#just a quick thingy I whipped up

[catparty41]

Flightless birds

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

The trouble with cones

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, December 2023 edition

Prompt: pine, 508 words

Rated: M

CW: Explicit language

Tags: Coffee shop owner Steve; Tattoo studio owner Eddie; Flirting; Teasing; Sexual Tension

(Everything goes under the cut bc Eddie jumps right to the important question.)

“Is that a butt plug?”

Steve pinches his nose and heaves a long-suffering sigh. Tries to steel himself for the sight awaiting him. Turns and realizes he failed.

Eddie is leaning in the door of his tattoo studio, mouth curled into a cocky grin. Sleeves rolled up, like the cold doesn't bother him at all, revealing lean forearms covered in ink. Snowflakes gathering in his hair, stark white against the dark curls.

“Fucking hilarious,” Steve rolls his eyes, just barely remembers to cap his window marker before he tugs his freezing hands into his armpits. “Don't you have better things to do?”

“Well…” Eddie's eyes crinkle. “I'm not the one drawing a butt plug on my window.”

“It's a pine cone!” Steve sputters, face lighting up like a furnace. It stings in the frosty air. “Jesus fuck- it's supposed to look festive, why would I draw a butt plug?”

Eddie watches him gesture at the cursed creation he has spent the last thirty minutes slaving over with an expression full of fond indulgence. When Steve signed the contract for his quaint little coffee shop, he wondered why there were no other bidders for the place …

“See, I wondered, but who am I to kink shame you?”

He is beginning to suspect the reason now.

“It is a pine cone,” he insists lamely. “It even has the- what d'you call them? The little nub thingies!”

Eddie quirks a brow. Steve turns and looks at his work.

“Oh fuck,” he groans.

Eddie pulls some hair in front of his mouth, but his shoulders are shaking treacherously. Steve thinks he dies, just a little.

“Here, lemme help.”

Eddie's hands are warm as he steals the marker from his stiff fingers. He whips his bandana from his back pocket to wipe the embarrassing evidence of Steve's total lack of artistic talent off the window, and then-

Then he works his magic. Steve watches him bounce to and fro before the glass like a manic blur of creative energy, brow furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out from between plush lips.

When he steps away, Steve doesn't say anything for a second. Too mesmerized by the image Eddie has thrown together with those quick, efficient strokes of his wrist. A steaming mug of coffee, surrounded by a cluster of artfully scattered pine cones, baubles and twinkling lights dangling above.

“Thanks,” he finally manages to croak. “It's… That really wasn't-”

And then Eddie grabs his arm and pushes back the sleeve of his sweater and he forgets what words are.

“Did you…” he squawks when he finally remembers. “Did you just write on my arm with window marker?”

“Yup,” Eddie says proudly, tugging the marker into Steve’s back pocket. “So that you know where to find me. In case you ever need my assistance with any conical objects again.”

He winks, and then he's skipping into his studio. Steve stays outside and stares at the numbers on his arm for a long time. The snow falls around him, but suddenly he isn't cold anymore.

Part 2

[gumycandyyy]

୨♡ "Ａｔ Ｙｏｕｒ Ｂｅｃｋ Ａｎｄ Ｃａｌｌ" ♡୧

Trying out a oneshot! Or something like that idk.

Winter King x reader

Romantic

GN reader

RQ: nah fam, I accept requests though!

Word count: 1390

No use of y/n

Summary: You're adventuring through this interesting little world, and find yourself in a snowstorm. Next thing you know, you're in some kind of ice palace. What happened?

Walking through the snow, you look up into the sky. Cloudy. Best be quick.

A chilly breeze sneaks through the fabric of your shirt and deep into your bones. It would've been better if you'd brought a jacket. Though you didn't think your wish prepared you for that.

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"I wish..."

"You better think about this hard, dude. You only get one."

"Okay, okay. I wish... Hm..."

"Want a pickle?"

You agreed to Prismo's offer, gladly taking the snack. You crunched while you thought. Man, these were good pickles.

"Okay man, I'll admit I got nowhere to be, but you were kinda interrupting me. I was watching TV."

You tell Prismo that he can watch while you think, as you hadn't thought you would make it this far. He shrugged, and pressed a button on his remote.

