#instead of. instead. Instead of .. hogging it all to themself

[newfriendatfreddys]

an ee ways . did anyone else see the zombie piglin carrying a pizza around cuz that was either a blood loss induced hallucination or it's a mystery that i NEED to solve

[slasherscream]

A/N: shout-out to @abominableghostface, who was my beta reader and co-conspirator as usual.

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + WHAT TYPE OF "LEAVING IN THE MORNING" PERSON ARE THEY

❥ we ride at dawn. try and survive ❥

Billy Loomis - The man with the plan. When he says morning he means we are going to be in the car and on the road by the time the sun rays begin to hit the earth. Granted, it's not a hectic morning by any means. He'll have made sure the two of you started packing days in advance. There’s no last minute rushing around. No wondering if you packed a toothbrush, or your favorite jacket. You double checked everything the night before, and then checked behind one another to make sure. But no matter how peaceful the waking, being dragged to your car at 4:30am will make you want to kill him. He passes you your favorite blanket that he threw in the dryer last minute, a cozy protection against the dewy chill of the night turning to morning. When he tells you to sleep until he finds somewhere decent to eat you hate him a little less.

Jordan Li - By nature Jordan is more of a night owl. Through pure necessity they’ve molded themself into something resembling a morning person. Sure, the way they don’t start smiling before 10am shows you it’s not at all a natural state of being, but they do it anyways. 

So used to starting the monotonous, average days bright and early they’re definitely not going to want to start a vacation late. They wake up to the sound of their alarm. They wake you up to soft kisses pressed into your skin. When you open your eyes, scowling at them anyways, they can’t help but laugh, “Yeah I know, I know, fuck off. But we gotta head out before traffic hits.” 

Knowing how you are in the mornings Jordan packed the car last night. When you roll over, intent on ignoring them they roll their eyes and shift, so that he can drag you from bed no matter how hard you try and make yourself dead weight. 

You’re still half asleep, leaned up against him beneath the spray of the shower, but wake up when he flicks water at your face.

“Fuck off.” You grumble. 

“Once we’re on the road I’ll fuck off for at least an hour. Then we’ll grab breakfast, yeah?” He pushes a loofah in your hand and grins once you take it. They shift again, nudging you out the way with her hip so you’re sharing the water instead of hogging it, “Wash my back so we can head out.” 

When they wake you up outside a diner two hours later instead of one you’re feeling much more agreeable, pulling them in for a kiss when they open your car door.

Sebastian Valmont - A chronic riser with the sun. It doesn’t matter what time he goes to sleep, he is going to wake up right as the sun rises. He has black out curtains and takes morning yoga classes. The bastard. His body simply enjoys being awake at six am. Thus, he sees absolutely no reason why leaving for your trip should come hours after that. He’s going to be the one driving anyways. The maids packed all your things, and the butler brought everything out to the car. All that’s left is to get you out of the house. Sebastian helps you put on your clothes, laughs at the way he has to push your arms into your shirt, and drag you to brush your teeth. When he tucks you into the passenger seat he knows you’ll be asleep again by the time he slides into the driver’s seat. He sneaks glances at you for the first few hours of the drive, quietly listening to music and the soft sound of your snoring, enjoying every second.

Stu Macher - Ball of energy that he is, Stu is awake bright and early, and does not need time to “wake up.” He unfortunately acts like this is a universal experience. The fact that he’s excited about the trip makes his typical lack of empathy towards night owls even more brutal than usual. You’re unceremoniously dragged from bed. He tickles you as you brush your teeth. If you seem a little extra groggy that morning he hops in the shower with you and turns it on cold to get your motor running. He acts completely baffled about why you’re still scowling by the time he’s back from his banishment of loading up the car while you try to dress yourself in peace. To make matters worse he wants to talk about anything and everything with you despite the fact that the sky is still that sleepy shade of blue that’s half night, half dawn. You stare at him hatefully from the corner of your eye, grunting answers at him until you pass a diner that’s open and you can get caffeine into your system. His excitement for the trip is cute once you’re awake.

Kevin Khatchadourian - Rises with the sun and is deeply irritated that you don’t. On a regular day he rarely let’s you sleep in. You’ll be lucky if he chooses to start his daily routine without you. On the mornings when he decides to practice archery, which is most, you’ll get an extra hour and a half. By the time he’s coming back inside he wants you both moving around one another, starting the rest of the routine. Brushing teeth, making food, the idle chatter of your voice. Considering he’s not fond of changing your routine, which is exactly what a vacation is, he doesn’t want to hear a single complaint about the hour he wakes you up to start the drive. He also doesn’t let you fall asleep when you get into the car, even though he’s the only one driving. You’re keeping him company no matter how tired you are.

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - While he maintains a strict schedule of waking up early unless hungover he is by no means a morning person. He’ll wake you up as gently as he’s capable of if the shrillness of the alarm didn’t do the trick, rocking you by the shoulder until your eyes blink open. The two of you packed the car last night so there wouldn’t be anything to do or communicate with one another upon first waking up. Two non-morning people trying to talk to each other upon first waking up was a recipe for disaster. Especially if it was the pair of you. Quietly you go about your morning. Brushing your teeth side by side, bumping against each other every now and then instead of speaking. Ben grabs the green smoothies that he made for the two of you the night before, something to tide you over until you found a place he was willing to eat at (which was always an unnecessarily complicated task.) It’s thirty minutes of driving and radio playing softly before you’re caught in a bit of traffic and you’re awake enough to be sweet. You lean across the cupholder to kiss his cheek and he gives you a small smile,  “Morning, L/N.” The two of you are experts at sharing your mornings by now.

❥ we leave sometime before noon ❥

Jason Dean/JD - Will never wake you up before he thinks you’ve gotten all the rest you need. His favorite hobby is turning off your morning alarms if he thinks you set them unreasonably early in comparison to when you fell asleep. He’s certainly not going to break that pattern for the start of a vacation, when you should be resting. You’ll wake whenever you naturally wake up, JD still wrapped around you. You’ll shower, drink some coffee, do one last check of the luggage and then he’ll haul everything out to the car for you, no matter how much you both packed. He likes you to not lift a finger during your trips and it starts before you ever leave the house. It certainly puts you into a vacation mindset.

David Mccall - David himself is an early riser but likes to let you sleep in whenever he can. The start of a vacation is certainly one of those times. He spends the hours before you wake taking care of last minute things. He checks all the bags again, makes sure everything you could possibly need is packed, then loads up the car. He makes sure the house is clean so there’s no mess to come back to that you’ll stress yourself out over. Closer to the time he knows you’ll get up he starts making breakfast for you. He’s so focused on the task he jumps when your arms loop around his waist and you start to press grateful sleepy kisses to his back. You’ll be on the road in an hour or two, he’s in no rush. He wants you relaxed and enjoying yourself every step of the way.

Josh Washington - Due to his insomnia he is not falling asleep any earlier than one am most nights. To ask him to get up at dawn would be like killing a puppy. You both sleep in, wake up sometime just before noon. You like to be realistic about your expectations for yourselves, so there’s no rush. A late start was factored into the plans from the beginning. You packed everything into the car the night before, so all there’s left to do is hop in. You wake yourselves up with some music to start. Barely twenty minutes on the road you see a cute diner and stop for late breakfast. You smile at each other as the afternoon sun shines on both your faces, sleepily discussing what you’re most excited about doing when you arrive at your destination.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan likes your journeys to begin in the dead of night. Whether it’s heading to the airport or hopping in the car to start a long drive, a 9pm start time is the sweet spot for him. He doesn’t like waking up early to start trips in the morning. Nor does he like being stuck in the claustrophobic traffic of other human bodies or cars during the afternoon. You’ll be dead tired by the time you get wherever you’re going but having a good beginning to vacations is important. Especially for Nathan. When you start at night his anxiety tends to be lower for the whole trip. The things we do for love.

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

howdy! this might seem like a weird request, but could you write headcanons of all four (if not, gabe and minos) with an s/o who sleeps with a stuffed animal? it could be a comfort item or just a preference. if not thats alright. thanks for your time!

Small Comforts

reader who sleeps with a stuffed animal headcanons (included; V1, V2, Gabriel, Minos)

x reader content (read platonic or romantic)

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V1 - they would be intrigued more than anything. they would want to hold the stuffed animal, but wouldn't take without your permission - they don't question why you have it, humans are already a little strange to them so this wouldn't weird them out. if anything they understand the appreciation of the natural world, to them the plushie has a similar appeal as art - they would be a bit rough handling it at first, not particularly used to holding something so easily torn. if you ask them to be more gentle with it they would simply cradle it, not trusting the seems and joints of their hands to not rip or catch on the material - they quickly grow to like the stuffed animal, seeking out it's company if you are busy or away. they haven't really figured out to put it away correctly so expect to have to go hunting around your house to retrieve it - they don't really like staying still for long periods of time so they don't have any particular feelings on you sleeping with the plushie, if anything they appreciate that you have something to cuddle (they are aware it's a much more pleasant time to cuddle the toy than themself)

V2 - you wouldn't have to tell them, they would have dropped by your home unannounced and spied it immediately. they would all but launch across the room to pick it up and begin pestering you with questions about it - if we are being honest here they are definitely going to make fun of you for it, at least for a little while. this would quickly become a topic of great humour for them, expect for them to bring it up for weeks to come - that being said, the interrogation would stop if you reacted too negatively. their teasing is for their own amusement and a strange concept of bonding, they oftentimes don't grasp how hurtful their taunting can be. that being said they aren't intending to genuinely hurt you, and they will shut up if they get the sense you aren't enjoying the conversation anymore - the plushie will most likely go missing on occasion, the culprit adamantly denying they had anything to do with it. half of the enjoyment of kidnapping the toy is your pointed questioning about it's location, the other half is seeing where they can hide the toy to give you a plausible chance of finding it without making it easy (they're a genuine menace sometimes) - if you end up sleeping in the same bed they would refuse to have the stuffed animal inbetween the both of you, you can have it on your side but they are adamant that nothing physically separates the both of you (they are an absolute bed hog and despite not needing to sleep they still hang out in bed while you do)

Gabriel - he would notice it's presence fairly quickly and would look at it in his own time. it's likely you would catch him picking it up to inspect, which would finally prompt him to ask you about it - he wouldn't be particularly interested at first, treating it as just another decoration in your room, but over time he would grow to appreciate it. you may find him sitting with it if he's had a particularly bad day - he doesn't like handling the toy himself, fearing he might damage it in some way accidentally. he is very aware of his own strength and is especially cautious around you and your possessions. with enough encouraging he will become more comfortable holding it. the sight of Heaven's mightiest angel sloftly petting a plushie as if it's alive isn't something you will forget any time soon - he doesn't mind if you cuddle with the toy in bed instead of him, he is big enough to hold the both of you at the same time if you wished. he finds that he appreciates having the toy nearby, seeking it out if you are late to bed or are unable to stay the night with him - he may look into getting one for himself. most likely it would be a stuffed cat or a lion and would be fairly big. he would find a simple pleasure in seeing both of your animals sitting next to eachother. if he saw you holding his stuffed animal he would freeze in place, the feeling of his heart warming almost overwhelming

