze. "You . . . traitor! Who gave you permission to just . . . take advantage of me like that?! How dare you-?!"

"You're a terrible liar, Katara." Toph interrupts her.

"Oh, yes you are." Azula agrees with a smile.

"No, I'm not!"

"Oh?" Azula mocks disbelief. "Then why are you still holding onto me like this?" She gestures with her eyes down to Katara's hands.

Katara follows her line of sight and almost has a heart attack as she finds herself completely wrapped up in Azula's arms and her hands holding onto Azula's shoulder and neck desperately.

"UGH!!!!" She exclaims as she lets her forehead fall down to Azula's shoulder, burying her face in embarrassment. "You people are driving me insane!!!!!"

Everyone present on crime scene laughs except Katara.

Zuko walks out of his tent, rubbing his good eye and yawning. "Hey, what are we laughing about? What did I miss?!"

"Okay, who's gonna tell him?" Toph says before escaping the scene.

***

i keep writing mini fanfics instead of drabbles for these prompts and im so sorry 😭🖐🏻 it's like my mind wont stop until i spit out every little detail. it's annoying at this point.

okie lemme know what you think abt what i did with this one!!!!

[carlgrimesenthusiast]

reader is new to alexandria so rick asks Carl to show her around, she's distant and is full on guard since she doesnt trust anyone yet, carl tries to convince her that she's safe now, "Look, I know this must be scary for you, to be alone in this world, but you're safe, now. You can trust us, we'll - I WILL keep you safe." hehehehe

YOU’RE NOT ALONE || carl grimes x fem!reader

a/n: hi anon, i love the idea of this!! i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy reading this. buckle in, this is a long one!!

ever since the apocalypse started, you’ve been all alone. hell, you haven’t even met anybody that was true to you. sure you’ve met some people along the way but they’ve never stuck by your side. they’ve died, left you or simply tried to kill you. you knew that there would be some people who would try to murder you, so of course, you had ways in your head to protect yourself. you didn’t mind meeting people though, it meant that they could share whatever supplies they had, food, water, etcetera.

you weren’t the best at hunting either, you had to ration your food or simply have to find food like everyone else. clean water was hard to find, you either had to filter the water or go to wrecked out supermarkets hoping they’d have something.

some days you hit bullseye, finding an abandoned store full of food and water. some days were the worst, you would’ve been treading around everywhere but couldn’t find any source. your legs tired, sweat dribbling, feet aching, back aching and you arms becoming lazy. you couldn’t stop walking until you found somewhere safe to stay the night else you definitely would regret it.

these problems all disappear as soon as you come contact with two men. one with dark, long dark brown hair with a beard coming and the other guy with soon to all be grey hair with a shaven face.

“how old are you?” one of them ask.

“16.” you lied. you have no clue how old you are since you don’t even know what year it is, what month is or date.

“how many walkers have you killed?” the other asks with his grasp voice.

“every single one i come across.” you thought walkers were what they called the creatures, and you were correct. you‘ve seen many, many walkers and have killed them all. the more gone, the less there are which means the easier to live. it was easy anyways, they were slow, anyone would be able to outrun them.

the two guys glance at each other, “how many people have you killed?”

“2.” you sigh, you didn’t know if they thought that’s bad or good.

“why?” he questions, not daring to look away.

“one of them tried to steal my supplies and the other one tried to kill me.” you didn’t want to die, you wanted to see how long this apocalypse would last and if the world will turn back to normal. there were very low chances of that happening but a girl can hope.

the two guys look at each other and nod, “come with us, we have a safe place you can stay.” your eyes lighten up. you did not expect that, your jaw dropped.

“seriously?” you ask, shock filling your expressions. the one with long, dark brown hair simply nods.

“the names daryl ‘nd thats rick.” he points his thumb in ricks direction.

“y/n.” you say, “let’s get to this place then.” you start walking ahead of them.

you didn’t make it to six steps before one of them spoke, “it’s this way.” rick points in the other direction.

“oh, okay.” you embarrassingly turned around and made your way to the correct direction.

_

“this is alexandria.” rick says, someone behind the gates dragged it open, revealing all the beautiful houses. just like before. the trees tall and thick, smiles on everyone’s faces, people doing daily jobs, families taking walks. just like before.

they gesture for you to go in first as you do so, “where did you find her…” you heard someone whisper from behind you, you turned around to see a girl with long, black hair and brown clear skin.

“we just came across her, she’s young, we can’t just leave her.” rick whispers back, you noticed daryl wasn’t there anymore. you turn around to look where he disappeared off to. you saw him walking off into the distance, he’s probably not that sociable. “so,” you were bought out of your thoughts, rick started walking off so you followed where he was going, “i’ll get my son to show you around since there’s other work to be done here, everybody has a job. you need to contribute to help us move forward, if you have a problem with that you can happily leave.” he glances down at you. “you can help sort the food out, make sure equal amounts go to each household, go on a run and find weapons or food, planting to grow our own vegetables, sorting out supplies, making sure that each house have toilet paper, towels, all the essentials.” you nod as you heard him list everything. planting sounds the best to you but sorting out supplies brings you more satisfaction.

as you walk across the road, many people wave and smile at rick. he returns them all, putting his thumbs up at everyone whilst smiling as well.

“carl!” he shouts, a boy with long, brown hair turns around. he was wearing a cowboy hat and a flannel shit unbuttoned with a white shirt beneath. “this is y/n, you need to show her around. show her how the different jobs work around here, each area and also her own house.” rick explains. you get your own house?! woah this is gonna be fun

carl looks down at you. you weren’t incredibly smaller than him, just reaching about his eye length. “yeah, okay dad.” rick walks off going to do whatever. “so, how old are you.” carl asks, you follow wherever he’s going.

“16.”

“seriously? me too.” carl chuckles. it wasn’t funny. you thought. you raised your eyebrows quickly, giving a close lipped smile just to be supportive to him. “do you have any siblings.” what do you think? if i did, they would be by my side. you hesitate to answer, you didn’t know if you good trust these people. this whole place was too good to be true. to be honest, you didn’t remember if you had any. your mind went blank. you look up to see carl staring right down at you, carl could sense that you were probably scared. “hey-“ before carl could say anything else he was interrupted by some girl. she has brown hair and fair skin.