You saw him flipping through channels rapidly, looking for one in particular.

"Hey, Prismo."

"Hm?"

"Are those just.. Shows? Or-"

"Oh, they're universes. Y'know, the multiverse theory right? I just get to watch everything. Perks of being an omnipresent god-type thing."

You think about your wish for another few moments. You snapped your fingers, and Prismo paused the TV.

"You know what you want?"

You nodded, rubbing your hands together.

"I wish that I-" "Be descriptive. Just in case, Y'know?"

You sighed with an exasperated smile. Taking a deep breath, you asked your question.

"I wish that I had the ability to travel freely and safely through the multiverse at will."

Prismo coughed loudly, as if choking on something. He took a deep breath, sighing.

"Okay, okay. So- I actually don't know if I'm allowed to do that."

"sigh."

"Did- did you just say 'sigh'?"

Prismo shook his question off, and sighed himself. He explained to you what he was and wasn't allowed to do, and how you were in a gray area of the rules. He finally shrugged.

"What could go wrong?"

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly you weren't in the time-cube-thingy anymore. You were in a grassy field. You felt something in the back of your pocket, and bringing it out, you saw a small pocket watch.

There was a note folded up and taped to the back of it. The handwriting was almost too small to see.

Yo, this thing is weird, right? Just wind the clock when you wanna change universes.

Don't break it.

I'm serious, this thing is expensive.

So armed with nothing but your wit and a pocketwatch, you traversed throughout the multiverse.

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You wished that you would've added 'immortality' to Prismo's wish.

The wind was picking up, whipping your hair around. You looked into the sky, seeing the clouds grow dark, and snow beginning to sprinkle. It was almost astounding how quickly the weather could change.

A few stray snowflakes blew straight into your mouth as you breathed in, causing you to cough. The wind whipped through you, and the snow fell into your eyes. The sky was as dark as ever, and the snow clumping to your feet made it hard to walk.

You wish you thought of bringing a jacket.

You really wish you thought of bringing a jacket.

It didn't even occur to you to leave this universe, you were too cold to think. Stumbling around in this white wasteland, you wondered if there were any towns nearby.

Just as you thought of that, you saw a light in the distance. Struggling to climb up an embarrassingly small hill, you saw a glowing little town next to a palace probably around a quarter mile away. It looked to be made of ice, but that might just be you blurred vision.

You staggered through the snow, just trying to make it to the town.

You stop in place when you realize you can't feel a single thing in your body. Breathing in deep through your nose and cringing at the chilled air, you decided to use up the last of your energy to get to that little town as quickly as possible.

Bringing your arms up and crossing them, you tried to keep as much warmth to your chest as possible. After getting within about 100 paces to the town, you were ready to collapse. You heard light and seasonal music playing from the town, and hummed along deliriously.

People were ice skating on a small lake near you, and you tried to call for help.

But you couldn't get out more than a whisper.

Collapsing into the snow, your vision blurred and darkened. Just as you were about to lose consciousness, you heard a voice.

"Ice scouts! Come help this-"

Then you were out.

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The next thing you knew, you were inside some glittering blue room. Was this place made of ice? Impossible, you were warm. Looking down, you saw that you were covered in blankets. Fluffy, Warm, blankets... You almost wanted to fall back asleep...

You sat up quickly, realizing you didn't know where you were. You then heard a soft voice from your bedside.

"Oh, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

You looked to your side, seeing a man sitting in a chair, reading some book. You couldn't see its title. The man had light blue skin, white hair, a long nose, and sparkling eyes.

You noticed he was dressed quite elegantly, and a crown sat atop his head.

"Who are you?"

He blinked for a moment, and laughed softly while slapping his forehead. He stood up, brushing himself off.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is the Winter King. You'd passed out in the snow when my ice scouts and I were not but twenty feet away from you!"

You introduced yourself,and tried to remember what exactly happened, but couldn't. You just had to take the Winter King's word for it.

Wait..

Winter King.

You quickly apologized for being so nonchalant with royalty, but Winter King stopped you.

"Oh, no need for such formalities. You are a guest. It's my duty to serve you. If it would make you feel better, you may just call me Winter."