Minos - he would find it absolutely adorable and would tell you so. he doesn't mean this in a patronising way, he just genuinely appreciates that you've found something to comfort yourself with - it's almost comical how small it looks in his hands, and the sight of him holding it so gently warms your heart. he wouldn't handle it without your permission but you may catch him sitting with it by himself. he can't deny it's appeal and definitely compliments you on your choice of animal - he may prompt you with questions of why you have the stuffed animal, but never with the intent of judging you for it, he has definitely seen weirder - he would invite you to bring it with you on dates or when you cuddle. it isn't embarrassing to him, if anything he greatly enjoys the sight of you carrying it around or including it in activities - if you have to leave for any particularly long period of time he would keep he plushie nearby, the sight of it a comforting reminder and imitation of your presence

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feel free to send multiple requests in my inbox, i go by order of what i feel inspired to write/what i have ideas for so i don't mind multiple asks. thanks for reading

[oshibrainallday]

Between Two Lovers (Crius/Anastasia/Tyril sandwich)

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"This...wasn't what I meant when I said yes to lessons, Master Tyril," Anastasia's voice is strained as she looks up at Tyril from where she stands behind the couch. "Although..." She then turns her gaze to Crius, who is lounging in the opposite couch with a smirk. "Why you've invited the Grand Commander is beyond me."

Tyril grumbles under his breath, "I didn't so much as invite him as he invited himself."

Hmm. The Grand Commander did occasionally butt in whenever Tyril came to find her, but it was usually during work hours when she was on duty. This time, it's after work and they were all at her home. Then again, both men were good friends and were often seen together at the tavern...

"I'm hurt, my adorable subordinate," Crius simpers and crosses his arms and legs, stretching the leather fabric tight over his well-muscled thighs. "Do you not want me here?"

She can feel a headache coming on.

Sighing, Anastasia shakes her head, "I didn't say that..."

"See, Tyr? Told you she wouldn't mind," Crius crows to Tyril, who has a disgruntled look on his face and who is glaring daggers at the viridian knight.

"I didn't say that either," Anastasia tries to say, but clearly it goes unheard as the men begin to bicker.

Tyril has his arms held akimbo now, spitting back at Crius, "She asked me first and she invited me over."

"Well you can't keep hogging her, Mister Loyal Servant of the Goddess, I want to spend time with her too!"

"You do. At work. Almost the entire day. Now just--"

The two men are clearly on a roll. As much as Anastasia wants to snap at them and tell them off like Maya would, she's oddly content to just sit there and watch. It's funny, anyway. Just like how they were arguing over her head in Rizoh, though it was much, much harder to keep her composure then.

Just the thought of it brings her back. Tyril's bare, leanly muscled upper body pressing against her back. Crius' broad, clothed form holding her against him. Both men's hands tight on her belly and lower back, holding her possessively as if they wanted her all to themself.

It was a pity she was wearing so many layers, but even then she could feel the warmth and weight of their hands, the solid heat of their bodies, and--

"Anastasia?"

Huh?

"Oi, stop spacing out."

A sharp tap to her forehead makes her cry out in surprise and Anastasia rubs at the spot, wincing up at...Tyril? The former inquisitor is now right in front of her and peers at her with affectionate annoyance. Ah, he caught her. Crius also looks at her with some concern from where he sits. Clearly the men were done with their playful bickering.

"Oh, sorry." She smiles sheepishly and shakes her head.

Tyril leans a hip against the arm of the couch and crosses his arms, conveniently blocking her line of sight to Crius. "That was an interesting look on your face while you were spacing out," he purrs, leaning in closer, close enough that his long bangs tickles her cheek. "What were you thinking about?"

Before she could blurt out 'nothing', quick footsteps approach and there is a solid presence by her arm. "Eh?" The scent of metal and polish and Garuda is familiar, as is the weight of the thick uniform pressing against her similarly clothed arm.

"Oh lay off it, Tyr," the Grand Commander croons from above her head, his arm coming around to brace it on the back of the couch, conveniently curling around her own back.

Like this, both men have caged her between them again. Just like in Rizoh.

Immediately, her face heats up.

Tyril is about to bite back when he notices the blush on her face. Instantly, the barb he poised to let loose turns into something silkier, "Oh?" Those soft, sinful lips turn up into a knowing smirk. "What, don't tell me you like this?"

His violet eyes peer into hers, searching her blushing face when she drops her gaze to his collar instead out of embarrassment. "Ah, let me guess. You're remembering that time in Rizoh. Too bad I've got my clothes on this time, eh?"

She stiffens up. Damn Tyril's perceptiveness; nothing gets past him.

"Oh?" Crius echoes, then his head dips down so that his lips brush the back of her head. Instantly, goosebumps, the good kind, make her skin prickle and cause a soft sound to slip from her tightly clenched teeth.

Both men exchange a glance over her head and smile. A silent agreement forms.

Their hands slide onto her body then. On her hips, her thigh, her ribs. Anastasia's breath catches in her throat and she whips her head up to look at Tyril with wide, ruby eyes. "M-Master Tyril--"

A nip to the shell of her ear makes her cry out.

"Don't forget me, Anastasia~" Crius purrs into her ear and sighs hotly, making her shiver all over.

"Grand Commander--I--wha--" Her stuttering doesn't make them any less smug. In fact, it seems only to spur them on.

Tyril bends his head and comes in close, so close that she can feel his breath on her lips. "So this is what you like, huh? Greedy girl." And then he catches her lips in a deep, searching kiss. The kind that takes her breath away and scrambles her thoughts.

Oh. Oh this is what it's like...

She's been kissed by him before, sure, but only ever to receive medicine during the Carnival several Fatal Rewinds ago. But this...

"Anastasia," Crius whispers in her ear, kissing down to the back of it, over the back curve of her jaw, and then to the column of her neck until he's obstructed by her tie. "Would you do us the honour of sharing you tonight?"

'Us'???

Sh-sharing?

Tonight?!

Breaking away from Tyril's kiss, Anastasia heaves for breath and scrambles for two brain cells to rub together. "Nghh how can you--" A wet kiss to her neck promptly scatters her thoughts again. "How can you ask me that when you're--" A soft snicker, then a lick to her lower lip, followed by the scrape of teeth. "You're--I can't think...!"

"That's the point," Tyril grins and kisses her properly again.

Someone's hand travels up to grasp her breast through her shirt, squeezing firmly, but gently, and she gasps with an arch of her back. "Mmh!"

"Such sweet noises," Crius murmurs into her neck. Another hand comes up to undo her tie, the brooch, and her buttoned up shirt. Whoever it is can't get past the vest, not just yet, but they pull her shirt apart enough to bare her breasts to the cool night air.

"Ah!"

The cut of her vest, more like a bustier than anything, doesn't do much to preserve her modesty without a shirt. Like this, with her shirt pulled apart, her nipples are only barely covered, and every heave of her chest threatens to bare them entirely.

Entirely embarrassed by her current state of undress in comparison to the men, she raises her arms to cover her chest. Alas, she's intercepted by two hands grasping her wrists gently, urging them down to her sides.

Crius is the one who speaks right into her ear, "None of that. Let us see you."

Though Tyril is loathe to leave her mouth be, clearly her cleavage poses a more tempting target and he dives down to lick the curve of her breast. "A-ah!" she cries out, her chin tipping up without conscious thought. "Maybe--nnh! I shouldn't be the only one half-exposed..."

"Pervert," Tyril teases her, his smile growing against her flushed skin.

"S-so what if I am?" She grows even warmer at the sight of his lips brushing ever closer to her perked nipple, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue flicks over the pebbled flesh. She manages to catch a moan behind her teeth, squeezing her thighs tight as that single touch sends lightning down her spine. Pooling between her legs.

Another hand, perhaps Crius', drifts to undo the catches to her vest, loosening it and parting it. Baring more of her pale skin now pink with the strength of her blush. "Far be it for me to deny you anything, Anastasia," Crius murmurs into the crook of her neck and he lets go of her.

Ah, his were the hands that undid her vest and at her left hand. For when he lets her go, Tyril's are on the curve of her rib and on her right wrist. Well, she doesn't have long to figure this out, because the moment Crius steps away, Tyril is leading her towards her bed and pushing her atop it.

Her mind is in a fog in the best of ways and she doesn't resist, falling on the soft surface with a quiet sound. Cool air drifts across her now bare chest until her sternum, where her shirt is still buttoned up. But it isn't long before Tyril is crawling atop her, his knees between hers, with a smile on his face.

"You look good enough to eat," he murmurs softly as he kisses her and palms her breast.

Given what she's seen and went through, that's not the phrasing she would like to hear but she supposes there's a different connotation now. Especially since he touches her with such care and adoration, with a firm and hungry grip despite how patiently he does it.

"Thank you...?" It's the only response she can think of, really, but that seems to be enough for the foul-mouthed former Inquisitor.

"Tch, so polite," he needles her, his hands wandering down her front until he undoes the rest of the buttons with his dexterous fingers. Her vest comes off, then her blouse, leaving her in only her shorts, stockings and boots. But that doesn't last long as another set of hands chip in to strip her fully.

"H-hey!" she gasps, her face heating up again. If she ever blurted out how she enjoys having their hands on her...she'd never live it down. So she bites her tongue and just breathes heavily as she is left to lie under Tyril, completely bare.

From where she lies, she can see Crius moving away to put her discarded clothes in a laundry basket. Considerate as always. Though she takes advantage of his back being turned to admire the way the muscles of his bare back shifted--wait. Bare--

It's not like she hasn't seen him half-naked before, she's sure. The men occasionally trained without their shirts on in the hottest days of summer. But it's different now. Perhaps it's the way that he saunters towards her, a hungry glint to his eyes.

"Distracted? Can't have that." Tyril's voice snaps her out of her thoughts and she only has time to let out a soft 'huh?' before Tyril rolls to sit on the bed and pull her into his lap. Like this, she's facing him and giving her back to Crius. As he planned.

Her hands land on his broad shoulders, her knees on either side of his hips, and her barely clothed cunt lands right on the burgeoning erection in his trousers. Anastasia blushes so hard she reckons she could cook an egg on her face, her thighs clenching hard on his hips.

"Heh, what a cute expression," Tyril grins and dives to mouth at the underside of her jaw.

But he doesn't get a chance to linger. Not when warm, rough hands fall on her hips just above Tyril's and tugs her away. "Be a good friend and share, Tyr~"

"Oh fuck off..."

