#insert gem watch out here

[majickth]

*POV you follow like a bunch of people for a bajillion different fandoms/non fandom stuff and have to scroll through the blog again whenever you see a request for requests bc "wth does this person do again??"* (Dont mind me Im tired and rambly)

Uhmm. You have the hermit hollow small town mystery thingie au right?? (Oh god I hope this is the right person lmao). If so can I have a HH!Gem plss? I don't remember seeing any drawings of her yet and I'm curious abt ur design (omg Im so biased towards this woman)

If I got the wrong person,,, idk still Gem? Whatever you wanna do honestly, maybe some Soup Group Coup cus that was a fun arc.

I am indeed the Hermit’s Hollow guy!

Gem is a park ranger. She takes pride in it, working to protect the trees. But sometimes it feels like she’s protecting the town from the trees…

[reallyromealone]

Title: fate

Fandom: jjk

Characters: Gojo, original character for plot purposes

Fic type: story

Pairings: Gojo x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, angst, soulmate, Gojo is a jerk, slow burn

Notes:

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There was no space for weakness amongst sorcerer's, no space for mistakes and no space to be anything less than perfect.

He had always heard of his fiance, Gojo Satoru... The god amongst sorcerer's...

Though he never met the Alpha, the high and mighty sorcerer never bothered meeting the diamond of the (lastname) clan and did everything he wanted and everyone he wanted while (name) was expected to wait.

The only reason they were fiance's is because of stupid blood work, the two having extreme compatibility and thus an engagement... The Alpha apparently became a teacher.

(Name) Always stood out with people, clothes traditional and expensive as students gawked at the Royal looking omega with two S rank sorcerer's beside him as security and a calm yet serious expression on his face, he was rarely called here... Hell he wasn't even allowed to attend due to being the fiance of Gojo, the Alpha barring it.

That always made (name) laugh, couldn't meet his omega even once and downright ignored him but controlled every aspect.

"You will be expected to marry within the next month, you're both 19 and twenty and after the wedding we expect pups within the first year" Gojo sat beside him, legs spread out and sitting casual as if he didn't make them wait an hour for him to arrive. (Name) Didn't know what to do with the Alpha beside him, (name) expected to wear scent patches at all times and a collar but Gojo had his scent out and proud, it was almost suffocating.

The concept of marrying such an asshole... (Name) Didn't want that.

He didn't want to live a life being this fuckers baby machine.

So, a week after... He left.

Took the jewelry gifted to him by people wanting his hand or favor, once people learned who he was it was like floodgates opened and (name) just kept the expensive jewelry in a box... Now they served a purpose.

That was one year ago, now 20 and across the country away from Tokyo and away from... Him.

(Name) Lived in a farm house on a coastal village, trading his traditional clothes for t-shirts and cardigans, simple trousers and sneakers, all things he never wore before living on his own. The two was nice, the Omega had more money than god with the jewels he sold and worked part time at the small hobby shop in town, the elderly alpha woman introducing him to many hobbies.

For the first time, (name) felt calm.

His shoulders never tensed anymore.

But he knew to never eat his guard down.

(Name) Didn't keep much tech, he didn't really use it back in Tokyo so it didn't appeal to him but he did keep a radio and a small tv in the corner, his boss giving him her old dvd player and (name) would borrow movies from the library, catching up on things he missed.

Currently he was watching a drama as he crocheted another blanket for his nest, humming softly to himself as rain patterned outside against his roof and the smell of his food cooking in the oven.

Knock knock knock.

(Name) Was confused as he stood up, walking to the door and carefully he cracked the door open just a sliver when he smelt it... Pine and peppermint. The smell of Gojo Satoru.

"You are a very hard person to find, surprisingly" Gojo said as he pushed the door open, the smell of distress and anxiety filling the small space as the sorcerer walked in "cute place, not what I would have expected from the (last name)s clans little gem" his voice condescending as he looked around at the little decorations and such.

"I'm not going back" (name) hissed as he stepped away whenever Gojo got closer "im not being some daycare for your pups while you go sleep around japan!" Gojo wore his eye mask though even with that he could feel the glare, the man was done with this.

"So you're going to play farm boy here? We both know you're not even remotely cut out for that" Gojo taunted and (name) glared at him "you know nothing about me! I know you never opened that stupid packet about me! I was expected to give everything to you but you couldn't even muster up talking to me! You treated me like I didn't exist!" (Name) Yelled angrily, all the years of anger and resentment boiling over "you don't get to want me now, I don't care if we are fated or whatever! You are a jackass!" (Name) Felt the air knocked out of him as he was pushed against a wall, the infinity making him feel like the other was pressing against him as he realized that gojos mask was no longer present, piercing blue eyes staring down at him.

"Do you think I was happy with the elders deciding that I was going to marry some prissy Omega? That suddenly I was expected to play house with someone I didn't know!" He growled and (name) wasn't backing down despite the pharamones and pressure "you didn't even try and get to know me! You didn't want me!"

"Well I'm here now, aren't I !"

" A little late, don't you think!"

"God you're annoying!"

"Back at you"

This was not the Omega Gojo remembered, the poised and refined Omega who poured tea and wore pretty clothes was replaced by an angry man in comfy clothes and a heated glare and an attitude "we are literally bound by fate and we can't even hold a conversation without arguing" Gojo found the situation weirdly funny as (name) looked at him with a mix of annoyance and disgust as the sound of his timer went off and (name) managed to get away to go take his food out the oven.

Gojo followed the other and looked at the food, it looked really good "you know how to cook?"

"I was literally trained to be the perfect house wife" (name) said bluntly as the sound of a stomach growling caught both of their attention and Gojo looked at the other and (name) sighed "I literally can't make you leave" he hissed as he grabbed another plate.

Dinner was tense as (name) ate, reading his book as he did so as Gojo took the time to inspect his surroundings "it's like an old persons house, do you even have a computer?"

"Don't know how to use one, don't need it" (name) said as he took a bite of his food and Gojo looked surprised at his words "you grew up with cast wealth, how do you not?" He didn't believe it at all as (name) set his book down "an Omega and an alpha live different lives, you were given more freedoms then myself... You got to attend school and make friends and I was raised to be the perfect mate and technology wasn't deemed important to know compared to the art of tea pouring" he said simply as he looked into the others eyes "I have spent this year learning everything i was deprived of, I lived in Tokyo yet I had never seen it outside my escape"

If it was tense before then it was suffocating now, Gojo never considered these things.

He never once considered the life his fiance was living, having always been told he was living the perfect life of luxury and frankly assumed he was some spoiled Omega.

"I would have shown you..." Gojo started, guilt bubbling in him, "oh? You would have spared me time? Between your whores?" (Name) Tilted his head curiously and Gojo felt a headache form "I hear everything you know? From my maids... They always told me I should be lucky that I'm fated to you" (name) looked away and continued eating, book abandoned beside him as the smell of fury radiated from the Omega, Gojo sighing as he took a bite of his food. The food was phenomenal, seasoned perfectly and not one thing not amazing about it but he didn't comment "we can sort these things out when we go home" Gojo said finally, they would get everything in order when they returned home.

"I am home, I have no intentions of going anywhere with you" (name) said stiffly as he stood with an empty plate.

"Well, tough" Gojo said tired as he followed the Omega around the small farm house, cozy and warm "you're my Omega and I'm tired of this"

"Was I your omega when you screwed across the land?" (Name) Glared at him, he didn't care who he was or what strength he possessed... He was tired of everyone making choices for him! "You can go back to whatever life you had before, say I died or something... I know that there's countless omegas dying for a chance to be your fiance"

"Well if you're not going with me, in not going anywhere" Gojo said simply as he walked to the small couch and plopped down "you're like a child" (name) glared, wasn't even like he could go out, the rain so heavy.

"I'm going to bed" (name) grumbled as he went to his bedroom, Gojo getting up to follow but (name) slammed the door in his face.

This was going to be annoying, Gojo could feel it.

Come morning, (name) wore a loose shirt and sweatpants as he made himself his morning drink and stared at his mug sleepily as Gojo watched from the livingroom curiously, the other rubbed his eyes sleepily as calm and sweet pharamones filled the space. Gojo realized that this was the first time he could smell the others pharamones and not smell distress.

He never smelt anything so wonderful.

(Name) Set a mug of tea, brewed perfectly "how did..." "We were both given packets about one another, you pretended I didn't exist remember?"

Gojo had a feeling (name) wasn't going to let go of that anytime soon.

Gojo followed (name) around all day, when the Omega walked down the path towards the village "you really live out in the middle of nowhere" Gojo commented as they walked along the tree lined path, (name) holding a few bags "you know in Tokyo, I could have food delivered to us right?" Gojo remarked and (name) just ignored him, at least the Alpha had the sense to wear sunglasses instead of his mask so he didn't look insane "there's barely a connection out here" the Alpha remarked, (name) knew what he was doing and it wasn't working.

The villagers looked confused as (name) had a towering alpha follow him, the omega shopping as if he wasn't even there "(name)!" A couple kids ran up to the Omega who looked down curiously "what is it little ones?" (Name) Asked softly as the youngest clung to his leg, a little pup with wide eyes and a sweet smile "play with us!" One of the kids said excitedly and (name) smiled "maybe later little ones, I have errands I have to do" (name) ushered the children towards the small park area, Gojo watching the scene curiously.

"So why did you come looking for me? I thought you would have been elated at my sudden leaving" (name) asked as they walked home, Gojo forcing the other to let him hold the bags "my alpha... It practically destroyed half the estate when it found out you left... Geto ripped me a new one"

"So you had an epiphany and came here acting like everything would be fine" (name) said with a sigh and Gojo shrugged "I mean yeah" "and what? Expect me to be like 'oh thank you alpha! You're so kind and didn't make me feel worthless and your actions didn't cause me verbal and emotional abuse from my family!' been going to therapy and the therapist says you suck" (name) was way snarkier than Gojo thought he would be, he liked that his omega wasn't weak "I spent a year being on my own and doing what makes me happy, I don't want you messing that up"

"What do you even do out here?" Gojo asked and (name) shrugged "I have a part time job and I'm an active member of the community, no stress of either of our families... Everything is good"

"What would it take for you to come back?" Gojo asked "money? I can make sure you have everything you need"

"I don't want money, I don't want that stuff... I'm not marrying someone who doesn't love me and I don't love in turn"

Gojo spent the night thinking about it, while his omega slept peacefully in the other room and pulled out his phone to text Geto... He wasn't sure what to do.

[lizdive]

hi there! platonic aventurine, jing yuan, sunday, blade, welt, dan heng, boothill, argenti and dr ratio with a teen reader who is like fischl?

Hi anon <33 I really wanted to finish this in one part because i loved this req in specific (i love fischl) but idk why I’m lacking sm motivation,,, so I decided to split this into 2 parts (hopefully) i hope you don’t mind,,, thank you so much for requesting <33 if you’re unsatisfied just tell me and i’ll redo it !! <33

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" + "royal" + "they/them" used to refer to user ,, reader is a teenager ,, user is based off of "fischl" from the game genshin impact ,, platonic relationships ,, mention of fu xuan in jing yuan’s part ,, not my best work i’m sorry ,, mention of robin in sunday’s part ,, not proofread ignore typos

⭑ When he first met you, AVENTURINE was a bit taken aback with your speech and eccentric character in general. You claim to be royalty from a far away world, and while Aventurine didn’t quite believe it at first there was a small part of him that was lowkey kind of convinced.