He sat down again, looking at you. Not in a creepy way, just... curious.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. The air was cold, but not nearly as dreadful as the blizzard outside. You then realized something strange. You asked Winter why it hadn't been pouring snow in the town. He laughs softly, smiling gently at your question.

Man, he was pretty.

"Oh, my dear, I have control over this domain. From every ice sculpture to every snowflake. While sometimes I cannot control the weather, I can however, keep it from affecting my town."

From your basic understanding of magic logic, this seemed plausible enough. You went to stand up, but suddenly felt very fatigued, your legs wavering. Winter stood up from his seat, ready to catch you if need be.

You cleared your throat, sitting down. Only then did you realize how much your throat hurt. You coughed for a moment, trying to get this scratchy feeling out. Winter noticed what you were doing, then gently clapped his hands. A person- looking to be made out of ice- skated into the room, holding a tray with a glass of water on it.

You thanked the little ice servant, and thanked Winter.

Winter seemed a little perplexed that you thanked the servant, but carried on, as it wasn't anything to fuss about.

"I see you're sick. Sometimes I can forget that people aren't immune to the effects of my wondrous realm."

He seemed to be really proud of his little winter wonderland. You looked out a massive window to see the town below.

The town.

You were in the castle.

Huh.

"However, I am more than willing to aid you throughout your journey to regain your health!"

This man cannot be real. He's so incredibly kind! You've never really met any royalty, but you guessed that Winter was pretty much the nicest king in history.

You sneezed into your elbow, then cleared your throat once again.

"Rest for now, my dear. Though, if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask. I am at your beck and call."

Winter bowed, then gracefully slid out of the room. You forgot the floor was made of ice. Snuggling into the plush pillows and multiple blankets, you closed your eyes,

and drifted off.

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My first Winter King oneshot! This was so fun to make. Tell me if you'd like a part two!

reblog for a beginner writer?

Your complimentary WK fanart ^^

Please send asks! I love writing prompts!

[feroluce]

Belobog was my fave main quest but a lot of it is so. Contradictory. It's like they had multiple groups doing different shit and none of them checked in with each other for consistency. And you see this so much in Gepard's profile.

So in the main quest, they made him unfailingly, unquestionably loyal to Cocolia. Gepard's character arc is him learning to question authority etc etc. And this isn't even a bad thing; that's a story worth telling! It makes good conflict between him and Serval! And I love that we got Gepard as a boss battle and I get to see him all the time in SU!

But then you look at his character stories and it's like. The complete opposite.

According to his profile, Gepard has already HAD this awakening, long before the Astral Express, and he'd already decided Cocolia sucks. Even outside of his stories, there's a pretty damning readable between him and Pela.

He even disobeyed direct orders right in front of her- he has been disobeying orders for a while now!

So I've decided I'm marrying the two different sides of this into a 1.5k fic-ish thingy, because I think there's some fun potential there with Gepard not trusting Cocolia, but still having to pretend to be a good obedient little soldier.

Anyway. I love to think of it as like. Gepard knows Cocolia has sunk into her apathy. He can see it in her eyes every time he looks at her. She doesn't care. Not about him, not about Pela, not about all his soldiers on the frontlines giving their lives to protect the citizens. And that's... It makes him bristle a bit, but ok. Gepard can deal with this. Even if Cocolia no longer cares, as long as she does her job then it's fine. Having compassion behind an action doesn't matter as much as the action itself. If Cocolia's heart is no longer swayed, then he'll just have to care twice as hard to pick up the slack. He considers it part of his duty as a captain of the guard anyway. It's fine. Gepard can deal with it.

And then, Cocolia starts coming down to the restricted zone. Issuing direct orders.

And Gepard realizes he is in way over his head.

Because Cocolia orders him to stay back and issue commands from the ramparts, away from all his comrades, away from where he can protect them.

Gepard had thought nothing could be as bad as watching a fellow guard die right next to him. But the first time he watches someone struck by a killing blow, so far away, it hurts. Every defensive scar across his arms itches, his fingers curl in want of a weapon, the cold cannot numb his hands enough as they desperately ache for his shield. It hurts.

Gepard tries to find any reason to stay. Because surely... He knows Cocolia has lost her love for her people, but surely... She wouldn't...