"What the--" Anastasia can only gasp as she is tugged onto her back on the bed, her thighs pressed open and splayed wide in one smooth motion. "Could you just--" she can't get out much more than that before Tyril leans down to capture her mouth with his.

"Fine, I'll be good and share," Tyril says to Crius. He twines Anastasia's hands together with his and pin them to his chest, leaving her wide open and helpless as he smirks down at her, "Whatever you're about to say, no." That expression is as teasing as ever, growing more mischievous the more she wriggles and squirms to escape his grip. Hands grip her panties and pull them off in short measure, leaving her bare.

"Don't hide from me~" Crius purrs from between her legs. His hands are big enough that he can hold her thighs open and pull apart her labia with his thumbs, exposing her entirely.

"H-hey!" It comes out in a strained moan and a hot flush of embarrassment. "Don't look at me there-!"

Tyril presses their cheeks together and looks down at Crius with her. Crius whose honeyed brown eyes are ravenous as he looks down at her slick pink slit, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as though he were salivating. "Why not? Look at him, bet he's never looked at anything or anyone like that before."

"I have to taste you," Crius moans and dives in without waiting another second.

And the moment his hot mouth closes over her clit, Anastasia can't stop the whorishly loud moan that rips from her chest. Her thighs tremble and manage to escape Crius' grip, but they close instead around his ears and make him moan.

"By the Goddess, you taste amazing," Crius is undeterred as he moans and slurps her up, his talented tongue slipping and sliding all over her to take every single drop of her slick. His hands move to the backs of her knees, and with a single powerful move he spreads her wide open again.

Anastasia can't find the will to bite back at that, instead she squirms and cries out at the lewd, slick sounds that come from his mouth as he licks and sucks and nibbles at her cunt.

Tyril, meanwhile, presses his lips to her ear and chuckles darkly, purring, "I bet with his senses restored, your taste is nothing less than ambrosia to him."

A whimper escapes her and she shuts her eyes tight, her blush nearly burning her cheeks.

"None of that," Tyril chides her teasingly and nips at her ear lobe, just next to the earring that the four men had gifted her not long ago, and murmurs, "Look at him. Look at what his hunger for you has done to him."

Like most orders that Tyril has given her, Anastasia finds it hard to disobey and cracks her eyes open to stare hazily down at the Grand Commander of the Wings between her splayed thighs.

The viridian knight almost looks drunk as he devours her, his mouth and cheeks and chin glistening with her slick. His talented lips suck the soft skin of her labia between them, taking every bit of slick with him as he lets go with a pop. The other side gets much of the same treatment, and he refocuses on her clit once more.

Every suck, every growl, it all pulls dirty moan after dirty moan out of her. Anastasia can't stop herself from squirming or from rocking her hips from side to side from the sheer pleasure of it all, mussing her hair against Tyril's shoulder as she tucks her face into his neck out of embarrassment.

And when Crius stretches his tongue and stuffs it as far inside her as he can, she cries out in a choked voice, "Oh fuck, please-!"

"Tyr," Crius groans out. A request.

The former Inquisitor's face takes on a surprised expression, then a knowing one. "Sure."

Without another word, both men work together to lift Anastasia up off the mattress, their muscled arms and powerful forms handling her carefully and gently despite her cry of outrage and surprise. "What are you-?!"

"Getting you into a better position, duh."

Huh?!

She's given no time to react. Not when Tyril has shifted to the head of the bed, tugging her along with him and then atop him, her back to his chest. Somewhere along the way, he lost his cape and top, leaving him shirtless but with his white pants still on, and the incredible warmth of his chest makes her blush and squirm in his arms.

His thighs are muscular under her, bearing her weight easily and letting her rest her ass in the curve of his hips. Oh, is that--

"You're--" Hard. Is what she intends to say, but she is immediately distracted by those lean, tattooed arms looping under her knees and pulling her thighs wide and to the sides. "Hey! Agh this is so embarrassing...!"

One hand goes to cover her exposed cunt, the other to her face to cover her mouth in an uncharacteristically bashful move. No one has ever seen her like this, although she acknowledges it might be a bit late, considering how Crius had his face pressed between her thighs not two minutes before.

"I didn't take you the sort to be so shy, Anastasia," Tyril rumbles in her ear, his arms pulling her legs further up to her shoulders. He revels in the shy squeak that he pulls from her, chuckling and stretching the tips of his long fingers to rub teasingly against her puckered nipples.

"A-ahh!"

Crius hums in agreement, kneeling between their legs and reaching down to gently push her hand away. "You're beautiful, Anastasia, there's nothing to be shy about," he says reassuringly, leaning forward to catch her lips in a hungry kiss.

Oh. Oh, like this, she can taste something salty, musky, on his lips. Is that...her?

Crius is forceful in his kiss, as forceful as he was in eating her out, and what Tyril says rings in her head.

'Now that he has his senses back, your taste must be nothing less than ambrosia for him.'

She can see why that might be. From the way he kisses her breathless, to the way he kisses and licks down her body, and then to stuff his face into her sodden cunt again, it's evident that the Grand Commander is hungry.

But this time, in addition to the lips and tongue working at her clit, there's something blunt and warm and firm teasing at her slit. She inhales sharply as she realises what it is - a finger, blunt and thick, easing inside her with not a single bit of resistance.

"Aaahh!" Anastasia lolls her head to the side and shutters her eyes at the intrusion, which though she has never experienced its like before, is nevertheless welcome. And perhaps...wanted? It fills something in her that she now realises is achingly empty, and she bucks her hips with a soft moan. "More...!"

"That's our Anastasia," Tyril croons in her ear and bites at her neck. The cock pressed up against her backside twitches with her moans and wriggles, a temptation, a sign of things to come.

Another finger slips inside her, stretching her in the best way possible. Hells, if this is what she's been missing out on...

As always, Tyril picks up on her thoughts, pressing their mouths together in a sloppy kiss as he purrs, "Bet you're wishing you did this earlier, huh? I agree, you definitely should have asked me a long time ago."

"Mmm Anastasia, you know you could have come to me for anything, right?" Crius finally speaks up, her clit slipping from between his lips with a lewd pop. Meanwhile, his fingers still move, slipping in and out of her, stretching her.

She feels like she's losing her mind and clings to both men like an anchor. "You both are--ngahh--equally...!" Then Crius quirks his fingers up and hits something in her that makes her jump and gasp, cutting herself off.

"Equally what?" Crius asks with a knowing smile, dipping his head to suck and lick at her clit again while thrusting his fingers in and out of her, his fingertips primed to hit that spot every time.

Alas, Anastasia is in no state to answer him, her mouth wide open as she pants for air, soft needy moans escaping her with every breath. The wettest, slickest sounds echo in the quiet room from how wet she is as he quickens his pace. Faster and faster and faster, until she's crying out with the sheer amount of pleasure wracking her body.

"Answer him, Anastasia," Tyril's fingers pinch at her nipple and she cries out again, her entire body shaking. "Or you can't cum."

No...no way! She's so close, she's...

"Please...!" she pleads, tears beading in the corners of her eyes from how overwhelmed she is.

But Crius slows his pace and she sobs, writhing in both their arms.

"Anastasia," Crius croons against her clit, giving it one broad lick. "Tell us and I'll let you cum."

Fuck. Fuck! If only she weren't so close, but...!

"I...I...!" She manages to eke out, but then Crius' fingers pull out entirely and she bites on her pride. "I wanted you both equally!"

There are two distinct chuckles.

"Knew it."

"Good."

And then two distinct mouths descending on her. One determined to steal her breath and her mind through her lips, the other intent on squeezing every inch of pleasure from her through her clit.

Either way, or perhaps because of them both together and the fingers that fuck her quickly and roughly, Anastasia comes with a muffled wail against Tyril's lips. Through her orgasm, Crius continues to fuck her, driving his fingertips against that spot that makes her jump and squirm and shake.

Her pleasure takes on a sharp edge, intoxicating in its juxtaposition against the intense pleasure wracking her body, and she can't control the way she jerks in Tyril's arms. But then something starts to boil and burn between her legs, and it feels like...like...she's about to wet herself?!

"Wait--wait no stop-!" Desperately, she tries to push Crius' hand away but it's too late to stop the deluge.

Literally.

With every thrust of Crius' fingers, fluid squirts out and drenches his forearm, his face, his chest, and even the bed under them. Again and again and again as the Grand Commander refuses to stop, even when her fluids begin to drip down his chin and onto the covers.

Anastasia feels like she's gone mad and fallen unconscious all at once, her head is spinning like a top. And when at last her orgasm tapers to an end, she goes limp with a whimper.

Crius' fingers are still inside her, but they remain blissfully still. She pants hard to regain her breath, her throat feeling ever so hoarse. Was she that loud? Oh no.

"That...was fucking hot," Tyril growls against her temple, his sharp violet eyes taking in the mess between her thighs and on Crius' upper body. "Who knew you'd be a squirter?"

A what?

The other man simply laughs and withdraws his fingers from within her with a squelch, slipping them into his mouth to suck them clean. "You should try it too, Tyr."

"Yeah, you know what? I think I will."

Anastasia laughs faintly and rolls away just as Tyril wriggles out from under her. Once on the cool sheets, she goes limp again and sighs, closing her aching legs and curling her knees up to avoid the wet patch on the mattress. "Don't I get a say?" she croaks out jokingly. "Or a break?"

A tongue flicks out to lick up the trail of slick that trickles down her inner thigh and she jumps with a gasp. "Heh, fine, a short break." It's Tyril licking her now, his nose pressing into the plush flesh of her backside.

"That's--nn--" she bites her lip and clutches the covers. "Not giving me a break!"

Wait, if Tyril's licking her, where's Crius?

Before she can lift her head, she hears cloth hitting the floor and then feels the bed dip by her shoulder. The wide expanse of a lightly tanned, muscular thigh comes into view and she follows it up to find an entirely nude Crius smiling down at her with her fluids drying on his upper body.

"Is it so bad to want you as much as we do, Anastasia?" he asks, his voice like silk as he winds his now clean hands through her sweat dampened hair, smoothing it back from her face. "That we can't bear to be apart from you for even a moment?"

Such sweet words. She thought that she is immune to them - and normally she would be - but in this situation, with Tyril's mouth cleaning her up and Crius tangling his fingers in her hair and his warmth so temptingly close, she can't think. "...No...it's not a bad thing...but I..."

"Sensitive, right?" Tyril, right on the money as always. "Don't worry, we'll be gentle. Sort of."

Sort of?

Crius leans in and presses his mouth to her shoulder, kissing and mouthing gently down her arm in a charming way until he reaches her wrist. There, he kisses it and gives her the most sultry look she's ever seen on a man, and smiles. "Do you trust us, Anastasia?"

...

As much as her head spins, she knows there's only one answer.