“carl, judith is crying for somebody. i can’t find your dad or michonne.” the girl has a worried expression on her face. “who’s this?” she points towards you. she looks you up and down, daringly. you crossed your arms.

“enid, this is y/n. y/n this is enid.” carl says, swaying from side to side slightly with his hands in his pockets. “i’ll be there soon, i want to finish showing y/n around.”

“oh, okay. be quick.” enid smiles up at carl, then looks at you and walks away.

“anyways, let me show you where we do the planting.” carl says, he walks next to you, side by side. he brings you to an area with rows of soil and grass. carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, potatoes and more all growing. you could see that the lettuce were grown and somebody was removing them from their roots. another gardener was giving the soil water. water. you haven’t had fresh, clean water in a very long time. now you know what the first thing you would do, would be.

you space out, and it was very visible to carl. “hey,” he waved his hands in front of your face, bringing you out of your thoughts. “you good?” he looks concern. you just stared up at him, studying his features. your eyes started to blur, you felt…guilty. your family wasn’t here to share all these wonderful things. the amount of luck you had was impeccable. their bodies were decomposed, nothing left but a pile of bones. and here you were, bathing in all this sunshine and happiness. an accidental tear slipped down your face. “y/n, are you alright? what happened?” your head shot in carls direction, which was very close to your face. you hand immediately wipes off the tear that fell.

“can you just show me my house.” you didn’t dare look at carl, already embarrassed from crying right in front of him. why did you have to cry now?! you could’ve done it when nobody was in sight, were nobody would see or judge you. carl felt bad for you, but had no clue why you were upset. he knew that the best thing to do was just show you were your new home would be.

“this way…” he walks ahead of you this time, thinking that this all startled you or it’s too much to take in right now. i mean, he understands at some angle, and he knows everyone would react differently. he just didn’t expect crying, but all to their own. he occasionally did check behind him to see if you were behind him and didn’t just walk off. “here.” you reach the house, looking up to see chairs sitting out. you walk up the stairs, turning around and looking at the rest of the houses, all so beautiful. carl opens the door, letting you go in first. you enter in, turning on the light switch. all the furniture, nice and neat. not a speck of dirt anywhere. sunshine beaming into the room, you love it. “hope you like it.” were the last words you hear from carl before you heard the door shut. you walked around the house your house. the thought of not needing to pay for the house, and owning a house at your young house surprised you! you ran your finger against the kitchen counters, marble. you continue to look around the house, all this made you so happy.

-

the next morning came, and you open the drawers to see fresh sets of clothing. you put them on, not needing to shower since you took one last night. you enter your bathroom to see…perfumes? two perfumes. you spray it on your clothes, quite nice. you heard a knock on the door, you travel down the stairs and open the door to see…carl standing there.

“hi y/n.” he gleams at you, “you feeling better today?” carl asks, your heart warms when he asked you that. maybe you could actually trust them…or at least carl.

“yeah, much better. that shower really made my mood go up.” you smile, carl chuckles. you weren’t lying, that hot shower really did it for you. finally feeling clean is the best thing you could hope for, especially in a apocalypse.

“that’s really good,” he smiles, “but it’s time for your job…since gardening was the only thing you saw, do you want that as your chore?”

“okay.” you didn’t mind gardening, in fact, you were going to choose it regardless. it was calming and peaceful and quiet, and not tiring. plus, it was fun.

“hey, uh, you should know that you can trust us…” carl looks down at the floor, shy. he looks back up at you not taking your eyes off of him. “ look, i know this must be scary for you, to be alone in this word, but you’re safe, now. you can trust us, we’ll - I WILL keep you safe.” carl spoke confidently. your gaze on carl softened, he was pure in the heart. “my dad told me that people you’ve met before coming here have treated you disgustingly, but i can assure you, that will not happen. nobody will be nasty to you, treat you wrong. you’re safe here, i’ll be your personal bodyguard.”

you giggle, carls eyes lightens as he sees you laugh. the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard. “you’ll be my personal bodyguard?” you laugh, you like the thought of having carl be one. you can trust him, can’t you. it’ll take time for him to fully gain your trust, and carl knew that.

-

a/n: she’s a long one, wasn’t she? i need to start putting this much effort into my next ones. hope you enjoyed!! (my longest fic) not proofread!

[merakiui]

AHHHHHH I LOVED THE RIDO FIC SO MUCH!!!

Well in my interpretation, the both of them were copying each other— in Riddle's case unknowingly and I just love the idea that there were implications of Tako, sleazy and disgusting Tako doing Riddle's favorite professor— dare I say his professor, yet nothing was confirmed except for the part where professor was late.

It could be Riddle reading too much on the appearance of the professor that he became so delulu!!! I'm not sure if I didn't understand the fic much (I apologize to you and to my fellow readers, English is my 4th language aside from my birth language huhuhu) but I really liked that you didn't exactly confirm and just gave subtle signs that are up to us if there were something going on or if we were adapting Riddle's pov in the matter, with him thinking to much and became paranoid ever since Tako came unto the picture.

BUT BUT it got me thinking, since Riddle is a goodie two shoes who's a nice and talented young individual. I wonder what his preference really is?

If given the chance will Riddle like the same girl who follows the rules and obedient—perfectly made for him or or would he choose the student who's the exact opposite of who he hoped to have as his own, someone who disregards the rules and instead does whatever she wants?

Back to the fic!! I'm sorry if the structure of this ask is too much, when I ramble too much I forget how to write coherently huhuhu, I love the line where Riddle said that Tako would be the one who'd destroy the professors life but he stated that Riddle would be the one who'd do both. And that's exactly what happened! The part where Riddle finally had enough and thought that Azul was smiling before he died.. I wonder if the sleazy Tako wanted that to happen? He set up the trap where he'd let Riddle's mind destroy himself and the thought that if Azul couldn't have the professor (if professor really was professional and had a strict student-teacher relationship) then Riddle absolutely can't have what Azul couldn't have?

YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT ITALIAN AZUL ISN'T IN THE MAFIA!!