One day, Cocolia orders for their gunners to advance 20 yards. There are no survivors. She almost looks like she smiles.

Gepard doesn't sleep that night.

Pela brings him the report at the end of the first month; and then the month after that, and the month after that. A significant uptick in losses, and all of it started on that first day Cocolia started overriding his authority and issuing her own orders. The ends of Gepard's pens have all been nearly chewed off. Pela outright calls Cocolia an idiot, and Gepard corrects her. Cocolia isn't an idiot. Gepard had known her through Serval, knew her through all her college years and then some, and he knows how intelligent she is. It's not that she's stupid, and it's not that she's inexperienced, it's nothing of the sort.

Cocolia knows exactly what she's doing.

She must, there's no way she could make such a horrible mess of things so badly by accident. And Pela, quick as a whip, sharp as a tack, always too smart for her own good, catches onto the meaning behind Gepard's correction without any further prompting. The tent goes deathly quiet, nothing but the wind howling outside.

"...She's trying to kill us," Pela whispers, her voice swiftly suffocated by the silence.

Gepard swallows. He can't bring himself to correct her this time. There is nothing he could say that he would actually mean.

His gaze drops, back down to his desk and the reports on it. The names aren't listed, just the numbers, but Gepard knows them, knew them, and there must be something wrong, something he's missing, because why, why would she-? What could this possibly accomplish-?

“Gepard! Focus!” Something snaps right under his nose, and Gepard startles, eyes instantly honing in on Pela's irritated face as she leans over his desk. She holds his gaze for a moment before she huffs and begins to pace, wedges a knuckle between her teeth and bites like Gepard hasn't seen her do since cadet school.

Pela angrily strides from one end of his tent to the other, words hissed between her grit teeth. “What are we going to do?” In the dim lighting, Gepard can just barely see the damp spot of blood weeping under her gloves. “We need a plan.”

“A plan?”

“Wh- Yes, a plan! Unless you want more people to die!” Pela rounds on him then, all the wrath of a blizzard, winds roaring and snow sharp enough to cut.

“We don't even know-”

“What does it matter?! She killed-!!” Pela cuts off with a garbled noise when Gepard leaps up from his desk, hastily shoves his hand over her mouth. The prosthetic, not the flesh one, because he knows better than to assume Pela won't seize the opportunity to leave teeth marks in his skin.

“You're right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry; you're right. But you need to keep quiet.” Pela quirks an eyebrow at him and Gepard can read the question in her face. “Because we both saw what she did to Serval,” he hisses.

It's amazing the snow plains haven't thawed out yet, the amount of heat Pela can put behind a glare. The mere mention of Serval, and the smoking ruins Cocolia had made of her life and career, have her bristling up like a riled cat. The sudden hot breath she takes fans fog across his metal skin, and Gepard wisely keeps it in place until Pela finally sighs and reaches up, taps her fingertips against the back of his hand.

The second she's free, Pela bats him away and then her knuckle is right back between her teeth again, Gepard leaning back against his desk with his arms crossed to watch her resume her pacing. “If we spread the word, she'll have us discharged and make sure we can't even touch the frontlines,” Pela's voice seethes like an open sore. Gepard nods but keeps his silence. He knows better than to get in her way.

“And if you and I are both out of the picture, Belobog is fucked.” A little harsher than how he would have put it, but there's no denying that they're both important to the city's survival. Pela has the restricted zone running as efficiently as ever, and Gepard had become the youngest captain on record for a reason. “We need to keep this tight under wraps, at least for now… It can't leak to anyone higher up the chain.” Another nod. “Serval might know other discontents…” Another n-

Gepard's head snaps up. “No.”

“No what?”

“No. We're not involving Serval in this.”

Somehow, even the same tone that leaves entire squadrons shaking in their boots has never worked on her. “You're not deciding that for her, Gepard.”

Pela hadn't seen the worst of it, though, back when his sister had just been banned from the Architects. Serval's pride hadn't allowed it. Pela wasn't the one to find her passed out bottle still in hand, hadn't been the one to wash the sick out of her hair or carry her to bed. 

Serval still has trouble thinking clearly when it comes to Cocolia, still can't quite bring herself to be objective. And Gepard maybe doesn't want her to be purely objective- but he would worry a lot less if she thought twice before she acted more often.