"Yes."

"Heh, my turn."

[rvnwtch]

Here’s something I whipped up this morning about Fenn and the Vestige meeting up again! It’s 1.2k and I don’t know if I’ll turn it into something longer on AO3 one day or not but I’ve been having trouble writing longer stories atm so I figured I’d post this here for now instead of hogging it to myself:

The city spread out below the Vestige. People selling their wares at the market. Children screaming and playing. It was nice. It was calm. They were leaning against one of the handrails that decorated the roads around them.

“The last time I saw you, you looked very different.” A soft voice said next to the Vestige.

Vestige spun on their heel, feeling as though their breath had caught in their throat. “Fennorian?” They asked with wide eyes. 

It was true. After the defeat of the Grey Host, when the Vestige and the Ravenwatch parted ways… Things had changed. Lyris and Sai Sahan said their goodbyes and the Vestige was left all alone again. 

They’d traveled for a while, got into some more trouble and then when things calmed down again they finally had time to get their hair fixed up. They’d replaced all of their busted armor and made sure to eat enough food now that they weren’t worried sick about the fate of the world every other minute. They’re sure their face had filled back out some.

Vestige blinked at the High Elf vampire. He smiled serenely at the Vestige. Figuring they should say something they said, “I hope that’s a compliment.” 

Fennorian’s smile stretched wider and he turned to look out at the city below them. “It was. You look… good.” He said hesitantly. Then he dragged his eyes back to the Vestige. “How have you been? I heard you ran into Gwendis in Belkarth a while ago.” 

Ah yes… that had been quite some time ago, hadn’t it? “I’m… I’m alright.” Vestige said avoiding his eyes. “It was a very quick conversation. She was busy and I was working through some stuff.” They tried to play off their shaky tone. 

Remembering that conversation with Gwendis always made the Vestige frown. The last Vestige had heard everyone was miserable from Verandis’s absence… but most of all Fennorian. 

“How are you?” They asked carefully turning to Fennorian. 

He seemed to catch on to the way the Vestige had tried to play off his question. But he said nothing of it. “I’m doing good. More than happy to cross paths with you, of course.” 

A pleased feeling warmed its way through Vestige’s chest, even as they tried to stop it. They probably shouldn’t get too get close to him again. It would just hurt when they went separate ways once more. Vestige had developed feelings for Fennorian during their time together fighting the Grey Host. And it had hurt when they separated.

“I missed you.” The Vestige said. It came out much more venerable than they would have cared for, but there was no taking it back now. They weren’t even sure they wanted to take it back.

Fennorian blinked, something like mild surprise coloring his face. “I missed you too.” He took a step closer to them. “Have you been keeping busy?” 

Butterflies swarmed the Vestige’s stomach, wanting them to keep their mouth shut, begging them not to embarrass themselves. But the Vestige had a hard time taking orders, even from themself sometimes. 

“Yeah. Stopped a few bandits here and there… I went back to Markarth recently actually.” Vestige said, swallowing. Fennorian tilted his head in interest so the Vestige continued. “Like I said. I missed you… a lot. So I went back to the Stonekeep and sat outside until the guards got tired of me and kicked me out.” 

A beat of silence passed. Then another and another. Fennorian was so quiet, Vestige wondered if they had crossed a line. When they turned to look at him, Fennorian was studying them closely, his face carefully blank. 

What was he thinking? 

“If you missed me why did you go to the Reach?” He asked slowly, his lips curling up a bit in confusion. 

Vestige looked away again shrugging. “It’s the last place we saw each other. It just reminded me of you.” They twisted their fingers and hastily added, “and your sisters!” It didn’t sound convincing to the Vestige either. 

Fennorian leaned against the railing next to the Vestige. He was so close their arms were almost touching. “If you missed me that badly, you know you could have visited Ravenwatch Castle right?” There was something in his tone, like he was trying not to say something else entirely. Then he huffed and said, “Did… did we do something that made you not feel welcome?” 

Vestige thought back to the day in the Orrery. The way Gwendis and had screamed at the Vestige. The pain in Adusa’s eyes. The way Fennorian barely held himself together trying not to crumble. 

They couldn’t go back. They couldn’t save Verandis… and they couldn’t go back to the castle. It would have been a constant reminder to the Vestige that they couldn’t save him. And a reminder for the others that he was gone.

“No.” The Vestige said. They didn’t elaborate. 

Fennorian chanced letting their elbows brush. Vestige’s eyes flicked down to their arms. “Why didn’t you come see me then?” He asked. 

“I was afraid.” They shrugged. 

“You never have to be afraid to come see us.” Fennorian said.

Again they let the conversation taper off. After a few minutes of silence, only the sounds of the bustling city between them, Vestige wondered if he would leave. Then he would be gone and the Vestige would have to miss him all over again.

“What?” Fennorian asked sitting up a bit straighter. His eyes wandered the streets below in the direction the Vestige had been looking. “Did you see something?” 

Turning to Fennorian they raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?” 

Looking flustered Fennorian said, “Ah, I… heard your heart speed up. I hope you can excuse me, I try not to listen but-”

Vestige interrupted him with a short laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, Fenn. I swear! I just- We’re a really good team aren’t we? Nothing could slip by us.” They watched their feet shuffling on the ground.

“I was just thinking…” they started hesitantly. They took a deep breath gathering their nerves. “How long are you in town for? I’ll be sad again if this interaction of ours is brief.” 

“Sad again?” Fennorian blinked. Another beat of silence passed and he said,“I’m chasing a vampire clan nearby. I expect I’ll be here for a few more days at least. Maybe longer.” 

Vestige curled their toes trying not to invite themself into his mission. “Is it a tough case?” They asked carefully. 

Fennorian hummed. “Not particularly. However, I was thinking of writing to the Ravenwatch and asking Adusa to meet up with me for the final infiltration of the lair.” He look at the Vestige purposefully. “But if you’re interested…” 

“Yes.” Vestige agreed instantly. 

The scholar leaned the rest of his arm against the Vestige’s. “I have to say, I’m glad you agreed so quickly. I wasn’t looking forward to interrupting Adusa. And the two of us spending some more time together would be quite enjoyable.” 

Vestige tried not to blush but they knew they were failing when Fennorian’s breath caught in his throat. “Sounds like a plan.” They leaned a little into where their arms touched.

It was nice, having this to look forward to. Being able to work with Fennorian again might breathe more purpose into their work. The Vestige had been bored without him. Taking easy jobs here and there. Not resting, never resting, but they certainly weren’t taking on jobs as hard as the Grey Host anymore. 

“Well then. Shall we get to work?” 

[rotten-games]

So I was thinking about what if the COI MCs swapped situations with each other (MC2 in the wasteland and MC1 in the city) and that got me wondering, for the ROs that were alive during the fall of the city, what would the ROs be like/be doing if their environment was reversed and they were in the wasteland/city instead?

Hmmm this is an interesting question because each of these characters are very important to the section of the world they find themselves in... but we can explore this >:3

Carol: She'd be the organiser of a small community in the Undercity somewhere but it would be more of a staying alive sort of situation than anything really revolutionary but you know, not everyone is Perci.

Lowrie: I like the idea that Lowrie would be in the community theatre with Erato because they'd be very dramatic together. But also you can't separate them from Carol so she'd still be around the place too. 😌

Mordred: There is only really one role for people like him in Ledala: Military. And thus that's where you could find him--he would be less wild, more disciplined. But also probably unhappier, tbqh.

Doc: She'd be a back alley doctor somewhere, or maybe just someone who lets people crash at hers when they need. I find it difficult to imagine she'd lose her penchant for wandering around but wouldn't go so far as she does in Wasteland.

Ridley: They'd be a scientist. Genuinely no questions there. Would they TRY to be ethical? sure. Would they always be? Ehhhhhh.

Harley: They'd be a bartender on the Disk, probably. Why separate them from something they're good at? That being said, however, they'd probably be lonelier, they'd have fewer close friendships.

Allard: Oh, I'm sure Allard would find something to be unhappy about and try to get to the surface one way or another. Or they'd try and take over the leadership in Ledala. Just for funsies.

Arthur: I'll be honest with you, if he were human he probably would have died day 1 of the fall. He's self-destructive, not great at looking after himself or others and is somewhat unreliable. Buddy would need to shape up and quick.

Dagda: Honestly Dagda would probably have a better time in Wasteland than down on the Disk. Or if nothing else, they'd get to go hog wild when they really want to.

Adrastea: Yeah... Adrastea would make themself the queen of a bandit group and sit there pretty until the cows come home, regardless of what they might actually want to do (they would get bored after a while).

Perci: She would take up a similar role to Carol but in this case I think she would almost be THE most heard voice in the room at all times with regards to the other settlement leaders. Most... of them would not like her vibe.

Saga: Saga would be with Adrastea but moonlight as a hunter for funsies.

Deimos: He would also be with Adrastea but I think in this case he'd be closer to Saga maybe as some sort of Adrastea-appointed bodyguard. Not... that Saga would appreciate that.

[softchassis]

Re-breaking the Tumblr Ice with a "25 Games To Know Me" post!

Reasons why each game is important to me are under the cut.

Sonic The Hedgehog 2 -- I love Sonic in general. I think across the entire history of the franchise I can only really point to two games I dislike, or three if I'm feeling particularly uncharitable. But Sonic 2 was the first game I ever saw at a store and said "I want that one". As for how I feel about Sonic 2 itself, it's actually not my favorite Sonic game or even my favorite classic Sonic game--those distinctions go to Sonic Unleashed and Sonic CD--but without Sonic 2, I may never have given the blue hog a chance.

Spark The Electric Jester 3 -- The most recent game on this list certainly but it deserves to be there. It's so confident and unashamed of what it is. It *knows* it's a Sonic fan game underneath its yellow blorbo skin, but it never winks at the audience about it. You just get to do some really incredible, high speed 3D platforming and mix in some DMC-lite combos in there too. It's good, it's fun, it's sincere, it's beautiful. All the Spark games are.

Cave Story -- Before Cave Story I only had a vague idea of the concept of "single person makes game all by themself". I'd certainly played plenty before, from the Shareware era on DOS and Windows 95, but Cave Story made it feel approachable. Plus, on its own, it's just a great little game.

La Mulana -- Cave Story and La Mulana share the same space in my brain. It may be a little weird to say this, but I typically don't enjoy 2D Metroidvanias. The only ones I've beaten are Super Metroid and most recently Nine Sols. But something about La Mulana just tickles me. It feels like the entire map is one big Rubik's Cube I'm beating my head against, which is more satisfying to me than "I found the thing that lets me do the thing I couldn't do earlier."

DOOM (2016) -- I love the entire Doom franchise but DOOM 2016 is my favorite standalone experience. Otherwise I have played untold hours of classic Doom mods, my favorites being Reelism, Demonsteele, and Doom Infinite.

