#i love this silly little fictional snake man

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Yall. Janus shedding has been canonized

A million fanfic authors just jumped for joy.

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My Sapphire Heart

Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen smut

Summary: Even after marriage you refuse to bend and bow to him. In which you and Aemond explore the idea of love.

Can be read as a oneshot but if you wish to read the previous part of this story here it is!

Warnings: The reader is implied to be shorter than Aemond, sizekink if you squint. Your ethnicity is not specified and your features are never fully described. The reader rides a giant snake so a lot of that is implied. Smut, angst, fluff, everything.

You asked and I listened, thank you all for the love on Serpentine, it truly means a lot!

Word count: 7k

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"I was never one to obey traditions." You mumbled slightly, taking in the way Aemond looked before your eyes return to the book once more. Suddenly finding it much more easier to be entertained by a piece of paper than the debonair prince.

The fiction at hand was a silly little story, one about dragons and knights, not so different from your ordinary life. Yet the only difference was the affection the characters held for one another. It was a wonderful tale about two people so completely enamoured with eachother, so much so that they defied morals. It felt ridiculous to be so taken by something so imaginary and make believe. But you were utterly consumed in the story, as any maiden your age would be. Yet as far as all fantasies go, they were simply just that. And no matter how badly you wished for a story similar, you knew it was but simple fiction.

Willing to admit that a love like that just didn't exist, and the old poets were just as much deceivers as they were artists. Yes, it was a beautiful thing to be hopeful, but you weren't entirely sure if you and Aemond would ever get to that point in your marriage. With your union only days away, you both were cordial with one another but it never goes far beyond that, aside from a few kisses prompted by the temptation. The possibility of love was there but it was a daunting thing... In truth it scared you... What if all the touches and shared kisses were simply just desires doing? What if beyond that there was nothing more?

"So I've gathered with how diligent you've been in trying to seduce me." He hummed, taking the impotent book from your hand and tossing it aside. You laugh silently at his bluntness, ignoring his disrespect to your beloved novel. Over time it had been a lesson you had come to learn that every conversation with the man went deeper than he let on. Every exchange was a show of sorts, hidden meanings or flat out words coated in roguery and devilment. You didn't know if it was a habit of his, but Aemond Targaryen had a sly tongue.

"I have not been trying to seduce you, Aemond. If I was you would've fallen to your knees by now." Nodding briefly you turn to walk away from him. A gesture he didn't take kindly to as he was hot on your trail the moment you got a few steps away from him.

"Do it again and see what happens." He commanded, taking your arm tightly in his hold, preventing you from walking away more. You look at him in offense, plainly annoyed with his behavior.

"Do what again?" You threw back with the same amount of threat as his statement.

"Amuse me." Smirking slightly at his words, you remember your night together in your private study.

You don't say anything for a few moments, looking at the way his face seemed to hold such a myriad of emotions, captivating you like Narcissus to his reflection. The switch from his attitude was so quick that it puzzled you, so rather than speaking you began reading him. What triggers such emotions in your future husband? What words bests gets under his skin? It was only then that you saw who he was. Who he truly was, not the persona he always kept. Sometimes it was so challenging to determine which Aemond you were speaking to as there was so many aspects to him.

There was the image he kept up in front of everyone, cold, disconnected but honorable. And then there was another side to him, more attentive and gentle, an actual human being that allowed himself to feel emotions. Aemond was a soul trapped between grey morals and vengeance. Holding the weight of his mother's expectations just like how Atlas once held the sky. Being pulled down to the ground, fighting against his obligations to keep himself alive. Aemond had spent so much time alone and being responsible for his siblings that he never really got accustomed to the idea of help.

Even now, you can see that he didn't quite understand that this marriage was a partnership. And you both were there to help strengthen one another. You can tell that he couldn't fathom the fact that he was not in control of you. And that it bothered a part of him as he always needed to keep everyone in check. Mainly his brother Aegon not more so his sister, but Helaena could do with the occasional reminding to be more aware. But you were neither a drunk or a dreamer, you did not need coddling. It was times like these that you were grateful for being a patient person. With time you'd hope to work with him on that but for now you would happily take him as he is. Breathing in few attempts to calm yourself, you let go of the underlining problem for now.

"Oh you quite like being amused don't you now?" You snorted, ripping your arm from his grasp and turning away. In a much more leisurely pace, you walked to your bedroom window to take in the evening sight.

"Yes, and.... would you like to keep amusing me..." Aemond purred in response, hugging you from behind and nibbling at the shell of your ear. His disobedient fingers circled and pinched at the skin of your waist. Satisfied with the rise he got out of you he twisted your head towards him, guiding your chin with two digits. You let him capture your lips, parting after a few moments, and exploring his face with your eyes.

"Now is not the time, Aemond." He laughed at how dismissive you became, hugging you tighter as he admired the view with you.

"When is it ever the time." You shivered at the way he whispered such words in your ear. There he was again, turning an innocent statement perverted....

"If I am to be Queen of Dorne and sit the Golden Throne then I will need a strong King by my side. Yet here you are practically humping me from where I stand. Compose yourself." Your prince laughed at that, the sound melodic and rare to hear. You feel yourself start to let go of all bitterness, surrendering to bliss. Smiling to yourself in content, your gaze wanders past the city walls to the orange dunes where a sleeping Vhagar laid. She looked ridiculous but at peace.... Ironic considering the fact that her sister died on these very sands...

Perhaps it's best if you don't share that thought with your betrothed.... Has the day truly gotten dull that your brain had resulted to intrusions for entertainment?

"When you say it like that it sounds so vulgar..." Aemond nudges you lightly, taking one arm away from your waist to gently tuck a stray hair behind your ear. Flinching away lightly, you avoid his ticklish touch as his finger trailed down from your ear to your neck before returning home once more.

"You like it when I'm vulgar." With a soft gaze he admired the way you held your chin up high, almost as if you were confident in that fact.

"I do. But you are right, my love..." Whispering in a tone barely audible, he laid his chin on the top of your head. Finding your lack of height amusing in it's own right.

"You haven't earned the right to call me love yet, Aemond." Speaking the words rather half heartedly, you can practically hear his thoughts as you pushed his head away. You hated when he used you as a head rest.

"Is that so?" He smiled, looking at you teasingly. Normally such words would bother him but he knew it was but simple jest. And regardless if whether or not you liked it, you were his. And he had the right to call you whatever he wanted...

"It is so." With furrowed brows you make it known, returning your attention to the window once more. Your husband-to-be has much to learn, but no matter, you would bend him to shape.

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Fidgeting with your dress slightly, you impatiently smiled a warm welcome to guests that approached the table. Almost all of the important and notable houses were in attendance, from Lannisters to Starks, all were here to celebrate. All but the house you cared most about... not a single blonde hair in sight... You knew it was a foolish thing to be nervous but you were deathly on edge, having never been one for parties, especially parties thrown in your honor. You hated having to keep up an image, hated socializing with fake aristocrats as they all seemed to have an ulterior motive. But being a woman of your status it was highly unavoidable, truth be told you were much of an introvert rather than anything else.

Perhaps it was the anxiety talking but even now you felt like they were judging you. Tonight began the celebrations for both you and Aemond's wedding, with your castle housing nearly two hundred noble men and women the welcoming feast was in order. You sat at the head of the table, looking like a proper bride adorned in a lovely grey-blue dress. The garment was rich in fabric, with a long linen cape draping from your shoulders.

You stood out well amongst the crowd. The dress had intricate pleatings with leather pieces interwoven on the bodice. In every sense it was opulent, worthy of the gods blessings, it hugged your body so perfectly that it felt like a second skin. But no matter how much of a lady you looked it did little to take away how callous you felt. In secret, you loathed all of these people. Detest the abhor things they'd say about you behind your back. Murder. Beast of a woman. Kingslayer. These opinions did not go unheard by your ears, you're well aware that these people viewed you in such barbaric light. But perhaps you liked it that way... You liked being feared, it was the prosthetic smiles they put on that you didn't like.

With the sound of horns ringing you were snapped out of your daze. Turning your attention to the carved sandstone doors as you anticipate their opening. In a few short seconds they revealed the Targaryens and Velaryons walking as one. You couldn't keep count how many of them there were but you take notice of princess Rhaenyra walking behind the king, beside her are her children and prince Daemon. What a treat...

"King Viserys of House Targaryen and his Lady Wife, Alicent Hightower. Their son, Sir Aemond Targaryen, future King Consort of Dorne." You mute out the rest of the Herald's words as your eyes lock with his. You care not about introductions, only the comforts of your betrothed. Finally feeling at peace now that his presence is here.

It felt like the air had been stolen from his lungs. Never before had Aemond felt such pride flow from within him. As you rise from your seat and walk towards him he has to refrain himself from walking ahead of everyone else. By the heavens you were truly a sight... Aemond was not well. He felt like he could have built Old Valyria with the efforts it took him to cling on to life and reason. Your very beauty had stolen all purpose to live from him. Oh how desperately he wanted to take you at this moment and fuck his heirs into you.

"My love." You would indulge him this time...

"My love." Aemond smirks.

He takes your hand in his, drawing it to his lips as he looks you in the eyes. You pay no mind to his family walking past you to take their seat. It was customary that the feast must be started with a dance between the bride and groom. As the music starts Aemond makes no point to release your hand, both pacing around one another in circles. He looks at you with pure amusement on his face, and you do the same.

"I was never much of a dancer." You say in hushed words, parting with him as you give a short bow.

"It's not much different to combat." Your partner uttered, returning your moves only to grab a hold of your waist, pulling you close. You look up at him in shock for a few moments. He wasn't supposed to do that... But you recovered quickly, ignoring the gasps of the crowd, you spin your body around. Your back pressing firmly on his chest as you remove one of his hands from your waist to extend your arms out in unison. Is this what marriage with him has in store? If so you didn't not complain.

"I shall hope for no blood shed." You whispered, not daring to look at him as your bodies move against eachother.

"You learn fast." Aemond's mirth was evident but you don't respond to him, instead you focus on the music, a familiar sounding flute floods your ears. This was the tune they used to enchant cobras... Fuck it, he had already changed the dance and you would not let him take control so easily.

With a swift spin you began moving your hips, paying no mind to what others may think, you danced in serpentine movements. Listening to the melody as you draw your left arm towards Aemond, swaying it back and forth in the same manner a cobra would dance in enchantment. And enchanted Aemond was. You were so captivating he could do nothing but watch in a daze as he stared deep into your alluring eyes. Your moves resembled that of which a snake, hips rolling in harmony and delight. It was so.... sensual...

He had never seen someone dance like that before, and up until now he didn't know it was possible to get excited from watching someone dance. He wanted to see you move like that with little to no clothing on. With a laugh, you bow to him once more, offering your hand to Aemond. He takes it, using this opportunity to pull him forward, causing him to stumble. Your face was so close to his, it would be so easy to kiss you here but he doesn't fall victim to such thoughts. You both looked at eachother, moves halting as the music comes to a stop and the crowd roars.

Although unplanned, it was a pleasant way of showing the unity between both dragons and snakes. House Martell has never married a Targaryen before so the significance of this marriage was great, as it not only united both kingdoms but families as well. And your dance was a perfect display of balance, a show to everyone that you were in sync. With interlocked hands you ascend the stairs with Aemond, taking your seat once more. Although peace was short lived as king Viserys stands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Be welcome as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only it's beginning. We honor both crowns, with House Targaryen and House Martell united, I hope to herald in a second age of Dragons and Snakes in Westeros!" He yells, a clear look of satisfaction and delight spread across his face as he signaled to both you and Aemond with his cup. Smiling in contentment acknowledging his kind words, your father stands. You take this opportunity to examine everyone, a clear look of happiness overtakes their faces.

Even Aemond's nephews are appeased, talking with their own betrothed about God knows what. But queen Alicent looks far happier than most, looking at Aemond with rich eyes. In truth, she thought you were the perfect match for Aemond. As the years dragged on she had purposely delayed a marriage pack with her favorite son. Because despite how much she loved him so, Aemond was a lot to handle. And Alicent wanted to ensure not only his happiness but his wife's as well, perhaps regretful of the match she made with Aegon and Helaena....

"And after tonight's small affair.. seven days of tournament and feasting, at end of it all. A royal wedding between my daughter, my heir, the future Queen of the Sands and Desert Sun, and Sir Aemond Targaryen, Protector of the Realm, Prince Regent, future King Consort of Dorne! Please join us is celebration! Laugh! Dance! Dine! Have your fill of wine till the gods punish you for your indulgence!"

Smiling at your fathers words as the crowd cheers in your honor. And at that the celebrations officially begins. No amount of scholars could describe how happy you were at this moment. In some unexplainable way it all felt right... Like you were meant to sit by Aemond's side. And although you still believed that irrevocable love like in your story was a thing of myths, what blossoms between you and your prince came a close second to perfection. In truth you know not what you signed up for but whatever challenges lay ahead was to be faced with a stiff lip. There was no greater defeat than admitting surrender before the battle. And you and Aemond's story had just begun.

The week came and gone as a blur, with many hectic moments surrounded by family and noble people alike, you had grown fond of your shared little adventures with Aemond. It was nice to be with him alone, the calm atmosphere contrasted the chaos of the outside world. Although after your dance your families thought it'd be best to keep a more watchful eye on you two. In fear of what may happen when they're not around. Assuring your mother that your will was stronger than that before falling victim to Aemond's words behind closed doors. Perhaps they were right to worry... But what happens in secret does no harm. What wounds can a few shared kisses and not-so innocent touches cause. It was no surprised that you both were so impatient to get the wedding done and over with.

You remember not of the ceremony, although in retrospect you blame the seven cups of ale you downed to calm your nerves. It was beautiful from what you can gather and piece together, but in all honesty it was a daze. You paid no mind to anything but Aemond, it was all so surreal in a sense yet so quick at the same time. Your marriage ceremony was done in the traditions of Old Valyria and it wasn't till the blade sliced your hand did you fully register what was happening. Standing frozen in place as the dragonglass cuts your lip, the faint sting pulling you from your thoughs. This was it...

With a kiss, you and Aemond were one. You found beauty in it really. The bloodshed and sacrifice you both made at that moment mattered not as it signified you being bonded to one another. Maybe there was cruelty in tradition leaving you both vulnerable and wounded, but that was how all marriage's went. What mattered most is that you face the dangers together. And reciting old words, Aemond thought it was a beautiful thing to be vulnerable. There was no greater honor for him to deserve your open heart. Your husband was a guarded individual, bearing more weight than no other.