⭑ He was a bit concerned that someone like you was so high ranking in the IPC because he knows the IPC is probably exploiting you especially because you seem to be a bit naive, so he’ll start watching over you.

⭑ He’ll gradually get used to your persona and understand what you say. He might need a second to process if you drop a huge paragraph of dialogue on him, but with every conversation and interaction he gets faster.

⭑ Takes one to know one — AVENTURINE can tell you’re trying to cope with something that’s happened in the past via roleplaying this character you put on, and he won’t be the one to burst your bubble. In fact, he’ll try to protect it for as long as possible.

⭑ Nobody’s going to make fun of you while he’s around. If anyone tries to reality check you, he’ll lowkey gaslight them into thinking that everything you say is real. Yeah, you’re a royal. He’s also actually seen this far away land you speak of, so that person is just being an ignorant hater !!

⭑ If your character is based off of someone from a book like Fischl, AVENTURINE will find that book and read it to better understand your references and persona as a whole. Likes seeing how you get happy when he references something.

⭑ If you ever feel insecure because of your past, AVENTURINE will be there to comfort you. He’s good at picking up signs when it comes to you because he practically had your character memorized. He’ll try to distract you from your past but if you do want to open up and vent he’ll be there to listen.

⭑ Give him a role in your little world and he’ll play it scarily well. Would probably do best as a royal advisor or assistant.

⭑ Buys you literally anything and everything that could fit your aesthetic and world. Fancy gems to add to your riches because every royal needs to have riches!! Buys you clothes too that you think is fit for royalty of your world.

⭑ You practice archery next to him while he practices gun shooting and it’s nice bonding time,,

"I, [Name], [Insert desired title here], descend upon this land by the call of fate an— Oh, you are also a traveler from another world? Very well, I grant you permission to travel with me."

"They’re saying that it’s nice to meet you."

⭑ Was not in any way bothered or confused by your eccentric mannerisms. JING YUAN’s pretty used to the unique speech style due to Fu Xuan, so he understands what you’re saying or at least gets the basic idea.

⭑ Oh? You’re a royal from a far away distant land? Yes yes, how nice. But royals do need to complete their training as well, no? As a cloud knight, he’s impressed with how you easily climbed up those ranks. Praises you whenever you somehow jump up a rank quicker than the last.

⭑ He doesn’t really suspect too much of your personality and that you’re putting up a front until you slip out and go ooc which makes him do a double take mentally. When you get all flustered and a bit distressed, he’ll reassure you by acting like nothing happened.

⭑ It’s then that he really pays attention to the little story you have going on with the world you live in. If he ever forgets something important, he’ll apologize and tell you that he never meant to insult your highness.

⭑ Another one that would protect your little bubble. I don’t think anyone would really want to say something bad about a high ranking cloud knight but even if they wanted to if JING YUAN or Yanqing were to hear they wouldn’t know peace,,

⭑ He can play the role you give him should you give him, especially as a general. You tell him about someone trying to attack your kingdom and he’ll reassure you he’s got this !!

⭑ Keeps a piece of paper in his pocket that has details about your persona if it’s based off of a character from a book. Also probably has a timeline on all your 'historical' events — sometimes he scares you because it feels like he knows more about your world than you do,,

⭑ He finds your keen instincts and intuition a bit intimidating. Have you ever thought of learning a thing or two from Fu Xuan? He always trusts you whenever you feel uncertain about a plan or idea because somehow you’re almost always right in the end.

⭑ Becomes your archery mentor and will watch over you as you train. Your skills are impressive and he finds amusement in the way you pose after a full combo.

⭑ If you feel upset because of your past, JING YUAN will comfort you and tell you that you don’t have to grow up — you’re still young and deserve to enjoy what remains before you become an adult and have to face the world. He’ll always be proud and support you no matter what.

"I hear the voice of fate, speaking my name in humble supplication..."

"Hm? Care to share what fate whispers?"

⭑ The talk of an eccentric worker in the reverie hotel had easily reached SUNDAY’s ears, and wanting to see who this eccentric worker was, he decided to wander around during his free time to catch them in action.

⭑ It wasn’t hard to find you as you were a bit loud. Pushing the cart of luggage while speaking of your magical kingdom to the guests as they nod along, clearly invested and assuming you were a storyteller. Once you had brought the guests’ luggage to their room and left, SUNDAY made his way to you to talk with you in interest. You had quite the imagination and spoke in a very sophisticated manner for your age.

⭑ Wasn’t at all phased by the paragraphs upon paragraphs of dialogue you would drop on him, replying easily and holding the conversation well. He noticed you seemed happier the longer he spoke to you.

⭑ While some guests may be annoyed by your behavior, he’ll remind them — if he’s present — that penacony is the land of festivities and many different people visit. Plus, you’re young and free to be who you want to be. If you’re really get picked on though he’ll deal with them personally.

⭑ SUNDAY is scarily observant so he knows you’re playing a character. He doesn’t really acknowledge it too much or confronts you, though, since everyone in penacony is also technically playing the character they wish they were.

⭑ Because of that, SUNDAY will let you do as you please. He’ll indulge you and will play the role you wish for him to play. He’s good at acting, so he can play whatever you wish. It reminds him of when he’d play pretend when Robin when he was younger.

⭑ Has everything about your character memorized. However he knows what to say and what not to say so he doesn’t fluster you by knowing more than you. Will also cover for you if you accidentally go ooc.

⭑ Your ability to rise up in the ranks so quickly will eventually make you work directly under him at some point and when that happens trust that people will refer to you with a royal title. He may indulge you a bit too much,,,

⭑ When you open to SUNDAY about your past, he kind of just. . . Dodges the subject after that. Doesn’t mention it at all. May act like your father a bit and call you his [insert royal title here] — you never realize it’s him trying to reassure you that you needn’t worry about growing up and being mature because of the role you’ve given him.

⭑ Gets a bit worried for your safety when you practice archery, but he also appreciates the fact you can take care of yourself should you face any dangers (especially in the dreamscape.)

⭑ Takes your advice and warnings a bit seriously because of how good your intuition and keen instincts were. (He didn’t listen ONCE and he paid the price.)

"What does it take to rile a royal? ...If you must know, it is those who cannot recognize my true identity. But it is no great loss, for solitude is the noble's lot, so long as I do not lose the nobility of my soul..."

"How wise you are, your highness."

⭑ He has no idea when it happened, but one day BLADE became your 'knight' and he has yet to comment on it. Not really the best knight as he doesn’t really stay close to you on the daily however also a really good knight as he protects you during missions to the point where you don’t use a single arrow.

⭑ Can understand what you day, does not translate for other people. You’re the yapper and he’s the listener. Doesn’t reply like 95% of the time but when he does it’s really flat and monotone which you don’t mind because he’s the big scary knight !!

⭑ Gets teased by the other stellaron hunters for indulging you, but he doesn’t really care too much. He can’t leave you to die during missions, can he? You’re way too young to hold your own properly so he’s there to make sure the number of stellaron hunters doesn’t decrease (that’s his reasoning don’t ruin it pls.)

⭑ Said this in other posts: not the best at comforting so when you open up, he’s kind of just,,, there. He’s also a bit distant sometimes but after that he’ll try to put an effort into playing his role so you don’t get upset or feel like he’s ignoring you.

⭑ Nobody thinks of making fun of you or your interests because BLADE’s always standing behind you — even if you’re tall for your age it’s still very scary to have him just staring at the person with a dead look.

⭑ Doesn’t research your character like the others — he learns as he goes. He doesn’t even have the chance to mess up because he just doesn’t talk much so he can’t mess up.

⭑ Not much to say for Bladie he just goes with it,,

"Dusk and dawn but fleeting shadows are. Once more, the twists of fate have led you into my everlasting night."

"…Good morning."

[thegoldencontracts]

Hi

What do you think about Self aware!Housewardens and what are your Headcanons for them HSBSJJAJAJAHA idk I've been into ddlc recently.

FELLOW DDLC + TWST FAN SPOTTED I MUST RAMBLE

I'm going to make more specific fics with this later because who doesn't like self-aware AUs? Probably someone but that someone is not me

Ignorance is Bliss

The housewardens of Night Raven College come to a crippling realization about the truth of their world. They all handle it in different ways.

Riddle, who knows he's in a game, that everyone here is fake. What did he learn all these rules for? What was the point of his suffering? He's just a character to be watched by others for amusement's sake. Was the Queen of Hearts a mere character too? Did any of this have meaning? But then he sees you. You're real, and he's enraptured. What are the rules of your world, the real world where life isn't some story to be played? Though Riddle can't help but envy you, he really does wish to get to know you better.

Leona is hit by the revelation after his overblot. Everything he's gone through was all a part of some game. Just a way to keep players entertained. You're real. You'll never have to deal with the crippling realization that everything you say's a part of some script, that whole life's a game you'll never be able to leave. More than anything, Leona hates the fact that he knows your kindness towards him is all fake, but he still can't help but be captivated.

Azul is envious, just like Leona. He's gone through all of this just for entertainment? His overblot, his family, his world- none of it was real? And you're there, watching his suffering like it's some game for you to play, because that's really all it is. A game. He's a character in a game. But, seeing how real you are, even if your words are conveyed through the black sprite of a self-insert protagonist, how genuine your kindness is - it draws him in. He's meant to be a cold, rational individual, but perhaps he can be a bit softer with you. You won't mock him. You won't leave. And besides, if this really is some odd game, can't Azul get more of your gems with gap Moe?

Kalim is rather accepting of his circumstances. Sure, he's heartbroken to see the truth - that his whole life's a part of some gacha game meant to make some massive corporation called Disney more money, but can he really do anything about it? Besides, Kalim has always been someone who believes in making the best of the terrible hand he's been dealt. He's stayed kind in the face on constant poisoning attempts, and he's kept his heart in a world where there was no one he could trust. And in his attempts to make the best of his situation, he can't help but get closer to you. After all, you're a real person, and you don't gain anything from turning on him. You appreciate his kindness, and even if there's a fourth-wall separating the two of you, Kalim's grateful.

Vil is shaken by the revelation. This is all a game? You're just here to be entertained? But in spite of how worldview-shattering the realization that he's just a game character meant to Garner profit is, he can't help but he oddly comforted. Nothing's wrong with him. Neige 's performance was supposed to be worse than his, and the ordeal at VDC was just as unfair as he thought. Though Vil isn't exactly fine and dandy, he's not quite broken either. And, in the actual fanbase of this game he's in, people like him better than Neige? And you're one of those people? If it turns out you write fanfic or draw fanart of him, he'll be very appreciative.

Idia's shocked. His brother's death, his overblot, all the overblots, they were setups for him to be a character in some non-otome gacha game? It's weird. Idia's all too used to not being in control of his life, though. He just tries to cope in any way he can. He's definitely going to try and learn about his fandom, what type of ships and fanfic and fanart and the like are made about him. He's one of the most likely to try and ask you about the fandom. If you make fancontent for him, he's going to be especially interested. Be warned, though, he will nitpick your characterization of him so hard. At least your stats are better now, I guess?