Sekiro -- A really great experience all around. I enjoy Dark Souls and appreciate its storytelling, but most everything in Dark Souls feels too distant for me to appreciate, whereas in Sekiro, the history both is recent and ongoing, and the Shinto and Buddhist mythology informs the story in real time. And It's just so fun to actually play. You never forget your first Lady Butterfly.

Dynamite Headdy -- Most everyone loves Treasure but to me no game is more Treasure than this one.

Moon: Remix RPG Adventure -- One of the earliest plays on the RPG genre. A typical RPG hero is going around slaying monsters to level up, but that person isn't you. Instead, you go around reuniting the souls of slain monsters to revive them, and learn a lot about the heartfelt and unique world they once inhabited. A really beautiful and important game.

Worms Armageddon -- Still the best 1999

Avernum: Escape From The Pit -- A remake of Spiderweb Software's first game in the "Exile" series. Avernum tells a great fantasy story about an underground cave society, where undesirables are exiled by the empire who scorns them. Instead of laying down and dying in the caves, its new residents name it Avernum and create their own society... and they don't intend to take their punishment laying down. A really fun and atmospheric CRPG with great, Vonnegut-esque writing and a lot of heart.

Legacy Of Kain: Soul Reaver -- I played this one pretty recently and was shocked at how forward thinking it was for 1999. I played the entire Legacy of Kain series back to back, but Soul Reaver stuck out to me as the best one. If you can't tell by some of the other games on this list, I adore games that feel lonely and isolating but still have a distinct goal and stakes. Soul Reaver is incredible and finally contextualized just why I saw Raziel all over Playstation magazines as a kid--it's because he's fucking cool!

Marathon Infinity -- play the entire marathon series right now stop reading this

Lemmings -- Huh. What's that doing here

Pikmin -- The first Pikmin is the best one in my opinion. I love the time limit, I love the simplicity of the scope compared to the rest of the series, it's a fun game to just pop in once in a while and just blitz through. I also just love microworld settings. And the creature design! And the puzzle design! Ohh Pikmin there's nothing like you.

Klonoa: The Door To Phantomile -- I have a lot of fond memories of this one, but specifically of playing the demo over and over on a Playstation Magazine demo disc with my sister. I wouldn't actually play the full game until much later, on an emulator. I did later rent Klonoa 2 and finish it before that though. Klonoa is good.

Rayman -- I love this game. I love how fucking mean it is while looking so bright and poppy and silly. I first played it when I was like 8 years old and it was a really humbling, eye-opening experience. But jokes aside it's just a really good game. But yeah, it's hard. If you've never played it before and don't want to tear your hair out, you should play Rayman Redemption, a fan remake of it that makes it a bit more approachable. If you ask me though, you should try the original first.

Ecco: The Tides of Time -- I also played this one when I was really young and it was also a humbling, eye-opening experience. I just liked dolphins, I wasn't expecting to have rented the hardest game in the entire fucking store. Having revisited the Ecco series many times since then, though, I think Tides of Time is the best one. It's just gorgeous and both versions of the soundtrack are amazing. I prefer the CD one though, except for Moray Abyss and Tubes of Medusa.

Splatterhouse -- Kids love horror and kids love forbidden things, so when I saw a Splatterhouse ROM on a romsite as a kid and was immediately told I wasn't allowed to download it, of course I fucking did when no one was looking. And my brain was altered forever

Earthbound -- I very briefly had a stepbrother who had a SNES and Earthbound and I wasn't able to play it myself (no open save slots) so I just watched, but I was fascinated by it. I would eventually play it myself later on good ol ZSNES. I have nice warm memories of watching the snow on the ZSNES menu while it snowed gently outside, in between bouts of playing Earthbound and Yoshi's Island.

Yakuza -- Okay the PS2 boxart is here as a stand in, I love the entire Yakuza series dearly. I did own Yakuza and Yakuza 2 when they were new, but lost them when our PS2 and all of its games got stolen.

Sonic Robo Blast 2 -- Another Sonic game? But this one's special. I've been playing SRB2 for over half of my life at this point. I've played countless mods for it and have watched it grow from a basic little Doom platformer into a great platform for expression. It's also just fun.

Bomberman 64 -- The 3D bomb-stacking and bouncing stuff in this game is so cool and is the exact kind of finicky, almost-accidental-seeming mechanical depth I love in video games. I can't believe they only made one of these.

Psychonauts -- Kind of a stand-in for Double Fine and LucasArts in general, but definitely the best game still out of both companies. I love 3D platformers and I love what this game does. There's still not much out there like it.

Rayman 2 -- Another Rayman game? Well yeah, I can't say I love 3D platformers and just not put the best 3D platformer ever made on this list. Not an exaggeration!

Final Fantasy XIV -- I get to play as a hot lion woman now. Have you seen her? Well, now you have

[mikundrawstuffandissleepdeprived]

Usually don’t talk much about my feelings, theories or headcanons, but Figment and Figment 2 have been on my mind lately. There’s not much posts going around on both games, so i've decided to give it a shot, for once. Also because, i’ve noticed that many (me included) seem confused about what the Jester is supposed to represent. Most seem to think they represent fun or the part of you that want to have fun, which is true. Still, i believe there might be more to it than just that..?  

(Warning : Spoilers for Figment 2 : Creed Valley and a little for Figment also)

This is just me speculating, but all throughout the game, the Jester constantly talks about ‘’breaking out’’ and, most importantly, the ‘’urge to be free’’. To me, it feels like the emphasis on those themes aren't only to reflect how the Jester is feeling, but might also be related to what they're all about. Especially the line: '' You can fight the urge to be free but you can never kill it!''. When saying that, it sounds like they're referring to themself, like this is what they are... So, are they the '"urge to be free"? Perhaps, more specifically, "free will"?

Maybe i’m overthinking this…

But there’s another reason i’m inclined to think that the Jester might be "free will" or, at the very least, tied in a way to the concept of "freedom". These concept art from the first game :

(sorry for the low quality of the pics)

It seems that both the Black Hog and the Jester were conceived during the production of the first game, but ended up being scrapped. Puppets with ropes like these (Marionettes) often symbolise a "lack of free will" and cutting the ropes can represents "being free/set free" (the famous line from Pinocchio: "There are no strings on me", comes to mind). IF this puppet like thing is a unused version of the Jester, of course.

(Also, no joke, the first pics you get if you type free will on google images are a bunch of marionettes, lol.)

Again, just speculating here, but i wonder if perhaps it was planned for them to be controlled by the Spider Queen. "Marionette" is a french word and the Spider Queen is french/has a french accent. It could also explain why instead of using webs, like the other spiders, she’s attached to a rope....

But yeah, this is why i believe the Jester might be related in some way to freedom or might even be ''free will''. Maybe i'm completely wrong, but it's fun to theorise.

I have more thoughts and details i've noticed that i would like to share, but i don't want this post to be too long.

Thank you for your time 😊

[local-denis]

YALL, ITS YA BOI, GR4Y, AND I AM *BACK* WITH SOME *QUESTIONS*!! *insert fleshcousin yay sfx*

1. how many people buy the 💖yassified💖 fafa (i'd eat it tbh)

2. where'd boots get the 💖yassified💖 boots!? gawhdamn those are long

3. did cashier open the icecream freezer yet, i wanna buy some. (bonus, is there a 💖yassified💖 icecream flavor?)

4. Does Yassi-Spray exist?? Possibly under a different product name than Yassi-Spray? (bear spray, but for fending off the 💖yassified💖)

5. why in the FUCK is denis' tail getting stretched to oblivion in the 💖yassify💖 spectrum comic, i need to know (on the last few panels)

6. what new things can williamplayz (willyslayz) do now that he's 💖yassified💖

7. can pest sing (if so, which lady gaga song since he likes lady gaga)

8. has kasper ever tried to kill/execute (un)pleasant

9. can the 💖yass-virus💖 transfer through particles and what not

10. to add onto the last question, does kasper sneeze '💖yassify-particles💖' or something

11. oh dear dont tell me the 💖yassified💖 know how to do marketing and advertising, business, even...

12. how the FUCK did MR ring the doorbell (in the comic) when he has no hands

13. is kasper necessarily 'mad' at drretro for how she treats him (LIKE A LAB RAT. unacceptable smh)

14. does bive do blogs on the internet or something how that they're 💖yassified💖, instead of being a detective? OR DO THEY DO BOTH NOW

15. where does spud get his nails done

16. is split edible. strawberry.

17. what was the cocoon process like for pilby, how tf would it even work (since they're humanoid n stuff)

18. if bive gave reddy the 💖yass-virus💖, how the fuck did she do it?? some sorta malware program?

19. is lampert still a germophobe now that he's 💖yassified💖

20. did wallter and mark get back together perhaps (probably not)

21. what stuff DOES pest shoplift

22. what type of music does poob play at the parties

23. okay so yknow how fleshcousin has a big hole in the middle of their head? was that changed during the 💖yassification💖 process?

24. if pest bakes pie, he should start a bakery.

25. last but not least question: did kasper change their gamertag when they got 💖yassified💖.

shitton of questions i get it, but hey, thats me. (cringe too i think idk you tell me)

Another batch of questions hehehe >:D

(Another necessary cut off bdhsfqh)

1. I'd guess a lot, they are rather tasty tho also hallucinogenic

2. They probably found them in the back of the koby somewhere also they'd probably be one of the first mannequins to be infected lol

3. Never, he's hogging it all </3 (yes, mainly being sold at Crem's shop and Enphoso's store)

4. Just normal spray will do tbh, it's why Sarah carries it around ever since the outbreak started lmfao

5. My tail got infected *sobs* but dw Denis neva dies

6. More princess dresses with full faces of makeup much to Jermey's joy

7. Idk, but even if they could they would never do it haha

8. Kasper def has experimented some ways (Probably same as canon)

9. At first it was purely through bites so technically you could still smooch your yassified partner and not get infected, but as of late it seems to be getting more and more contagious. To the point it may be airborne now. Luckily Enphoso's store already has special air conditioners!

10. No, thankfully they cannot spread it through their germs. Not at all actually.

11. They absolutely do know how to do marketing and advertising </3 Enphoso is NOT helping

12. He found a way hehe

13. At first definitely, but he seems to have already forgotten about it! So he kinda forgives her!

14. Still does blogs, but it seems her new advertisements for the blog seem to be luring more people in. More people to spread the truth to!