The cracks of his family manifesting in the form of a missing eye and scarred face. Long ago, he made sure he would never be weak again, tired of the years of torment. But in truth, it was alright to be unguarded just as long as he it was you he gave his heart to. It mattered not that this marriage was entirely political with it's own hazards, you both would build a refuge for one another. Away from everyone else, Aemond was entirely content with just having you. You knew he was not a perfect man and you do not expect him to be, yet flaws and all, you would love him through all the days to come. And perhaps, that was what love was. Accepting eachother despite faults, completely unchallenged serendipity. So maybe the love in your story book isn't so farfetched...

"What troubles you, my love?" You look up at him for a few short moments, taking in the bright smile that glows on his face. It was akin to home, the familiarity of his features lulled your nerves to sleep.

"Have I earned the right to call you that yet?" Aemond continues when you don't speak, watching the way you unlace your dress. His eye trained on the smooth surface of your back as your wedding dress parts open to reveal your naked skin.

"Perhaps. Will you help me with the rest?" Turning to him as you held your hair up to show the tight lacing on your waist. Aemond forces himself to walk forward, guiding your waist so he has clear view of the ribbon. Slowly and as gentle as possible he tugs at your dress, listening to your breath hitch everytime he accidentally touches your skin. There was something rather intimate about the moment, not in the sense of hungry passion but mutual acknowledgement of want.

"You know what comes now do you?" Aemond spoke, channeling the words from deep within his throat. He wanted to make sure that you understood and were completely alright with moving forward. His mood was unparalleled to his previous attitude with going about the matter. Aemond didn't know why he was much more cautious this time. Now that he can fully have you he'd expected a much more primal instinct to overshadow him. But no, instead he moved in a molasses state, carefully reading you. As much as he wanted you, Aemond would never force himself onto you and if you wished to consummate your marriage another time he would be alright with that.

"In theory.... hopefully you." You spoke, breaking him from his trace as he grazed a line down your exposed back with his knuckle. His brows pull at your words, realizing what you had just said. Not giving him the opportunity to speak you turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You peered up at him with a smile, and for a moment, Aemond didn't know what to do so his hands find comfort on your waist.

"Much like earning the right to call me love...." Your tone playful, almost teasing and Aemond found himself anticipating your words.

"You have to earn the right to fuck me." Oh how your very being makes him melt... Your dear husband was in such a state of paradise that he didn't notice you guiding him to the bed. It wasn't until the back of his knees hit the soft material and he came crashing down onto the sheets did he realize what you had done. You stand in between his thighs, reminiscent to how he once stood in between yours. You tap on his knees slightly, parting them wide as you watched him look at you in anticipation.

With a faint hum you slid the dress off your body and let it pool at your ankles. Enjoying the way Aemond's eye widened. He takes in the sight in shock, eye quickly darting on the artistry. On your upper navel was a small snake drawing, permanently etched onto your skin in black ink. It was so delicate yet intricate at the same time, how he managed to miss such sight before was astounding. The marking sat in between your breasts drawing his attention to your perky nipples, yet he cannot tear his gaze away from the snake. It looked to be a cobra, curving and winding in on itself. He'd desperately do anything wished at that moment. Aemond felt the need to pull you close to have a better look but he couldn't bring himself to move.

"Tell me, do you see yourself worthy." Speaking in such a deep tone, you look down at him in scrutiny, smirking at where his gaze is trained. You move slow, straddling his hips as you observe his widening eye. You take his chin in your hand, lifting it slightly to make him meet your gaze but it does little to break his trance. In amusement, you nudge his head to signal him to look at you.

"I see myself as a desperate man, craving for his wife."  Aemond says eagerly, returning to the drawing once more, you hum in satisfaction. Watching the way he impatiently licks his lips.

"What is that marking?" He asked finally, his question coated in whim and pure curiosity. Aemond lifts his hands, placing it below your breasts. His right thumb lightly touched the design, as if to make sure it won't rub off.

"Tis' a custom in Dorne. If you are a warrior then you must have your sigil engraved on your body as a show of honor. Mine is a snake. It signifies my vows as princess of Sunspear." You explain to him, watching the way he admired the ink, tracing the snake with his fingers.

"I've never seen anything like it before..." Aemond spoke after quite some time, his fingers now toying with your nipples.

"Not many have them." You throw your head back, enjoying the way he was playing with your body. Aemond sits up, pulling you close to him as his mouth latched onto your skin. He takes in your scent, licking one long stripe up your neck, purring at the sounds you make.

"You are a rarity... Please let me have you." Aemond growled in your ear, his hands subconsciously rocking your body back and forth on his lap. You laugh at that, letting your hands tangle themselves in his long blonde hair. Your grip tightens on his scalp, peering down at him with sultry eyes. With one quick move, you tug his head back fully, finding pleasure in the way his breathe hitched as you watched his Adam's apple falter. Perhaps this was heaven, to have Aemond Targaryen at the palm of your hands.

"I like you begging.... do it again." You whispered in his ear. He was hesitant for a few moments not knowing what to do, Aemond has never had a woman command him before. He's had whore's teach him how to fuck as a young lad but never in his life had he ever been commanded. As a prince he was used to making demands and getting whatever he wanted, so this was certainly a new experience for him. He didn't know what he feared most, that this was uncharted land or the fact that he was enjoying it so much....

"Please, please... Let me touch you, let me drive you into ecstasy and fuck my children into you." A part of him was humiliated for being so whiny and needy but God he must have you. And secretly, he liked how vocal you both were... Whilst Aemond was never one to seek for company, he did have his fair shares of temptations. Normally he liked them quiet, the overly fake moans proving to be daggers in his ears. But something about the constant urge to hear your voice further fed his ever growing desire.

"I don't think you deserve it just yet..." With a scoff you shook your head, feigning dissatisfaction. But in reality you just wanted to see how far he would go.

"What? Why! I'll do anything." Aemond quickly says in defense, his brows furrowing in question.

"You claim to want me so bad yet your clothes are still on and I'm the only one naked."

At that Aemond quickly flips you over, hovering on top of you and quickly pulling his shirt off. You take a moment to admire his well toned body, eyes drifting from his abs to his prominent V-line as he quickly undo his pants. In a matter of seconds he was completely naked in front of you and by the seven was he a sight. His body smooth in texture yet decorated with consolations of beauty marks and scars alike. Your gaze wanders to his cock, for a moment your lips part in shock before your eyes quickly meets his again. He was far bigger than any you've ever seen, although your virtues were still intact you did not stray from sexual manners. As a young girl you did what any boy your age was doing and explored. Although you've never participated in penetrative sex aside from fingering, you had a lot of experience. And by all accounts of those experiences, never in your life have you taken anyone capable of matching Aemond. He rivaled the very definition of Venus. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to do with yourself, settling with just admiring him, threatening to burn holes into the fabric of space.

With a chuckle, he climbed on top of you, capturing your lips in his. Eagerly returning the kiss, you sighed into his mouth in contentment. This was love. Your lips move in sync with one another, passion and fervent surging through your veins as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling Aemond closer. Vehement need to claim you as his flooded your husband's senses as a tumultuous spectrum of emotions overtakes his reasoning. He was drunk on your body. Drunk on your scent. God you were so soft. Aemond had you trapped in a state of insanity with his devine. He was well versed in passion, taking attentive care in worshipping you.

Humming, you take his lower lip in between your teeth, parting away from him slightly but still tugging at the skin. With half opened eyes you watched the way his eyelid fluttered awake, gazing down at you. Letting go of his lip with a smirk as you feel him slightly grind onto you. You felt your walls clench around nothing, wetness dripping from you as pleasure began to spark from within. Your body was more than ready for him.

"Don't hold back." Uttering when you feel him slightly restrain himself, you knew he wanted to take you at that moment but he was stopping himself. Whilst you appreciate his thoughtfulness, you were far too eager.

"Are you sure?" He says lightly, concern evident on his tone. Nothing could convey the worry Aemond was feeling, he was a rough man and he feared that he may be too much for you to handle.

"Fuck me."

At that a growl breaks free from his mouth, falling in ardor. Aemond quickly guides his hardened cock onto your dripping folds. Rubbing his swollen head up and down on your drenched skin before slowly sinking into you. A gasp falls from your lips followed by a desperate cry of want. More. You wanted more. But fuck. You were so tight. He's barely halfway through and already has to stop and compose himself. Aemond let's out a hiss, halting all movements as you clench around him. Whining impatient, you lift your hips up, causing him to sink into you a little bit. He scowled at that, glaring at you with a warning look, as if daring you to try that again. You almost wanted to just to see that look again...

Grabbing a hold of your waists, he pins them down onto the bed. His head falling to the crook of your neck. Aemond holds his breath for a moment before he fully thrusts into you. A breathy moan falls from your lips as you feel him deep within you. God he was big... You take a moment to adjust to his size, praying you might meet the angels as tears began to form in your eyes. It was painful, but not in the sense that you wanted him to pull out and stop, no. Instead you wanted him to fuck you through the pain, it hurt yes, but there was pleasure in the pain.

"Move." You commanded.

"I fear if I do now I may not last long." He whispered in your ear, groaning slightly as you clench around him.

"I don't care. I want you." You say back, turning your head so that you may meet his gaze.

At your orders he slowly began thrusting into you in a sedate, gentle manner. But peace is always short lived... His movements quickly grow faster till he was fucking you in a steady eager pace. This was ecstasy, rapture floods through you as the pain quickly subsided. It felt as though he had walked through the gates of heaven, all felt right in the world as he molded your body to his.

A song of moans and gasps fill the room as a symphony of skin meeting skin was heard with it. The walls welcoming the sound with open arms as the atmosphere becomes hot and heavy. You try and grab at the bed sheets despite Aemond's tight grip on your wrists, you needed something to ground you. Too much. It was all too much, but by the gods it felt so good. He fucked you relentlessly, using all his body weight to hold you down as he had his way with you. Never in your life had you ever experienced such bliss, the feeling was euphoric.

To have him fill you to the brim and claim you as his and his alone. No other feeling was comparable to this moment as pleasure overtakes your body, pulling you to the depths of madness. A string of moans and cries of 'please' breaks from your mouth. You don't know what you're begging for but you chant the words like gospel. A story of profanities was told by Aemond as buries himself into your neck once more, moving his grip from your wrists to lock hands with you.

You reciprocate the touch as you feel him pound into you much harder than before. Tightly squeezing his hands as you feel the pressure began to build. You cry his name out, your back arching off the bed from the pleasure. His cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt, desperate for release. Ignoring the roar of his muscles, he quickened his pace and adjusted himself slightly, taking you in a much deeper angle. At this position his pelvis is able to rub perfectly against your clit, causing you to plead for him. He loves the way you say his name, so breathy and blinded by ecstasy. Aemond bites into your neck, the sensations becoming too much and your eyes roll back, mouth beginning to form an O as you feel yourself about to climax.

"A-Aemond!" You yell out, throwing your head back.

"I know. I know, my love." He says in hushed tones.

With one powerful thrusts he sends you both over the edge. Melody fills the air as Aemond soon finishes after you, spilling his seed deep within your heat. You grab onto the sheets once your husband finally releases your hands, heaving in an endless euphoric haste. Aemond is quick to lean over you, supporting himself with his elbows as he watches the way your chest rises and falls. Eye locked onto your hardened nipples and snake marking. Your body glew in radiance as a smile spreads across your face. For a moment Aemond didn't know what to do with himself as an overwhelming sense of love pierced his heart. You were so perfect. Especially now when you're fucked to exhaustion, body covered in his abuse, gleaming with sweat.

With a satisfied hum, Aemond stood upright, being careful not to pull out of you as he slowly began thrusting once more. He was a lot more gentle this time, looking down at his cock disappearing in you. His left hand steadied your shaking thigh as his other toys with your clit, his thumb pushing and rubbing at the swollen pearl. You let out a series of gasps and whimpers, unsure what his purposes are.

"I'm just making sure this one takes my love. I want to fuck my child deep in you." He speaks, not looking away from the sight. You hum lightly at that, closing your eyes, too exhausted to say much more.

After a while Aemond pulls out of you, and in a sleepy daze you feel him soothe your body with a wet cloth. Shaking his head as he takes in the red marks around your wrists, thanking the seven when the bite mark didn't stay. Once he was finished tending to your body he carefully lifted you up to lay properly on the bed, pulling the blanket over your shoulder. At this point you were conscious and not as tired as you were before, watching the way he claims his place beside you.

You observed silently as he sat on the bed, his back turned towards you. The muscles of skin were so prominent, for a moment you wanted to sit up and hug him. You almost did. But the thought gets lost on you as you notice him began to reach over his head to pull at the straps of his eye patch. For a moment your breath stills, closing your eyes as he gets under the sheets with you.

Perhaps he thought you were sleeping already? You didn't want to make him uncomfortable. After an eternity you opened your eyes to be met with all the wonders of the universe. Aemond was already looking at you by the time your gaze meets his. A small smile pulls at your lips as you take in the jewel. Aemond, quite truly had beauty in his eye. The sapphire was a vibrant blue, glowing as bright as the night sky, shining like a celestial body. It was like you were looking at sea of asteroids as the gem mirrored a supernova.

"Does it bother you?" Aemond speaks after some time, he was expecting you to say something but when you didn't he decided to.

"No. Never." You say with a smile, your fingers emerging from underneath the blanket to trace his scar. His eyelids closes for a moment, Aemond didn't know why but he suddenly felt so insecure.

"It looks like stars..." Eyes opening in shock as he heard the soft words. He reads your face, searching for the untraceable as your expression holds so much enamour. Never in his life had he ever heard that description. Hideous, a monstrosity perhaps. Ever since he lost an eye that was all he was ever told.

"You are a rarity." You looked at him fondly as you repeat his words from earlier, giggling when Aemond pulls you close to his chest. A similar chuckle vibrating through him.

Perhaps your love would never be like a fairytale but you have come to learn that there were multiple definitions of love. And you should not base your expectations on fiction. You don't quite understand what lays ahead beyond this point but for now you would not worry. There was no need to, you know that whatever troubles await you as Queen would be handled with Aemond by your side. In truth, nothing else mattered just as long as he was with you.

Much like Aegon conquered Westeros, Aemond had conquered your soul. And in return he gave you his sapphire heart. You were both such oddities, a princess kingslayer and a one-eyed prince but the universe had it's wonders. Perhaps all the years of waiting were well worth it as the love that he felt exceeds any of Aemond's expectations. He was not a perfect man, but that did not mean that he did not deserve perfect things. You were far too good for him and he knows that, but he was determined in himself to give you the future that you deserve.

Your love was sacred, it was home, it was a blessing from the gods. Your own little serendipity nexus. Aemond would do anything to protect it and keep it safe. He would burn Harrenhal if you asked him to. Give you the Iron Throne if you wanted it. His love had no limits, but all in do time...

All in do time.