Malleus is already an isolated individual, and now you're telling him what little connection to others he has is fake? In all honesty, he's definitely the most attached to you out of all the dorm heads. You're the only real friend he'll ever be able to have. The only real friend any of them will ever be able to have. He does find comfort in his massive fanbase, though. You're telling him all these people care for him, and because of the difference in the way time passes in game vs in reality, they won't die in a matter of what feels like seconds for him? As shaken as he is by everything, it really is a comfort.

[kurogane2512]

Kinktober 2023 day 7

Spanking, anal sex with....

Fem!reader (Chief), use of strap-on.

"Chief, let's try something new today, shall we?~" that was what Chelsea said a few minutes ago as she dragged you to her room, you were oblivious to what she had in mind. She had invited you to her mansion on a weekend night, it was your standard arrangement with her- the way for you to be her sugar baby and still hold onto your position.

After a passionate makeout session and roughly tearing away each other's clothes, Chelsea proceeded to open her cupboard in search of something. You had a brief idea of what it was, she usually kept all of those things there; and, you indeed guessed right. She took out one of the strap-ons she had made with her gems, you knew how much she liked it when you used this on her compared to regular straps.

She made you wear it and you were about to lay her down on the bed when she suddenly stopped you by keeping her finger on your chest then leaning closer, her lips ghosting your own before she pecked them and embraced you.

"You know, Chief, I'm ready to give you my everything."

"I know....but I won't take it, you know that."

"Hehe~ Still the same reply.... But, you have already taken everything of value.... my heart, my body, my first time and my love...."

She whispered while planting kisses on your neck, her breath tickling your skin making you shudder.

"....I want you to take another thing."

She released the embrace before you could reply and laid on the bed with her back facing you, standing on her hands and knees giving you a plentiful view of her rear.

"Today, do it here.... You have yet to claim this place."

She spread her buttcheeks slightly and you understood what she wanted, so this is what she meant by saying trying something new. You were surprised for a moment but firmed yourself and agreed before walking up to the bed.

"Fine, but not with this. It's your first time there, we should use some lube and a softer object."

Chelsea gazed at you wide-eyed then let out a soft smile and sat up to kiss you gently, "Always so caring.... and you expect me to not fall for you, Chief?~"

She chuckled then agreed and you opened her cupboard to take out another strap, one that was soft and more flexible along with a bottle of lube. You fastened it on your waist and climbed up behind Chelsea then poured some of the lube on the strap followed by coating your fingers with it and applying it around her hole. Chelsea breathily moaned feeling your finger circle her anus, lightly going in and out to coat the lubricant properly.

You grinned watching her, "Loosen up, Chelsea. You know I'll take care of you~"

Chelsea hummed and you inserted a second finger, attempting to push her walls out to open her up for easy penetration.

"That should be enough. Do you feel okay?"

She nodded and pushed her ass out more, "Just put it in already, Chief. I want you~"

Ah, it was bad how she was tempting you. You had to be slow and cautious, but she was certainly making it hard for you to hold back. You removed your fingers then held the strap and pointed it on her butthole, finally pushing in. She almost gasped as it went inside, feeling the pressure of penetrated for the first time. You groaned and pushed it further, the tightness of her walls making it hard for you to go in.

"Breathe, Chelsea, and relax. Are you fine? Does it hurt?"

"I-It's fine, Chief....Go on, mhm~"

You gripped her hips and shifted closer then finally hilted inside as the strap suddenly slid in too easily. Chelsea breathlessly gasped and her body fell forward, her arms unable to hold her as she felt you inside her, practically splitting her open. You waited for her to adjust and get used to it, carefully watching her every move.

"Aaah... aaah.... this is... n-not bad, Chief~"

You chuckled, "I knew you could do it, Chelsea. Good girl~"

Chelsea blushed at your praise, even her ears becoming red. She propped herself on her elbows and pushed back into you, attempting to grind. You understood her intention and finally began moving, slowly thrusting in and out by gripping her hips. Her moans were louder than usual, the hint of pain making it more pleasurable to her. You poured some more lube on the strap as you pulled out slightly, still keeping the tip inside then sheathed deeply.

Chelsea's back arched and eyes rolled to the back of her head, it was too much but she couldn't get enough of it. Your thrusts were deep and frantic but still controlled, you spread her buttcheeks apart to gaze at your cock going in and out of her and what a sight it was. A mischievous idea occurred to you all of a sudden, you caressed her soft and smooth behind then raised your right hand and lightly slapped it.

A whimpered escaped her mouth at that, caught completely off guard by your action but she was too aroused to think rationally. She wanted it more. She wanted you to praise her more and destory her guts this way. "M-More! Chief! Do it again! Aaaah!~"

You smirked and raised your hand again, another slap placed on her butt. It was ethereal, wild.... so tempting. You didn't know you'd feel this way, nor did she think you had this side in you. But neither of you were against it.

"Be a good girl and count for me, Chelsea. You can do that, right?~"

"Y-Yes! Please—Aaahn!~" another slap came before she could finish and she whimpered, "One!"

Another slap. "Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

"Five!"

It continued until you were satisfied, gazing at her reddened behind while you kept pounding her cute ass. Sweat dripped down your forehead and your hips were growing tired and slow, Chelsea had long lost all sense of reason and strength in her limbs as she helplessly laid on the bed with her face buried in the pillows. You leaned down and wrapped your arms around her to hold her close and kiss her shoulders, "Well done, Chelsea... Now cum for me~"

Your fingers moved to her clit and rubbed it in quick motions, Chelsea was seeing stars now and came undone in no time. You pulled out the cock from her ass and breathed in and out, exhausted from the thrusts yet feeling pleasured. Chelsea was fucked out of her mind, you gently turned her over and softly kissed her and she wrapped her arms around you, embracing you while kissing.

"That was amazing, Chief. We should do it again~"

"Hehe~ You are crazy, Chelsea."

"Only for you, my Chief~"

[mrs-snape5984]

“There is a light and it never goes out…”

“Take me out tonight. Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care, I don’t care, I don’t care…” (“There’s a light that never goes out” by The Smiths)

Overstimulation. Disorientation. Light sensitivity. Chronic pain. Fatigue. These are only a few of those symptoms, which are torturing me day in and day out for the past two years, already. Due to them, caused by a disease, that is called “Myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome” (ME/CFS), I’m currently forced to live a life within the strict confines of my dark and silent room, mostly enduring my daily existence in solitude.

I miss being a part of this world….and fuck, I miss being a part of other people’s lives! Living like this makes me feel like an old piece of furniture, which has been stored away in a hidden chamber…not worthy enough to be used or seen by anyone, and yet still not bad enough to be discarded.

Some months ago, two wonderful people started taking me out to see their worlds by sending me pictures and videos of the places, they’re heading to. Thanks to them, I’m allowed to get a glimpse of places, I’ve always dreamed of being able to explore them on my own.

Furthermore, something else became apparent whenever one of these precious gems of human nature took me with them: I wasn’t just carried around in their phones, but they carried me in their hearts. This realisation blew my mind! It’s not only me, who’s clinging to them as if they’re my lifelines…no, this little German mess, that I am, became important to these people, too! Words can’t express how grateful I am for our connections…and that I was also lucky enough to find true love in this bond (I love you, R. 🖤).

One of those amazing people is my beloved sister in Christ @vulnus-sanare, who will soon come to visit me in my small world. Finally, I’ll be the one, who can show her the beauty of the tiniest things in my environment…always surrounded by the securing gloominess of the nights. Magda, my heart, I’m going to introduce you to the stars above my town, to the soothing sounds of the Moselle River right next to my house and I hope, we will manage to experience the mesmerising dance of the bats in the vineyards, if we take my wheelchair with us. I can’t wait to have you here and pull you into the tightest of all embraces, sweetie!

I’ve commissioned my dear friend @snake-queen7 to create this breathtaking piece of art of Severus and my undeniably self-inserted OC Jules on a nocturnal walk through the vineyards behind my house. Before I caught ME/CFS, I used to enjoy these nightly strolls in order to watch the bats with my children, so I sent her a photo of the exact spot, I want to share with Magda. Since it was Severus and Snapedom, which brought us together, it’s only fair to bring our beloved dungeon bat to this special place as well.

My friend, I’m more than happy with the outcome of your artwork and it’s a pleasure to share it with all those lovely people of our Snapedom. Please take my apologies for taking so long to write this post, but I wanted to honour your work the way, it deserves to be honoured. For this reason, I had to wait patiently for a moment, when my brain wouldn’t refuse me to do its job (brain fog is such a pain in the ass!). Thank you for everything, Natalia! 🥹

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[dreamwreaver]

@tacsorium I decided to answer in a post because it's too long for a reply.

To answer your question; some of the intrigue might be based on earlier drafts where Charlie was going to have crushes on men (including al) but end the series with a girlfriend. But also, Charlie and Alastor are dark reflections of one another so their dynamic is inherently going to be something that's interesting to watch. I can't say for certain what route they want alastor's potential manipulation to take; however they have already shown us inserting himself as a wedge between Charlie and those who have the potential to be closest to her, namely her father and vaggie. And, romantic or not, Charlie is being set up to be alastor's "person" his exception to all his personal rules. We know he doesn't like being touched without consent and yet he allows Charlie to do as she pleases with him.

As for chaggie, no, I don't feel like they felt like a couple personally. But my issues with that is solely how little vaggie feels like a complete character outside of Charlie that affects my perception of that dynamic. I'm not opposed to them being a couple, but I am annoyed I don't feel as invested as I should. Their relationship is supposed to be a core element and instead it's just... kind of there. And in a show where there's tons of diversity in sexual and orientation it feels like chaggie's relationship should hold more importance.

Lumity is probably not as apt a comparison since we did get to see it develop over two seasons before they actually got together. Did they have episodes where they went on dates? No, did the plot often get in the way of them being happy? Yes. But at the same time it felt like Luz's romantic connection with amity added more stakes instead of none. Falling for a witch was thematic too since it was part of what sent belos himself over the deep end. And here the villain sees what he deems "another poor human" falling for the same trap that took his brother from him. But Luz also doesn't love amity just because she's a witch, we saw at the time that luz and amity originally didn't get along.

One other ship that seems to be more in line which chaggie is Pearl and rose from Steven universe. Right down to the "do it for her" song "whatever it takes". The problem is that Pearl and rose did have thousands of years together, and even still the betrayal of rose deciding to be with Greg and have Steven cut her to the bone. But Pearl was made for Rose, in a very literal sense. Vaggie it feels to some extent would have fallen for the first person to show her kindness in that vulnerable state and it so happened to be Charlie, there's a sense of indebtedness in both situations. The reason it works for Pearl and rose is that part of pearl's journey in steven universe is learning how to be her own gem, her own person, both in and out her romantic relationships.