15. Ya mama (jk, they were done by MrManeuver has a side business and for good prices!!)

16. No!!! Don't eat her cries

17. They probably got super tired and hungry at first, then made themself a cocoon, slept in it for a few days, and came out elegant as hell

18. Someway somehow a bite was enough. Even creatures made of materials that are not flesh don't seem to be safe either.

19. Yes absolutely, they probably have that clean girl aesthetic now

20. I think they're working on it (polite and fun don't mix well either I guess ah)

21. Still mainly coins, but will snatch a few lipstick tubes here and there. Now he can get away qith it more easily haha

22. Licky by Larry Tee and Princess Superstar (listen with headphones y'all)

23. Nah it's still there unless it mimics someone then they will just do the usual haha

24. He should! Maybe then he'll stop stealing coins haha

25. She would have, but he doesn't have enough robux </3

[kazzsk2]

I just thought of a really cool tf2 oc idea

Like they have an ability like road hog with his hook, but it only works if the target is a certain distance away. Like they cannot be too close or it literally won't latch onto them and will instead go past them to maybe latch onto someone behind them.

This ability also depends on the character a bit. Like heavy is only pulled a little bit like just enough for teammates to get out of his gunfire range. Spy, scout, and sniper are the easiest for them to grab with the hook as they are lighter on their feet but scout moves faster than the character so he can slip away. They also get pulled the closest to the character when hooked. Soldier, demo, pyro, engie, and medic all get pulled at like a respective distance. Not as in your face as scout but not little like heavy. Just enough for the character to slip in a few shots before the target fleas.

Scouts can get past the hook when they drink like bonk or something and since the hook does damage, spy's could technically use the dead ringer to get away from a hook as well. Pyros can easily just turn around and set the character up in a blaze when grabbed. Engies, snipers, and medics are the main ones to probably be targeted by the hook for obvious reasons (snipers camping, separating Engies from their turrets, and pulling medics healing a person).

If times right, the character could hook a medic right before they Uber causing the medic to waste the Uber if they cannot get back to their team on time. Though once the Uber is activated, just like with the bonk, the character cannot hook the medic.

But then they have a second ability to build traps like bear traps. This also doesn't work on scouts with bonk or ubered enemies. It traps the enemy for 3 seconds. It can be placed on any flat surface that like isn't either a roof or tilted (ex; table, floor, underwater). Scouts, snipers, and spies can easily be caught in it and it will automatically decloak a spy when one if caught in it (though their decloak meter won't drop it'll just be like the spy decloaked themself).

You can avoid traps by jumping over them or exploding/shooting/burning them if you spot one. If breaks up releasing an enemy and alerts the character when one of their traps catches someone or if it was broken. They can set up to three traps at once but they cannot be stacked upon one another.

When heavy's are caught in traps, they don't stop movement, but they bleed from it and are slower. This might be a problem for heavys that use the melee a lot for faster movement or push forward without noting their surroundings.

Engies turrets cannot detect bear traps, but spy can sabotage them just like he can the turrets and destroy them by that way or using his weapons.

They have four total weapon slot thingies: the bear traps, the hook, their gun, and their hammer (melee)

The speed the character moves is relatively the same as soldier and ther gun is a modified flare gun. It makes a pop affect like a very mini explosion or firework but doesn't actually burn their enemy like pyro's weapons do.

Their hammer is similar to any other basic melee. I imagine their being a skin of the hammer that's a toy hammer and it makes a squeaky noise when hitting someone. Same with the flare gun having a firework skin that pops colorful mini fireworks instead of normal explosions.

The character is Irish and has a thick accent similar to demoman though they very rarely speak actual words beyond screaming. Protective eye goggles cover their eyes and they have dark ginger hair. That's as far as I've got in physical descriptions of the character.

Backstory: the 10th merc that, before the war, was a former Irish dancer that became interested in hunting. They loved creating bear traps and went our hunting one day. They got lost in the deep forest for four years with only their bear traps and flare gun to keep them company. They were found, but not the same as they were before.

Now crazed and mad with an obsession of the adrenaline of a hunt, they turn to less than legal work in finding a worthy animal to hunt. They soon are recruited as the 10th merc and find joy in hunting down their enemies in the war.

Due to the lack of communication with another human and lack of sanity for a considerable long time, they've lost all motivation to communicate with others by anyway else but action. The only noises they say being screaming or imitation of their teammates lines.

Ex: they will repeat soldier yelling "[enemy color] Scum!" When they kill an enemy soldier, they'll mimic medic's crazed laughing after taking down a medic, they mimic heavy's "nom nom nom" sometimes when using food health packs like the chocolate bar, and they repeat scout's "Bonk!" After killing someone using their melee.

They aren't close to many of their teammates, but will tolerate medic, pyro, and heavy the most due to medic offering support by healing during battle and heavy also being able to offer support through their sandvich. Them and pyro often get along due to their lack of speaking verbally and often through actions more.

They do not like spy. Like at all. They find him an irritating target to hunt due to the dead ringer and will get bored anytime he talks because of his very formal way of speaking.

Uhh that's about it. It's 1am rn and I'll probably add more later.

[highoninktm]

Locked houses and opened paths

Summary: katsumi gets locked out of her house, so she has to stay the night with Hana

“Fucking hell” Katsumi muttered to themself, failing at opening the door once more.

Of course she’d forgotten her keys the day her parents were out of town. Just their luck.

They could technically get in by window or picking the door lock, but that would set off their fathers’ extensive security systems and they really didn’t feel like dealing with that today.

So that left one option. Stay at a friend’s house.

She sent a quick text to her unitmates, and before they could even switch tabs ask someone else, they’d already gotten an offer from Hana to stay with her, and confirmation from Isomi that it’s fine with their parents.

They sighed and answered the sisters’ texts with a quick ‘be right there then’

-~~——————————————————~~-

After an excruciatingly long train trip, she’d finally made it to the Kanzaki house. Honestly they always forgot just how big the house is.

They moved their arm to ring the doorbell but before her finger could make contact with the buzzer, the door opened, revealing a blindingly bright smile belonging to one Hana Kanzaki.

“Hi Hirano-senpai! Come in, come in!” She said, ushering Katsumi inside.

Katsumi quickly took off their shoes and switched them for a pair of indoor slippers, following behind Hana.

Eventually they reached the destination, and Hana opened the door to reveal a large neat room, if a bit empty. There was a futon fully prepared and laid out on the floor, as well as a dresser and wardrobe on opposite sides of the room, the closest to decoration being the rug on the floor.

“Sorry it’s not much, but I hope this is to your liking! The bathroom is on the left side and on the other side of the bathroom is my room if you need anything during the night!”

Katsumi blinked twice before fully registering the words. Sharing a bathroom. With Hana. Sure. They could do that. They totally wouldn’t like self implode or anything.

Her brain took a second to process the rest of the sentence.

“Wait what do you mean not much, the whole room is bigger than my father’s office this is more than enough. And I’ll keep the rest in mind.” She regained her composure soon enough. “Thanks again for taking me on such short notice.”

“Ah it’s no problem at all! I’m happy to help anytime especially if it’s a friend in need.”

Something in her stomach dropped a bit at being called a friend, but they tried (and failed) to crush the feeling. Like an annoyingly evasive fly. Or as her Father would say, a tiny enemy drone that refused to get destroyed.

“I’ll leave you to unpack! Call me if you need anything!”

And with that, Katsumi was left alone in the entirely too large guest room.

Well. They should probably just start unpacking her luggage instead of whatever the hell their emotions were doing.

-~~——————————————————~~-

After unpacking what little luggage they had, namely their practice clothing from rehearsal and some essentials they’d brought back from the dorms. They made her way to the living room in search of Hana or Isomi, getting lost on the way several times.

Instead of being greeted by someone she was hoping for, they instead had found the people she’d been dreading seeing most despite having met several times. Their parents. Thankfully only Otogari-san had seemed to be awake. Though they doubted he could get up with both his shoulders and lap being hogged by two grown men and an elderly dog.

Otogari-san seemed to have finally noticed her. “Ah, hello Hirano-san, Hana told me you’d be visiting. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

She walked over and shook his awkwardly stretched hand. Even despite the amount of times they’d met him it never got any less nerve wracking. “Likewise a pleasure Sir Otogari-san.”

If there’d been one thing they’d learned from their fathers it had been to put on a polite face, even in the face of fear. Well. That fear was supposed to be more dramatic situations like business meeting and the like and not talking with your crush’s dad. But close enough.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink? Tea perhaps or biscuits?”

“Ah no I’m quite alright.” Katsumi said, trying to avoid the hospitality. Also they quite doubted he’d be able to get up at the moment.

“Are you sure? Theres chips as well if you’d prefer a snack.”

That did actually sound really appealing…. but she had a mission to focus on. “Ah no I swear it’s quite alright, if I do need something I’ll inform you.” Actually they’re more likely to ask Isomi. But it’s the thought that counts. “Though If I may ask, where is Hana-chan?”

A single raised eyebrow at the use of both the first name and casual suffix. “She should be in the backyard, could I trouble you to tell her dinner is almost ready?”

“Of course sir! Leave it to me!” Katsumi said, saluting and trying not to leave too quickly.

Though they could’ve sworn they heard a small whisper along the lines of youth and love, alongside another voice muttering stars above, she chose to ignore that instead.

-~~——————————————————~~-

“- I don’t know maybe I’m just looking into it too much… Oh! Hello Hirano-senpai!” Hana said, quickly getting startled halfway through petting her horse, causing a dismayed neigh.

Katsumi jogged up to Hana.

“You don’t have to adress me so formally outside of work hours, just call me Katsumi Hana-chan~” Katsumi said, emphasizing each syllable of the other’s name.

“Ah sorry Katsumi-senpai.. i’ll try my best!” The use of a first name and the determination in Hana’s words caused Katsumi’s heart to skip a beat.

“Well as long as you’re trying. Otogari-sama asked if I could call you in for dinner”

“Oh. Well I’m done with feeding the horses so we can go back together.” Hana said with a small smile.

She started walking, so Katsumi followed her in lieu of an answer. The atmosphere was starting to get unbearable awkward, so an attempt at small talk was made.

“…So how are the horses doing?” Katsumi asked.

“They’re doing well! Isomi’s been taking good care of them!” Hana replied happily.

Ofcourse. Hana may have liked horses but isomi’s a way bigger fan. Fuckkk.

“Good to hear, how’s the garden doing?”

Jackpot. Within minutes Hana had started a long monologue on the current status on all her different plants. It was pretty endearing to hear her talking about her plants so passionately. She seemed especially happy with how her tomatoes were growing.

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The food smelled great.

It’s always strange to see just how… affectionate Isomi and Hana’s parents are. Not that Katsumi’s parents weren’t they just had a… strange way of showing it. But that wasn’t the important thing right now, so.

They averted their eyes away from Otogari-San and Kanzaki-san’s lovey doveyness and instead looked at the food in front of them at the food. A Persian dish, though she hadn’t asked the name yet. It smelled absolutely amazing. That might be influenced a tiny bit by the fact that it’d been hours since she ate but they couldn’t wait to eat it.