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Author's notes:

I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm extremely out of practice when it comes to smut as this is the first one I've written in years so apologies. I'm trying to not be so harsh on myself when it comes to writing so for now I like with how this story went. As always my inbox is open for literally anything lol. Let me know what you want to read about, I have so much planned!

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Allure : Part Two

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut !! (IT'S SO SEXY GUYS) Oral (M & F receiving) Penetrative Sex (it is unprotected but wrap it up- do as I say, not as they do!) VERY Suggestive Language, Possibly not the safest of sexy activities 👀(this is fiction-don't try things at home okay?) some cute as hell aftercare and per usual, some silly little jokes.

Word Count: 3k

Summary: As they're on their way home from the lake, Jake is a little too eager about the days events. So, they make a familiar pit stop to get some energy out.

Author's Note: PART TWO IS HERE AND BOY IS SHE FIIIIIIINE 🤭 Not going to lie, I was making myself blush writing this one! They just match each other's freak a little too well or whatever that saying is. Happy Tuesday 😮‍💨😉

It Will Come Back - Hozier "Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back."

After being the last ones to leave— as you can imagine, he had to make sure no one forgot anything, so we started the trip home. 

We spent most of the day staring longingly at each other from a distance, and we both had a tough time once we got to be together, which is why I’m now suffering in the passenger's seat, just watching him as he drives. 

His little sunburnt cheeks, paired with the sunglasses perched on his nose, only loosely distract me from his completely unbuttoned shirt. A thing I’ve loved since I met him is the fact he always has his chest exposed. I can always see it to some degree, and the necklaces that always sit there to compliment it.  I see the goosebumps on his skin from the air conditioning. The way he drives with only his left hand so the right can stay on my thigh, gently squeezing and rubbing, which I know he’s doing mindlessly, but it’s making any thought I have foul. 

I found myself glancing down at his legs, hard to avoid the fact of how incredibly short the shorts were when he was sitting down, leaving almost no room for imagination. It reminded me how lucky I am that I don’t have to imagine what’s underneath. I’ll thank my lucky stars for that. 

“Are your parents at the lake house by any chance?” He asks, bringing me back to earth. 

“I don’t think so,” I tell him, “Why?”

He hands his phone to me, “Can you put in the address?” 

Looking at him for a second before taking it, “Okay?” Glancing down at his lock screen, oh my heart. One of the many pictures he’s snuck of me, sitting across from him with my head in my hand as I lovingly stared at him. He’s the cutest man on the planet, I swear. I genuinely don’t think there’s anybody who compares. 

I typed the address into Maps and handed it back to him. 

“Why are we going there?” I ask quietly. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says; his free hand found mine, patting it a few times before lacing his fingers into mine. The longer I look at him, the harder he fights a smile. 

“No, there’s a reason,” I persist, “tell meee!” 

He just shakes his head as the pink on his cheeks deepens. Oh, what a little shit.  His thumb rubs against my knuckles, only slightly distracting me. 

“Oh, never mind; I know why.” 

He cocks an eyebrow, glancing over at me for a second, “Do you now?” 

“Mhmm,” I hum, gently tracing the veins in his hand. Following the one that runs down into his wrist. “Someone’s a little eager today, hmm?” I love nothing more than to get him riled up. 

“What if I just have to pee?” He argues. Poorly, to be clear, he giggles while avoiding looking over at me.

“Oh, I’m sure,” I tease. Turning in my seat to face him more, propping my elbows up on the center console between us. Deciding that maybe if I lay it on thick, he won’t be able to deny his little plan. 

“Hey you,” he whispers. He pulls me closer to him and turns quickly to kiss me, almost missing my mouth entirely. 

“Hi,” I whisper back, snaking my hand onto his leg. “You really look so good today, babe.” I lean closer to kiss his cheek, feeling him smile as I do. Just letting my lips linger against his skin, anything to have contact with him. 

“Thank you, honey,” he quietly mutters. He’s still so shy to compliments, even though I shower him with them constantly. He’s gorgeous, and he needs to know that. 

I look at the screen, seeing we only have a few minutes before getting to the house. He can handle a little teasing, surely. 

I crept my hand further up his thigh, watching his eyes dart down. I made it to the hem of his shorts, gliding my hand over him just to see how far I could go. I let my hand rest on top of him, feeling him twitch. Putting a little pressure, his hand grabbed my wrist and kept my hand from moving. 

“Charlotte,” he tried to stop me; unfortunately for him, his stern voice was always so sexy to me. 

Stroking him carefully through his shorts, his hand grips me tighter, “I’m just trying to help,” I coo into his ear. Watching the goosebumps flood his neck, placing a kiss just behind his jaw. 

“You’re killing me,” his head drops back against the headrest. I glance back and see we only have five minutes before we make it. I can work with that. 

I hook my finger into his waistband, tugging down a little. His face whips over to mine, his eyes wide, and I just press a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Lift up, baby,” I tell him, my lips hovering over the shell of his ear. He shifts himself so I can tug down his shorts. His cock resting against his stomach; a mouthwatering sight, really. 

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I lean over further, wrapping one hand around his length, stroking him a few times. I look up at him from his lap before wrapping my lips around him. 

“Fuuuuuck me,” he moans as I sink further down him. Bobbing my head slowly, I feel his hand running down my back, firmly grabbing my ass as I take more of him into my mouth. Lingering there, I swallow gently and listen to the sweet sounds that come out of him. 

His hand moves over and presses against my already-soaked bottoms, giving me the slightest relief. A moan sneaks out of me; he needs to drive faster.  Encouraging me to really go for it, I slowly sink as far down as I can before dragging my lips back up. Swirling my tongue around him and listening to his little moans sneak out. 

“We’re almost there,” his breathy voice rings through the car while patting my ass a few times. My head moved a bit quicker, pumping him with my hand. I can feel the muscles in his body tensing as I try to get him there. 

His hand sneaks under my chin, tilting my face up towards him. I sit up, my hand still slowly stroking him as he looks at me. He grabbed my arm, stilling it as he put the car in park. 

“Honey, honey, please—“ he starts, his head tilted back against the seat. “God, you’re incredible, and wow, I’m so lucky, but please, can we go inside?” 

“But,” I whine, pouting my lip, “you were so close.”

He giggles at me, pulling his shorts back up before leaning in, kissing my pouty lip, and opening his door. He quickly walks to my side, pulls the door open, and grabs me from my seat. 

“Jake- oh my god,” I yelp as he’s hoisting me over his shoulder. The fact he’s strong enough to toss me around causally will always slip my mind until situations like this. 

Letting ourselves in, he pushes the door shut with his foot, setting me down in front of him. My hands pulled his face to mine, desperate to taste him. Gently biting on his bottom lip, my hands find his waistband again, eager to pick up where we left off—practically giggling into him as I feel his skin against my knuckles. 

“Mm mm,” he hums in between kisses. Slowly walking us back, until I bump into the counter. He smoothly unbuttons my shorts, letting them fall off my hips, and I kick them off. His hand found its place between my legs, softly tracing along me. 

���Hold on,” he tells me, lifting and setting me on the counter. He squats down, littering kisses on the insides of my thighs, sending shivers through my body. Pulling my bottoms to the side and placing a kiss on my clit first before swirling his tongue around it. My grip on the counter gets stronger as moans start falling from my lips. 

I feel his finger swipe up, and he smiles into me. 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he taunts. His tongue flattened against me, licking a few long stripes and then kitten-licking at my clit. Sliding his middle finger into me slowly, I can’t stop the noise that comes out of me. 

His hands are slender but strong and large. His left hand is holding onto my thigh as he gently moves the right one. 

“Mmm, feels so good,” I moaned. 

He groans at the praise, vibrating against me. 

“More, please,” I beg. 

Looking up at me, and god, what a sight that is. His smirk was devious as he stood up. Propping himself up with his free hand and leaning in close to me, he slowly pumps his one finger into me. 

“What was that, hun?” He teases, nuzzling his face into my neck. 

“Please, please, please,” I whine, “more, baby.” He adds his ring finger, pumping his hand a bit faster and holding his palm against me for friction. Feeling his breath against my neck in between kisses, one of my hands holding onto him as he inches me closer. He curls his fingers up, hitting that spot over and over. I can feel my orgasm about to break, and he knows it. 

“God, I can’t wait to feel you, honey,” he whispers into my ear, the sultry tone of his voice sending me over, “Come for me.” The pleasure overwhelms me; his raspy voice, mixed with whatever magic he does with his hands, has me fluttering around him. The only word in my vocabulary right now is his name. 

He lets me enjoy the moment, slowing his hands until he finally pulls me into a hug. The warmth of his lightly burnt skin mixed with his scent; this is what heaven must be like. I cuddle my face into the crook of his neck but let my hands wander. Landing on his already hard cock, I can’t help but smile. 

“But I’m the eager one?” He teases, pulling my hips to the edge of the counter. My hands quickly pressed behind me to support myself, watching as he pulled down his shorts just enough, lining himself up with me. 

He tilts back up, watching my face as he slowly pushes himself in. My mouth fell open as he did, and he mimicked my face, letting his jaw slack. 

“So good, huh?”

What has gotten into him today? 

I can’t respond fast enough before he picks up one of my legs to rest against his chest, his arm holding it tight to him as he starts rocking his hips into me. 

“Jacob, holy shit—“ the way he’s angled, just pounding into the right spot. He turns his head, leaving sloppy kisses down my calf. Watching the muscles in his arms flex to hold me still and the way his jawline is so prominent. I carefully moved one of my hands to hold his jaw, just for a second. I let my fingers trace over his cheekbone, moving a stray piece of hair that was sticking to his face. 

He snakes his arm around my leg, letting his fingers find their way to my clit, making it harder to resist coming again. Putting just enough pressure as he makes tight circles on it, I can feel the tension about to snap. The sound of his hips smacking my ass feels like it’s getting louder as he picks up his pace. 

He looks down, watching the mess he’s creating, his mouth starting to hang open. Tiny drops of sweat form on his forehead, his eyebrows pulled together as he focuses. I can’t stop staring at how plump his bottom lip really is and how badly I want to bite it. It's a delicious moment to witness until he starts mumbling under his breath. 

“Come on, come on, come on, fuck-“ 

My hand grips his shoulder as my orgasm releases like I’d fall over if I didn’t hold on. I swear I could see sound in that moment. 

I pull myself closer to him as he’s still slowly moving his hips into me and littering his face and neck with tiny pecks, holding the back of his neck. His hand ran down the back of my head as I leaned against him. 

“It’s your turn, babe,” I whisper in his ear, wrapping my legs around him. He lifts me with a smile plastered on his face. Peppering his cheeks with kisses, leaving them on his cheekbones and down his nose, not caring that his skin was damp with sweat. 

He sits back on the couch with me in his lap, his cock still inside me. I rock my hips gently, starting slowly so I can make him feel as good as he deserves. His sweet face as he just watches me; holding his jaw and pressing kisses into his plump lips. 

I start to lift my hips, bouncing slowly on him, which makes him moan louder. I was inching my way up and carefully bringing myself down to his lap, stroking him painfully slowly. 

“Faster,” he mutters, his eyes fixed shut. Picking up my pace, I can see him fighting for his life as I continuously drop back down on him. I start letting out my own moans, knowing it will only help him. He grabs my waist tighter as he gets closer, his moans falling from his lips. 

“Come in me, baby,” I moan. “Or do you want your pretty cock in my mouth?” His head drops back as I ask.

“Holy shit, Charlotte,” he groans. 

 Where did that come from, Char, Jesus? 

He holds my hips still and starts fucking himself into me hard. I grip the back of the couch, trying to steady myself, but my god, it feels so good. 

“Jake- oh my,” slips out. His eyebrows pulled together; his mouth hung open as he was almost yelling with every thrust.

 “Let it go, baby.” 

The moment the words leave my lips, I can feel the release, his thrusts sloppy as his orgasm rips through him; loud profanities fill the air as he rides out his high, slowly becoming little whimpers under his breath as he comes down. 

I sat on his lap, his head hung back on the couch with his eyes gently shut. He’s so beautiful. I brush the baby hairs away from his face, clinging to his damp skin. I lean forward, snuggling close to him and feeling his arms wrap around me, keeping me tight against him as we sit in comfortable silence. 

“Hey,” he whispers after a few minutes.

I sat up to look at him, letting him rest his face in the palm of my hand. “Hi there, handsome. You doing okay?” 

“I’m going to be honest with you,” he giggles. I think I might need another minute.”  

“Really?”

“Well,” he starts, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to not make a mess when we get up.”

A laugh escapes me when I look down to realize the situation we’ve put ourselves in.

“I didn’t really think that part through,” I tell him. I can see the gears going in his head; the smile slowly growing on his face tells me everything I need to know. 

“What if I just hold you against me when I stand? Maybe it’ll just stay in-”

“BABE,” I bark out a laugh at the idea. 

“I’m not trying to get …stuff… all over your parent's couch!” He shyly rebuttals, “If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.” The smug look on his face should make me mad, but he’s too pure to get angry at. 

“You know what, go for it.” 

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We giggle as we clean ourselves up. His plan didn’t work as well as he’d hoped, but we managed to get the worst of it into the bathroom. 

Naturally, it takes me a little longer to take care of things, so he let me have a minute. I take a second to fix my hair, pulling it up into a high ponytail. It looks terrible between the lake and getting laid. 

I flip the lights off to the bathroom as I walk out, going back to find him leaning against the kitchen counter. His shirt is still completely unbuttoned as he scrolls on his phone. I’m sure he’s checking in on the bar. 

Despite the very recent events, he looked so good. His tanned skin against the light blue denim shirt was enough to have me fold. His legs crossed in front of him as he stood there. Finally glancing up, his eyes light up, and tucking his phone back into his pocket. 

“Well, aren’t you just beautiful?” He says, holding his hands out towards me. 

“Oh hush,” I grab his hands, shuffling myself close to him. “I probably smell gross and I feel a little slimey.” 

He giggles before planting a kiss against my forehead, “I don’t know, you could still get it.” He mumbles against me, fighting his laugh. 

“You’re so dumb,” I tell him through a laugh, looking up at him and kissing his stupid lips. 

“Ready to head home?” He asks, squeezing my hands. 

I nod quickly, practically pulling him out the door. He’s made a habit of opening my car door for me, which is possibly the most adorable habit he has. 

We settle into our seats, and he hands me his phone to put music on for the drive home. I’m scrolling through his playlists looking for something when I realize we haven’t moved in a second. I look up to see the stop sign at the end of the road, and he’s just staring over at me. 

“What?” 

His hand reaches over, pulling my chin gently towards him until his lips are hovering over mine before whispering, “One more for the road.”

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Gah, I love Turtles of Grayskull!

I'm on record for rambling about how much I love MOTU origins, an action figure line that provides solid value, craftsmanship, and a sense of fun in an era where everything is increasingly none of those things.