Vaggie... doesn't get any of that. And fine, whatever, it's not my show. I don't know what Viv has planned next. But I do feel that we can all agree that if they were going to bother to give vaggie her angel wings back (a topic that's a whole other rant) they could have at least paid it off by having Charlie be rescued by her angelic girlfriend instead of Lucifer ex machina once again. Punching Adam in the face was fine, funny even, but love interest rescuing the falling party is like visual story beat basics.

In short, I don't hate chaggie. I just wish the show had given me more to like. Charlastor fills a trope I like of heroine/villain. It's the trope of "I can fix him/I can make her worse". And as an asexual, it's the chance to explore a character who thinks he's above silly things like attraction of any kind to be walloped by feelings and suffer. I really just want to make Alastor suffer is what it comes down to.

Hope this answers any questions you had for me!

[marchsfreakshow]

Princesses Over Princes {Dandy Mott}

Fluff. Little bit of teasing smut. Cover made by me

Fem!Reader

It's your first Christmas with the Mott family after Dandy 'convinced' you to move in. It's officially time to go present shopping, and Dandy almost buys the whole store.

Slightly self-inserted so consider reader autistic, just for now.

I miss writing for my murderous baby boy, so here's a holiday fic to keep y'all going. :)

No one's perspective.

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Windows had condensation on them because of how cold it was outside. Lights were twinkling around, and Dora made something warm in the kitchen. It smelled like leeks, so you guessed it was some type of soup. You were a bit sick. But, not sick enough to convince Dandy that you couldn't go out today. For Dandy, it had to be a broken leg, and maybe fully paralysed for you to not be able to go out.

Every single time you heard, "Y/N! We're going out." You dramatised fainting and laid like an 1800s lady who needed air on his bed. A grin and a giggle always gave it away, and Dandy stood there unimpressed every time. "Come on! I want to! You need to come with me! You need to! You need to!"

"Big baby." You muttered as you got up.

"What?!"

"you're. A. Big. Baby!" Dandy stood there, slightly gobsmacked, and watched you walk out of his door, a slight skip in your step. Despite being called a baby, he followed you anyway.

A baby? No. Dandy was your lovesick puppy. He'd follow you to the ends of the earth and buy you a company if it made you happy. He was wrapped around your finger like a tight glove. Your comfortability over anything. If you went to the freakshow to see your friend, Amazon Eve, Dandy would make sure you had front-row tickets and brought a pillow to make sure you were comfortable in the creaky, woody chairs. The way he looked at you, it was a look that could melt anything. His eyes were firmly on you. He was so happy he bumped into you with his mother on a walk.

You were sitting in the kitchen, having some of the soup that Dora made when Dandy finally decided to come into the kitchen. Even though he followed you out of the playroom. "Dandy, come eat something!" You smiled, gesturing to the small portion of toast that was available on the table.

"I'm not hungry."

"Dandy-" Dora started,

"Dandy eat something or I'll lock myself in one of the empty rooms and not talk to you until the new year."

Instinctively, Dandy sat down and almost scarfed down toast with nothing on it. He then sat impatiently as you finished your soup, albeit a bit more slowly, and less messily. You were almost elegant and looked like a princess in your baby blue dress that poofed out and rested just below your knee. All Dandy thought you needed now was a tiara, and a ring. Both have a gem-like sapphire in them to match the colour scheme. Staring at you was a full-time job for him. The only one he would like. "Are you almost done?"

"Almost." You giggled, feeling Dandy gently grip your thigh under the table. There was an impatience to his words, and you could feel a tantrum coming on if you didn't hurry up and finish. Thankfully, Dora took your bowl from you as soon as you placed your spoon down. She could also feel the impatience and wanted you to go so she would be away from Dandy for an hour or so. Your eyes met with hers, a silent thank you along with a smile. The small bowl was taken from you, and Dandy grabbed your arm, dragging you to stand up. The childish happiness within his run made you smile, and follow him quickly. He practically threw you in the car once you put a coat on, and started the car just as quickly.

"Love? Where exactly are we going?" You asked once you were on the road. Your boyfriend had calmed down now and was driving carefully. To him, you were precious, a statue or an angel that couldn't be damaged. That one piece of art that you own and wouldn't let anyone else touch it. That's what you were to Dandy, art. Everything about you was art. Your interests were included.

"Store."

"Well, I figured that." You chuckled as the car's hum ran behind you quietly. "But what store are we going to prince?"

A blush rose on your boyfriend's cheeks. His infatuation with you only increased when you called him a nickname. Prince was his favourite. You were his princess, deserving of everything. "Whatever store you want. What do you want right now?"

Silence was the answer until you sheepishly answered, "A new stuffed bear. Not a proper one! Just, a stuffed animal. A brown bear, I like those ones."

"Stuffed animals. Toy shop then. Childish.." He muttered the last part, but you heard it anyway. The roads merged as you were nearing the biggest toy store in town. The biggest was a dull, old toy store in between a book store and a café. It was a greying red and the blandest beige you've ever laid your eyes on. The owner was a sweet older man, but you hoped one day, someone would repair the outside, give it a paint job and make it lived in again as it was when you were a child.

The car screeched to a quick halt and scared you almost half to death due to the suddenness of it. "We're here." He mentioned flatly. It confused you, but you undid your buckle and opened the door for yourself. Just as quickly as you opened the door, a hand appeared in your view. You took the hand, and stepped out of the car, immediately walking around to the pavement. The store was in front of your eyes, children rushing around to grab whatever they wanted.

"I do hope that there's something I want left in stock." You sighed. Before you walked in, you adjusted yourself despite no one in the shop caring much about your appearance.

"We'll find something. You need something for Christmas."

"You do too. I do have most of your presents already though." You smiled. Striding into the shop, Dandy and you were suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of children's yelling and noises they made in general. There was a quiet corner in the corner of the shop, in which the shelves held different teddy bears. "Teddies." You mumbled, walking towards them like a soul heading towards purgatory.

Dandy followed but ran instead. He grabbed a random one and held it out towards you. It was a light beige and looked like a typical teddy. "Um, I don't know." All that kept coming out of your mouth was mutters. Small and messy kids were running around you as the other adults apologized. He could tell you were getting more agitated and uncomfortable but attempted to refrain from yelling.

That lasted about 4 minutes.

You were sitting in the storage room with the shopkeeper's permission, hands over your ears and your eyes were almost glued shut. It pissed Dandy off to no end and you heard, "GO AWAY! EVERYONE!!" Everyone stopped in their tracks and put their things down, not including the bought things, and slowly backed out. Silence filled the shop.

"Dandy. You, my...my customers!" The shopkeeper thought out loud.

"I don't care!! Y/N needs space! They need time!! Everyone was annoying her!!" You took this as a sign to walk out of the storage and Dandy immediately hugged you, kissing your head gently. "You have all the time now."

"Thank you, Dandy." A smile replaced the scared frown you wore on your face. The teddies were still lined up on the shelves, but some were on the floor. You picked the floor teddies up, and Dandy took them from you, going to place them on the till. Every single one you looked at was placed by the shopkeeper.

The small black ones, the beige, brown, white bears. The dusty pinks and blues. The ones with a small card tied to their paws, the bears who looked brown, big and dusty. The old ones who never got a chance to be loved.

Every. Single. One.

"Oh, my love don't worry. I don't-"

"No." Dandy cut you off quick. "You deserve the best. Especially after the annoying brats filled up this place." A sigh escaped you, and you placed your least favourite stuffed animals back on the aged wood.

What was left was 3 teddy bears, a puppet you liked the look of and a small robot. The teddies were the small black one that caught your eye immediately, one of the medium-sized dusty pink ones, and the aged, dark brown, squeezable bear. They captured your heart, along with the other two items. The puppet, and the robot. These 'robots of the future!' interested you dearly. Would talking pictures and robotics be the future? Either way, Dandy was happy you made your choice, and you could go home.

"Is this all you're purchasing today?" The shopkeeper asked. He was a kindle and gentle soul, who had manned the store since Dandy and you were children. He knew you well and saw a romance happen before his eyes when talking to you and Dandy.

Before you could answer, however, Dandy nodded and brought his wallet out. "$100."

"Really? $100. Wow, that's a good price!" You chuckled, gazing at your new and known presents.

"$100 is really cheap," Dandy muttered, paying the shopkeeper swiftly. The items were placed into two bags, and immediately getting scooped up by your childish boyfriend. "Okay, let's go."

You waved goodbye to the shopkeeper and headed outside, the car still in front of the dinky shop door. Dandy almost rushed again, placing the bags in the back of his car and resisting the urge to make you quicken your pace. He wanted to get home. Quick. You were a bit stressed still. He could tell and knew being back at home would make you feel better. Well, your new home. You suddenly got moved into Dandy's mansion at some point in time at the start of your relationship, and it still took you a few months to get used to.

As soon as you were buckled in the passenger's seat, it didn't take more than a second for Dandy to be racing back home. It was like there was a time limit to getting back, and he had to make it back within that limit. The roads were blurred, and you gripped onto Dandy's arm with your left hand, the other held onto your own seatbelt. Whatever race Dandy was having in his head, clearly his car was winning.

The car pulled up to the house in no time. Dandy looked completely fine, with no scratch, but you felt worse. Your stomach felt like it was flipped, your heart was racing and your hair certainly fell out of whatever shape you styled it in that morning. The laboured breathing you were doing concerned Dandy. "Are you okay?"

"yeah. Fine. Just, a bit too fast."

"Okay." A monotone voice came out of the man, and he got out, giving you about 5 seconds before he came around to your side and picked you up, along with the bags of course. "I'm taking you into bed."

You felt like a princess and just stared in awe at Dandy. This childish, but strong man was carrying you into the house, and all the way up to his playroom. It was his favourite room, and where you had your bed. Nothing but the best sheets for you. "Thank you, my prince." You giggled, as Dandy was now sitting by your side.

"You're welcome. you're my princess, and need the best, not whatever common people own."

"Would you kill someone for your princess?" You teased, biting your lip slightly. Pretending to love murder and blood made Dandy even more happy. It thrilled him to know that you were 'just as bloodthirsty as him' according to Amazon Eve.

"I'd murder anyone and everyone if it made you happy." He gripped onto your waist and you looked up at him again. Almost showing innocence in your eyes. He was all yours to ruin with blood, gore, anything. His innocent doll.

Just to make sure he didn't add on to his words, you kissed him and you held onto eachother tightly. The kiss was filled with nothing but lust. The rest of the day was heavy touching, breathing. Deep and heavy kisses. You and Dandy were wrapped around eachother's fingers, tight. "I love you my prince."

"I love you princess."

Tags; @slvt4jamesmarch @babygorewhore @taintandviolent @tatelangdonsweater

[pigtailedgirl]

Star Trek Prodigy; For The Love OF WATCH THIS

Speed to the finish.

Gotta find a way to get the missing ten like Janeway hunts Chakotay lol.

What a fantastic little series. So full of heart and just makes me Trek happy. It had me spending an hour after nostalgia scrolling.

It did so much perfectly. Fun and cute new characters. Pretty new starships. Pretty new places.

While honoring the old. Continuing the old. Starfleet, the people in and the concept, felt like it mattered again. Like these kids were learning from all the oldies and callbacks and being a part of. So imparting their interest and youth and joy and want for better as well. It made a timeloop of temporal awesome.