Love lots to you Mera!! I love all your fics and rambles of twist! It has me foaming in the mouth and I want to inject it into my every being. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

(＞ω＜)♡ THANK YOU SO SO SOOOOO MUCH OMG!!!!! Gently cradling your words and this ask!!!! It means so much. <3 I'm so happy you enjoyed the story and various aspects of it!! I loved writing about Riddle and Azul copying each other. It happens so suddenly that it's difficult to determine which one of them started it, but it's still jarring all the same from Riddle's pov.

And you're correct!!! I decided to leave the relationship between Azul and Reader ambiguous so that readers could theorize whether Riddle's paranoia has any credit or not. He seems like such a reliable narrator in the beginning, but when his obsession gets the better of him and those slivers of doubt and copycat behaviors worm their way in then his own sensible narration loses its veracity.

I'm so glad you liked the line about Riddle ruining both Azul and Reader's lives!!!! I felt like this >:) when I wrote it. Azul knows what he's doing, but he's going to continue being a cockroach rat about it because that's just how he is!!! Truly a troublesome tako... >_< and look what it got him: blunt force trauma. ;;; although Azul was probably prepared for the worst when he stepped into Riddle's room. In my heart, there's a sequel to this fic where it's revealed Azul was indeed practicing Riddle's handwriting to frame him for things he didn't do so the gravity of his crime seems even more severe and premeditated even though it was mostly a crime of passion. If tako's going down, Riddle is coming with him.

Italian mafia Azul....... 👁 👁 oh, he would be so terrible. One day I'll write a fic with mafia boss Azul x spy reader hehehehe.

I think Riddle's ideal girl changes with his character development. If it's keeping with twst canon, then pre-overblot he drools over the demure sweetheart from his hometown who his mother sets him up with because she approves of you and your demeanor. You follow the rules, you listen to authority, you're conditioned to be the perfect wife, etc. After his overblot and once he learns to be more lenient with himself and others, he'd enjoy a more outgoing, rebellious sort of girl. Or maybe he's always secretly admired that type but has only ever scoffed and turned his nose up at you because of your behavior. But now that Riddle's healing and doing all sorts of things behind his mother's back while he's away at NRC (and has the freedom to do so) maybe that type grows on him more than he realized it would.

( ꈍ◡ꈍ) hehe Riddle is so precious. Thank you again for enjoying my work, lovely anon!!!! Sending you all the love and joy and many sweet treats~~

[daquila]

HI! so I read your fic “I’m not coming home” (beautiful btw) and i wanted to suggest an alternate ending you can write if you want?? 🙈

the last paragraph really got me thinking like mm… what if the reader didn’t die? and it was just a close call? but to gojo it was too close and he’s like scarred and turns into this toxic, manipulative, paranoid lover that tries to keep u safe to the point it’s too much and it drives reader away. what if gojo’s desperation to keep reader safe and close to him is exactly what makes him lose them? what if no matter what he does, the story always ends with him losing reader?

ANYWAY IT JUST SOUNDS FUN TO ME HAVE FUN 🤪

OF COURSE I WILL 🤓

You almost died; Satoru now uses this as an excuse to be even more selfish than before, resulting in an argument between the both of you.

(mentions of a divorce, toxic relationships, mentions of satoru projecting on reader, mentions of shoko being reader’s no.1 bff, mention of past satosugu or like gojo’s past)

hehehehe not proof read ! wrote it while eating 🫠

Original story here: I’m Not Coming Home !

Selfish Desires || Toxic! Gojo x Near Death/Injured! Reader

Twice in my life I was mistaken for someone else.

After Suguru’s incident, Satoru grew distant. There was a barrier that physically and emotionally kept people away. It was impossible to break through it; however, as time went by, he became vulnerable around me. Of course, I was happy— we even slowly became a couple. I just kept a blind eye whenever he’d be so controlling about my personal life: keeping the password to my accounts, asking for my whereabouts, and hiring people to keep an eye on me. Sure, I was grateful for the strongest sorcerer’s protection. It’s just that he went too far this time.

Satoru was terrified of losing the people close to him. He’d practically keep me on a leash, only releasing me when I begged him to. The first brightest red flag came to me in the form of an arcade date. It was something that me, Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru would do every weekend. We had fun— up until he “accidentally” called me Sugu. It was his special nickname to the dark haired boy, and it felt like a burning knife to my throat.

The second time, however, was more heartbreaking. It was evident that I was a scapegoat rather than lover for his fantasies. Suguru was an amazing friend. He was the embodiment of perfection, someone who I would never be. I was jealous of how much time he and Satoru spent together in highschool. He was the imposter that took my place, stole my life, and buried me underground. I, too, was selfish for Satoru’s attention.

I woke up to the sound of Shoko screaming to someone. My vision was blurry, my limbs were heavy, and I couldn’t feel my legs. That special-grade curse really kicked my ass! I turned my head to face the two figures to my right: one was Shoko, wearing a lab coat; the other was Satoru, clearly distraught with what he witnessed.

“ Don’t you fucking DARE point all of the blame on me, Shoko! If it weren’t for me, then she would’ve died! “

“ Isn’t it your job in the first place to rescue her? She’s your wife! You can’t even be the strongest if you can’t protect Y/N, “ the doctor spat. Shoko’s eyes were bloodshot, and her tears couldn’t stop spilling. Their argument burned for a few more minutes. I’ve never seen Shoko cry so much before. Last time she cried was when Suguru died in the arms of— oh.

My heart sank when I saw Satoru rush back to me, shaking me as if I were pepper.

“ Y/N— you’re awake! Thank fucking god! I swore you could’ve died out there, “ the sorcerer pulled me in for a tight hug, peppering my face with wet kisses. He places an arm under my legs and shoulder, carrying me bridal-style.

Satoru blatantly ignored Shoko as he made his way out of the door. The walk down the corridor was silent, and the lights were awfully bright. He’s been muttering something for the past few minutes, but I couldn’t make out a single word.

The sound of the door creaking brought me back to life. He came in carrying extra pillows, bandages, and snacks. He sat on the bed, asked if I was alright, and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“ Hey, I’m alright now— you don’t need to do this, “ his eyes quickly shot at me, eyebrows furrowing, he let out his anger.