And Turtles of Grayskull understands both its contributors spirits intimately in a way many nostalgia projects don't.

Because nostalgia remembers the cool very easily. But it rarely remembers the silly and the stupid-fun.

You buy a bus ticket to "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" or "He-Man and the Masters of the Universe" and you have to know that route will be winding almost exclusively through Historical Crazytowne.

And the Turtles of Grayskull/MOTU Origins team gets this. This isn't some Batman/TMNT crossover where they give you a bunch of cool mutant Arkham Villains and deny you toys of them (but a Michaelangelo wearing the bat-cowl is worth a sculpt, eye-roll).

Recent-ish stuff to ramble about:

Okay, not only is this just an awesome Hordak variant, he's conceptually blended with Lord Draxum. You've got the mutant bat-wings, to go with Hordak's vampire thing, but his shapeshifting weapon arm from the toon is very clearly a mutagen-blaster evoking the mutagen-mosquitos. You've got the shoulder pads evoking Draxum's little gargoyle boys. Fantastique!

I had wondered who Casey was taking inspiration from for awhile, but apparently the lore got revealed from his packaging, he's combined... with the WEAPON RACK/Pack.

Well, technically he raided it, but it's a clever option when it would have been easy to just put him in Man-at-Arms gear or give him a Man-E-Faces gimmick. Deep cuts are appreciated, as is that delightful amount of accessory swag.

Stealth Leo is just a cool Leonardo figure. He's the reason for my hypothesis that Mattel is low-key pitching to be the main TMNT figure company. April gets a sweet power up by being Combined with Zo-ar and the Sorceress, and the amount of new sculpting is impressive there. Nobody would have blinked if she'd been 90% Sorceress parts, so I appreciate it.

He-Man goes stealth ninja after he's de-mutated. that's cool I guess, but He's probably going to wind up with a different head when I get him. Skeletor, however, is everything you want in a repaint guy. 90s neon? Check, kusari-gama with goat skulls? Check. Tube of mutagen? Check. He's obviously a premold for the 2005 Samurai Skeletor but who cares? He's green!

Splinter-Skull is mostly OG Playmates Splinter, down to the face design, but he's got just enough King Grayskull in him to keep him a fun hybrid. In fiction, this is is the spirit of Grayskull taking on a form to match both sets of heroes asking for his help. Fun!

Leatherhead, on the other hand, is just Mattel auditioning to make normal TMNT toys again. Toss some WWEternia legs with some pants on that guy and he's basically the best and most in-scale Leatherhead to not come out of NECA. I look forward to the use of that tail on many, many snakemen related characters to come.

And yet there's more!

I thought this was going to be a four-wave limited thing. But apparently they're just keeping the train rolling until the wheels fall off, to which I say...

Wave 5 has been semi-revealed (no pics yet) and it's:

Variant Donatello, Variant Raphael, Mekaneck, and Rattlor!

Donnie and Raph are going to be costume variants like Stealth Leo, though I'm hoping they're not also stealth versions, because there's tons of other options to pull from.

My druthers would be them with accessory pak themes (cliff climber Raph, Scuba-Attack Donnie (to nod at the wind-up swimming donnie toy), etc). The Dontatello #1 gauntlet could be a fun accessory, and I wouldn't say no to a "slime pit zombie" Raph, but we'll have to wait and see.

The real thing that has me hyped is Mekaneck and Rattlor. I love reptile-people, and the Snake-Men give me a lot of them, so I'm always glad to get more options.

Mekaneck is one of the dorkiest MOTU characters and is thus one of my favorites. He's immensely goofy, and his origin implies that Man-at-Arms decided to fix the guy's broken neck by chopping off his head and giving him an extendable robotic spine. He also has the advantage of just being somebody's dad.

His son is named Philip, by the way.

I can't imagine them not making Mekaneck a wildly mutated weirdo. They had to pack his origins figure in with the road ripper to make him appealing, so I'm pretty sure he's gonna be a mutant. Fingers crossed for a giraffe head. Bonus points if its some kinda blue eternian giraffe or something.

And Rattlor, man, I want him to be a full on character hybrid so bad. Options: Tokka (snappers do have long necks), Snakeweed, Rat King (King Ratsnake?), Hothead & Scaletail.

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Papas and Pets

Papas I, II, III, IV

Summary: The types of pets the Papas would have and what kind of "animal dad" they'd be. (I was writing this while my cat was napping on me, he's very sweet 🥹)

Genres: Headcanons and fluff.

Warnings: Nothing other than tooth rotting fluff, all gifs are not mine

Primo

Bird dad.

It's pretty simple logic, he's out in the gardens a lot more after retiring from being Papa and where do you constantly see birds? In gardens.

He's also fond of animals that aren't quite domesticated like opossums or raccoons but absolutely adores birds.

Any bird works for him but he has a particular fondness of owls, he has one in his room that's allowed to fly around freely most of the time.

That same owl can be seen wherever he's allowed to take it, whether it be on his shoulder or flying around him in a room.

He prides himself in being able to tame wild birds since it seems he's the only one in the Ministry that can, he calls himself the bird whisperer.

He's also the one you go to if a bird accidentally flew into one of the rooms in the Ministry because he'll wait until the bird lands near him then picks it up like it's just a rock or something and bring it outside.

For those cultured out there, you know that scene in Shrek 2 where Snow White sends those birds to attack those tree guard dudes? If he had to, Primo would probably be able to do it too.

Secondo

Snake dad.

I feel like he's also kinda snake coded, the vast majority of people are afraid of him because he looks scary but then there's the few that love him to death (me) and see he's just a silly man.

He's known for scaring anyone that openly talks shit about him with one of his pet snakes, so most people keep their opinions on him in private.

The first snake he had was when he was younger and Primo freaked out a little after a snake hissed at him and Secondo just picked it up was like "I'm keeping him and his name will be Tommy."

And since then he's always had at least one pet snake around, he started naming them after fictional characters that were often associated with snakes, including naming one of them Slytherin.

He can and will make the "May I take your jacket, sir/ma'am?" joke when one of his snakes sheds their skin.

Let's his snake mostly free roam his room when he's in the room as well so if he thinks they might get stuck or hurt, he's there to prevent it from happening.

Terzo

Cat dad.

This man LOVES cats, and he will openly cry if he sees anything where a cat is hurt or in danger even if it's fictional.

His favorite are black cats, mostly because he's sad they aren't shown enough love and because they seem to be the nicest cats.

He's also tried finding almost completely wild cats to adopt because he finds them absolutely beautiful.

Both Sister Imperator and Nihil have found him walking relatively fast in the Ministry's hallways late at night holding his jacket closed and stopped to ask him what he was doing and every time, without fail, the cat he was trying to hide meowed.

If he wasn't living in the Ministry, he'd be the crazy cat lady down the road that would even feed the stray cats his house couldn't hold.

COVERED in cat hair and cat scratches/bites all the time, it's impossible for him to get rid of them.

He's the "I found this cat malnourished in a garbage dumpster and I brought him here and he's my baby now" cat dad.

Copia

Well, we can all guess what animal dad he is; Rat dad.

He used to be afraid of them but then he became fascinated with them and the rest is history.

Most people don't know about his pet rats so when they visit him in his office or room they get startled by them and maybe scream as Copia is just sitting at his desk/on his bed like "No! No! It's okay! It's okay!"

Similar to Terzo, he smuggled rats and would get caught by Sister Imperator every time.

Definitely gives his rats weird names like "Ratty Fatty" or some shit like that.

Also makes his rats fly when he wants to, but most of the time his rats will be napping somewhere on him.

Refers to his rats as his kids so when new Siblings of Sin join, they think he means actually children until they meet his rats.

Baby talks to his rats 24/7, and teaches his rats tricks when he's bored.

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Soul Easter For The Fandom Ask

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most) - Probably Stein (with Spirit in close second. I'd say Spirit's my fav but I think about Stein more). Honestly both because I always had a fondness for scientist characters and because I find him super relatable (I mean- I'm a Stein introject so that last part goes without saying but even if I wasn't that'd be very true for us). I'm not going to get into it on detail with this post but since childhood we've dealt with real-world equivalents of a lot of the things he struggles with in canon. (gif via @/soul-dwelling)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped) - Probably either Maka or Crona. Maka more-so from the early chapters of the manga and Crona moreso from the anime. I mean just look at how adorable they both are.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave) - MARIE. I think more people should be talking about Marie I love her so much. She's so silly and absolutely lovely and a total badass. I was so sad we didn't see more of her in the anime to the point that she directly was the character that motivated me to pick up the manga.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week) - Not obscure to the point listed in the prompt since she features a prominent role for a while, but I absolutely love Eruka. I put her here since I don't see a lot of people talking about her which is a shame. I love her snarky / silly personality and she has probably one of my favorite designs in the series. And I absoutely love her dynamic with Free!

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave) - Medusa, she doesn't fit in the pathetic part of this but oh boy is she "problematic" (moreso just straight up a terrible person) and controversial. That being said oh boy do I think about her a lot and enjoy her as a character. She sucks so bad. I think about her once and I'm in the torment nexus for the night (in a good way. I have many Thoughts on her.) A lot less importantly I would be lying if I didn't say she wasn't one of the few fictional women I have a crush on even though im a gay man. Overall just a big fan of when a woman is evil and terrible and oh boy is she evil and terrible. 10/10 (also im just a sucker for snake themed characters hehe)

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason) - Spirit. I'm sending him to the torment nexus for 100 years. He's so silly and pathetic and I have the biggest crush on him that comes out as expressing the desire torment a good chunk of the time like I'm some sort of school child who teases their crush because they can't comprehend love yet.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell) - Spirit.

[lespicybrocoli]

10 fandoms / 10 characters / 10 tags ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Gracias a @rainy-days-and-nights por el tag!

Cloud Strife/ Final Fantasy 7

The original blorbo, my first love (the one you never forget), my first wet and sad man, the one hero who had mental illness before it was cool (jk, however It was the first I got to know), for him I downloaded the anime OVA in a process that took 3 days and 5 hrs per day on my local internet shop and i bought the original Advent Children movie and the extended. He defined my taste in fictional men.

Uriko/ Bloody Roar 2

My first crush, she made me a furry before I even knew what a furry was, she awoke in me my taste for fighting women and catgirls. Silly little weapon of mass destruction, best girl, best playable character in Bloody Roar (yes, Im biased, no I don't look to be corrected)

Raine Sage/Tales of Symphonia

I wanted to be her when i grew up, now older I come to undestand that maybe I wanted to fu--*gets kicked*

Best archealogist, best sister, takes no ones bullshit. What the world of research needs.

Roxas/ Kingdom Hearts

Righ in my teenager era, thought it was Cloud so I looked, stayed because of the tragic existencialism, best angry boy, he has never done anything wrong on his life, kicked Riku's ass like a pro, fave resident in Sora's Heart hotel. A little gremling out for blood.

Maka Albarn/ Soul Eater

My irrevocable call that I was, in fact, not straight. The most cool female character I had ever seen, fuck the perfect stereotype (even thou she was the academic sterotype of perfect student) she was a messy bitch with angry issues and it was so fucking healing to see her being that way. Made me realice you can have a boyfriend and a nonbinary partner at the same time.

Aqua/ Kingdom Hearts

My wife, she carries the whole BBS game on her back, not because something arbitrary like most powerful keyblade wilder (which she is) nor because she is the only one who becomes master of her group (wich she does) but because she, literally, pass the whole game,pulling together the shit her idiotic himbo crush and her best friend do during all the game. Her movements while fighting are top 1000 of sexy things

Riku/ Kingdom Hearts

He is the representation of the queer journey made game character, the ironic fact that he is the closest to the mascot of all that represents capitalism is incredible good for social study. Seeing him growing on the story resonated with my growing into a lgbta+ person and now we are both happy with who we are.

Dante/ Devil May Cry

I literally buyed the whole tri-pack of the DMC saga back in 2013 when I didn't even had a PS2, just to play it in a console a friend let me borrow. All the bro dudes buying his bad boy persona when he is a fucking depressed man that only knows happiness when he has his brother back, looked for the sexyness and irreverent style, stayed for the tragic sibling drama.

Dream/ The Sandman

The blorbo that pretty much brough me back to Tumblr. Goth, sad, twink, depressed, divorced dad of one poor soul with the most toxic family ever. Neil Gaiman saw that one comic about giving robot feelings and decided to do the same with concepts. No Neil, you didn’t give it feelings, you fucked up a concept.

Loki/ Marvel MCU

Sad wet snake, with queer tendencys ignored by most of marvel who is made justice on fanart/fanfic. My favourite "redemption" trope. Mama's boy. HE USES MAGIC, CAN SHAPESHIFT AND FIGHTS WITH KNIVES. May hate the world but loves his brother, that gets me every time. I just want them to be happy

I tag @umi-umita @agent-bee @seiya-starsniper

[bloodypinkdress]

Happy little Freaks: a concept.

(This is just for shits n giggles so please don’t hate or attack me for anything this is just for fun lol. Unless it gets serious then I will be more than glad to keep working on it :) )

Happy little freaks is a Horror concept based on another horror project “Welcome Home” by Partycoffin/Clown.

I do not take credit for any of their work,content, ideas, characters, art, or any association involving his project. Everything and anything that involves their content does NOT belong to me in any way, shape, or form. And all that is stated is completely fictional, and definitely fanmade. I know nothing of the plot or story behind welcome home (as hoping for all of you). And I don’t intend to assume it’s story, it’s simply a work of fiction.

Some concept names for this story will be preferred to be called: Ring of smiles/Happy little freaks/Take your seats! Or Jaws of fun! For now however, it will be called Happy little freaks.

This is an Alternate Story where before Welcome Home was created, before they even existed. A project called Happy little freaks, An innocent little show about a circus with clowns, animals, ballerinas, sometimes acrobats and skits as well.

It mainly focused on circus shows and skits. The main character Magnolia, was considered the “Ringmaster” despite being female, she represented pride in one’s self. To be what you want to be no matter what you are, to have fun and get the spotlight at the same time.

However before Welcome Home(or during the circus), she had a different name, a different voice, and a different personality as well. But what should deprive from her old self is lost. Because of her renewed personality and body, she unfortunately can’t remember or recall anything from her past life. So for know, until more of herself is revealed, she’ll stick to her Neighborhood name, Magnolia.

Before they could air their show, they had some Families with children to come into their studio to point out the things they liked and didn’t like. So this way they could know if they would reach the right audience.