Because that's the heart. This series nailed seeing that passion in Trek of want to have good. Whether it for your ship (HELLO JANEWAY x CHAKOTAY) or characters or ship ships.

Like, the Protostar finale as she flew off to her beginning end was gorgeous. Her and Voyager A were tag team awesome.

I loved Wesley. I loved the new Vulcan. Janeway's crew. Heartbroken about Chakotay's. Laughing myself sick at the perfection that the whales of Star Trek once again save the day.

Rok Tahk is my gem favorite character. She's so everything best. Her science love. Her uncertainty mixed with try. Her enthusiasm.

They are all fantastic characterization though.

Was very very moved by all the newbies arcs. Zero's body episode especially felt very Trek in message and world outreach.

Was so proud of Gwyn helping her home. Of Del trying as captain. I'm shocked he gave up for number one actually. But what a great contrast to the other command couple.

Minor minor nitpicks would be that it had to tie in to Picard. Keep everything Wesley, and jetson that please. I don't like the insert that Starfleet is working hard at sucking in the background. That it's gonna be bad times tacked on my hope and happy and explore end.

Also I shook Janeway was gonna retire. I can see Starfleet command protocols and being governed by or over for her not aligning with her wants after this. *Coughs finally getting cozy with Chakotay hell with regs. being a hold back. *Coughs her wanting to aid the kids. *Coughs her passionate belief in principles of connection against the meh of Starfleet future hints. But she is not the stay at home of the pair ok. And not a gardener. Even if you want to call it back to growing tomatoes Resolutions style, she was Admiral/starship Cap perfection in command this season. Retire and do leadership adventures Janeway. You and Chakotay and Janeway Jr. (hologal) as a triple team would be a kick.

I really wish I could kick someone in the Paramount offices. That this could get a third season or be felt in the flagship. This should be what other new Trek should take notes to mimic. To include. I say it again: Hope.

Another season of this world would bring so much potential. Of the kids out there making contact and exploring as Starfleet. Learning the rules and structures as bad and goods. Of choosing your role be it number one, captain, science, med. Heart or head. Or other species and worlds as contrast. Other options. How that would all again tie into the old foundations. Seeking out boldly. The little Trek jingle in the theme my jam, cause the noticed.

And maybe finally addressing in a good way holograms sentience and relations as we have two of our best now to tie that loose Starfleet unexplored area in a good plot. Or more of the OG bosses, you know, whales in Starfleet. (LOVE THIS SHOW. The writers know. I mean c'mon, they solved Tribbles versus Klingons here. This is god tier Trek.)

To the stars Prodigy. Let's go!

[arc852]

27. Key

Definition: a small piece of shaped metal which is inserted into a lock and turned to open or close it.

Summary: Skizz gets locked out and so Gem comes to help him.

G/t: Skizz is normal-sized, Gem is a borrower

Word Count: 786

AO3 Link

This takes place in the same universe as Grit and Foggy! I hope you guys enjoy!

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 “Dang it!”

 Gem jumped, startled by the sudden muffled exclamation. She was currently on the kitchen counter, seeing if there was anything good for her to borrow. She knew that, ever since she revealed herself to Impulse and Skizz, there really was no reason for her or Grian to borrow anymore. But sometimes it was nice to just do what felt familiar.

 Gem looked over toward the front door, the source of where the voice had come from. It was clearly Skizz’s voice but it was weird he hadn’t come inside yet. The doorknob jiggled, but otherwise remained closed. 

 Her interest piqued, Gem found her way back into the walls and towards the entrance into the outside. They hardly ever used this, since outside was dangerous and not really worth it but it was good to have an outside exit just in case. 

 Gem found herself near the front door on the ground and looked up to see that it was indeed Skizz standing there. He looked frustrated which sent a brief shiver down Gem’s spine. But she ignored it. Skizz was not mad at her and even if he was, he would never hurt her. She had learned this over the past few weeks of knowing both him and Impulse.

 “Skizz?” She called out to him. “What are you doing?” Skizz jumped and his eyes immediately looked down and widened when he saw Gem.

 “Gemstone? I could ask you the same thing.” Skizz said with a chuckle, kneeling down so he wasn’t so far above her.

 “Just thought it was weird you hadn’t gone inside yet.” Gem said with a shrug.

 “Yeah, turns out I forgot my keys this morning. And since Impulse locked the door on his way out, I got no way to get in.” Skizz sighed and then looked at his watch. “And Impulse doesn’t get home for another two hours. Which means I’m stuck out here.”

 Gem hummed, looking up at the lock on the door. Maybe Skizz wasn’t as stuck as he thought. “Actually, I think I can help!” Gem exclaimed with a grin. Skizz blinked, tilting his head.

 “Oh?” Skizz asked and Gem nodded.

 “Yep. Here, pick me up and I’ll show you.” Gem said.

 Skizz froze at her suggestion. Had he heard her right? “You want me to…pick you up? Are you sure?”

 “I…oh.” Gem paused, realizing what she had just asked Skizz to do. At this point in time, Gem still hadn’t been picked up or held at all, by either Impulse or Skizz. Gem was usually very adamant that she didn’t need the help, preferring to climb and get places her own way. The fact that she had asked Skizz to pick her up without even thinking about it was weird.

 Well…maybe not so weird. She did trust him after all. Though she was nervous about being held, Grian had done it and was fine. Of course he was. And the more Gem thought about it, the more okay she was with Skizz picking her up. Besides, if she wanted to help him, she needed a way up there.

 “I’m sure.” Gem said after a moment, not a hint of hesitation in her tone. 

[lavenderr-starrs]

I’m sorry to my mutuals who are watching me like disappear for a week or a month and then reappear reblog stuff and post stuff from fandoms you’ve probably don’t even know about (A lot shit on my plate that’s been burning me out lmao! I’m fine though just been busy dw!! It’s nothing bad I promise even though it probably sounds like smth bad XD)

but I’m gonna make this post before I literally lose my marbles

It’s about twisted wonderland and Madoka magica so strap in fellas this is gonna be hella targeted to probably me and me alone and maybe like one other person

Anyways HEAVY AND I MEAN HEAVY SPOILERS FOR BOTH FRANCHISES and A REALLY LONG RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT LMAO

So don’t click keep reading if you havent finished or started either (ESPECIALLY MADOKA MAGICA, Trust me the show and movies are so good walking into blind I’d kill a man to watch it blindly again) also warning for potentially shit grammar incoming lol

First things first-

HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN SOMEONE NOTICE THE SIMILARITY BETWEEN OVERBLOTS AND WITCHES?

The similarities is the over-use of magic and negative energy polluting the energy source they use to performing these magical abilities turning them into abominations that go on a rampage and effecting the lives of those around them.

The difference though is that for witches, it’s specifically middle school girls who become witches and them becoming witches have the chances of causing world ending atrocities- and in the world of puella magi most Natural disasters are due to the fact a witch is the cause of those disasters and only incubators and other unsuspecting naive magical girl know of

Whereas in twisted wonderland *So far* we’ve only seen Teen high school boys overblot and that didn’t(Besides chapter 6 and 7) have any world ending consequences in my opinion

Says alot huh? XD

Anyways that’s a point I wanna get to another time

You know what I’d love to see? a reader-insert or just a yuu from puella magi in the world of twisted wonderland!

Now this is when I start getting real self-indulgent with this XD but I wanna see like a Homura!Yuu! :)

basically a reader-insert who takes the role of Homura Akemi, right?

And the entirety of the first anime happens and Madoka goes from a 14 year old girl who made a wish to save a cat from dying by unknowingly trading her soul to become a magical girl as an energy source to a higher being

to end up becoming an omnipotent concept that saves magical girls when their gems over pollute and are about to become witches

But instead of the Rebellion Arc happening and Homura!Yuu becoming a witch and demon and all that pizazz! let’s say they “try” to keep going and just Bans themselves from going back in time again and trying to go forward for Madokamis sake and deals with those weird wraith things in the new universe

and maybe a little cherry on top they try to learn and expand the magic abilities Yuus other magical girl friends had.

Later on we move to let’s say, 17 Year old Homura!Yuu, and guess what? You’ve been isekaid bestie have fun!

During the prologue introduction, when Homura!Yuu wakes up into the coffin grim doesn’t get a moment to even open the coffin as you just kick it open ready to transform believing this is some form of a witches labyrinth and are ready to jump into a bunch of conclusions

Now, in comes a poor unsuspecting Grimm

And the first thing Homura!Yuu does upon notice of him? The same thing Homura did to Bebe in rebellion-

just one Quick grasp onto his neck and just instantly slamming him into the nearest wall before he could even say a word. Questions being shot left and right over this potential Witch-like being or a being that seems to be similar combination of a witches Familiar+ Kyubey. A thought you do not like the sound of.

Grim is quite fairly, terrified out of his mind (I’m sorry my son) But! Lucky for him in comes the headmaster to witness this display of aggression! And school hasn’t even begun yet! The nerve!

Now this can go from here in Multiple ways, but for now, how id see it going is Crowley using his whip to tie up Homura!Yuu and just yoinks up a scared grim similar to what Mami did in rebellion

you’re only reaction to this is “Ah shit, here we go again.”

Now I can see Crowley ends up kicking Grim away still since you’ll obviously deny any association with him and just questions Crowley like there’s no tomorrow and just like in canon those questions fall on deaf ears! Lol

Crowley believes that coming to night raven college has frazzled your young hormonal teenage mind into acting so aggressive and since he’s such a kind and generous headmaster does not hold you accountable for it, isn’t he so wonderful c:

Homura!Yuu ends up quietly playing along to whatever the hell is going on to get a better and proper assessment on the situation you’ve been put in. So everything continues on as normal while the students of NRC give you a strange look until it’s finally your turn to approach the mirror.

How I’d see the mirror react to a Homura!Yuu is once you give it your name, I feel like he’d go “their soul is..Missing?..” Because as you know your soul has been turned into your soul gem and the mirror has no knowledge of this so you’re not gonna be assigned any dorm, sorry not sorry c:

This, understandable, freaks everybody out.

This is when Canon plays out a usual in the story for the prologue with the headmaster taking you to Ramshackle and you’re Re-encounter with Grim.

When you do encounter grim again you transform again and start to chase after him to continue where you left off back in the mirror chamber. This leads to Homura!Yuu discovering grim to be innocent in your arrival here and just simply… wants to be able to grow stronger.. hmm why do you feel like you’ve heard that before

Upon Grim proving his innocence and quite frankly become official scared of Homura!Yuu in comes the ghosts to scare him some more! They watch you chase him down and wanted to join in on the fun.

Mind you, you aka Homura!Yuu are still on guard and still transformed so you obviously attack the ghost with grim ending believing you attacked them for his protection! You didn’t, but if it makes up for scaring the piss outta him sure 👍 well go with that.

Now we continue with canon from here with Crowley calling you a beast tamer and hiring you as a janitor yadda yadda, but Grim ends up referring to you as his Bodyguard instead of henchman in this one! Which if Homura!Yuu was going to be honest, Grim was 1,000 percent a bigger improvement then kyubey.