“ You’re being so ungrateful, “ Satoru spat, grabbing my waist, and pressing down on my fresh wound. Despite my agony, he quickly shuts me down, stating that I’m being whiny. The sorcerer repeats a mantra about how he’d keep me safe, happy, and satisfied.

Shoko, of course, saw what Satoru was doing. She pushed the door away, dropped all of the extra bandages, and slapped the sorcerer. The fire reignites itself, but it ends soon as he slaps the doctor back. Shoko places a hand on her reddening cheek as the sorcerer opens his mouth.

“ I’m doing this for her— “

“ You’re doing this for yourself, Satoru, “ he stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. He thinks of Shoko as stupid, but he knows from the bottom of his heart that she wasn’t. She was right: he was selfish, and he’d never change. A bitter taste lingered in his throat as he stormed out of the room, leaving the two women behind. His heart tried protesting, suggesting that he should keep me in the palm of his hand— but it was all useless. He knew that nothing could fix his shattering marriage.

It would be better if he just left Y/N alone. Satoru knew that he was restraining her from happiness. Maybe in another life, where sorcery didn’t exist, he wouldn’t have been so stupid.

[nomoretumbler]

I dont go to wordgirl and I am asking out of genuine curiosity but what is the general Deal with Dr.Two Brains?? Idk he looks cool. feel free to ramble.

HEHEHEH OHH YOU KNOWW IM RAMBLINGG

ok first I would like to make a formal apology to my alan becker moots/followers for my wg spam, now that I tag everything if it bothers you you can block the “#wordgirl” tag, ik it seems a bit silly to apologize for this but yeahhh.

OK NOW LETS GET TO WHAT BROUGHT US HERE.

Dr two brains is one of the main villains in wordgirl and he’s a cheese obsessed scientist!! He will steal only the cheese btw, he buys everything else. His usual plan is making some sort of ray to get cheese, he also over complicates most of his machines lol (for example, making a ray that runs gold into mashed potatoes….. and then using a ray to turn those mashed potatoes into cheese….. he’s smart enough to make all that stuff but not smart enough to just use the gold to buy cheese, he gets made fun of by wg for that in a /nsrs way 😭😭).

ANYWAYS he’s also part mouse!! He has some mouse traits like strengthened smell, mouse mannerisms, boggling, love for cheese and all the other obvious stuff.

Now why is that?? Well he actually used to be a normal (as normal as he can get) scientist called steven boxleitner!! He only appears in the wordgirl shorts (and has a small flashback scene in the main series) and has an amazing!! ~3 minutes!!! of screen time!!! This definitely does not make me want to kms!!!! /silly.

Anyways from those shorts we can see a bit of him pre accident. He would use over complicated machines for simple tasks (such as using nuclear fission……. To grill a cheese sandwich……. I love that scene so much 😭😭). He can also be a very distracted fella since he bounces from one topic to another (especially if food is mentioned) (have I mentioned how much he loves food in general? Now you know).

Now one of the most important things from these shorts (specifically the what’s up doc? short) is the relationship steven and word girl (becky botsford) have. They used to have a mentor and student relationship that literally everyone just treats as father and daughter/uncle and niece/friends. It is very implied that becky saw steven as an inspiration and main role model when it came to being a superhero (everything she learned came from Steven’s superhero guide, I haven’t mentioned that book yet?).

So you can see how deep it can get if you think about their relationship for more than two seconds, however the show doesn’t do much with it, only showing bits and snippets of what their relationship was before/how wordgirl feels about all this/how two brains sees wordgirl now/etc.

Oh have I mentioned that squeaky/dr two brains and steven used to fight on what to do? Yeah… the fighting died down and steven basically just started being bossed around by squeaky (give this man a break 😭😭).

Like I’ve mentioned on some posts before a lot of stuff isn’t really explained with him. Some people believe that two brains is a separate identity from squeaky and steven, some that two brains is a mix of both and that boxleitner basically merged with him, and other think that two brains and steven are the same person, just under different circumstances (me personally believing the latter).

I would yap more but I also don’t want to spoil the whole show and all his moments because it was pretty shocking for me to see some of the episodes by myself.

so yeah that’s all I have to offer, if you want to know more feel free to watch the show!!!! There’s also other amazing characters, like wordgirl herself, scoops, tobey, chuck, the bucher, Mr. big, leslie, lady redundant woman, miss question, invisibill, and a lot others (these are just my favs heheh).

[blinddreams24]

Kelp

A Mermay Prompt

(Note: aggression(it has begun))

Masterlist

Prev / Next

“Y/n.”

“No! Nope! Nu uh!” You shook your head and pulled away. “I’m not eating what is basically sea grass! Do I look like a cow to you?”

Cross held out the kelp to you. “A what?” His head tipped to the side like a big puppy.

“A cow.” Realizing that wasn’t an explanation, you gestured how big a cow was. “It’s a big land animal with four legs that eats grass. The bulls have these long curving horns so they can fight off predators.”

His eyes widened. “It has four legs and weapons??”

You snickered at his reaction. “Yeah, there’s a whole sport around bull fighting. It’s really dangerous even though cows aren’t predators.”

“They’re not predators… and they’re dangerous? Have… Have they killed anything?” His eyelights were tiny in his sockets.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t know the details, but I know that many people and animals have died to a rampaging bull. It’s not fun.”

Cross didn’t respond.

Looking back at him, you finally noticed why. The guy looked absolutely terrified. Of cows? Well, you hadn’t done the best job explaining their softer side. You cleared your throat. “But they can be really gentle. When I was little, I went to a ranch and got to feed one. That was fun.”

“Mm…” He mumbled, still staring into space.

“Cross?”

His eyes snapped to you, he shook his head and sat straight. “Anyways! You still have to eat this.”

“Noooo!” You stepped out of his reach. “You can’t make me if you can’t catch me! Ha!”

Cross grinned smugly at you. “You remember how you learned about this type of conversion?”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “…Yeeaahhhh? Horror told me. Why?”

“Heheheh.” Came a familiar chuckle behind you causing a chill to go up your spine.

You spun around to face Horror, who had sat himself right in your pathway.

He waved his fingers at you. “Hi.”

A glare was shot at Cross. “Two against one is unfair.” You pouted, earning another chuckle from Horror.

Cross shrugged. “I planned ahead. And Horror was the only one of us that can get on land without getting stuck.”