1. Charlie Charmer:

The main character close to Magnolia was closest to was Charlie, a friendly, silly clown with a whole collection of charms. They were seen as a couple, a lowly clown and the Ringmaster. Charlie was a raggedy boy with an eye for acrobatics. However he is scared of heights, he still loves to watch them perform. Charlie is also seen as a cunning little fellow, almost like a sneaky spice dancer. He danced, sung, juggled almost anything you can give him, anything to impress the audience. Charlie charmer, the lackey, right hand man to Magnolia. The families (mostly the kids) found some sort of relationship with him, like an imaginary friend or someone you can dream of to comfort you.

2. Silvia Slithers.

And let’s not forget that dynamic duo! Silvia Slithers ought’a give you shivers! Which her outstanding twists, curls, and flips! She can be seen on Magnolias shoulder, arms, or around her neck. Some ideas to why she doesn’t appear in most art pieces is because of the pun “There’s a snake in my boot!”. Silvia slithers is seen as a partner, as in like a best friend to Magnolia for her love for snakes and cats. Silvia’s occupation is ring sport, acrobatics, and simple circus tricks. She can sometimes be seen in the corners of your eye! She’s a mischievous character and she always loves to see something new every day. She’s seen as a bit of a troublemaker but she still enjoys the presence of her friends. As some audiences would find her disturbing or weirdly ominous, some parents even hated her design because she was the serpent that tempted Eve, but she takes nothing from no one. Besides that her disposition focuses on slyness, lying, and teaching kids to be brave and to sometimes lie your way out of things.

3. Kitty Katerina:

Then there is that feral feline! Kitty Katerina, the circus cat, and also the fluffiest cat you’ll ever meet! Katerina has an impulsive personality, as she is known for randomly pouncing on people and being the villain/beast in their shows. Katerina towers over the rest of the cast as she is the tallest character! She enjoys scaring people, giving people riddles to solve, and her favorite; playing with yarn. She has a very cat like personality (obviously) which involves getting into peoples space, making biscuits, clawing at the curtains and basically anything that would bust anyones chops. She enjoys junk food like ice cream and candy apples, but her ultimate favorite are corn dogs! Some sketches of her are always her holding or having one in her mouth! But aside from that, she is a nice feline. As she would be the first to welcome new audiences and children love her! As they find her extremely fluffy and huggable.

4. Annie Eight-legs (thinking of changing/replacing/removing):

Now we can’t forget about the delicious sweets and snacks! Don’t want anyone to take any without paying!(you know kids!) Meet Annie Eight-legs, The keeper of the things you can eat at the circus. Foods like Popcorn, candy apples, cotton candy etc. Instead of catching flies, she catches snacks! She hangs on her web eating for someone to come by to get something. But be careful! She has an eye for tricks and pranks! Just like any of the circus members there, she is just as vibrant. Annie has more of a spider like body, making her a little scarier than the rest of the cast. But since she takes care of the food, people aren’t so scared of her! She has a, rather impulsive disposition than the others. Like having an eye for shiny, or sparkly things like watches, diamonds, and of course, lights. She is attracted to bright, colorful lights which is why when she’s not with the food, she’s at the circus! Making sure nobody causes too much trouble. The kids find her a bit scary, but some love her personality, teaching them tricks, mischief and how to deal with things. Always quick on her eight legs and never gets them tangled up. The parents aren’t very fond of her because she’s a spider, and who likes spiders right? But still, Anna is there to help kids get over their fears, and to sometimes cause a little mischief.

5. Magic Twins (Manny⚣ & Marley⚢):

But of course, a circus must always have some magicians to raise the thrill! Meet the magic twins, They are quite literally connected! With their amazing skills and juggling tricks, they turn up the applause, despite being conjoined twins, it won’t stop them from doing what they love! The left twin is named Marley (female) and the right twin is Manny (Male). Both have a taste for trouble, mischief and entertainment of course! Parents find them creepy because they are literally connected to eachother, while the children feel the same way. Unfortunately they weren’t very popular at all.

6. Jackie-Jester (contemplating hard on design):

And for this funky Vibe, There must be a specific mascot to match it! Jackie-Jester, the joyous and funky clown of the circus! Also one of Magnolias close friends, As she take strong interests in clowns and anyone out of the ordinary! Jackie-Jester performs some dare-devil acts that’ll leave you shivering! Like sword swallowing, juggling torches, and the iconic sword throwing, she has either Magnolia or a fellow clown on the target, but Magnolia tends to turn up the heat! Leaving the audience chattering their teeth as they pray to the lord above that the ring-master herself doesn’t accidentally get impaled or hurt from the swords! But don’t worry, when Jackie is doing it, it’s completely safe.

7. Daisy-Dewdrop (Contemplating on design):

And with circus excitement, there must also be a time where people need to relax a bit. Take a break from all the crowds and noise! Daisy Dewdrop is the circus blossom, a calm yet musical flower indeed! She plants flowers and even some small sprouts around the circus’ tent. And yes, the flowers she plants are alive like her. While an intermission or when the crew it taking a break, her team of sprouts and flowers sing relaxing remedies! A truly wonderful feeling especially when in a place where everyone is always screaming and cheering. Daisy seems to like music and harmonies, however, she doesn’t actually participate in circus activities. She either idly watches or sometimes she decorates the tent with her luxurious wreaths of white magnolias and bright roses! Don’t worry, she makes sure which flowers are alive and which aren’t! Families find her a good role model for young girls because of her lack of work and idleness. However, she was created to show that even with limited opportunities to do things (she’s fragile as a flower), you can still do the tiniest things, and people around you will appreciate it for what it is. Like Magnolia taking a liking to her flowers, and often attaches one to her top hat! Some art includes magnolia wearing various types of flowers on her hat! Sometimes one, and sometimes many! On some occasions she takes her hat off, and is seen wearing a black dahlia, or sometimes a Rhododendron flower(she takes favor in flowers with deep meanings, but! Mainly because they are exotic!). Magnolia also own a bouquet of lavenders and Aspen flowers. These flowers she adores so much. And with Daisy’s popularity, she is only noticed for how “calm” and “fragile” she is. She is barely recognized for her work and representation.

8. Two-Faced Willow(contemplating on changing name or title):

Moving onto the two-faced clown, wasn’t as popular like the magic twins. However, Two-faced Willow was created to express different emotions, to show that it was okay to feel different about people sometimes. Two-Faced Willow would constantly change her emotions, she was either Sad, or Happy. It literally spills it in her name. All separated emotions deprived from each side of her. If she was angry, she would be on the sad side, if she was excited, she would be on her happy side. Same with Normal and other calm emotions too. Any other negative emotions hanged along with her sad side. She was the only character with a somewhat light or pale color scheme. Well, at least in her natural side, which was there to only represent her main design; and different colors meant different emotions. Her natural side would be calm and relaxed, like nothing to worry about. Her main job has to do with trying to get a laugh out of the audience by constantly changing her emotions, getting them confused and somewhat tricking them. “Oh no, I’ve lost my lollipop again! I’m so sad, I think I might start to cry. -she digs her hands into the pockets of her costume, she has a surprised expression and changes her side- oh wouldya lookie here! I found it! Not so sad anymore is it?”. Is only an example of what she would do. Children find her a little frightening, since she’s pretty loud when she talks, especially on her bad side. And parents don’t really have any sympathy for her, since all she can do is switch and switch. As mentioned, she wasn’t really popular.

9. Ringmaster Magnolia (Real name unknown):

And we can’t forget the main host! Ringmaster Magnolia, the star of the show. Always getting the attention and love from the audience, always known for having the whitest, strongest teeth. As a reminder to children to always brush their teeth, so they can look like her. Magnolia was always such a daredevil, always taking risks for the audience. Her favorite thing to snack on are candy apples! It’s never too hard or too sweet for her to chew on, nothing her jaws can’t handle. She’s always sponsored holding at least one candy apple. She always appreciates her workers and company, she like the roar of applause because it makes her feel whole. She has an eye for any outcasts, people who are looked down on by society, she finds them fascinating for who and what they are. No matter what they look like, she treats them as equal as anyone. They make her happy, in which you can never catch her frown or cry, she’s always accompanied with a wide grin on her face! And let’s not forget about her image, she is always best with being as fashionable as possible for her audience, to show off her skill while also having fun. However, no one knows for sure if she was a she, at all. Because if you look at the cast, there was no female actress to play the voice of Magnolia, but a male actor. No one knows his name for sure, however that is still being worked on. Why would Magnolia have a masculine voice if she was clearly a strong feminine figure? No one knows just yet. But her unsolved name could be an answer, she had a different name when in the show (if you didn’t already know, Magnolia only appears in Welcome Home, that name is only to fill in for the unknown one). The mystery still remains unsolved, but there is more to come from that. After all, she was much beloved by the parents. And the children loved even the sight of her, as she was the star of the show. However, some families didn’t want their children watching when she was onscreen, because they didn’t agree with her personality. And the fact that she looks painfully similar to the beloved protagonist of Welcome Home, could be another answer as well.

[zstraps]

I posted 2,159 times in 2022

That's 1,984 more posts than 2021!

57 posts created (3%)

2,102 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@blackbeardskneebrace

@blakbonnet

@snake-snack-stede

@wizardshark

@a-real-goblin

I tagged 1,345 of my posts in 2022

Only 38% of my posts had no tags

#ofmd - 1,025 posts

#blackbonnet - 109 posts

#ofmd textposts - 49 posts

#ofmd fanart - 43 posts

#edward teach loml - 39 posts

#our flag means death - 33 posts

#prev -> - 24 posts

#ofmd meta - 18 posts

#oh my god - 11 posts

#ofmd costuming - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#where’s that tik tok that’s like ‘you’re not in love’ ‘how do you know?’ ‘bc he’s a fictional character and you’re a lesbian’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

reading first-time ed/stede fanfics where stede is all nervous and telling ed he doesn’t know what he’s doing and asking for guidance is so fucking funny. are we talking about the same character here? yes he’s inexperienced but you think that would slow him down for a fucking second? this man would be on his knees going “standard blowjob rules apply then? what are those exactly?”

669 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#4

tbh one thing that makes Our Flag Means Death so delightful is how utterly unhinged all the characters are and how fully we just accept that. there’s a sort of moral suspension of disbelief—like yeah i know that in the moral universe i exist in, setting a ship full of people on fire and leaving them to die is not an okay thing to do, really. but i don’t give a second thought to it happening in the silly gay pirate moral universe.

and i feel like that’s a credit to the show! like in the same way that really good world-building lets a viewer suspend their disbelief and engage in a fantasy/sci-fi world—even though part of your brain is aware that in the world you live in, people can’t, say, move things with their mind, you accept that in this fantasy world, they can. But it needs to be consistent to be convincing—if the rules of the world don’t apply to some characters for unexplained reasons, or the logic breaks down if you look too closely, it jolts you out of that universe.

if you extend that same logic to the characters’ way of seeing the world—the OFMD creators did a great job of creating characters who are unhinged but in a way that’s convincing and even relatable within the context of the story. i accept that within the little gay pirate world, there is nothing morally wrong with murder or maiming or torture or stealing, but being racist or creating pointless work for your crew out of spite makes you an asshole.

and it’s so delightful because it allows for all these bonkers character interactions, little moments of subverted expectations. like stede’s guilt in ep 2 turning out to not be about killing nigel at all but about leaving his family without closure. or like when ed tells stede he hasn’t killed anyone since his own father—in a different universe that might indicate a moral difference between him and the other pirates, but instead he follows it up with “maiming’s different. love a good maim” and acknowledgement that he orders people killed all the time, just doesn’t like to do it himself. and suddenly an interaction that you’d expect to be about guilt or not wanting to cause harm instead becomes something else—something about ed’s discomfort with the uglier aspects of piracy, or about his reaction to his father’s violence, or about a part of himself he’s afraid to face, or about his relationship to the idea of death. so many possible interpretations—it’s such a fascinating little window opened up into his character.

it’s also fun bc it just completely absolves you of any feeling that you have to agree with a character’s morals in order to like them. not that that’s a super interesting way to engage in media anyway, but in a show like OFMD you literally can’t bc NONE of the protagonists would pass that test. so you’re sort of forced to just sit back and enjoy the ride

669 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#3

that fanfic thing where the writer takes a relatively minor line a character says at some point in the show and repurposes it in a different context, and it’s such a perfect little touchpoint to make the character/moment feel so familiar and it lets you hear it in their voice so clearly and it’s so exactly THEM. fic writers who do this i am picking you up and kissing you on the head like a soft little mouse

718 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#2

i may look like i’m paying attention to what’s going on around me but inside my head it’s just “well sussed!” “not bloody optimal” “dickfuck, no it’s not” “did you mean to do that?” “hi all!” “there’s always an escape” “i know that, BABE” “man for sale!” “coming nana! coming for cake!” “take your sword. run me through” “treasure is the real treasure!” “that’s some damn good marmalade”

2,490 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i saw a post about the “izzy thinks stede and ed are fucking when theyre actually swordfighting” scene that was like “we need a s2 parallel where izzy thinks theyre swordfighting and walks in on them fucking”

and honestly youre right, and also, the reason izzy thinks theyre dueling is bc stede keeps loudly saying things like “well, now, that was an excellent move! youve got to show me how to do that sometime”

5,192 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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[forever-rogue]

Would you be up for writing a SMUT fiction with the one & only, Marcus Moreno? Where Y/N is like 5 years younger then Marcus, but they fall in love anyway. Y/N meets his daughter and they have dinner together, but then she has a sleepover at a friends house and then Marcus and Y/N fuck? 😂 Idk, something like that.

I love Marcus so much, okay? I am weak for this man! Enjoy - this does have spice, the sweetest of spice - 18+ only!

Marcus Moreno x fem!reader; warnings: smut

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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Marcus was a man of many things - conviction, steadfast in his ways, kind, selfless, funny, handsome - the list went on and on. But among the many things, he was also incredulous at the fact that someone like you could be smitten with him.

But here you were - his lover, his friend, his partner. So many brilliant things all wrapped into one. He'd been hesitant to approach you, considering himself to be too dorky, too lame, and too old. He was only a few years older, nothing much, but it had never seemed to bother you. As soon as he'd met you and felt that familiar warmth wash over him, he'd felt like an old fool.

 More times than you could count had you caught him staring at you with that silly, goofy smile on his face. But he was never going to make a move, no, nope, definitely not. That would have been a sin, practically blasphemous and he would never entertain the notion and he was nervous just thinking about it and -

You had casually strolled him up after a mission, giving him a smile before sitting down next to him and cutting to the chase.

"Do you want to go out with me?" Marcus nearly spit out his coffee as you sat there and watched him a soft smile tugging on the corners of your mouth. Once he calmed down and quit coughing, he opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to get his bearings.

"Do I...what?" he pushed up his glasses - surely he couldn't have heard you correctly.

"Do you, Marcus Moreno," you pointed at him with a bemused expression, "want to go out with me? And I'll make this super clear, do you want to go out with me on a date, with romantic intentions? I'd like to take you to dinner sometime."