I totally wanna make a side writing blog and make more stuff like this if it gathers the attention of others lol, I already have it made I just need to edit it along with my other side account where I used to post art until I took them down due to tumblrs Ai update lol

Once I’m done fixing up those two I’ll make a master post with the users of all three of my blogs and my ao3 too lol

Anyways thanks for reading my weird ass ramble :) I have so many ideas I wanna talk about for this and so many story scenarios that probably no one’s gonna be interested in XDD

[causticjuice]

Kinktober Day 17 — Fisting

Copia x (mostly) gn!reader

Sorry for the late post, I could've theoretically uploaded it on time but I wasn't feeling it I guess.

Notes: I’m not sure what happened here. I saw ‘fisting’ on the Kinktober list, went “Hm. Sure.” and this thing fell out of me (I know very little about actual fisting lol sorry). Reader is called ‘Master’ by Copia, I think I would still classify that as gender neutral but I guess it's debatable, definitely leans masculine. Copia could be as Papa or Cardinal here, it's not specified.

Tags: smut (18+ MDNI), impact play (implied), bondage, degradation, anal fingering and fisting, sub Copia

Word count: 1.1k

ao3

“You’re doing so well,” you rub your thumb over the wet black streams running down Copia’s face, “I think it’s about time to take out the gag. I miss hearing you beg.”

You reach behind his head to undo the clasp and let the item fall onto his red-streaked, abused thighs. A long string of slobber follows it down, easily sliding over his already coated chin. His forearms are bound together with crimson rope behind his back, the forced position curving his upper body into an irresistible arch. He’s sitting on his heels and looking up at you with adoration and respect, awaiting your next move.

“Is my little slut ready to have his hole stretched now?”

“Yes, Master, please.”

You guide his body forward, his hips propped up by the pillow you placed in front of him. The side of his face is pressed to the cold floor and the new sensation sends a shiver down his spine. You slide your hands over his round ass, applying more pressure as you go. From between his cheeks you see the glimmer of a red gem and spread him to take a closer look.

“This is new. Did you get it for me?” you ask while pressing a thumb down on the object.

“Ah- yes, to match the, uh, rope,” he explains, trying to keep his composure.

“Good. You know I like you in red.”

You take the butt plug between your fingers and start to pull on it slowly, allowing Copia to adjust to the change. Once it’s out, you replace it with the thumb of your other hand, only down to the first knuckle, while you put the toy away. You wiggle the digit inside of him and he squirms in response.

“Ah, ah, be good now. You won’t get what you want if you don’t wait,” you chide.

“S- sorry, Master.”

You remove your hand from his body to focus on meticulously covering your hand in a generous amount of lube. As you take your time, you watch him do his best to resist making any noises or movements, to be as patient as he can be. When you’re ready, you stay still for just a little longer and admire his form, bent over and eager for you. You place a hand on his lower back to signal your return and then use it to spread him open.

“I’m going to put my finger in your ass now, is that okay?”

“Sì- yes, please!” he whines.

You rub the pad on your finger over his rim a few times before pushing in. Once it’s all the way in, you begin to slowly slide it in and out, deliberately avoiding his most sensitive area.

“More,” he whimpers.

“What?” you ask with a characteristic melody to your voice that alerts him to change his tone.

“I- sorry, could you please add a finger, Master?” he corrects himself.

“That’s better,” you reply and grant his request.

When the second finger is inserted, you pick up your pace slightly and curl to stimulate his prostate. His quiet moans egg you on to tease him further.

“Are you ready for another finger already, whore? So loose, that took no time at all.”

“Oh- sì! I’m ready!” he moans and rocks back into you.

You put a third finger inside and spend a while working him open, getting him prepared for the main event. He’s meeting every thrust of your hand with an opposite one of his hips, fucking himself on your fingers and humping the pillow with his cock. The noises he’s making are obscene, almost enough to break your own composure, to tell him how fucking hot he looks right now, how much he turns you on, how you wish you could fuck him senseless. But you keep your unaffected, stern façade and continue the scene.

“Is it time for the dirty slut to take my whole fist?”

“Sì! Sì, ti prego, please, Master! Yes!” he pleads in a high pitched, wrecked voice.

“Since you asked so nicely…”

You apply a little bit more lube for good measure and slip a fourth finger in his hole. You inch deeper into him, stopping just before your knuckles and lean over to look at his face. He looks completely blissed out, eyes rolled to the back of his head and mouth gaping with a pool of drool gathering under it. When he notices your stillness, he focuses his attention on your face and the look of pure trust and devotion on his face almost makes you melt. You push in down to your wrist, ripping a filthy scream from him.

“How does it feel?”

It takes Copia a while to respond, the feeling of your whole hand inside him apparently wiping his mind clean. You wait patiently and the moment you were about to repeat your question, he pipes up.

“Good! So good, Master! So full- please, don’t stop!”

You move your hand deeper with a twist, letting your knuckles run over his prostate and he nearly gets away from your grasp on his hip with how he jerks at the stimulation. You begin to rock his body back and forth to help relieve the tension in his cock, considering that he is too blissed out to do so himself. Once he catches on to the rhythm and starts to move on his own, you turn your attention back to your fist in his hole. You rotate and thrust your hand in ways that make him whine and plead so loudly that anyone walking by the door could hear, despite the soundproofing.

His ruts get sloppy and uncoordinated as he gets closer to his limit, so you reach your free hand to his restrained one in silent praise and to give him a physical and emotional anchor. As his orgasm rushes through his body, his cum smears between the pillow and his stomach and you gradually slow your hand until he can take no more. You coo praises at him while pulling out of him bit by bit, keeping your fingers wrapped around his wrist.

“You did so, so good. Took it all so well. My good, obedient boy, there you go.”

You take apart the knots on his forearms and help him up to go over to the couch where you prepared a blanket for him ahead of time. When you’re done cleaning him up, you wrap him in it and stroke his messy hair as he rests his head on your thighs.

“Grazie,” he says in a breathy, raspy voice, destroyed by the earlier moans and screams.

“Of course. Now go to sleep for a bit, hm? I’ll be here when you wake up,” you whisper into his ear.

He hums, his breath already slowing as he drifts off.

[penguinmaster9999]

Allright, it's about time I made one of these, huh?

howdy! I'm penguin, the mod of this blog. I got quite a few characters on this blog, but feel free to start any RPs you want with me. Just no sexual acts with my OCs, that's my only line.

speaking of, let's meet the crew!

CURRENT CHARACTERS:

Traveller

Traveller, or T, is my main OC I do RP with. he's a 5'4" man with a backpack, and severe trauma. he's 17, and he was originally a self insert! hes far from that nowadays, but there's still remnants of that! he can also shapeshift now.

Glitch

Glitch is Ts right hand man. he's not physical, hes a glitchy parasite made of black square particles. his outline is the same as Ts, since he doesn't really have a true form.

Hatred

Hatred is a pure manifestation of, you guessed it, Ts hatred. he's grown close to his host, and works with him during more dangerous bounties.

Sam

Sam is a newly dead 8 year old, which shapeshifting powers he can't quite control. feel free to send him some new friends to meet!

Neil

Neil is just an average teenager who arrived in hell. watch as his journey unfolds!

Penguin

literally just me.

Mod Penguin

The one pulling the strings. I overlook my kingdom with glee at how much you care about my toys. it's a pleasure to be your storyteller.

PEOPLE I RP WITH: (Go check em out!)

big bro asmodeus: @featheryhoe

Jewel: @blue-gem-overlord

Charlie, who desperately needs therapy: @charlie-morningstar666

big bro lucifer: @king--of--ducks

the children (noxie is my fav): @velaz-kids

Leo, protector of noxie: @leo-velaz

Aspen, who needs a break desperately: @aspenvelaz

good friend and first man: @theoriginaldickmaster

Big Sis Lute: @lute-head-exterminator

Ts girlfriend, astro! @astro-raven-power

Big sister holly: @holly-the-fallen-angel

Big Brother Vexter (grumpy old man): @vexter-the-comedian

MJ! @headlessdeaddancer

Here's some people I don't RP with, but are still really cool!

The Archangel Crew! @ask-the-archs

(if you don't want to be on this list, or aren't and want to be, just shoot me a DM! or an ask. Just find A way to grab my attention.)

YouTube

Twitch

Discord

[hexagonalhavoc]

Anything about a Lonely Wizard x winged reader that loves to fling him around in the sky? They kind of treat him like a dog with a chew toy, but if the dog was gentler, and had no teeth-

Play around with it if you want, maybe Reader is a bit silly. Maybe Reader is a bit goofy. Maybe all he is to them IS a chew toy 😈

Prized Possession

Lonely Wizard x Inhuman Reader 

[Author’s Note: I love this idea! This can be seen as either platonic or romantic. I also tried not to be too descriptive so you guys can have fun imagining what reader looks like but to me they’re a weird bird human combo like a harpy. Enjoy!]

     You belonged to no domain, underneath the command of no Scrybe. If this game is a puzzle then you’re a piece that fits no where. 

     Countless times you’ve tried to insert yourself within the game but everyone knows you’re not supposed to be here. You don’t fit Leshy’s aesthetics, you’re too alive for Grimora, too organic for P03, and too unruly for Magnificus. 

     The only one you have to call a friend is Rebecha, someone who understands the feeling of not belonging. But she’s too busy repairing bridges to hang out with you.

     And so you spend most of your time on a lonely place you call home. It’s the largest antenna on top of P03’s factory. You’ve decorated the structure with all sorts of things from all of the domains, an attempt to make this feel more homely but all the riches in the world couldn’t change that you’re the only one here. 

     Today is just like any other. You’ve decided to spend your time organizing your trinkets. You gently push another red gem with your hand into a pile with all the others. The gleaming gems and gold artifacts had to be your favorite thing to collect, you’d sneak into Magnificus’s temple frequently to see if you could get your claws on something shiny. Most of your extravagant collection is filled with things that look so pretty in the sun. You just can’t help it. 

     Your grand collection is something to be proud of and yet something feels like it’s missing. Within the inside of the metal rods that forms the structure there’s an empty spot, every time you tried to fill that spot it just felt wrong. Something special deserves to be there. 

     A huff leaves your lips as you gaze at that spot. It bothers you. You sit on one of the metal beams and let yourself fall back until you’re hanging upside down by your knees. The sun is starting to fall into the scenery, painting the clouds various hues of pink and orange. It’s a beautiful sight but there’s no one to share it with. You’ve always been alone but lately it’s been bothering you more than usual.

     Something flies over you and at first you’re willing to ignore it but you can see it circling the antenna and you realize that your arch enemy is back. A growl leaves your gritted teeth as your top lip is curls up into a snarl. Your wings spread out and flap several times to use the wind to push you back up. Your enemy is still circling but you wait patiently, your hands gripping the support beams as you crouch one of the platforms. Killing is not of an interest to you but you are territorial and you do know how to hunt. A part of hunting is being patient.

     Your enemy knows that you’re watching. Both of you are waiting for the other to make a move. 

     Then it swoops down. 

     It’s a lot smaller than you and is able to skillfully weave between the bars. You reach out to grab it but it moves too fast. Even though it’s gone as quick as it came you still notice that it stole something: Your most favorite gem. 