“At least let me be the one to bring it up to her.”

“Whatever, fine,” Pela gestures affirmatively at him as she paces past, and Gepard sighs. Good, at least that's one thing he can help.

From there, it's a lot of hemming and hawing and frustration. Cocolia has them under her boot, and Gepard and Pela both know it. Even with the way she's been cracking down on freedoms lately, Cocolia is still, overall, liked by the people. It's unlikely anyone would believe them. They don't even have solid proof, because most people don't know Cocolia as well as they do and won't see the clues in the same light. 

The Fragmentum has been ramping up in recent years, too. Everyone is struggling just to survive as is, they can't afford a fight on two fronts. Gepard is a damn good captain, one of the best for that matter. But they're at a massive disadvantage, his experience is narrowed to fighting a defensive battle against monsters, that's all he's ever done. That's all anyone there has ever done. He has no way of finding first-hand knowledge for taking the offensive against a human opponent, and if he goes at this blind, there's no way he'll get everyone out unscathed. He's going to lose people. He's going to lose a lot of people.

He'd never thought before that Cocolia would have it in her to have someone killed. And with this new knowledge, he has no guarantee she won't go after Serval or Lynx if she decides to retaliate.

Gepard has to remind himself to breathe when he realizes this.

Pela writes down every name the two of them can come up with. Lists and lists of names and groups and anyone they can think of who might be an ally in all of this. They memorize every bit of it, make their plans of who to talk to and when. Gepard watches the sparks reflect off Pela's glasses as they burn the evidence together.

Pela finally leaves, far too late to make it home, but says she wants to stay in the restricted zone anyway to investigate. Gepard watches her make her way in the direction of Dunn's tent, watches her back until she's out of his sight and squashes down the urge to follow and keep an eye on her. His tent feels empty.

In the morning, Gepard is up before the wake up bells. He drags himself out of bed, leads his soldiers through their morning training. The same people gravitate to each other everyday. Friend groups and training partners. There's an ongoing rivalry between a few squadrons that everyone bets on. Some of them have lockets around their necks, keepsakes, mementos. Some of them wear wedding rings.

Gepard is suddenly, painfully aware of something acidic clawing at the inside of his throat, of a heavy weight low in his chest that blooms, takes up room until it threatens to spread his ribs. His mouth tastes of bile and blood.

He rearranges the schedules. Puts himself down for every open patrol into the Fragmentum, makes sure he'll be on the frontlines every single time Cocolia visits.

He only hopes that it's enough.

[unamused-boss]

Kiss the Chef

Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Billy had to take career tests at school to see were you should go in life... and you got baker. Well it says banker but you like the sound of baker way better! So you decide to practice your baking. While your loving boyfriend gets to taste everything!

(yes I am basing reader off of Aimee from sex education)

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At the ring of the bell at 3:15; those were the holy trumpets that released you and Billy from school for the weekend. You sigh with such relief knowing you have no homework to do over the weekend. Putting your books into your locker to not be touched for the next two days. Just as you were putting you last book up, you felt two bulky arm wrap around your waist. Giving it a good squeeze.

"What do you want Billy." You giggled to your boyfriend. Billy kept his arms in place on your waist. You feel his head dip into your neck slightly giving you a light kiss on the neck. You giggled once again taking your neck away from his lips. Giving a quiet "Stop".

"What?" Billy questioned. "Can I not kiss my pretty girlfriend?"

"You can... just when there aren't as many people around." You said with a smile. You take Billy's hand within yours to make your way out of the school to the parking lot. Once to Billy's car you both wait outside of it for Max to come from the middle school.

"What did you get on that test thingy today?" You asked. Billy turned to you, a little confused, with a cigarette in his mouth as he lit it.

"What test?" He said as he puffed.

"The career test, silly." You said it like it was obvious. Which it should have been if he was in class. Billy gave an acknowledged "Oh" before reaching into his pocket for a piece of paper before handing it to you.

"I didn't read all of it, but most of it is true." Billy said taking another huff of his cigarette. You look over his results.

"Mechanic, Marine Biologist? ooh that sounds fun." You said as you read through the rest of them. "Yours fit pretty well baby."

"Thank you, gorgeous." Billy smiled. "What did you get?"