"Me?" he bumbled as a tinge of pink flushed into his cheeks.

"Of course you," you laughed lightly at him and he visibly relaxed at the warm sound, "unless there's another Marcus Moreno around I should know about?"

"I...no..no. Only me."

"I hope not," you insisted as you reached over and straightened his glasses, "because I'm quite fond of this one. You don't have to of course...please tell me if I'm overstepping boundaries since you are technically the boss. And perhaps I flatter myself with thinking you might feel the same."

"I'd love to," he nodded as he relaxed and grinned back around you, "I...ugh...yeah. I'll really like that."

"Great," you beamed at him, making him melt all over again, "its a date."

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That had been a few months ago, and some days he still couldn't believe his luck. Then again, neither could you - how you had gotten on lucky as to call Marcus your own you would never know. 

Marcus had been nervous about stepping back into the dating field, well you, you were the first and only, but you'd made it so easy. There was never any awkwardness or worry or fear...it all just fell into sweet, blissful place. 

The thing he has been most nervous about though was Missy. Her approval meant everything, she was his world after all. But he also wanted you to like her because you were also becoming an increasingly big part of his world.

But his worries had been for naught because you fell in love with the young girl when you'd met her and vice versa. Now the two of you were thick as thieves, often ganging up on him. Not that he minded of course; his heart hadn't felt so full and happy in a long time and that was everything to him.

"Honey?" you put your hand on his shoulder before giving it a gentle squeeze. Marcus had been halfway through stirring a pot of pasta, homemade that afternoon by yourself and Missy, but had completely zoned out. As soon as he felt your gentle touch he seemed to snap back into reality, a small smile crossing his features. You gently tapped the side of his before he leaned in and kissed you, "What's going on up there, Moreno?"

"Nothing," he turned back to the pot and gave it a final stir before putting the lid back on. He reached for you,  his hands easily finding purchase on your hips as he tugged your towards him. You made a small sound of surprise before snaking your arms around his neck and carding a hand through his dark locks, "just thinking about how much I love you."

Love. That's what this was. He knew that now, hell, he'd known for some time, but he'd been nervous to admit to it. He never thought he'd be saying those words again, at least not to anyone besides Missy or his mother.

And it had terrified him. It had scared him to death - the idea of loving another again. At first he didn't know how to respond, how to react or what to do. It was overwhelming and all consuming, and yet...it made him happy. So happy. And it was apparent to everyone around him - how filled with life he was again, how the light never faded from his eyes, how his smile was bigger than ever. That's when he knew exactly what it was.

Of course, Marcus being Marcus, was so concerned with when and how to tell that he blurted it out during the middle of sex. It was right when you were both on the precipice of your climaxes, and he couldn't help himself as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

It had been slightly unexpected, sure, but you just kissed him and repeated the words back to him sweetly - reverently. You knew too that this wasn't like anything you'd experienced before...this was everything.

"I love you too, Marcus," you whispered as you trailed a few fingers along jaw, touching the patchy stubble that you loved so much, "I-"

"The kitchen is a communal place," Missy groaned at the two of you as he came down the stairs, her backpack and sleepover gear in tow, "I'd appreciate if we kept it that way."

"Very funny," Marcus pulled back from you with a wink as you went over and helped Missy with her stuff, "I'm the adult I make the rules!"

"Whatever Dad," she sassed him as you just laughed, "see you tomorrow. Love you!"

"Love you too kiddo," Marcus offered her a wave as you carried her bag to the door for her.

"Have fun with your friends," you leaned down and gave her a tight hug. She responded in kind before taking her things in hand, "don't get into too much trouble, yeah? And if you need anything, we'll be right here."

"We won't," she insisted with a sly little grin that you couldn't quite believe, "have fun too! See you tomorrow. I love you!"

And just as quick as a flash she was bolting out the door and down the street to her friend's house. It took you a moment to recover as you realized what she had said. You walked back to the kitchen with a grin on your face and your heart feeling like it was going to overflow at any moment.

"What?" Marcus asked as you walked in a daze.

"Missy," your voice was soft as you leaned against the counter, "she said she loved me...its the first time she's said it."

"And why wouldn't she?" he too felt an overwhelming rush of emotion as he realized just how much this meant to him, "you're pretty amazing after all."

"I love her too, so much...I just...I want her to know I love you and her and I want to be a part of your lives  but I would ever try to replace her mom," you explained as he nodded in understanding. Marcus moved to stand in front of you, his hands finding either side of your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "how did I get so lucky to find the two of you? I love you both more than you will ever know."

"And so we do," he promised as he leaned in and properly kissed you, "I love you."

Without thinking, you hopped onto the counter and wrapped your legs around his waist before wrapping your arms around his neck. His large, warm hands slowly worked their way from your waist to up and under your shirt, as he skimmed your soft skin.

Your soft kisses quickly turned into hungry, needy ones as you pulled off his glasses and tossed them aside. Marcus went from your lips to your jaw before working his way down your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin.

"Marcus," you almost moaned his name as you pressed yourself against the hardness you could already feel in his jeans, "this is a communal space. Keep it clean."

"Don't want to," he huffed with laughter as his hand moved to the button of your jeans and he quickly undid the fly. He lifted you up briefly as he pulled down your jeans and underwear as you reached for his jeans to repeat the process. 

Your mouths almost never parted, except for the soft giggles that flowed as you felt more like naughty schoolchildren that could be caught at any second, rather than grown adults.

"Marcus - the food," you suddenly remembered. He shook his head as you paused for a moment.

"Its all off," he promised while cupping your breasts in his hands, earning a delighted moan from you, "it can all wait. Dessert first."

"Then take me," you tugged down just jeans and boxers, pushing them down as he wasted no time in lining himself up at your entrance and slowly pushing in. When he bottomed out, you both groaned in between kisses as he gave you a moment to adjust. 

Then there was no rush, and he started to move languidly, setting a gentle pace as he kept on kissing you. It was sweet, sex with Marcus was always something you thoroughly enjoyed, especially times like this. It was so intimate, so loving, it was everything and all consuming at once.

"'m not gonna last," he whispered as he left a trail of fiery kisses along your jaw. You nodded in agreement as you held him close, trying to memorize every touch, every feel.

"'s okay, honey," you promised as you guided him back to your lips, "come with me, please. I love you Marcus, I love you so much."

That was all it took to get him to reach his peak as your walls hugged him and you both came with small moans. Marcus held you tightly as you tried to catch your breath and he stayed buried inside you, peppering you in the most saccharine of kisses, "I love you too. More than you will ever know."

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[brownandblackpearls]

☾☄✯☁ Moonlit Bath in the Oasis  (Asra x BlackReader) Pt. 2

 PART 2 SUMMARY:

After a long, harsh journey, the Beast delivers you and Asra to a hidden oasis in the desert for some relaxation and rejuvenation. You wander off to take a bath in the oasis’s mystic pool. Asra decides to join you. To make a long story short, neither of you focus on bathing.

─── Asra x black female reader

─── imagery + fiction

─── explicit smut

─── Nighttime, aftercare, penetrative sex, praise kink, magic lotion, body oils, pretty bubbling pools

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Your eyes trail every move Asra makes as he undresses to enter the pool. When his hands grip his trousers to slide them off, you have half a mind to look away and spare him some privacy, some modesty. And yet, you see the ripples of muscles in his abdomen and he leans down, the cords of his neck and he tilts his head to keep his eyes on you, the sinew in his legs as they appear before you. 

You see everything. 

...And something tells you that Asra wants you to see it all.

Impressed, is what you are until your eyes draw to his lower half. Your brows nearly raise to your hairline, shocked. You look at him there for a beat too long before dragging your eyes back up to his face, humbled. You are more than pleased with what you’ve seen.

You expect teasing or smugness from him, but Asra simply gives you a somewhat shy smile before dipping his toes in the water, testing the temperature. 

Satisfied, he jumps in and sends waves splashing your way. 

“Aah!”

You shriek, raising your hands to try and fail to cover your face from the spray. 

Caught between groans and giggles, you turn away wipe the water out of your eyes before feeling a heat at your back, pressing in on it. 

“Can I touch you?” 

His voice calls gently from behind over the rush of the bubbles and jets in the pool.

“Yes,” you respond confidently, waiting. “Please.” 

It is the word needed to draw him closer, to line him up against your back until every inch of your back and his front is touching. You can feel all of him.

Asra gently moves your soaked, springy hair aside to reveal the soft crux of your shoulder and neck, tucking his chin securely there, peering at you as his arms snake around your sides and his hands clasp together right over your navel. 

You inhale slowly and the rise of your stomach does little to ease his clutch on you, skin on skin. You can feel his breath brush against your ear, his wet hair against your neck, and the entirety of his body pressed up behind you. 

With anyone else, you might’ve felt encroached upon, smothered, or unsafe. With Asra, it is the furthest from those things. With him, you feel secure, happy, wanted, and cared for. Like a little treasure belonging only to yourself, and often, to him.

His lips kiss at your neck and you let out a deep sigh, feeling his kisses trail from underneath your ear, down your shoulder, to the nape of your neck, and back up the edge of your hairline where the softest curls dance against his nosebridge as he continues to mark your skin. You feel the grazing of teeth once, twice, before he is kissing back up your neck to bite at your ear.

You love the feel of it, closing your eyes and furrowing your brow in concentration on the feeling. You feel hot all over, and only his hands seem to soothe the ache. You paw at his clasped hands until they separate, urging them upward with your own hands. Asra’s are quick to follow your lead, smoothing up your belly, across your sides, until hesitating. You sigh again, leaning back into him and resting your head back on his shoulder.

You pull at his hands to let him wordlessly know that it’s alright, that this is something you want, something he can have if he wants it too. 

Finally, you feel his broad, mage hands cup and knead your breasts. You could almost cry from relief, every trailing of his fingers lighting nerves across your collarbones, shooting down to your toes and right back up to your nipples that he continues to graze.

The jets aren’t enough to smother the sensation of him hardening behind you, pressing against your backside with need. You can feel the aborted rocking of his hips as he tries to control himself and focus on pleasing you with his mouth, his hands.

You know Asra will make no move without your initiation. Not because he lacks the edge, confidence, or strength to do so…especially since you have an inkling suspicion that this is not your first time with him, that there may have been something in the long forgotten past that lets Asra know your weak spots, know just how to handle you…no, Asra hesitates because he values you your consent overall. Your participation is just as necessary to him as his is necessary to you.

You both stoke the fires of one another’s lust when you both know for certain that both of you want it, need it, crave it.

You roll your ass against him, grinding into his steeling member and eating up the sounds of his quickening breath, his lusty groans, and his tightening hold. You rock until he is pulling you back by your middle, seated on his lap. How…? 

You look and realize you’ve both moved towards the pool’s edge, and Asra has conjured an interior seated rim, submerged deep in the water. He sits there now, with you atop of him, back still facing him as he grinds up into you with better leverage, one hand purchased on the underwater seat and the other hand purchased on your chest.

You have all too much fun grinding against him as he moves back against you, the mystic pool changing colors around you.

When his nimble hand finds your hardening nipple and begins to tweak and roll it under his thick finger pads, you can’t help but croon in delight. The move shoots lightning through you and you can’t stop from bouncing firmly against his member now, eager to give him as much pleasure as you’re feeling.

You’re certain you must look desperately horny and silly, but you can’t help it. He makes you feel so good and your body responds to him before your mind can process it.

“Look at you,” Asra croons, punctuated by groans induced from your gyrating, his voice several octaves lower than what you’re used to. The sudden bass in his voice is enough to make you moan a little higher, bounce a little faster. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself. Immensely.”

You feel as though you’re going to cum and he hasn’t even gotten inside of you yet. You want the orgasm to hit while you’re both tied together, want him to feel your body curl and massage him until he blows too, until he fills you up and leaves no space between the two of you. 

“✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ...” Your lips begin to move.

You whisper the incantation you studied ages ago, after you’d finally realized how much you wanted this, how you wanted to be ready for the night it happened. 

It’s a fertility ward and a cleansing spell, to rid you both of any possible maladies and keep pregnancy at bay despite any close-contact activities you may engage in. 

Asra gasps as the enchantment takes hold of you both, simmering underneath your skins. 

You know that he recognizes it from the words you say, that he can now see what you intend to do.

“When did I teach you that?” He says, breathless.

“You didn’t. But I am enjoying myself,” you rasp back in answer, fumbling under the water for his shaft before you finally grip it. He bites down a moan against a finger and you ease your grip, turning your head to kiss his shoulder in apology. 

“Are you hurt? Perhaps I’m too excited,” you frown, pausing.

“Not at all,” Asra insists hotly, quick to get over the pain. “It’s alright. I’m excited, too.”

You smile as he consoles you, kissing his lips for a moment before sitting back against him, trying your best to feel through the water and aim the tip of his length between your legs.

Asra murmurs that you wait a moment, before he reaches down through the water and lifts both of your thighs up and apart from behind, spreading you wide for him. He places a hand on you, between your legs, skillfully parting your labia with a scissoring finger motion, and trailing his touches from your bud to your perineum. He whispers his own chant, and you can feel both his erection and your insides grow slick and moist, enough so that it contrasts the water surrounding you. You feel the slickness in you seep out cover everything between your legs.

“Are you sure...?” He asks again, pausing for you. Always watchful, he is, always observant, and caring.

“Are you...?” You inquire back, twisting your neck to look at him. You’re seriously pondering whether or not this is something he actually desires or if it is just another way he seeks to please you, but perhaps not so much himself.

Asra sees the meaning lurking behind your words and kisses your lips, warding all the doubt away. 

“I’ve been sure, longer than you know.”

He says it with a hint of longing and romance, but you can’t help but to mischievously wonder how many times he’s thought of bending you over and having you, ravishing you, all while you were none the wiser. His eyes can say so much, but only when he wants them to, the quirks of loving a Gemini man.

“What is it?” Asra wonders, beginning to massage your pussy, spying the mischief in your eyes. “What are you thinking about…?”

“All the times you’ve wanted to fuck me,” you murmur back, rocking against his ministrations and biting back a moan. “All the times you’ve wanted me laid out for you, and I had no idea. Did you think of doing this to me when you would teach me?”

Asra’s cheeks redden and he grits his teeth, dipping his finger in you and fucking you with the digits at an almost punishing tempo. You groan, welcoming his touch and spreading wider. 

“D-did you...?” You barely repeat, stumbling over your words as pleasure takes hold and Asra, your heart, begins to plunge his fingers over and over into the most sensitive part of you.

“I did.” He admits quietly, the guilt almost smothered by the lust overtaking him. His pupils were widening, darkening as he scooped you over and over, watching your every twitch and jerk.

