#hhhhhhh anyways

[psianabel-writes]

Brain & Player 2 - Secret letters

(But Psi you can't just write things setting in Missing Link when you don't even know what this game is about - you're right but watch me anyways. Uhhh, they/them selective mute Player. The possibilities with Brain and Player 2 .... yeah. Player is a real name sshh.)

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"Master Brain…?"

With blinking eyes Brain looked up from his seat on the bench across the Fountain, putting down the book he held into his lap.

"Player. Good to see you."

A small smile played on Player's lips, taking their hat off as they set for a small bow in front of him.

"Mind some company?" They signed to him, and Brain's eyes widened - quickly he removed his loose papers and quill from one side to put it to the rest of his belongings on the other, making space for them.

He still wasn't quite used to seeing this familiar style of signing, but the feeling of home was always a welcome sight. Especially coming from them, all things considered.

Player gladly took the offered seat and Brain lifted his leg up to have the book in his lap a safer position as he signed. "Finished all tasks for today?"

A small hum came from them, followed by a simple shrug. "Wasn't much, Sigurd needs more faith in me."

"Hah, I'll make sure to tell him that."

"Wait, no no -" Player waved frantically in front of them, simply earning a chuckle from Brain. "He'll just give me more tasks -"

Oh no, this was the opposite of what they wanted - Player let their arms dangle from the edge of their seat, sighing deeply. But Brain patted them on their back, still having that smile on their face.

"No but, what brings you here? Don't you still have to check in with him?"

"Oh!" Player quickly lifted themselves up and patted over their pockets, finding the right one after the second try. They took out a piece of folded paper and handed it to Brain. "I, uh, … found this on my way here, I think it's yours."

Curious Brain took the paper and unfolded it, taken aback by the sight of his own handwriting - he quickly rummaged his notes at his side, and, really, it wasn't there.

He leaned backwards and rubbed over his forehead. "Wow, I really must have lost it then. Thanks"

Player smiled with a nod. "No one else writes with these letters, and … I didn't read further than the first line, so …" Their eyes briefly met and Brain immediately avoided them. " … your secret stays with me."

Brain let out a deep breath. Out of all things he could have lost, deep personal writings were definitely not on that list.

His gaze fell onto the statue in front of them - Player briefly followed his gaze and then went back to face the ground again, fumbling with their hands in their lap.

"... But, I suppose, all things considered -" Brain leaned over to Player and laid his arm over their shoulder, holding the piece of paper in front of them. "... I wasn't quite done writing to him, so …"

Player was silent, their gaze switching between the paper and the statue.

"... so if you want to say anything to him, I can still add it."

For a while Player didn't move and Brain gave them the time to decide, and eventually their hand moved again.

"Maybe … there are some things …"

Brain took out his quill and ink and prepared himself, as did Player as their hand never left the spot over their heart.

So many things left unspoken, where should they even begin?

[ruubesz-draws]

When bae is angry at you

[toxycodone]

Laios is suuuuch a freak without realizing it. When you two are fucking he’s the type who isn’t watching your face because he’s way too busy watching the space between your legs…the way his length just slides into you without any resistance, the slick and stickiness that pools between your legs and smears all over your groins and down your thighs. The sounds are wet and sloppy and just utterly gross but he absolutely loves it. It’s irrefutable biological proof your body wants this—that you want this and that you want him. And that makes him even harder.

when Laios fucks you it’s crazy because he has no issues with sex or the seemingly awkward things that come with it. To him it’s just all natural. He’s not gonna pretend to have discretion or anything to be polite because he doesn’t care about any of that shit. He loves your body hair and your smell and the way you twitch and flail under him even due to the simplest touches.

He just wants you. And it’s bad. He wants to be balls deep and have you sweaty and tired and crying out underneath him—but you still continue to push back against his thrusts and grind against his hips so you can feel him deeper in you and take as much of him as your body will allow. He’ll lick up the drool that that leaks out of your lips while you’re slacked jawed and pawing at him for more, then drive his hips into yours with enough force you literally collapse against the bed. Instead of like, asking if you’re okay he just lays his entire body weight on you to hold you down and pound into you.

anyways. Laios who’s less into the social nuances of sex and focuses on the more biological aspects >>>>

[albobeati7]

Paw Play!

Love me some B E A N S

[fia-bonkginya]

the memory is gone in the moment of knowing it. the memory is gone in the moment of knowing it.

[starswirly]

Error Sans?

You know it!

Error -> loverofpiggies

[stankworth]

Forget you ever saw me at my best

[crystalflygeo]

The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Zhongli + gn!reader

cw/tags: rape/non-con, angst, bad ending, yandere-ish zhongli? feral/eroded zhongli, biting, crying, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe)

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the dark/bad ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Bittersweet ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies, and defending their safe Harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

A love that would tragically become a twisted obsession.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

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Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Leave me alone!” You scream.

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

“W-wait. Stop-!” You try to push him back, panicked, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he’s immovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands grope and rub all over your body, rough and callous.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His palm presses at a spot on your navel possessively, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You whine.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?!”

Your whole body shakes, with rage, with fear. Your heart about to burst. You grit your teeth and glare at the dragon god with as much venom as you can.

“I don’t belong to you!”

He snarls, eyes widening to serpentine slits.

“Insolent. No matter, I’ll fill you up again and show you.”

The eroded God leans down to bite at your neck and you yelp, sharp fangs break your skin and you cry as you feel the warm blood spill. His claws prick at your thighs as he starts unceremoniously humping against you. The ridges on his draconic cock making your hole twitch and you gasp as he presses in, dipping slightly inside your thigh warmth. No need to prepare your body after so many years of coupling. Your hole already soft and molded to him like a worn-out toy.