You crossed your arms, careful to keep an eye on Horror’s curling tentacles, and grumbled. “I still don’t want to…”

A sigh came from Cross. “Y/n. If you want to be a siren, you have to ease into the diet. If you convert without preparing, you’ll throw up everything we feed you. It’s an annoying process but a necessary one.”

Horror hummed in agreement.

“Uuuggggghhhhhhh! Fine! But it’s gross!” You stormed over and carefully took the soggy greens. “…..Gross.” Your nose wrinkled at it.

Both sirens laughed at you and waited patiently, looking away for your comfort.

It looked and felt so gross. Your gag reflex had you sticking your tongue out and looking away. It was necessary. It wouldn’t hurt you… right?

An idea came to mind.

You spun on your heel, much to Cross’s confusion, and marched back to

Horror. His tentacles moved out of your way as he gave you an amused look. Splitting the clump of kelp vaguely in half, you offered him half and his eye dilated at the offer.

“Y/n, he doesn’t-.” Cross started.

“Shut up, Cross. If I’m going to eat this, I’m going to share.”

You could have sworn Horror’s eye flickered into a heart for a second. He gently took the clump and held it close. He grabbed a droopy leaf and held it up, waiting expectantly for you to do the same.

With a small groan, you lifted up a piece, maintaining eye contact, and copied him as he ate his.

Oh, that was salty!

Your face pursed at the taste, gaining another chuckle from the tall siren. Once you got past the sea water… it didn’t taste… bad. Just like a sea salad.

Horror smiled and encouraged you to continue. You both ate your section of sea weed without much other than a few tense expressions as you bit into the next leaf.

Before you knew it, your hands were empty and Horror was licking his fingers.

“Was that so hard?” Cross teased his eyes darting between you and Horror.

“Yes.” You snapped back. “But… it wasn’t… terrible.”

Horror chuckled again and leaned over you. “Lil… baby.”

You gasped, offended. “Excuse me?!?”

Horror was leaning over you and… purring? Was that purring or a different type of whistle? And how did he do that? You could feel the sound in your ribs. When you looked at him, his eyes were closed as he leaned towards you.

A growl from Cross startled you.

“Horror.” Cross threatened. His claws were digging into the beach as if he would come after you.

Horror’s eye opened slowly and you shivered. His eye blazed with a protectiveness you hadn’t seen before as he glared at Cross.

The purr melted into a growl.

That… wasn’t good.

You were between two aggressive sirens. And neither of them seemed to notice you, fully focused on each other.

Deciding to back out of this situation, you slowly stepped away from Horror. Surely they wouldn’t start a scuffle randomly, right? You didn’t want to risk it.

You bumped into a writhing tentacle.

It immediately gripped your leg, Horror’s attention shot to you with a glare that could kill, and you froze. Would he hurt you while he was like this?

With a small gasp, Horror’s expression snapped from angry to scared. Him and his tentacles reeled away from you.

“…Horror?” You asked. Was he okay?

With a whine and a pained look, Horror turned and retreated into the water with less than a splash, leaving you staring after him.

What…

What just happened?

“Are you okay?”

You looked over at Cross. There were marks in the beach where his hands had dug into the rocks.

“What happened?” You asked, still tense.

Cross’s face gained a purple hue. “Uhhh, Horror forgot himself for a second… It’s okay. He, uh,” He gave the water a quizzical look. “He didn’t want to hurt you.”

Comforting.

“You sound surprised.” You raised an eyebrow at Cross.

“Well, he,” Cross grumbled. “He doesn’t like people. Except for Nightmare, I guess, but Nightmare spoils him.”

“Spoils him?”

Cross waved his hand dismissively. “He helps Horror hunt. Which is du- unnecessary, Horror can hunt for himself, and Boss doesn’t help anyone else.” He grumbled and crossed his arms. “It feels like he only helps Horror because Horror’s an octopus too.”

Oh.

Big boy was jealous.

When Cross finally looked back at you, he startled at your glare.

“Cross.” You growled slowly. “Do you know why I met Horror? How I learned that whistle?”

He shook his head.

“Because he was starving. I sat on this beach and waited for one of you to show up when he found me. He was hungry and he saw an easy target. Do you remember why I survived?”

“You fed him?” He answered, uncertainly.

“Yes. And when I offered the first sandwich, he stopped whistling. I was terrified. But I offered again. I can only imagine what it was like for him. Starving for days maybe weeks, when, what you thought was going to be your next meal, offers you food instead of running away when they had the chance. How would you feel if you were starving, attacked someone, and they gave you pizza?”

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he answered. “…Horror was starving?” You nodded. “But… he can lure, right?”

“If you mean lure like ‘sing and people will walk off a cliff for you’, no.” You shivered. “Horror can’t lure. His whistle only removes fear. I could have walked or run away at any moment, even while he sang, and he could do nothing to stop me. Cross, he can’t hunt like you and Killer. Didn’t you know?”

Cross shook his head. “Sirens can’t affect other sirens, so we never knew. He had a whistle, we assumed it worked. He never told any of us otherwise.”

You looked back across the water. “From what I’ve seen, he doesn’t like talking around you. He talked to me, a lot, the other day. Maybe he talks to Nightmare too?”

“That… would make sense.” Cross said. “Oh my stars, this entire time…? And we never noticed? No wonder I’ve never seen him eat when Boss is asleep.”

The birds and waves filled the silence for a moment.

“…Are you okay?”

You looked back at the siren and shrugged. “Better than I should be, worse than I could. Why?”

“He grabbed you.” Cross’s face was tense with concern.

“Yep. And let go immediately after. His tentacle didn’t hurt me, Cross.” You scolded.

He didn’t look sorry as he changed the subject. “Come here. I need to give you some magic for the conversion.”

Your face wrinkled humorously as you walked toward him. “You make it sound weird.”

“The anti-drowning siren maker then.”

“Nope! The last one was good!”