Suddenly Katsumi felt a hand on their shoulder, they damn near jumped out of their skin before turning around and finding Isomi with a predictably shit eating grin.

“Fucking hell you scared the shit out of me. How do you sneak up on people so well??” They exclaimed.

“It’s a secret.” Isomi said, still grinning. It was starting to get a bit unnerving in all honesty.

“Well don’t do it then. What did you even do that for?”

“Oh baba wanted me to ask why you’re just standing there. Dinner’s literally on the table c’mon.” Which was the final warning Katsumi got before being dragged by Isomi to the dining table, and being shoved into a seat, in between Hana and Isomi.

The food was unbelievably good, Koobideh kebab with Japanese style rice and curry. The bits of saffron sprinkled on top enhanced the flavor and Katsumi was tempted to ask for the recipe.

But before they could do that all three of the parents had already left to do their respective tasks. Oogami-San was doing the dishes, Kanzaki-San went to walk the dog, and Otogari-San went to do something completely unknown and just gave a glance at Isomi and Hana that Katsumi is fairly sure was supposed to mean something.

The silence was broken by Hana, asking Katsumi if they wanted to play any games, or perhaps go outside and enjoy the rain for a bit, so they, along with Isomi ended up playing a few rounds of cards before retreating to bed.

Which is how Katsumi ended up where they are now, staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep. Closing their eyes every few minutes just to hear a loud clap of thunder, the rainstorm from earlier having turned to a full on thunderstorm.

There wouldn’t be a problem of course had Katsumi not been scared of thunderstorms. What an embarrassing situation to happen right as they were staying the night at their friend’s house.

Eventually they couldn’t bear staring at the ceiling much longer, and it was impossible to focus on the book on her phone is such conditions, so they decided to brace themself and to visit Isomi’s room. Only to walk past and to hear Isomi snoring so loudly it could be mistaken for the thunder itself. Most definitely a no-go.

So they braved the great unknown and decided to go to Hana’s room instead. Katsumi could see a small lamp shining from outside, so they knocked.

Katsumi heard quiet footsteps before the door opened, revealing a very awake Hana.

“Hi Hana I uhm. Well I.” Katsumi stumbled over her words as they tried to figure out how to explain themself. “I wanted to ask if.” A sudden clap of thunder sounded and they froze.

Hana looked understanding, and let Katsumi in without hearing out their attempted explanation.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, slipping a hand onto theirs. Katsumi’s heart skipped a beat.

Katsumi sighed. Might as well be honest. “No, I’m not.. a big fan of storms.”

Hana didn’t press further. “Do you want to sleep here perhaps?” She asked, smiling lightly.

They nodded, and Hana shuffled the bedding a bit to make more room for Katsumi. Katsumi’s face burned as they laid down next to her, hugging her tight whenever a particularly loud clap seemed to resonate through the room.

Eventually, the pair fell asleep, when morning came the two were found cuddled up together by Kanzaki Souma, who simply smiled and closed the door again.

[doriansredroses]

Fuck my life. I hate everything despite the fact that my abusive dad isn’t home anymore. I’ve learned that I won’t be happy until I move out from my stupid household. Oh, and I’m drifting away from a best friend on here because all they talk about is how their life sucks, how they want to kill themself, how I should drop out of school, and how I should take out student loans if I don’t drop out.

And then there’s my other friend who’s not going to even be available because she’s swamped and now we’ll probably not get to write that collab I’ve been wanting to do for ages. Maybe instead I’ll just force myself to write my novella and stay off here because I have no escape from the misery. I don’t even think she has time for me anymore at this point.

My brother is a shithead and stole the bathroom soap and laughed at me once I got angry. Sometimes I wish I could scream at him and not get in trouble for once. I also don’t even get time for self care anymore because I have to provide a lot for my family now. I even have to chauffer at my brother’s birthday party and sit there for three hours because I’m too anxious to drive home by myself and then come back to pick everyone up by myself. I was hoping I’d actually get the house to myself and bake cookies while binging tv shows because my brother hogs the tv and I never get to use the big screen.

School is a mess. No one is listening to me when I say that the testing room makes me feel like I’m having a panic attack. I had to surrender so I don’t fail the classes that I hardly have a chance at passing anyways because of these exams. I’ve lost hope. My relationship with my once nice dad is ruined as well. I just can’t escape the pain.

[gathersroses]

‘✩’ snowboy and gussie

DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice? gussie. who threatens to leave but never actually does? gussie.   who actually keeps their word and leaves? gussie, but she comes right back. who trashes the house? snowboy. do either of them get physical? never at each other. how often do they argue/disagree? a good chunk of the time to be honest, but they make up to each other in their ways. who is the first to apologize? snowboy.

FAMILY.

do your muses plan on having children/or have children? gussie isn't. if so, how many children do your muses want/have? snowboy dies before they can talk about it. who is the favorite parent? gussie. who is the authoritative parent? gussie. who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? snowboy. who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? snowboy. who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? gussie.  who goes to parent-teacher interviews? gussie and she's passive aggressive at them. who changes the diapers? gussie. who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? gussie. who spends the most time with the children? gussie only because she's the mom/snowboy is dead. who packs their lunch boxes? gussie. who gives their children ‘the talk’? gussie. who cleans up after the kids? gussie. who worries the most? gussie by default. who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? snowboy.

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle? snowboy. who is the little spoon? gussie. who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? gussie. who struggles to keep their hands to themself? snowboy. how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? gussie isn't the most touchy person, so she can only last a few minutes. who gives the most kisses? snowboy. what is their favorite non-sexual activity? drugs. being rude to people. knowing that they're better than everyone else. where is their favorite place to cuddle? at the movie theater in the back row before they make out instead of watching the movie. who is more likely to playfully grope the other? gussie. how often do they get time to themselves? they make time.

SLEEPING.

who snores? if both do, who snores the loudest? both of them. snowboy. do they share a bed or sleep separately? if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? they sleep separately. who talks in their sleep? snowboy. what do they wear to bed? gussie wears a nightgown. are either of your muses insomniacs? no. can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? can't afford them. do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? side by side. who wakes up with bed hair? snowboy. who wakes up first? gussie. who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? gussie would spill it all over snowboy if she tried. what is their favorite sleeping position? gussie sleeps face down in a plank. who hogs the sheets? snowboy. do they set an alarm each night? gussie doesn't. can a television be found in their bedroom? no they can't afford it. who has nightmares? snowboy. who has ridiculous dreams? gussie. who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? snowboy. who makes the bed?  gussie. what time is bed time?  no set bedtime. any routines/rituals before bed? they talk about how much better they are than everyone else. who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? snowboy.

WORK.

who is the busiest? snowboy literally has gang activity to do. and jobs. who rakes in the highest income? gussie. are any of your muses unemployed? no. who takes the most sick days? gussie because she doesn't work in great conditions. who is more likely to turn up late to work? gussie. who sucks up to their boss? neither. what are their jobs? snowboy works odd jobs and gussie works in an assembly line in a factory. who stresses the most? neither. do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? gussie hates her job. are your muses financially stable? no.

HOME.

who does the washing? gussie. who takes out the trash? snowboy. who does the ironing? gussie. who does the cooking? gussie. who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? snowboy. who is messier?  snowboy. who leaves the toilet roll empty? snowboy. who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? gussie. who forgets to flush the toilet? neither. who is the prankster around the house? gussie at times. who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? no car. who mows the lawn? no lawn. who answers the telephone? no money, no telephone. who does the vacuuming? no vacuum. who does the groceries? neither because they don't live together, but it would be gussie. who takes the longest to shower? gussie. who spends the most time in the bathroom? snowboy.

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem? yep. how many cars do they own? they have no money. do they own their home or do they rent? rent. do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? neither. do they live in the city or in the country?  city. do they enjoy their surroundings? uh, the demolition is their surroundings so. what’s their song? to be decided. what do they do when they’re away from each other? drugs, being mean to people, etc. where did they first meet? at a dance. how did they first meet? they were kind of persuaded to dance with each other by the older jets and girls. they thought that they would be good together ( and they were annoying them a little bit ) so they ended up dancing and talking and hitting it off. who spends the most money when out shopping? they don't have money :( who’s more likely to flash their assets? neither got any assets. who finds it amusing when the other trips over? gussie would laugh if snowboy fell over i'm sorry. any mental issues? YEAH. who’s terrified of bugs? neither. who kills the spiders around the house? both of them. their favorite place? the back of doc's, in a booth. who pays the bills? gussie would. do they have any fears for their future? yeah. who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? bold of you to assume they could afford a fancy dinner. who uses up all of the hot water?  neither. who’s the tallest? snowboy. who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? gussie would. who wanders around in their underwear? snowboy. who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? gussie Does Not sing. what do they tease each other about? anything really. who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? gussie cringes at everyone's fashion sense. do they have mutual friends? the jets and the girls. who crushed first?  gussie but she doesn't like to talk about it. any alcohol or substance related problems? YUP. who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? snowboy, but idk if he's drunk if you know what i mean. :( who swears the most? snowboy.

[acradelius]

Could a request an NSFW fic of the junker boys reacting to the reader getting a tramp stamp of their names tattooed on them?

"Oo, A Tramp Stamp You Say?~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairings: Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) x Reader, Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat) x Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Tramp Stamps, Slight Possessiveness, Implied! Ownership Kink, Spanking, Doggy Style Position, Nickname Usage, Slight Aggressiveness, Cum On Body

Word Count: 1,131 Words

Author's Note: I have never wanted a tramp stamp till now

[ MAKO / ROADHOG ]

There are some things that need to be taken into consideration whenever thinking about getting something as permanent as a tattoo, especially when the theme revolves around Mako. First, how long has the relationship with Mako been going on for? If the relationship isn’t much of a serious one or hasn’t been going on for quite some time now, then he most likely would be against (Y/N) getting a tattoo that revolves around him on themself. Next, he would like to discuss the detailing of the tattoo that (Y/N) is wanting to get. He’ll admit that he’s not wanting to control what (Y/N) can or cannot get, it’s their body anyways, he just doesn’t want to cause harm to (Y/N) if someone was to recognize aspects of the tattoo that are related to him. If the detailing focuses more on his “Roadhog” persona, then he’s not as worried about it as the people know more of “Roadhog” and that he’s not an individual to be fucked around with. Yet, if the detailing focuses more on his own person, “Mako”, he’d be a bit more concerned as there’s still some individuals from his past that still have a grudge.