“No, please… n-no.” Your voice breaks, tears running down your face.

Everything turns blurry, fuzzy, and your head spins.

How had things ended up like this?

You see no love in his eyes, no recognition. And you don’t recognize him either anymore. This creature, this beast… he is not your lover. He is not Zhongli…

And hasn’t been for who knows how long…

Zhongli raises one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other and pushes further in the slick warmth, ignoring the sounds you make. “Too big! I can’t-!” You scream and it just urges him to slam it in. “No- Ahh!” Sheathed all the way to the hilt, Zhongli groans as you clench around him.

He immediately starts thrusting and you feel the world tilt. It’s all too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, your walls getting battered by his thick member, his animalistic grunts and groans, and the way your body betrays you… a speck of pleasure mixed in with the pain.

It's so cruel.

“Sto- gh! Stop it! Zhongli, please…!” You sob.

Zhongli hisses, muscles taut and flexing as his hips buck into yours, finally finding that spot that has you choking out a moan, your body shivers, forced to surrender and feel everything, a hot coil building on your lower stomach where the mark of geo glows as he continues to take what he wants from your struggling form. He laps at your skin and nuzzles there, almost lovingly. “Mine.”

Your moans start turning sweeter, previously pained sounds turning to vocalizations of carnal lust, your eyes glassy. You try to fight it, conflicted, but the stimulation is too much.

You come with a raw cry through gritted teeth, tears flowing down your cheeks and your own juices coating your skin causing you to feel dirty in more ways than one. Zhongli continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

You feel him twitch inside you and groan, absolutely exhausted, overwhelmed with emotions, feeling sick, used and abused. He lowers your leg but doesn’t bother pulling out, keeping you there as he nips at your skin, murmuring soft words. “My mate. All pretty and filled up. All mine. Love you.”

You can’t bear to hear those words, spoken in the voice you continue to love after all this time. It shatters your soul, breaking it to pieces like the corroded dragon’s destroyed mind.

Feeling about to pass out, you close your eyes and your head lolls to the side, sniffling against your own forearm as tears continue to fall. “I love… Zhongli. Miss him. I hate you…”

He dissolves the geo shackles into specks of gold and holds your unconscious body in his arms, satisfied with the claims and scent he’s left on you. His tail swishes slowly, pleased with himself as he carries you back to the abode’s mansion.

Home.

Were he’ll keep you safe, bound to him.

Forever and always.

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…It is said that his lover is the key to keep the eroded God confined.

Trapped by the possessive dragon in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

[shima-draws]

Hi having more thoughts about Sanji’s birthday. I feel like Sanji’s not a big fan of his birthday and actually resents it a little because he shares it with all his so-called “brothers”. So whenever his birthday comes around it’s only filled with awful memories of him getting passed over for his brothers over and over again. Judge always celebrated Ichiji, Niji and Yonji’s birthdays but never Sanji’s, because a failure like him didn’t deserve to be born and so his birthday didn’t deserve to be celebrated.

The first time Sanji’s birthday rolls around when he’s with the Strawhats he doesn’t mention it to them, and long after the day has passed and they ask him “When’s your birthday?” and he tells them they get SO offended, especially Luffy. Luffy loves birthdays and celebrating them so the fact that Sanji’s birthday passed and they DIDN’T throw a huge party for him? Blasphemy. When Sanji admits “I’ve never really liked my birthday” all of them look at him like he’s insane and then they’re like “Okay so the next time it’s March 2nd we’ll have a party for Sanji”. Sanji protests but only a little bc he really has a hard time saying no to his crew, especially when Nami bats her eyes and is like “You won’t let us celebrate your birthday, Sanji-kun? 🥺” and he’s like god. DAMMIT okay

They never really understand WHY he dislikes his birthday so much until after WCI, but then they get it, especially with all the family history and drama that’s been let out of the bag. And when Sanji’s birthday comes around again, they throw him a big party, help him cook all his favorites and refuse to let him do any chores or go out of his way for them bc it’s HIS day, so they’re going to treat him. And Luffy approaches him and he’s like “Sanji, I’m so, so SO glad you were born” and Sanji bursts into tears. It’s the first time someone’s expressed that they’re happy he was born, that he’s NOT a failure, that he DESERVES to have been born, and with the crew celebrating all of the bad associations he has with his birthday slowly fade away and are replaced with GOOD ones.

From then on out Sanji looks forward to his birthday. And he no longer thinks of his brothers, he just thinks of the words Luffy told him and the fondness his crew has for him, and that’s all that matters 🥺

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

The boyos <3

[omitbs]

thinking about these stills from the s4 trailer

[w1lmuttart]

POV you have ended up in a new brainrot during one lunch break

[tired-fandom-ndn]

Ozzie: So I called this meeting to let you know that Blitz will be joining mine and Fizz's relationship.

Stolas: What—

Ozzie: And I'm not telling you so that you can stop it. You can't. Fizz wants him moved in by the end of the month, we already put in some horse statues and got Loona to agree and everything.

Stolas: I—

Ozzie: But if you get your shit together now and kiss and make up with him, you can be part of this. Get in on the ground floor. Invest in the polycule before we stop accepting applications.

Stolas:

Stolas: Do I actually need to fill out an application?

[words-writ-in-starlight]

You could say that I have strong feelings about this ongoing debate

[bilolli]

Happy pride month 🌈

Speedpaint and alt version under the cut!

[sysig]

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