“Did you want it when w-we were-ah!- at the palace? Help-ping the countess?” You reach for the slit of his shaft, thumbing it and working it as he works you below. It takes some acrobatics to achieve but his long moan is worth it.

“I did.” He dips two more fingers in, thick and steady. Your eyes almost roll up in your head.

“Even when we—?”

“—I wanted it every day. I wanted it so much I felt like an animal. Like some beast of burden with no control, no discipline...just thinking of having you sunrise to nightfall. In my mind, I would pilfer your body from sun-up to sun-down. Do you really want to know...?”

You try and nod, but Asra pulls his fingers away and spreads your legs, aiming the tip of his length before it breaches you. You can feel the thick cockhead slip past your ring until it is finally inside. You’re gasping now, head back against his shoulders as he slowly, crawlingly, pushes more and more of himself inside of you.

“There have been nights in the shop, after you retired to your rooms…you would look so good in the moonlight, so enticing in the sleepwear that I made just for you, that I’d want to rip it off of you and keep you naked for myself.”

He is halfway in now, and your heart is racing, pulsing hard enough that you’re sure he can feel thrumming through his cock.

“There have been days, when you’ve been at Nadia’s side listening to her babbling, where I wanted nothing else but to push you across her ridiculous dining table and make you my meal. To claim you, the most important person in that castle, before them all. There have been days where we’ve been in Vesuvian streets and I’d catch the way the sunlight lit off your eyes, your hair, I’d catch your scent, and I’d want to crowd you into an alleyway and do whatever I wanted to you.”

He is seated fully in you now, as you mewl and rock against him, thrilled to feel the vibrations of both of your voices rock through your body. The stretch is magnificent.

“I’d call myself a bad man,” Asra starts, grinding the last of himself into you, “but it seems as if you like it.”

You yelp higher and higher and he begins to thrust into you in earnest, holding you close. One of his hands dips below the water again, moving to massage your clit in time with his thrusts.

“I d-do like it-!” You exclaim, near-salivating on the rush of pleasure he sends through you with each pelvic blow. “If it’s y-you, I’ll always want it. You can do whatever you want with me.”

“Don’t promise something like that,” Asra groans, fucking into you deeper. It punches little sounds out of you that you didn’t even know you could make, and he seems to feed off of those sounds, thrilled. “I might just take you up on it.”

“Please, please, please,” you begin to beg, over and over his name falls from your lips over and over. You feel it blooming in you before you even understand it, a tidal wave faster and harder than your own fingers have ever brought upon you during those long, late nights in the shop without your teacher. 

Without Asra.

You scream before the pleasure chokes it off, your entire body shaking as Asra slows in you, showing mercy and doing everything in his power to stave off his own fall over the edge. You can feel his thighs and arms clench in effort, his rod still thick and hard inside your melting walls.

He crowds behind you, whispering adornments in your ear that send wave after wave through you.

“Yes, take what you need...you’re so good for me...so gorgeous like this, so open...”

Asra lifts you off of his cock, rubbing consolingly at your aching pussy before standing you both up and turning you to face him. He holds your gasping frame up as he swivels you both around, planting your back against the stone of the pool’s edge. Understanding dawns in your eyes as he watches you hungrily.

Again. 

He wants to make you cum again. 

If you can infer anything from that heated gaze, it’s that he plans on making you cum all night long, in as many ways as possible.

Your cunt throbs and aches, yet a need in you rears its head up. You decide quickly that you want all that he has to offer, even if it may end up being more than you can take. You doubt that, somehow. You know you will take all of him.

Asra lifts your legs out the water, the buoyancy of the pool water aiding the both of you as you float into the position he wants you in: legs apart, facing him, straddling his hips. He kisses up your dripping wet arm, whispering again.

“Did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what..?” Your post-orgasm-addled brain struggles to comprehend his words.

“Did you mean it, when you said I can do whatever I want with you?”

You look into his hungry eyes, a hunger you’ve rarely seen on him until tonight. 

He’s hidden it well, as you’ve never suspected the depths of his desire…but perhaps for too long, it seems. Something bristles behind the edge of it all, roaring to be released. Your aching pussy is proof of it.

“I meant it,” you promise. You did, after all.

Asra smirks smugly this time, securing your legs around him and moving in to mark your neck. You feel his hand guide himself back into your body, and you part all too easily for him, almost embarrassed at the quickness of it.

“Then I’m holding you to it,” Asra says against your heated skin, “because tonight...? You’re mine.”

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AN: Do not under any circumstances copy, repost, or edit any of my work including this one. If you see someone do so, please let me know.

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[period-dramallama]

Betrayal at the Tudor Court: the Good

I was thinking early on in the book “if this sticks the landing... it could be an 8/10″. Which is nuts.

But then at around page 180-190, the rest of the book happened.

+ Alec and Cecily meet in a sweet scene where Cecil is grieving her dead parents and hiding in a wardrobe and he persuades her to come out.

(They marry at the end of the book though so it is a bit weird. Like a lot of my favourite ships have an age gap, sometimes a considerable one, but an adult knowing someone as a child and marrying them as a grown up is still weird)

+ Despite its weirdness of them later getting together, the dynamic between Alec and Cecily starts off sensible. Being a generous child who wants to share things, she leaves little gifts of flowers or pretty stones in the bedrooms of family members, but Alec is unhappy about her entering his room without permission because it’s an intrusion of his privacy. This scenario is really pretty realistic on both sides.

+ I know I should not give points for mentioning my favourite historical figures but it’s mentioned that Sumerton entertained More and Erasmus (Together? *Eyes emoji*)

+Also Father Alec “given a letter of introduction to study under the great Erasmus, it was he who recommended [Alec] to your parents”

+ young Cecily worries about loving her new family more than her dead parents- valid

+ We get a detailed description of an Epiphany feast, the author has definitely taken the time to look up what food would have been served.

+ The author knows about kirtles, hose, and detachable sleeves. A “cloak lined with soft otter fur”. Also Justices of the Peace are mentioned.

+ This gem of a line from Aubrey when he and Cecily are formally betrothed: “I guess this means we can hunt snakes together for the rest of our lives!”. No I will not file that under Silly, that is unironically gold.

+ They’re grossed out by seeing Brey’s parents kiss and they’re like “yeah we’re too young for that let’s hunt snakes instead”

+ “no Christian is really orphaned, God is always our father��

+ I was really sad that the author chose to kill off Aubrey ‘Brey’ Sumerton because he was a fun character. Mirabella says she wants to talk to God all day: “All the time?” Brey asked, incredulous. “I would run out of things to say.”

+ The author doesn’t just quote the passages of Scripture everyone knows, but passages from lesser known books the Tudors would have known off by heart like Jeremiah 29:11.

+Given how historical fiction’s attitude to sexual harassment is often horrendous, it was such a palate cleanser to read Hal discovering that what he did as a young man was adultery but it wasn’t rape. (His memories of the event are hazy). And no, it wasn’t someone telling him “technically it wasn’t rape”, it was the woman he slept with telling him directly that yes, she did consent, she was in the mood just as much as he was. The weight of the distinction between consensual and non-consensual sex was given the seriousness it deserves.

+ So after Brey dies, Cecily his betrothed marries Hal, Brey’s (supposedly) widowed father. This is actually handled well: the pros and cons of the match that are debated are the pros and cons Tudor people would think of- land, God, heirs. The fact that the match is a scandal is also authentic: Tudor people did not take betrothal lightly.

+ Cecily realises that Hal being a flawed human being brings them together, not further apart. 

+ Cecily remembers all the little details about Father Alec, which is some good foreshadowing of them falling in love later.

+ The theme of healing after loss in this book is quite touching

+ So Cecily’s friend Alice has a tapestry with no stitches in it, just a blank canvas. “I call it: ‘Clouds’.” That was intentionally funny.

+ The title of Father Alec’s book: Meditations for the Common Man isn’t real but sounds it.

+ Cranmer has a wife and honestly Alec reacts like a cheated-on lover. He walks in on Cranmer and his wife embracing and he’s like Maybe They Are Just Hugging As Good Friends. 

+ (Cranmer and Alec are very bromantic).

+ Hal’s recovery from a stroke is handled pretty well: the author either knew or researched stroke recovery techniques that don’t require modern technology.

+ Cranmer’s devotion to Henry VIII is accurately portrayed and interesting to read. More of that please.

+ “It is pride that will separate you from God with far more success than King Henry ever could”

+ “For all that is known and unknown I am truly sorry.”

+ Cromwell: “a narrow-eyed jowly man who reminded Father Alec of the result of a terrier-weasel union”. Comedy gold.

+ Speaking of Cromwell: “he pursued the dissolution of the monasteries with the spite of a jilted lover.” DB just snatched Hilary Mantel’s wig.

+ The author has a good sense of ‘life goes on even while horrible events happen.’

+ Alec worries about his nose running in front of important people- relatable.

+ A screaming baby is described as ‘a passionate little orator’. 

+ Time is described as ‘an invisible army’.

+ Grace, Hal’s wife, fakes her own death after her only child Brey dies and then lives as a wise woman in the woods. It’s....nuts, truly nuts, but I do kind of dig it. A plot twist I didn’t see coming, and I liked that the author let her change from pitiable alcoholic causing scandals to recovered alcoholic living her best life in the woods. Not a lot of authors, I think, would give her that. They’d just make her drink herself to death so other characters can angst.

[firefly-in-darkness]

Galaxy Princess - 2/3

Galaxy Princess - 2/3

Characters → Y/N & Peter Quill, Mentions of other Marvel characters.

Summary → After the birth of superheroes, several alien attacks and the blip, you were pretty much ready for anything. That was until you met Peter Quill. He burst into your life at lightning speed and nothing could have prepared you for the way he turned your world upside down.

Word Count → 2k.

Warnings → 18+, Smut - oral (male receiving), p in v (unprotected - wrap it before you tap it bro).

Series Taglist → OPEN - send an ask.

Beta → @princessmisery666 // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → Should have posted this at half 7 but everything seemed to go wrong BUT it’s here now… This is for @crushedbyhyperbole - I am so sorry that this is months late to your challenge! [Prompt: To the moon and back - in Part 3]. This is GOTG Vol1&2 Peter Quill set in a post-Endgame world. AND YES MY SCHEDULE WENT COMPLETELY WRONG.

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Previously: Spare bedding was placed on the sofa and Y/N directed him around the apartment, “The shower is just down the hall. If you can’t sleep, here’s the tv remote and help yourself to food.” 

“Thank you, Princess.” 

“Goodnight, Starlord.” 

“It’s Peter.” His cheeky smile had faded to something softer. 

“Y/N. Goodnight Peter.”  

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He laid down and continued to wave until she shut the bedroom door. 

Y/N was too tired to process that she was leaving a stranger on his own, in her home. There was an odd comfort from his determination to get back to his ship and crew; the place he belonged.

After spending the best part of an hour deciding when to leave the bedroom and greet her guest, breakfast the next morning was not as awkward as Y/N had imagined. The moment she sat down at the kitchen table; her apprehension disappeared. It seemed natural to be opposite Peter, eating toast and draining her mug of coffee as he did the same.

“I’ve got some clothes that you can borrow,” She mentioned, trying to sound casual.

“Boyfriend?” His eyebrow quirked, obviously noticing the drop of her eyes, “Ex-boyfriend?” 

The air in the room disappeared, sucked out like a vacuum. Y/N was unable to think straight as the image of the owner of the clothes flashed in her mind's eye. Tears began to form, blurring her vision but before they fell she bit down on her bottom lip. Redirecting the emotional pain.

“My um, brother. I’ll be right back,” She whispered and rushed from the room.

She pushed open the door opposite her bedroom, and breathed in the, now faint, scent of hazelnut and him. The feel of the clothes under her fingertips was bittersweet, and Y/N couldn’t help bringing the sleeve of his favourite hoodie to her nose and inhaling deeply. 

Approaching footsteps echoed around the almost empty room, she pulled out a pair of jeans and a cotton t-shirt, immediately failing at composing herself in time as Peter entered the room. Kindness lined his features, and she couldn’t look at him any longer than a second.

“I think they should fit, you’re a similar height but he is- was- a bit leaner.” She offered him the items.

 Skin ignited at the delicate touch of Peter’s calloused hands that wrapped around her forearm, “Thank you. What was his name?”

“Eli. Elijah,” She whispered, her eyes unmoving from the thumb stroking the inside of her wrist. “I don’t like talking about it. Why don’t you try the radio once more and I’ll head to the hardware store to see if I can fix the transmitter.”

Peter nodded, “Believe me, I know family is a tough subject for anyone.” She met his eyes, sincerity and sympathy stared back at her. “But if talking about it would help lighten some of the sadness in your eyes, I’d be happy to listen.” 

Y/N nodded and gave him a small smile, appreciating the kindness from the stranger.

The fixed transmitter sat on the windowsill. One of the three lights had finally turned on, it had beeped a few times which was, hopefully, a good sign. After four hours of waiting for something else to happen, Y/N and Peter resigned to watching Stranger Things.

Even though Peter was enthralled with the music and monsters that came from the television, he couldn’t help the way he felt as Y/N shared snippets of her life with him. The way she would talk to him about all the things she loved about science fiction, space and of all the new things on Earth. Y/N’s excitement was infectious, and he didn’t want to part with it.

To slow down and spend time with someone as enigmatic as she was a one-eighty on his usual fast-paced crazy life as a Guardian of the Galaxy.  And that’s when he knew that he’d have to stall his departure if possible.

While Y/N was getting ready for bed in the bathroom, Peter grabbed a cell phone from his red jacket and hopped out the window and onto the fire escape, perching on one of the steps. He flipped open the phone and dialled one of the few contacts he had.

“Hey, Bird Boy ‘Merica.” He chirped, glancing through the window to check that she hadn’t left the bathroom. “Can you give Rocket these coordinates? Pick up in five days? Cheers Cap.”

Pocketing the phone, he sat looking up to the sky, watching the stars twinkling in the distance, and for the first time since he was abducted all those years ago, he felt at home. Y/N’s footsteps brought him back to reality; he was leaving but not just yet.

“Whatcha doin’ out there?” She giggled, now in pyjamas and knotting the ties of her robe at her waist.

“Just checking out the sky, Princess.” He grinned at her.

Y/N climbed out the window and grabbed his hand, pulling him up the fire escape. They both greeted Stan on the way, a mischievous look on the older gentleman as he watched the pair laughing as they rushed up the stairs.

Once they reached the top, Y/N dropped his hand and twirled around with her arms open wide, then gestured to the sun lounger. “Welcome to my little piece of heaven.” She smiled proudly, “Take a seat.”

Peter sat back, legs either side of the lounger to allow Y/N to perch in between, “Come up here often?”

“Yeah, every Friday night, at least. It’s how I knew where you crashed,” She pointed to the woodlands in the distance.