Whenever Mako finally comes home from his extended work mission, about two to three weeks after (Y/N) having gotten the tattoo, he’s quite curious as to what the tattoo might consist of seeing that (Y/N) would deny sending him pictures of it, stating that they would prefer to see his reaction. He’s able to catch a glimpse of color, raising an eyebrow at the placement of the tattoo, before walking towards (Y/N) who was bent over to draw themself a bath and rested his hands upon their hips. It’s then that he’s finally given permission to view the tattoo, chuckling as he gently tugs down their pants and lets them fall to the floor. Initially his first reaction is silence, thumb brushing across the tattoo as Mako takes the sight of it in. Observing the tattoo, the centerpiece of it is quite identical to the tattoo that he has upon his stomach, but instead of “Wild Hog Power” the wording had been replaced with “Mako’s Little Piggy”. On each side happens to be his scrap gun, along with his hook and chain being shot from the guns to complete the tattoo.

It’s not long after that he’s dragged (Y/N) into the bed, their ass up in the air all while their face is buried into the mattress to muffle the moans leaving their lips. Mako’s thrusts are painstakingly slow as he continues to look down at the tramp-stamp, thumb brushing across it as his intrusive thoughts begin to kick in. “You like everyone knowing who you belong to, Little Piggy?~ Letting everyone know that you’re Daddy Pig’s little whore?~ Walking around with his mark~” His thrusting pace increases, one hand gripping tightly onto (Y/N)’s hip all while the other one trails across the tattoo down to their asshole and then back again. He starts with spanking, chuckling and groaning at watching (Y/N) squirm and jolt at the impact, all while continuing to back themself against Mako’s cock. “Hmm~ How about we leave some more markings for everyone to see who you belong to?~ Let’s see how long it’ll take for all those Junkers to realize you belong to me forever now~”

[ JAMISON / JUNKRAT ]

While Jamison is an individual that’s somewhat familiar with getting and having tattoos, seeing that he’s got a various amount of them himself, he doesn’t really understand what a tramp stamp is till (Y/N) is able to explain it to him. When he finally processes the idea of a tramp stamp, and with you bending over to show him where exactly it would be placed at, he becomes all excited and bouncy. He spends the next couple of minutes with (Y/N) in front of a body length mirror, having them pose as he tries to imagine them with a tramp stamp. Yet, when it’s mentioned that (Y/N) wants to have the tramp stamp detailed around Jamison, this man almost cums in his shorts right then and there. Despite that Jamison isn’t the brightest person around he knows that getting something about another person, especially your significant other, is a major sign for a relationship. He doesn’t have a ring to propose to (Y/N) right then and there so he proposes the idea of the both of them going and getting tramp stamps together. 

Brainstorming and trying to visualize ideas ends up taking a vast majority of their downtime or free time whenever not being on work missions or having to deal with Junkers trying to steal their stuff. There’s a good amount of the time that Jamison will just go ahead and blurt out whatever idea decides to pop within his mind, seeing that if he doesn’t get it out into the open right then and there that he will most likely forget what he was thinking about. “Hey, Firecracker! How about I add that toothpaste that you use? Or! Or, how about that delicious sandwich you made for me for lunch some time ago!” It takes some time for (Y/N) to get him to realize that not everything about your partner needs to be on a tattoo, just some of the most important aspects.

He’s unable to focus his attention onto anything else whenever he catches sight of (Y/N)’s tramp stamp, a devious smirk forming on his face of how they have a mark of him now, a sign to show all those other Junkers that (Y/N) is his - no, belongs to him. Only ever will Jamison will be the one to view it within the positions that they’re both in: (Y/N) having their ass up in the air, swaying it from side to side, all while making sure to take Jamison’s cock like a good Firecracker they are~ His fingers trace the shapes around the rip tire that served as the centerpiece for the tramp stamp, then at the “Jamison Fawkes” that was circling around the rip tire itself. Just having seen his name now permanently on (Y/N) skin was enough to send shivers throughout his body, causing him to quicken the pace of his thrusts. His fingers would then trace the dotted lines showing the trajectory of his bombs, giggling softly as they had mini cartoony explosions behind them. It’s all enough to cause him to cum, but instead of cumming inside like he normally does, he proceeds to pull his cock out of (Y/N) and cum all over their tramp stamp, giggling like a mad man. “Mm, Firecracker~ It’s a good reminder of who you belong to~”

[the-sugar-crash]

How the Redacted Boys Would be as Gym Buddies HC

I had a tough workout today, so this is what I thought of to distract myself.

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David: A great gym buddy. He makes a great spotter, but will leave you in the dust when it comes to deadlifts. He likes to deadlift because he likes being able to carry his partner. Also he has 100% asked you to sit on his back while he does push ups. Sometimes he'll do one arm when he wants to show off. 10/10

Asher: A decent gym buddy. He likes to goof off and try to make you smile. He strikes me like they type of guy whos prefered work out is running or cardio. Also just dance Totally counts as a workout. 8/10

Milo: Another great gym buddy. He doesn't look like it, but he's almost as strong as David. He likes to do squats with heavy weights, and his butt looks amazing. The whole gym stares in envy when he passes. 9/10

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Gavin: He alright. He wears obnoxiously short shorts to distract you while you work out, and definitely likes to take selfies in the mirror, but overall pretty good. He also drags you into those selfies, even when you're gross and sweaty, but he insists you look amazing. Also expect at least two jokes about him knowing a better way to 'workout'. Prev. 7/10

Lasko: A very good gym buddy, even if he's not the best a working out. Would he rather be home watching nerdy movies? Yes. But he definitely will tag along if you ask him too. Also a very healthy gym partner, because he knows when to ask for help when he's spotting a the weight that's too much for him. Remember kids, asking for help is nothing to be ashamed of. Also he doesn't have a lot of gym clothes, so sometimes he has to wear pajamas. He would definitely give you a light breeze to help you cool down. Less of a gym buddy, and more a gym cheerleader, but we love that for him. 10/10 for effort

Damien: A good gym buddy. Very reliable. However he likes to go in the mornings, and he likes to run. Each to his own I suppose. 8/10

Huxley: The best gym buddy. The gym buddy to end all gym buddies. You may get embarrassed lifting next to him, but he will hype you up every single time. Doesn't matter if it's 50 lbs or 500 lbs, Hux is there rooting for you. Whenever you hit a new PR he offers to buy lunch. Also a very attentive spotter, he eyes never leave you until the bar is safely back on the rack, then he'll give you a high five and tell you how great you did. 100/10

Kody: Would not recommend as a gym buddy. Will gaslight you into thinking you can't lift your weights, and keeps trying to criticize your form, but all of his comments are wrong. Don't listen to him or you'll blow your back out, and not in the fun way. -3/10

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Vincent: Vincent is too pretty to sweat. 5/10

Sam: Vamps don't need to go the gym, considering he can probably lift a car, but when his partner likes to work out their anger, he likes to supervise to make sure they don't strain themself. Needless to say he can spot you no matter what weight you're doing. 7/10

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Ollie: Another great gym buddy! You two make a great pair, and he's nice to talk to while you work out. 9/10

Aaron: Also a good choice. Although he will hog the little roller to help roll out your muscles, but honestly poor boy is so tense he needs it. 8/10

Elliott: He prefers to work out outdoors instead of in the gym. Will also just carry you around and insist it's his workout. But he's very supportive and makes a great gym buddy. 9/10

[lemonandlime22]

Replaced au Mc

(Part 1) Part 2 (part 3) (part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (part 7) (part 8)

Words: 774

Gn!Mc

Based off ‘Adventure is out there’ by AJR

Warnings: cussing

A/N: Not much angst this part. Btw this takes place like 3 or so years after Mc first arrives in the Devildom.

taglist: @gallantys @transparentyouthwombat @crystal-freak24 @niallerhere @flowervalerian @queenanon

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You couldn’t put the book down for the rest of the night. You fought the best you could to stay awake, but you lost that battle quickly. Sadly you were only able to stay awake long enough to read some of the Devildom chapter, but even that little amount of information was fascinating, you never thought that the Devildom was so vast and big with all the mythical creatures you used to believe were just story’s.

“Mc? You in there?”

You jumped a little at the call of your name from behind the door but quickly responded.

“Yeah I am. Come on in”

You didn’t need to ask who it was, you knew it was Tomo, even if they didn’t say anything, they were really the only person in the house that knocked, or even came to your room.

Tomo quickly ushered into the room, closing the door behind them.

“Are you okay? I was knocking for a while. Did you not here me?” Tomo said with a worried tone.

“Yeah I’m fine” You smiled and shimmed your way out of the bed covers, opting to sit on top of them instead. “I was just distracted with this book I found last night” you said, gesturing to the book then patting the spot next to you for them to sit. They happily obliged, silently cuddling into you once they sat down.

They had always been quite physically affectionate towards you, for some reason they never really did it with anyone else,

‘maybe I’m were just really good at it’ you always told yourself.

you never minded the physical affection much, they were always good at reading subtle cues, so they knew when you would get uncomfortable, and would stop.

“I can tell you didn’t get much sleep, I’m assuming from the book. It must be really good if it had hogged your attention this much.” They chuckled, grabbing the book. “What’s it about?”

They say as they examine the cover, a bright sky blending down to a captivating mountain terrain then a dark ocean, it was a beautiful cover, you could stare at it for hours.

Tomo chuckles to themself after they read the title, realizing that it was self explanatory, yet still stayed quiet letting you answer the question.

“Oh! It is so cool! Did you know that there are real griffins in Devildom?!” You jumped up in excitement, taking the book from Tomo to show them the photo.

You were almost out of breath with how much you explained to Tomo. You felt like you could go back to sleep, who knew getting this excited would drain your energy so much.

Tomo giggled at your current state. You just huffed, lightheadedly glaring at them.

“Anyway, did you need me or something?” You asked changing the subject.

“Oh right, I nearly forgot. I wanted to talk to you about last night..” Tomo said with a guilty expression. You sighed, you knew they would feel bad about you staying behind, they always have, no mater the circumstance.

“You know I don’t mind staying behind, besides we can have movie night tonight if your up for it” You say nudging their side.

You then hear a heavy sigh.

“Ok, we can do that” They say, but you could tell they wanted to say something else.

“If you want to do something else I’m fine with that” you say, thinking that might have been the problem.

“Huh? Oh no that’s not it. It’s- just..” they’re words trailed off for a moment.

“It’s nothing” they say begrudgingly. But before you could push it, they get up and walk to the door about to leave.

“See you tonight” their tone completely changed to a more cheerful one. But once again, before you could say goodbye they closed the door.

‘Why were they so upset?’ Before you could think any longer on the matter your DDD rang.

‘Why does everyone keep interrupting me today???’

As you were about to answer it you saw it was Solomon.

‘Why is he calling me this early in the da-‘

“OH SHIT-“

You were supposed to have an early lesson today with him. You quickly answered. Before he could say anything you shouted,

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot! Im getting dressed now!” You grabbed some random clothes from your dresser.

Solomon chuckled at your clearly flustered voice,

“Ok I’ll let you off the hook this time. See you soon”

You said a quick thank you then hung up and finished getting dressed.

‘Oh right I should probably ask Solomon about this’ you think looking at the book still laying on the bed.

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