[wintereddebtz]

another skrunkly i made. his name is David Artiles-Creek. -He came from an immigrant family and worked as a construction worker before the trials. -Very sweet and acts like a huge puppy, he's also a huge people pleaser, will practically say yes to anything even if he is being mistreated. -Taller than Silas, he stands at around 6'3-6'4. -He used to be partners with Silas (a few months before Silas had met Mouse, my bf's reagent hehehehe). Their relationship was toxic af. With Silas having little to no feelings for David, David fell head over heels for Silas. -Used to use the healing rig, but after he was revived, he decided to switch to the barricade rig since it was something he was familiar with. -Silas eventually abandoned David one day during a trial, and David died to the Berserker. -Once he was revived, he had some serious injuries, such as severe brain damage and a lazy eye. -David needs help remembering many things, such as maps/directions or sometimes basic instructions. -Horrible depth perception and needs a partner 24/7 to help him. -Eventually, he met another reagent (who is another OC of mine), Lemas, who is pretty much David's caretaker. He's somewhat similar to Silas but much less mean/selfish. I will probably make a ref for him soon.

[violets-and-books]

Burnt hands Jesper let's goooo

His chest heaved, and his hands were limp but the back part that fell back against his clothes stung so bad tears fell from the contact. “Perhaps now we'll rethink rebellion, hm, Fahey?” “Fuck,” he panted and managed to open one eye, though he didn't have the energy to lift it to look at Anax. “You.” “Ayden-” “I'm sorry,” he winced, closing his eyes as his clothes scraped against the back of his hand again. “For-Forget it. I didn't say anything.” “So many ways to teach, Jinx.” Jinx laughed and stepped over Jesper’s pathetic form. Jesper had enough cohesive thought to think to himself that the Barrel before the Dregs hadn't been rock bottom: This was. This was the place people went to lose their dignity and sense of being before they died. The door squealed as Anax and Jinx stepped out of it, and Ayden paused to kneel next to Jesper. He murmured unevenly, “I'm sorry, Jesper.” “Yeah,” Jesper said without tone, and turned his head away, trying to catch his breath. There was a burning sensation in his neck. Ayden swallowed thickly and stood, scurrying out. The door came closed with a clang and Jinx locked it. Jesper dimly heard: “Don't cry for a bad influence, Ayden.” “I just don't like hurting people, Akuh.” “I know. You're a good boy. But it was for the best, I promise. Would I lie to you?” “No,” he mumbled, followed by a sniffle. “Come on, I have a few sweets stored in my quarters. Split them with me?” He didn't hear any response, but he did hear them climbing the ladder back onto the main deck. Jesper winced again, gasping a few times in an attempt to stop panting like a dog. Everything hurt but it felt like his hands were still on fire and were simply beyond damage. He was afraid to look, assuming he could even manoeuvre his body in a way that would allow him to. “Still my fault, Mart?” He managed, his voice cracking half way through “fault”. Mart's voice was shaky as well. Jesper vaguely remembered Mart mentioning his abilities included sensing other people's pain. Jesper would’ve felt bad, but he was positive the stimulation didn't compare. “Nothing warrants torture, Jesper. I would not even torture those men.” He stopped, then added, “But I would kill them.” Jesper's weak laugh was a choke and then a cough which only agitated his burnt skin more against his shirt and chains.

And then Mart does some sad shit but oops

Hehehehe, let's goooooooo

I'm so excited for this

Yeah, fuck you, Anax!!! Don't hurt my boy like that!! *hides Ayden, Mart and Jesper behind my back* Any of them!!

"I'm sorry" 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

No cos I hate this (in a very good way) because jesper has NEVER apologised when he hasn't meant it. And he's never apologised for his beliefs. But THIS BITCH ANAX-

Ayden my boyo apologisinggggggg 😭😭😭😭

Anax giving Ayden sweets, omg-

Do you have a white van too, Anax, you fucking pedo?

"Still my fault, Mart?" OOOOOO THE GODDAMNED BITTERNESS IN THIS SENTENCE

OHHH THE CRUNCH

NOM NOM NOM

Oh, poor Mart as well 🥺 Feeling all that shit

"But I would kill them" YES BB

YOU CAN TEAM UP WITH THE CROWS! GET THEIR ARSE!!! YEAHHHHHHHH

Bestie. I love it. I'm so excited. Omg. O. M. Fucking. G. Ehejdjsjdjdj

[hearts401]

genuinely curious what is the pit dad au is it a good dad william au because I lowkey adore those please ramble about it I love listening to your rambles (if you have the time of course)

OOH pretty much? its a "william is a bad dad but shit happens and he realizes it early enough to fix it, or at least try" au!! plus some other drama ofc

basically william gets springlocked waaaay earlier on than in canon. he has an accident, is alone, and henry finds him too late. while henry is trying to get his body out of the suit, he wakes up and is like oh shit i died.

but he came back and he is ecstatic about that. His plan worked! he's (by all normal standards) immortal! and henry cleans him up and hes springbonnie instead of springtrap. (and of they take wills uhm. corpse out. williams rlly disturbed by it tho. henry finds that funny and they hold a funeral for william and everything and hes just. what.)

except springbon is sentient. bc springbon is my faborite. so williams got a buddy in his head! and springbon can control her own body still if she wants to! and springbon is new to parenting but she reeeeaally loves these kids

will just wants to experiment more with his newfound body and abilities and everything he can do but. without a bodyy... he cant do much off the stage unless he has the ability to walk around off of it without being in suit mode. which comes with needing to charge. and while he would totally just hook himself up to a random plug in his roomm springbon had henry cover them all with the little child proof plugs and will cant get them off bc his robot fingers r too big so if he stays in his room too long, he'll pass out (or just. power down? since hes a robot?)

so he's forced to interact with his family.

but he really does find he enjoys time away from work and his kids are not actually horrible obnoxious idiots like he'd always thoguht of them as (as a mixture of not wanting kids in the first place and being bitter that his wife is dead) and he realizes wow. this isnt so bad. he also bonds a lot more with henry and vanessa (the latter of which was just. his employee. he didnt know her well before but she's fun and helps him with maintenance when henrys busy)

in this au, Michael is 11-12, elizabeth is 7, and evan is 6! so they r pretty young. Michael does have built up resentment towards his father bc of how neglectful and cold he was, and williams like wow! that was shitty of me! mostly bc he sees howspringbonnie interacts with his kids and it vaguely reminds him of his wife. and hes like okay! time to reconcile with my kids! and while evan and liz eventually r like yeah this is cool mike is not. hes very hesitant to trust his father and doesnt liek him!!! grrr!!!! but william really wants to try!!!! try he will dammit!!!