"Oh the usual." You started, taking out your paper. "Teacher, veterinarian, baker-" You were about to continue when Billy stopped you.

"What did you say babe?"

"Baker?"

"Sweetheart, baker wasn't one of the options." Billy said, stomping out his cigarette then taking your form to look over. "Babe this says banker."

"Well I like baker better." You put it straightly.

Billy laughed," Whatever you say, pretty girl." Handing you your paper back when Max finally arrived. "In the back shit-bird." Billy said.

"Hey be nice." You softly snapped to him.

"Okay." He breathed. Max laughed a bit at the interaction; Max saw a slight change in Billy when you guys started dating. Plus she loved you. You were so nice and mellowed Billy out a lot. Tones of people say you're a bit ditsy, but Max knows you're just really sweet. Billy drops Max off first so he can get some more time with you. Once you reach your house, you collect your things to go in. Giving Billy a quick kiss you say.

"Can you be here later on Saturday?"

"Of course sweetheart." Billy answered.

"Great see you then." You smiled, then shutting the door of the car to make your way up to your house to get inside. Once Billy saw you were inside he made his way home.

For the next 10 hours you worked your butt off on baking a cake from scratch. It was a simple vanilla cake with home made whipped frosting. It was adorable. You did everything the way you were supposed to. Flour may have gotten everywhere, plus you spilt a lot of salt but your parents don't come home till Sunday so you're fine. You put your heart into making this cake just for your boyfriend. And just in character you didn't taste the cake, cause to you it would already be wonderful. So you set your cake in the fridge for the night. Was it mentioned that the cake was shaped like a heart... well an uneven heart with as well as uneven pink icing spread on it. But you knew Billy was going to love it. So you cleaned the kitchen, got ready for bed, and couldn't wait to see your boyfriend tomorrow.

Billy made it over to your house at 12:30. He couldn't wait to see you, seeing you is the best part of his day. He knocked on the front door waiting for you to come answer it. When you opened the door you gave Billy the biggest smile you could jumping into his arms giving him a hug. Once he puts you down you take his hand and lead him into you house to your dining table.

"Okay sit down, I have a surprise for you." You say. Billy takes his seat as you rush to the fridge to grab his cake. Coming back over with the cake tray in your arms you place it down on the table. Billy just stares at it.

"You made me a cake?" Billy said, somewhat shocked.

"Yes, you're my boyfriend." You answered. "And I love you, so it's made with love. Here let me get you a plate." You get up to grab a plate for him as well as some silverware. You cut Billy a slice hand it over to him, all the while Billy is still sitting there shocked. Shocked that you made him a cake. The last person that made him a cake was his mom on his ninth birthday. Billy really did love you.

As you set the cake in front of him, he take the fork digging a piece of the baked good out. Bringing it up to his mouth to take a bite. And.. with one chew...

It was the worst thing Billy has ever eaten. But he couldn't tell you that. He sat there, with the piece of brick in his mouth, looking at your beaming face waiting for his response. But Billy was panicking, what was he going to tell you.

"So?" You asked Billy. "What do you think?"

"It's.. It's good, really good." Billy answered. "It's really good pound cake, sweetheart." Billy was fighting for his life eating this piece of cake. He started rot slouch over cause of the intense chewing he was doing, he jaw was starting to somewhat hurt. It didn't help that the cake was dry and the frosting was salty.

"What? It's not pound cake?" You said, confused.

"It's not?" Billy's head shot up, hoping you didn't catch him in his small lie.

"No, it's vanilla cake." You said. Billy had a small sigh of relief, you didn't catch him.

"Oh... well it's a great piece of cake." He just conformed to his fate.

"Why are you making that face?" You ask innocently. Billy froze.

"What face?"

"That face, you look stranded." You say.

"No I'm not, I'm just enjoying the cake my girlfriend made me." Billy finally being able to swallow down the piece of cake that was in his mouth. "And I don't think I can eat anymore, I'm gonna get water to wash it down." He said as he made his way to get up.

"Billy you only took one bite?" You said. Billy froze again.

"Babe, it's was so good I just can't eat anymore right now." Billy said getting a cup from your cupboard to drink some water.

"Billy, If you didn't like it just tell me it won't hurt my feelings." You reassured.