     A sound of frustration echoes in the silence of the landscape. “You greedy magpie!”

     In a moment you’re pushing yourself off from your claimed structure. Your wings spread out, the wind ruffles your feathers and keeps you in the air. Normally you didn’t have to deal with anything bothering because you were so high up. It made you forget that you shared these skies with these pests. You’ve never eaten a magpie before but you’re so angry you just want to sink your teeth into it.

     You have a larger wingspan that you can use to propel yourself forward but the magpie is much smaller than you. Every time you reach for it the bird manages to move away in the nick of time. Its stature also helps it weave through obstacles. It flies into the Scrybe of Beasts’ domain. The trees are grouped together so tightly that when you try to squeeze between two trees like you saw the magpie do, you slammed your wing against the tree. 

     A scream of both pain and frustration echoes throughout the scenic landscape. You fall to your knees, sitting there in the dirt for a moment before you start to angrily beat your fist against it. 

     “You haven’t won!” You scream out to the magpie who’s probably cozy in its next of treasures it has stolelen from you. 

     After your little outburst of anger you turn your head to look at your damaged wing. You flap your wings a few times to gauge how bad the injury is. It doesn’t look like anything is broken and you still have your full range of movement but it hurts like hell. If you want to fly painlessly you’ll have to stay low to ground. 

     But for now you decide that you would rather walk and let your wings rest up. The feeling of the dirt between your feet isn’t one you welcome but you don’t have much of a choice. You don’t really like it here. The sound of howling wolves and rustling in the bushes causes you to quicken your pace. To say you don’t like Leshy is an understatement. You tried to make friends with him once but it’s hard to talk with someone when they’re pointing a camera in your face.

     You’re able to navigate your way out and cross the bridge. Times like this really make you realize how much you take flying for granted. You intended to go back to your antenna but you still haven’t gotten over the loss of your precious gemstone. 

     Right across P03’s domain was magnificus’ temple. You could always sneak in and see if there’s anything new for you to steal. There’s no telling where he gets them from but frequently another artifact is added to his collection. Just the thought of getting your claws on another shiny thing causes you to move towards the temple. Usually you fly through one of the windows but given your current condition you should hold off. It’s not too much of a problem though as you’re good at sneaking around. 

     You manage to sneak in just fine but you’re disappointed. There’s nothing that looks worth taking and you’re starting to wonder if you wasted your time coming here. Maybe it would be better if you returned home so you could regain your strength and let your wing heal. 

     You’re about to leave but you see a door that you haven’t gone through yet. Usually the door is locked up with thick chains but today it’s bare. Your hand reaches for the door knob and you’re within the confines of a dark void. The first thing that catches your eyes is the forest green hat, and then the whites of someone’s eyes. Their figure almost blended in completely with the darkness.

     The figure approaches you at immense speed and your wings spread out in an attempt to make yourself look larger and more threatening. You assume that it’s going to attack but it stops right in front of you. its head cranes up to look at you and you bend your neck down to do the same. The hat makes the figure look taller but without it they probably don’t go any higher than your collarbone. 

     “At last…” The figure mumbles, the soft volume of its voice causes you to lean closer to hear what it’s saying. 

     “STIMULATION!” 

    It screams in your ear, causing you to reel back. Before you can trip over your own feet it grabs onto your clothing to keep you upright. It’s surprisingly strong for being so small. It looks at you with these huge eyes that remind you of a baby animal. 

     “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t meant to scare you! I just got so excited and-Wow! You have wings!? How fast can you go? Do you have to preen them? It looks like one of them is hurt.” You’ve always been told that you’re too hyper to keep up with but this being’s energy puts yours to shame. 

     It reaches out to touch your damaged wing and at first you’re hesitant. You assume that its touch won’t be very gentle but it surprises you by slowing the movements of its hand. The delicate touch makes you melt and lean closer. You’ve never had someone be this affectionate with you. 

     “What’s your name?” You ask the one who runs one of its hands through feathers, tracing the patterns. 

     “Lonely, I am one of the underlings of Magnifus  ” It responds in a less excitable tone. There’s something calming about petting your wings. It’s a soft sensation that it has never felt before. 

     A thoughtful hum leaves your throat at the name. You lift your head back up to look around the room. It appears to be only the two of you. 

     Lonely’s name makes you think of your current predicament. Then your face drops when you hear that familiar name. Out of all the people Magnificus has to be your least favorite. Being around him and his insufferable attitude is enough to make anyone mentally exhausted. He always has a reason to be cruel to another person. 

     “He just…locked you away in a dark room?” You question with a raised brow. It didn’t surprise you but it was still such a harsh thing to do to someone. 

     “It’s a test and there is a chance that I may be rewarded by gracing his legendary deck…” Lonely starts to trail off. In the beginning, he was willing to do anything for his Scrybe but he’s been in locked in that dark room for so long. He’s had to time to reflect and on what he really wants: And it isn’t being another tool to be used. He would much rather roll in the grass, feel the sun on his skin, take a sip of water. Anything is better than what he went through. 

     “…But I don’t care about that anymore.”

     Lonely looks down and you feel bad for him. It appears that both of you have a similar problem of being unsure of how to live in the confines of this game. It was so cutthroat, it wasn’t made for you guys. 

     You’ve never really comforted anyone before but you don’t like seeing him slumped over like a kicked puppy. You crouch down take the rim of his hat inbetween your teeth to take it off his head. That sudden action causes him to laugh as he attempts to grab his hat but you go back to standing up so he can’t reach it. 

     “Hey! Give it back!” He laughs as he jumps to try and get his hat. But you don’t let him. A smile spreads on your face as you start to run. Your new friend joins the pursuit. 

     The sound of clattering and crashing could be heard. Both of you knock over objects as you chase each other around like two rabid dogs. There’s a burning sensation in your lungs and your cheeks hurt from laughing but you don’t think you ever want to stop. You don’t think you’ve ever had this much fun with someone. 

     Once Lonely stops then you stop as well, both of you sit on one of windowsills to look at the world around you. It’s nighttime now. Your body is tired but your mind still has so much energy. 

     You stand up on the windowsill and test your wings by flapping them a couple of times. Your damaged wing still hurts but you have a better range of movement, it’s healing fast. At first the thought of leaving your new friend makes you sad but then you come to a realization. 

     “You’re coming with me.” The intention is not to be demanding but you’re not sure how else to talk to him. All you know is that you want him in your collection. The only things you put into your collection are things that you like and you like Lonely so it makes sense that he would be among your possessions, doesn’t it? 

     Lonely doesn’t mind too much as there’s nowhere else for him to go. Everywhere else he would just be seen as a nuisance but for some reason you like him and he likes you too. You’re so fun and free, everything he’s wished to be. 

     “To where?” He asks as he looks up at you stretching your winds. You look so nice bathed in the light of the moon and the stars.

     “It’s the coolest place you’ll ever see. It’s super high up so no one will bother us.” The thought of showing your new companion everything you’ve collected over the past few years makes you giddy. You’re sure that he’ll love your collection just as much as you do. “Have you ever been above the clouds? I know you’ll love it.” 

     Lonely’s head tilts up towards the sky. It’s pretty clear except for the thin slivers of clouds. He could already imagine the feeling of the wind rushing past him, to see how small everything looks when he’s up high. 

     “But what about your wing?” He asks but you just shrug, grabbing onto his hand and tugging him to stand up on the windowsill with you. 

     “I’ll be fine! Just hang onto me.” You smile warmly at him and for a moment he already feels like he’s high above the clouds. 

     Lonely stands on the tips of his toes and wraps his arms around your neck. Your arms wrap around him and once you’re sure that he’s secure you start leaning forward until gravity takes over and both of you fall off the windowsill. You’re used to the feeling of your stomach dropping but he isn’t. A little shriek comes from him and you have to stop yourself from laughing.

     Your wings extend out and push against the air, bringing you both higher into the air. It’s normal for you to twirl around while you fly but now you’re doing it to impress your friend who has both their arms and legs wrapped around you like a koala. His shrieks begin to turn into laughter as you dive up and down, taking the long route to get to your destination. You don’t want to stop and you’re sure he doesn’t to either. 

     But with your injured wing and the exhaustion of flying long periods of time you finally stop at a large antenna that is your home. You grab onto the bars and settle on the platform. Even though Lonely lets go of you he’s still giggling, his eyes creased up in delight. 

     “That was amazing!” He pumps his arms out as he nestles in a free spot in between your treasures and you almost let out a squeal of excitement. 

     You’ve finally found something to occupy that empty spot. 

[augustrambles]

choose your adventure . gn! reader

[south park dating sim]

this occurs in HIGH SCHOOL. i do not write for 4th graders.

❝ LOVE IS WAR ❞ . . . loading

insert name here: ____________

you have chosen the name "new kid", is that correct?

yes | no

you have chosen the name "new kid" you can change this in settings in any point of the game

WARNING . . this game is written by a author who's fucked up in the head, and can't focus! please proceed with caution

[they/them pronouns will be used for the reader]

south park is a land of cold, your parents moved here a few weeks ago, and now you have to go to a new school. the whole situation was quite blurry, you've always had memory issues so remembering stuff has always been a hard task for you. due to this, you don't remember exactly why your parents moved here, or your past school. you remember some of your friends of course, but nobody really liked you at your past school, so in the end you are bound to forget everyone at some point.

waking up is such a pain, you thought to yourself as your phone rang, signaling how it was the first day of school for you. you felt nervous, a new year's party must've been happening in your stomach, because you could not calm down no matter what. of course, you didn't show this in your face. it was neutral, as it normally was, emotions weren't your strong suit.

well, PHYSICAL emotions anyway, obviously you felt emotions, you aren't some kind of mysterious main character. at least, not in someone else's point of view. you stood up as your vision blurred and you fell, clearly meaning you had woken up a bit too fast. so now your head was spinning. ow, you complained in your thoughts.

you got back up, and went to your wardrobe. you could really care less for your sense of fashion so you put on the first thing you saw and left. you now opened the door and started to walk downstairs, cracking your neck as you saw your father, taking care of your little brother. "good morning [name]!" he said to you.

"hey dad, hey charlie" you waved to your brother and dad, starting to make your breakfast. "mom's at work, i guess?" you asked, he let out a muffled yes as he started to feed your brother once again. you sat down at the table, starting to eat as your dad complained because your brother threw up on him and laughed. you let out a small chuckle, and began eating again.

"cmon kiddo, this is the third time!" he rolled his eyes, exhausted as charlie just laughed at him. he went to go and clean his clothes and left charlie with you. charlie then out of nowhere, hugged you. "huh?" you were confused, and then charlie started to eat your food, you just sat there, watching your brother eat your food. "oh"

your dad entered the room, laughing at the site. "seems like the little guy wanted your food instead." he said, resting his arms on top of the chair you were sitting on. "im glad he's eating at least" he said, your brother now finishing your food, and then going to your dad, yelling "up! up!"

so, you just sat there, looking at the plate who was now clean. resisting the urge to throw your brother.