on top of that will DID make the funtimes with the intent of experimenting with remnant but pitdad will is a wuss! he didnt make them to kill kids. he just knew remnant involved death and they were made properly to contain it, but not collect it. so basically he made machines to harvest souls without the harvesting part and jsut the souls. those blueprints and that research is concerning enough on its own tho... lets just say he wasnt on a great path and likely would've done bad things like in canon if he'd been left to his own devices. curiosity mixed with grief is a bitch and so is william afton

but the funtimes ARE sentient, and they know what they were made to do. at least circus baby does and she goes and tells everyone and they decide "yeah this place sucks lets just merge together and find a skinsuit" and that skinsuit was MEANT to be william but he. yk. has no skin anymore. his oldest son must be the second best thing, right?

also also also the missing kids are in fact missing! for other reasons tho heheheh

extra note but because of how remnant works william is TERRIFIED of fire. hes scared it'll split his soul from springbonnie so he's rllyyyy scared of fire and stuff!!!

i think thats all? thats all i can think of i could probably answer more specific questions tho this is the gist!!!! im glad u love my sillyguys and rambles ueueue

[regularme12]

Tickles~

Summary: Tweek came home from a very long day of working at the coffee shop, and his boyfriend knows j what he needs.

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"Hey, babe, how was work?" Craig was on his computer playing roblox with four people who wasn't his friends, Cartman, Kyle, Kenny, Stan, and Butters. Because his other friends, Tolkein, Clyde, and Jimmy, were all busy doing god knows what.

"*Sigh* It was tiring, Craig..." Tweek came in slouching, and his eyes were half open, with eye bags that u can see from a mile away. That boy was tired.

"Awww, it was??? You want to come sit on my lap while I play?" The blue hat boyfriend, made an opening for his lover to sit on his lap, bringing his hand out to grab his.

"Yes, please." Tweek made his way, slowly, but surely, made his way over to his older boyfriend, and sat pleasingly. He slouched over and huged Craig while he put his head on his shoulder. "This is niceee, thank you."

"You don't have to say thank you, my love. You need it, and you need sleep."

"I don't wanna~..."

"Hahaha, bahahabe, can you not mumble in my neck? It tickles."

"Sorry, Tweek turned his head the other direction, and closed his eyes for a bit.

Then he heard Cartman over the headset. "Ew, can you guys not be so lovey dovey over call? It's so gay!"

"Shut the fuck up, fatass." Craig told him. He started scratching his smaller boyfriend's back lightly while using his other hand to play with Tweek's hair. Craig then heard the blonde giggle and realize exactly what he needs right now. "Hey, guys, I'm a hop off alr? We'll play later."

"Alr, dude, later." Kyle called out, before Craig hit "end call".

"Aw, you don't wanna play with your friends? It's not because of me babe, right?" Tweek rubbed his eye, and yawned.

"Of course not, hun, I just want to make sure your tired ass goes to sleep." Craig carried him over to their shared bed, and plopped him down, while he was towering over him.

"I already told you, Craig, I'm not tired..."

"Well your actions tell me other wise," He started poking the other's stomach, making him giggle and curl up.

"Bahahabe, not nohohow."

"Oh come on, you and I both know if you wanted me to stop you would've told me to from the get go, alright? Now relax and enjoy this." He pushed Tweek back over on his back and pinned his hands to his chest, when his shirt was exposing his lower torso. Craig started poking and prodding all around it too, and his half assed button up shirt isn't doing him any justice either.

"Heheheh, gohohod..." The blue hat men could've died by how cute his lover was being. The giggles, the ticklishness, then squirming, GOD, he was in Heaven.

"You're so adorable with your giggles, mi amor," Craig started skittering his sides now, but they were light as a feather, and slow as a snail.

This really started making Tweek move more, and laugh harder, "Hahahahah, nohohoho, not thahahahat!!!"

No one knows who's blushing more, Craig or Tweek, it should be Tweek because of Craig's obnoxious teasing, but really it may be Craig because of Tweek's laughter and giggles. "You're blushing~ Isn't that cute? I wish I can take a pic of this and save it for whenever you decide to be bratty."

"Nohohoho! Dohohon't!"

"Haha, I won't trust me. Tempted. But won't. Now let's get these arms up shall we?" Craig did just that, pinning his arms straight above his head, by how short Tweek is compared to Craig, it wasn't hard to do that and tickle him all together either.

The blonde men was startled by the swift motion and started slightly using his knees to move his boyfriend out of the way. He didn't want it to stop, and Craig knows this, it's just a reflex, and it always happens in this position. "GaH! Craig!! This is embahahahahrrassing!!"

"If it's so embarrassing, just tell me the safeword and I'll stop, mr. giggles." He leaned down kissed him on the lips and started clawing in his armpits, this drove him mad.

"NAHAHAHAH!! Crajahahahig, CRAHAHHAHAIGGGG!!! I CANANANAN'TTT!!" Tweek started kicking his legs everywhich way, so Craig made it his motive to sit on the lee's waist and go to town on his sensitive armpits.

Tweek started coughing by how long and loud he was laughing, but he wouldn't say the safe word, so Craig didn't want to continue his torment on his sensitive hollows so he stopped and gave him a break. Still sitting on his waist, but let his arms roam free. The blondie got a couple breaths in, and the brunette noticed he started calming down. "Now, ypu calmed down yet?"

"Mhm..." Tweek was covering his teary, redden face, but Craig lowered his hands so he can see him.

"Aww, don't cover your face, cutie, I love seeing you like this. Now let's move on to somewhere... more... sensitive." Craig scammed his upper torso, then reached back behind him and squeeed his knee once, and once was enough.

"AH!! RED! CRAIG!! FUCKING RED!!!" Tweek sat up so fast and punched his lover in the face.

"AH! Fuck!!" Craig rolled off of him and was holding his eye.

"OMG!! CRAIG!!! ARE YOU OK?! I'M SO SORRY!!!" Tweek sat up and started inspecting his eye.

"I'm alr, babe, trust me. Now you get some sleep, while I go finish this game. Love you."