“Well, I thank the stars that you were out here. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done.” Peter paused, watching the modesty line her features as she shrugged.

Y/N was different from the other girls he’d met. She had this look of adventure and passion for space, the universe, the unknown. Something that he had only seen in children. He could feel something blossoming; a desire to know more about her, spend more time with her, but he also knew that he’d be leaving and that was not going to put a downer on tonight.

Peter wanted to make the most of the time they had. However long they had. His hands gripped at Y/N’s waist, and he tugged her back, guiding her to lay on his chest. She hesitated at first but after a few seconds, she curled into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. Watching the sunset over the trees.

The cool breeze sent shivers up and down Y/N’s body, she held tighter onto Peter’s waist. Her mind raced with all the possibilities only to be destroyed by her insecurity; maybe this could be my way out? Don’t be silly. He’s just going to leave. You don’t know him; he could be a serial killer.

Peter brushed the strands of hair away from her face, bringing her out of her thoughts. Her body tensed as he tipped her chin upwards. She looked at him in wonder and slight confusion. Peter cupped her cheek, his lips met hers, and she was frozen in place.

After a moment, she melted into him, their lips moulded together seamlessly. Peter deepened the kiss, and earning a gasp from her, it allowed his tongue entrance into her mouth. It silenced her worries and all thoughts of this man being a stranger and being from out of space left her mind. The fact that they were on a rooftop and anyone could glance from the neighbouring apartments slipped away as his tongue danced with hers.

She couldn’t refrain from his touch any longer and adjusted her position; swinging her leg over his and straddled his lap, not breaking the kiss for a second. Peter’s arms snaked around her waist, holding her almost impossibly closer to him. 

The dressing gown fanned around them, giving her body access to the delicious friction of his erect cock through his jeans and her pyjama shorts, the material dampening at her core.

She wished she’d changed into the black underwear set that she had bought on a whim a couple of days ago. She was confident in pursuing this with Peter and she was glad her instincts were correct; it was just bad timing.

Peter’s deep moan disconnected their lips and Y/N bit hers as she watched the pleasure take over his features. His hands trailed down to her hips, gripping tightly to the soft gown, and untying the rope and pushing it off her shoulders. His lips met hers once more, she whimpered as his hands lifted her tank top over her head.

He drank in her appearance, his eyes scanning from her face down to her chest. He surged forward, his mouth leaving wet kisses to her jaw, following the path down her neck. Y/N’s hands found their way into his locks, tugging at the ends as he nipped at a sensitive spot on her collarbone.

Peter glanced up at her, an unspoken request for permission. She nodded and Peter obliged, latching around her nipple with his hand palmed at the other breast. Y/N gasped as his teeth scraped at the hardened bud then she tugged at Peter’s cotton top. He huffed as he finished his assault across her chest and pulled off the offensive article. Y/N stood up and shimmied out of the shorts. Peter followed suit with the denim and boxers.

The summer breeze struggled to cool their heated skin as they admired each other’s exposed figures. The moonlight cast shadows over their naked bodies yet highlighted every delicious dip and sensuous curve.

Y/N dropped to her knees in front of him, ignoring the debris that dug into her skin as she levelled herself with his cock. She used her index finger to smear the beaded pre-cum around his head. She curled her hand, gripping his shaft and languidly pumped.

“Fuck, Princess.” He grunted as she twisted her hand up and down his length. “Want your mouth.”

Y/N immediately parted her lips and began licking his tip then took him fully. The tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat caused her to choke slightly but as she regained her composure she looked up at Peter. Flushed cheeks and the darkened glint in his eyes held her gaze turned her into a mess.

Raspy moans and grunts spurred Y/N on; her tongue swirled, and she took him deeper into her throat once more. His hands gripped her shoulders, tugging her away to stand. The passion erupted between them, a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues. Peter’s hands slid down her body, grabbed at her thighs to lift and she obliged. 

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he laid her down on the sun lounger. She was in awe at his strength while he pulled the cushions to soften her head and back before letting her go completely. 

Peter pulled the blanket across them both then nuzzled at her neck, nipping at her sensitive spots, behind her ear, the corner of her jaw and along the edge of her collarbone. He rested on his left side, to keep her from toppling off the side and to keep his full weight off her.

Y/N whimpered at the way his cock teased at her entrance with each of the restricted ruts of his hips. His hands snaked down to her core, fingers rubbing at her clit, coating in her slick before two entered her pussy. 

Peter’s mouth continued the assault on her neck, leaving darkening marks while Y/N’s soft moans rang through the night. It coaxed the fire burning in her belly; the pleasure shivered to the tips of her fingers and the curl of her toes.

Y/N arched her back, her nipples grazing against the hard planes of his chest. Her head tipped back into the cushions; he was filling every part of her existence with ecstasy. The stars above them blurred as he added another finger; widening her ready to take his dick.

Peter entered her slowly; both adjusting to this new level of intimacy as his lips connected with hers and their tongues joined the fray. Y/N’s core twisted in desire and impatience as she ground her hips to encourage his movement.

Peter pushed and pulled against her body, his pelvis hitting her deliciously with each thrust. Her walls clenched around him as he continued to grind and dip and tug at her. Y/N surrendered her body to him, letting him take control, and relished in every second as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Her hands gripped tightly to his shoulders, nails digging into his tanned skin as his thrusts slowed but hardened. Their bodies moulded together as one, the feeling of weightlessness reached every corner of their existence as they reached their climax.

Peter pulled Y/N to lie across him, her head tucked into his neck. Their bodies relaxing into the cushions, their skin glistening with beaded sweat and the moonlight shining delicately across them both.

Y/N felt the gravitational pull back to reality; he was going to leave. It was only a matter of time.

To Be Continued...

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So the 90's were a crazy time for us growing up! Lets start with Music.. Were You A Fan Of? The Backstreet Boys The Spice Girls STEPS No Doubt N*Sync Oasis Weezer The Vengaboys TLC Destiny's Child Hanson FIVE Madonna B*Witched S Club 7 M2M 98 Degrees Ricky Martin Sonique Sugar Ray Billie Piper Vitamin C Play

What about 90's Movies.. Were you a Fan of...

Clueless Jurassic Park Pulp Fiction Titanic Home Alone The Lion King Pretty Woman 10 Things I Hate About You Empire Records Space Jam Dumb and Dumber Aladdin Wayne's World Ace Ventura American Pie Hocus Pocus Matilda She's All That Bring It On The Craft Cruel Intentions Never Been Kissed Jawbreaker Spice World Can'y Hardly Wait I Know What You Did Last Summer Romy and Michele's High School Reunion Drive Me Crazy

90's TOYS, Did you have or want these?

YoYo Play-Doh Super Soaker Betty Spaghetty Gameboy Colour Tamogotchi Bop It Furby Moon Shoes Hit Clips Mouse Trap Koosh Balls Sky Dancers Slammer Whammers Spice Girls Dolls Slime Etch a Sketch Easy Bake Oven Pokemon Trading Card Game Littlest Pet Shop Street Sharks Mighty Max Sylvian Families Beanie Babies Silly Putty Brain Warp Atari Jaguar Groovy Girls Nintendo 64 Magic Mitt Slinkies Polly Pocket Poo-Chi Rainbow Brite GakSplat Doodle Bear Skip It Trolls

How About 90's Fashion.. What did you think of...

Crop Tops I was just a kid in the 90s, that wasn’t my style. I also remember thinking I didn’t want to show my stomach. Studded Belts I had one in the 2000s. Scrunchies Loved ‘em. Still do. Butterfly Clips Loved those as well and still do. Chokers I don’t like things around my neck like that. Plaid, Pleated Mini Skirts Not my style, personally, but I liked some of the looks. Slip Dresses I didn’t wear stuff like that. Long, Leather Jacket Blazers Didn’t wear ‘em, but they’re cool. You look badass in a leather jacket haha. Chain Belts Not my thing. Boob Tubes Is that the same as a tube top? Not a fan. Hip Hugger Jeans Again, I didn’t wear that stuff as a kid but that was the popular style and I probably liked it when seeing celebrities wear them and whatnot. Camo Pants Nah. Mood Rings Those were cool. Scarf Tops Definitely not my style. Bandanas I didn’t wear them. Crushed Velvet Nah. Platform Sneakers I thought they were kinda cool. Spaghetti Straps Cute. Corsets Not my thing. Pedal Pushers I wore ‘em. Were you a fan of these 90's Television Shows Spongebob Square Pants Animaniacs Dexters Laboratory Hey Arnold Power Puff Girls Barbie Rocko's Modern Life Batman Ren and Stimpy Ed, Edd and Eddy Johnny Bravo Sesame Street Arthur Ducktales Doug Catdog Angry Beavers As Told By Ginger Tiny Toon Adventures Looney Tunes Aaahhh! Real Monsters Talespin Daria Beavis and Butthead The Wild Thornberrys King Of The Hill Futurama Digimon Pokemon Captain Planet The Simpsons Cow and Chicken Blinky Bill Rugrats Sylvester and Tweety Sonic The Hedgehog Dragontales Clifford The Dog Random 90's things. Thoughts on... Checkered Kitchenware Nostalgic Every restaurant had that it seemed. Cartoon Character Coffee Mugs and Cookie Jars Cute, I like stuff like that. Celestial Prints around the house Nah. Lava Lamps I had one; I thought they were cool. Candle Holders I don’t really have any thoughts on that. Coca Cola Tins Or that. Blonde Wood Furniture I don’t know what that is. Tape Decks Discmans to play music It was the cool thing at the time. Oversized Headphones They hurt my ears. Cd's (Singles) I loved CDs back in the day. Pastel coloured plates Cute. A fancy dish for the butter Nice. A Miracle Mop Elizabeth Taylors 'White Diamonds' in your mothers room I don’t think she wore that. Picture frames that were also photo albums Cool. a fancy decorative plate that sat in the kitchen and no one was to use it We didn’t have one. topiaries It’s pretty cool what you can make out of shrubs and trees. a basket for the mail Useful? crazy patterned bed sheets Fun. an ab isolater your parents kept in a spare room or the shed Didn’t have one. McDonalds collector cups and disney figurines Loved those. We still have a lot of ours. slime time on nickelodeon I always wanted to get slimed as a kid. MTV actually had music The good ol’ days. I loved watching TRL.

video hits on television Good times. bath oil beads Didn’t use ‘em. overalls and doc martens I liked overalls. super mario Loved Super Mario. Still do. bubble beeper I didn’t have one. nokia brick mobile phones Didn’t have one either. Man, we’ve come a long way with cellphones. pogos bangles I liked those. mary kate and ashley olsen I was a huge fan, I watched all their stuff and had all their movies on VHS. glow worms hair crimper machine It was cool at the time. I styled my hair for picture day in elementary school one year. hair straighteners Liked those as well. clarissa explains it all I liked it. barbie happy meal toys Those were fun to get. I was obsessed with Barbies. gel and glitter pens Loved those. animal shaped erasers Those and scented ones were fun to have. echo microphones puppy surprise (the dog toys that had puppies in its belly) I had one, such a freaky thing. Goosebumps novels I was obsessed with Goosebumps. My Little Pony Wasn’t into that. 

Baby Born Dolls I don’t think I had one. Barbie Dolls ObSESSED. I had to have everything and would play for hours and hours everyday. Crayola Mini Stampers Cool. Snake on mobile Nokias I think I might have played before. Carebears Cute, I liked Carebears. Still do. I find myself relating to Grumpy Bear nowadays, ha.

[unbridledartist]

The OC list

Not Necessarily in order of my most well loved characters:

Zero!

This boy is my arcane trickster that just wants to be a wizard! He really doesn’t like the rain and his reversible clothes to make thieving easier~

Attien!

Funky elf boy of questionable ethics. As I have said before he is a mage, he practices necromancy to a probably very unhealthy degree. His familiar is a snake called Iris. He has no practical skills unless it is done with magic. Extremely over-dramatic.

Zachary is a Mage trying to not be a mage and failing

He is a character I have created for my fiction Of Blood and Bodies, that takes place in the Dragon Age universe! @livjnoodles​ drew him for me~ <3

He is a mess and a mage and trying really hard not to get attached to people for a lot of reasons. I am sorry this is super vague. He is scared of horses and spiders though! He also kinda works as a mercenary and odd job doer extraordinaire.

Art by liv!

Story found here

Chi

I have had this character for years, since grade 9, I think, and that would have made me 13-14 and I am 26 turning 27 at the time of making this post, how fun. She has gone threw a lot of changes since then. 

Roman Blackwall

MY NERD AND HOW I MET LIV! He loves books, was a half vampire and had a Thrush familiar that could shape change into a deep gnome, named Carrion. Roman was the only true neutral person in the party and it led to some interesting occasions of “why are you doing that?!” because murder hobos.

Bonus @livjnoodles​ Drawing of him~

Del

My first ever d&d character who will forever hold a special place in my heart. He was a draconic sorcerer~

I do not have any art of him, i never really drew him...

Corlin Tyrell

I love my little lord boy! He is a teenage mess though soooo fun times. He is for a game of thrones game that I tentatively play right now because of Anxiety. Liv drew him for me though~ <3

Art again by liv~

Gabriel Rossi

My dude is for a story that was written back in my first year off college because I was stressed AF and needed an outlet. He is for the KHR story and i am proud to say I am re-writing this story ^.^ Story found here

Also Zachary but not the Mage

This guy is for a game called Cosmic Patrol XD gosh it's fun to play. Very loose, very silly. He is a tech guru and made a super computer at 8 and a ship engine to go with it!

Larp Characters because these count:

Coal AKA Birds

This was a character that I played in larp called Dystopia Rising for a while before it became too expensive to go. He was my big soft boy that could eat people and did in fact eat eyeballs on more than one occasion. Also organized tea times while at games with him it was fun.

Doctor Maxwell

Also for Dystopia Rising, I was finding Birds to be to warm *his costume required full skin coverage* So I started to play this strapping man. He is technically a sentient undead. >.> but also a MD doctor!

I have also had characters for Vampire the Masquerade and Werewolf the Apocalypse! I do not remember their names…

The old but maybe i should go back to:

Jessie

Back in the day I watched naruto…. She exists and needs a new name and stuff because let's be honest this is weeb trash. I do however still like her character design.

Other OC’s that exist but I have no real attachment to anymore:

Grimselit

A golem that is also a mime

Immeral

My former drow bard. He was a cause of a lot of anxiety so I stopped playing him. Not a fun time. Though in the time that I did play him I did learn a lot about Fake It Till You Make It. Though Immeral as a character is horrible.

No art for him

Sanya Alexieve

A pathfinder monk that i can’t even remember what he was for. He was a snake man of some kind

nadda no art

Imal

A ifrit fire dancer! He was fun to play and had a really cool tattoo