"hey buddy, your school bus is coming soon, right?" your father asked. you looked at your phone, "yeah, im gonna go now" you stood up from your chair, getting your bag which was on the couch and placing it on your back. "bye kiddo! have a good day!" he said as your brother yelled "bye bye" to you.

you unlocked the door, going outside and closing it, you stepped on the cold snow, your boots being there so you wouldnt feel it, the bus stop was a few inches from your house.

walking to it, you realized there was a blonde boy there who seemed to be your age, you COULD use this as an opportunity to make a friend. what should you do?

[A] say hello, and try to be his friend

[B] go to the next bus stop

[C] go to the bus stop and say nothing

in this game, you have gems.

you obtain gems by getting friends, and you use them to make special choices!

every friend you make, you get gems. depending on who it is, you can get 2, 3, 4 or 5 gems. it all depends on their role in the show, main character, second main character, side character or background character.

currently you have 0 gems! congrats

to vote for the option you want, you have to write me through an ask, can be anonymous or not! just simply say "A", "B", or "C"

the more votes, the better! so make sure to vote!

i'd also love to hear ideas and suggestions so i can feature them here in this story! so dont be afraid to tell me those either!

bye now, until the next episode of this story!

- august

[osleeplessflowero]

L.O.VE And Justice

a somewhat satirical bad sanses reader insert fic

Chapter Three: Skeleton In Your..House.

Ao3 Link < Fic Masterpost < Previous Chapter <

divider credit in tags, this one's a bit short but the next chapter will be long again

Content Warning: Violence

With a few tugs and pulls, you've managed to drag the skeleton's body all the way over to your couch, lying him down on some pillows. You're not going as far as to put a blanket over him, he doesn't deserve that luxury. 

Rain gently begins to hit the windows of your living room as you pace back and forth, holding your hand over your mouth as you think of what to do next. You've got an unconscious murderer in your house. You have no idea when his companions will be back for him, and how they'll handle the situation. You are currently at risk, he could wake up at any time and attack you, and your gem has a cooldown so you can't transform back yet. 

Taking a deep breath, you focus. First things first, you need to disarm him. He can still use bone attacks on you, but at least you can take his knife from him. You walk over, spotting the handle in his jacket pocket. How big are his pockets?? Enough to fit a whole knife in there, apparently. You pull the knife out carefully, making sure not to wake him..must be a heavy sleeper, because you're not great at it. Then again, you did hit him pretty hard.

You take a few steps back, looking at the knife. A thin layer of dust is visible over it, obviously monster dust..you send your apologies to who lost their lives being on the receiving end of it. Knife acquired..now, what should you do? You think a moment, before realizing your identity is ENTIRELY exposed! Running into your room, you quickly look for some sort of face covering..

"There's gotta be something in here- I can't let him know who I am." You think aloud, rummaging through your closet and throwing on a hoodie pulling it up over your head and grabbing an old mask from a costume party you went to, putting it over your face. At the very least you can still hide yourself for a while. 

You walk back into your living room, moving little objects around and lighting some candles to give the room the nice scent of vanilla. The sound of voices coming from the television is comforting background noise, a warm atmosphere. It reminds you of the days as a kid where you could sit with your family, making them watch whatever show was your favorite at the time. You smile fondly as you think of them, even if it saddens a bit when you think of the later half of your life.. 

Continuing to wander about the living room and tidy up the most random things as you ramble in your mind, you're completely unaware that the skeleton has woken up and is now silently watching you with his cheek resting on one of his palms. He's almost amused, seeing you fret over this and that. It reminds him of his late brother, in a way.. 

You pick up a box from the living room table and freeze the moment your covered eyes meet his empty eyesockets. He looks over you with a grin, seeming to be unfazed at the moment. 

"..So, you're awake." You say, sitting the box in a different spot. He hums in acknowledgement, lowering his arm so both of them drape over his legs. "I took your knife from you so good luck using that on me." 

"huh, most people don't think of that. eh, i don't really feel like fighting yet. tired." He yawns to prove his point, but he does it in a comical, almost exaggerated way. You cover your mouth as a smile tries to break out, turning towards the TV. 

"Sleep well?" You tease, putting a hand on your hip. He narrows his eyesockets in reply, earning a chuckle from you. 

"how'd you do that, anyway?" "What?"

If he had eyelights, they'd be rolling right now. "how did you knock me out so easily?"

"Well, I've memorized pressure points that can be hit to take someone down instantly. That's how." You turn on some fairy lights in the room, turning off the lamp so a faint glow is the only thing illuminating it. Killer observes you, thinking for a moment to himself. 

You managed to knock him out, yet..you didn't leave him there. You brought him into your home, despite knowing that's an insane safety risk. He could easily come back, yet you still brought him here anyway. Why? Why not just leave him at the train station for the others to come get him? Why risk your safety for a stranger you don't even know? He doesn't really understand. 

"I'm surprised your allies aren't breaking my door down to get you back." You say, interrupting his thoughts as you change the channel to a movie you like. He shifts his head a bit to the side, you can assume that's the equivalent of averting his eyes. 

"they're not..really worried, i'd say. they've probably assumed i'm still fighting you or something. ..it'll probably be a while before boss sends dust after me." "So, they're pretty confident in you?" "..i guess? i dunno. i don't really know how any of them feel about me- well, except horror. he makes his hatred of us pretty clear. oh, uh, horror's the big one."

"Ah." You reply, watering some plants sitting in the windowsill. 

"sooo i guess you're stuck with me for a while." He gives you a cheeky grin, earning an eye roll in response.  "Greeeat." You sit your watering can down as you reply, sitting down a very long distance from him. "Whatever, as long as you don't try to kill me I don't give a shit what you do." 

He chuckles, looking ahead at the TV. It's..been a while since he's last been in a cozy house like this. The decor is nice, the furniture is super soft and comfy to sleep on.. it makes him feel warm in a way, even though he technically isn't able to feel much warmth at all. Who'd have thought he'd find comfort in his opponent's home?

You open a box, taking out some chocolate hearts and biting into one. He glances over, a browbone raised. 

"special someone get you those?" He asks, intertwining his hands together and resting his chin above them.  "Huh? OH, uh, no. I bought them. The store's having a sale on Valentine's candy so I got as much as I could. ..I guess you can have some, if you want." You slide a box over, and he happily takes some. It's sweet.. 

There's..a comfortable silence. Huh, you didn't expect this. You'd expected a fight the moment he'd woken up, but..it's pretty chill, actually. You can't help but wonder why that is. 

"sooo..you do realize i know where you live now." "Yeah." "which means i could easily come back later."

You turn to him, raising a brow which moves the mask on your face up a little. "Why would you want to?"  "to mess with you, obviously." He replies, popping some more chocolate into his mouth and letting out a contented hum when he's satisfied. 

"Don't you have better things to do than that? Or are you that lonely?" You ask, a slightly teasing tone to your voice. 

He gasps, putting a hand over his chest. "ouch! the audacity.." He drops the dramatic act with a snicker, lowering his hand. "it's mostly boredom. like..if i'm not out doing whatever the fuck my boss wants me to, i get bored pretty fast. might as well spend my time doing something interesting."

"Is that why you were trying to kill that store owner? Boredom?" You ask, a tint of annoyance in your voice.  "pretty much. i would get snacks, and get to raise my LOVE. seems like a win-win for me." He shrugs.  "You're disgusting."  "better get used to it, sunshine."  "Stop calling me that-" You immediately counter, earning a grin in reply before the peace is interrupted by a sound outside. 

"what was that?" He tilts his head. You stand up, walking over to your front door, where you heard the noise from. You cautiously open the door, half expecting to see a skeleton there with a bone ready to stab you..but there isn't one. Instead, a small black cat sits in front of the door, a letter in its mouth. Upon seeing you, it sits the letter down on the ground and greets you with a "mew". 

There's a brief pause before you immediately reach down to pick up the cat. "Kitty! Oh my goodness, you're so cute, how'd you get all the way here silly?" Your voice immediately shifts to a playful one as you gush over the cat, gently petting its head and earning cat language in reply. 

You lean down, picking up the letter. A gold heart-shaped mark..you have a feeling you know who this is from. 

Opening the letter with care, you look at the words written in gold-colored ink and hold the cat close, shielding them from the rain as you enter your house. 

I trust that this letter has been properly delivered to you, and the cat has arrived at your doorstep unharmed. After observing your actions from my residence for quite some time, I've decided that having a companion may help you in continuing your heroic training. Having a little assistance is always helpful, isn't it?  You may name the cat as you wish, be sure to take good care of her. In return, she will be your most loyal companion. Do not let her fall into the wrong hands. 

- Sincerely, Your Friend

You smile, gently closing the letter and putting it in your hoodie pocket. 

"So..we're gonna be stuck together a while, huh?" You look at the cat, who promptly replies in her superior language, earning a giggle from you as you grab a towel from the kitchen to dry her off. Killer leans his head to try to snoop, but is unsuccessful, so he waits for you to return to the living room. Once you do, he stands up immediately and rushes over. 

"where did you get a cat?" He gently pets her head, smiling fondly as she turns towards him. 

"She was left at my doorstep. I guess she belongs to me now? It's kinda confusing, but..I don't mind having a cat. Cats are cute." You smile at her, before taking notice of Killer's behavior. For a murderer, he's really..gentle when it comes to cats. He must really like them. He gently takes her out of your hands while you're distracted, earning a sound from you in protest. 

"relax." Is all he says before sitting down, letting her rest on his lap. "Don't nap on the enemy!" You shout, sighing in defeat as you sit back down on the couch and taking some more chocolate for yourself. Betrayed by your new cat..heartbreaking. 

"boss doesn't let me keep my cat at the castle, so i don't get to see them much since i'm keeping them in another universe. i love these silly little guys. or, i guess i should say gals too, huh?" His voice is soft as he pets her head. Your eyes soften as you look over him. He must miss his cat a lot.. you can understand that. 

"Well..if you behave, you could spend time with her. ..I guess. Don't make me regret my decision." You avert your eyes, your focus now back on the tv. He looks over at you, a little surprised that you're okay with it. You're such a mystery.. he can't help but be a bit curious. Who are you? What are you like? Why is it that both times he's entered this universe you showed up and ruined his plans? ..Maybe he'll come back again. To mess with you, of course. 

He turns to ask you a question, when he sees that you've fallen asleep against the arm of the couch. The cat rises from his lap, walking over and lying at your side. He smiles a little, shaking his head. Not a good idea, letting your guard down around strangers.. but it's not like he's gonna do anything to you. 

He looks behind himself and grabs a blanket off of the back of the couch, laying it over you. ..He doesn't know where you hid his knife, and kinda needs it back in order to leave, so it looks like he'll be stuck here until the next morning..oh well. It's not like it's a bad place to be stuck in, the house is pretty nice. Plus, c'mon. There's a cat! He can handle this. 

He flips through the channels on the TV, watching one of his old favorite series. He'd always been a sucker for romance.. his mind begins to slip as he drifts off, leaning back into the couch and falling asleep where he sits. Some things never change..

He dreams of a happy memory. Being surrounded by everyone he cares about..without a care in the world. 

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A good distance away, random objects begin disappearing left and right. Breaking off into bright white pixels, entering the sky..never to be seen again.