Craig kissed him, and Tweek rolled over to his side of the bed with a, "I love you too, Craig."

The brunette walked over to his gaming set up, and put the headset back on, he was about to push the call button until he heard... laughing? "Wait- Hello?"

A bunch of snickers can be heard from the other side of the call, "We heard everything you said." Kyle ringed out, laughing uncontrollably with the others, but Cartman didn't think it was funny, he just thought it was really fucking gay.

"You guys were being a bunch of f@gs, f@g." Cartman... ofc.

"Wh- but- How-? I thought I hung up?!" This time Craig was getting more red then he was while that whole tickle thing ensued.

"Well, you didn't." Craig laughed.

And Kenny ofc had to put his two cents in, "Mhm Thamt's Mright."

"'Oh, just say the safe word when you-'" Butters mocked before Craig made sure, this time, to hit the call end button, smashing his head on his keyboard.

While Tweek was on the bed hearing everyword that was said, silently blushing, and curling up more out of embarrassment. He swore that he was gonna get his revenge on his stronger boyfriend, because thanks to him, now the people they don't even like knows Tweek loves to be tickled now. Till death do them part, people might say.

[faedemon]

HEY so I just read the latest chapter of Autonomy and Worse things (excellent writing btw) and I had to tell you about something.

No lie, before I found this fic I had a vivid dream about Ember and Danny being in a band where Danny was on lead vocals. I don't remember much of the dream, but I DO remember Sam being bitter and only being there because Tucker dragged her along to talk to Danny.

And I remember the exact song they sang together. It was so goooood. The title was "see you on the other side". I don't know what my subconscious was doing, but the song was an allegorical story of how they died and how those around them didn't change. How things could've been different. And it was hard rock. Bordering on metal.

AND THEN I FIND YOUR STORY and this latest chapter made me exclaim "YEAH BOYYYY this is WHAT I NEEDED"

And I wanted to let you know. :3

Thank you for this story!

the fic in question

THATS SO COOL!!!! there's definitely been a few different people poking around with the idea of danny ember and assorted other ghosts in a band together, so that might be what influenced your subconcious, but i am very glad you ended up finding my fic after your dream hehehehe. a band au is such a fun idea and i can't wait to begin writing the next installment!

also WOW that song your brain came up with sounds SO FUCKIN COOL. i loooove thinking about how death interacts with change/self-growth in the context of danny phantom so that song sounds right up my alley. super cool!

thank YOU for reading my fic and for sharing this fun little tidbit with me!!!!

[sukirichi]

I CAME AS SOON AS I SAW THE LATEST CHAPTER HSKAHSKABSJS

warning, very long ask ahead.. so um... Sorry in advance heheheh

SO THAT'S WHY SUNA ASKED FOR A DIVORCE OH MY GOSH SUKI AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

NAURRRR AHAHAHAHAHAH

If I understood it correctly, the last three sentences, were the words that Iris told him at the beach right? Hence, he asked for a divorce with YN? Because it was clear that he wanted to start anew with YN

Honestly, why does Iris keep ruining things. 😫😫 I wanna strangle her Suki—I'm not buying the I'm sorry act from Iris. Nuh-uh because if it's genuine, no way, there has to be some gain for her but really, I just want her to suffer 😌😌

AND I READ THE OMI-YN DRABBLE ACK IT SO SWEET 😫😫😫😫

I'm so overwhelmed and have a lot to say omg HAGSHAGHAGSHA

cause I was happily rereading Bonten Wives fluff while waiting for DTD and literally all that fluff and serotonin went down the drain as my heart ached for YN—I'm finally starting to feel bad for Suna, but only just a little bit.

My bet is... Either Suna's biological mom was related to the queen in someway (I'd say actual mom but diff dad... But then, it's unlikely because she was referred to as a stranger) OR Suna is a supposed replacement for the actual crown prince who either died or yk never existed and he was just used because the Queen faked her pregnancy

With lots of love and a few tears 🤧

- 🎧

HEADPHONES ANONNN i’m so sorry for the late reply, your girl had a very busy week </3

and yes, the last words were what iris said before it ended in the cliffhanger! HMMM HUSBAND OMI HITS DIFFERENT AM I RIGHT. also !! didn’t know people were still reading my bonten husbands exclusives, i miss that tokrev era so much honestly 😭 as for suna’s origin though, we will find out soon what really happened and where he really came from!

[misty-wisp]

hehehehe, ask and you shall receive >:D

so! winry!!! is another persona oc!!!!! i actually came up with her concept before asuka's, about two years ago

around then, me, my bf, and our buddies came up with self-inserts of ourselves to fit into a persona universe, except it's entirely its own thing unrelated to the actual games' storylines. we do take more world concepts from p2 than any other game, though, with philemon and nyarlathotep being the bitches they are. my character ended up being winry :D

winry's a normal and innocent college-going gal, or was until she got falsely accused of assaulting a certified creep. it was self defense, but noooo, she's a woman in the year of our lord and savior 1999, nobody caaaares

putting the less important part of her backstory aside though, she's very silly. loves pirating anime, and i'm talking the physical shit. how she gets it? nobody knows...but she can and will force you to watch all of evangelion in a single night. she's very normal about that show.

ofc she's also a persona user! her persona's alice, straight-up the design from SMT and everything. there is a reason for that. and her arcana's death. there's also a reason for that. she likes to fight with a plain-old sword hehe

eventually the concept turned into that of generally just ocs that we'd all rp the storyline for. buuut since we're all busy people that never happened, so the deal's moreso something me and my bf talk about now and again, since winry and niko (their oc) were ofc together...kinda

see, winry's stuck in a time loop. in the first timeline, she and niko were very close friends, perhaps more...until all of a sudden, niko dies soon after a very heated argument. logically, she's convinced it's her fault. so logically, she agrees to turn back the hands of time to find a way to save him. and again. and again...it's an endless loop where her most treasured person dies, over and over...

after that first timeline, she lost her original persona and gains alice instead, forfeiting her fool arcana for death. quite the edgy backstory, but i do like it.

so basically the story's about winry finding a way to save niko, and making other friends along the way! i think about it v much

here's a sketch of her in the omori style <3 this was the last time i've drawn her....literally a whole-ass year ago