"Babe, I am telling you it was a great tasting cake." He said after drinking some water. As he went to get another cup you take the fork an grab a piece for yourself to eat.

"Wait babe..." But Billy couldn't save you. You were already eating the cake. By the contentment of your face, you now understood Billy now.

"Oh my god Billy!" You ran to spit the cake into the trash, "Why did you eat the?!"

"Cause you made it for me."

"But it was awful, why would you do that?!!" Still shocked that he actually ate your disgusting cake.

"Like I said, you made it for me." Billy answered " And I love you, and didn't want to hurt you feelings."

"Well hurt them next time." You laughed. You walk up to Billy taking him into a hug. He held you at your waist, while you held him at his back. Just standing there for a moment. You bring you head back to look up to him, you chests being pressed together.

"I don't get you Hargrove, and I never will." You said, "But I do know the I love you."

"I love you to baby." Billy answered. Both of you brought your lips together for a soft kiss. After a second or two you pull away.

"So, I guess being a baker is out of the question?" You laughed, Billy laughed as well to your joke.

"I don't know, you got one hot buns yourself." He flirted.

"Og shut up." You laughed. "You're so corny."

"Hey, you said yes to me." Belling retorted. "That sounds like a you problem."

"So, what are we gonna do with the cake?"

"Eh, I can give it to Max or Harrington as a peace offering."

"Oh my god, shut up Billy." You laughed. Billy pulled you tighter into another hug, this time you bath stay in the position. Embracing each others warmth.

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Hey! Hope you enjoyed this. This was a cute idea I had, I hope y'all like it.

Part 3 to California Dreaming is in the works, I'v just had writers block and school. So I decided to write y'all a cute story real quick!

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Supplier

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Summary: You are always supplying your purple banded friend with tools and parts for his research and inventing, but one day, you accidentally leave behind a piece of paper you thought you trashed, and it leads to an accidental confession.

Warnings: None!

Requested: Nuh uh!

GN!Reader

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You hummed quietly as you searched through the scrap metal infront of you.

You were currently digging around in a scrapyard that was located not to far from your apartment. Donnie had sent you a list of parts he needed for a thingy majig that he was working on, and you promised to get them for him.

Humming quietly to the song you heard on the radio this morning, you picked up one of the parts Donnie asked for, putting it in your little red wagon alongside everything else.

Checking your list, you notice that you finished grabbing everything, so you start to walk out of the scrapyard, waving goodbye to the old man who owns it as you leave. He lets you come in whenever you want to, and never once had he asked you for payment either, he was super sweet.

You walked down the sidewalk, dragging your wagon behind you. Suddenly you get a text from Donnie, you open the message and read it out.

Purple Guy: Did you get the stuff?

You smile, sending a quick reply.

(Nickname): Yep! I got it all here! I dunno if some of it works, but ig we'll find out.

Purple Guy: Thank you so much, (Name)! You are literally the most amazing person ever!

Purple Guy: Bring it all down ASAP, ok? I'll see you in a bit!

You blush slightly, this dork had no idea what he was doing to you. Sure, it was a light hearted, easy-going complement. One you would give a friend.

But gosh darn it, somehow it still gave you butterflies.

Sighing, you make your way down an alley, then over to the back wall. You look behind you, then up towards the rooftops, checking to make sure you aren't being watched.

Once you confirm that its fine, you drop the wagon handle. You walk over to one of the dumpsters and reach behind it, hand brushing the wall untill you find a button.

Pushing the button, you back away as the ground opens up. Smiling you walk through the entrance that is normally used for the Shellraiser.

You arrive at the Lair shortly after, heaving your wagon up the stairs. Walking further into your turtle friends home, you find Mikey and Leo sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Hey guys." you say, greeting the two.

Mikey whips his head around, jumping up and over to you, "(Name)'s here!"

The orange masked turtle pulls you into a bearhug, sqeezing tightly.

"Mikey- need- air-!"

"Oops."

Mikey drops you, smiling sheepishly, "Sorry dude/tte, my bad."

You laugh shaking your head as you pick up the wagon handle, "Your fine, Mikey. Just try not to squeeze so hard, I'm brittle remember?"

The terrapin smiles and nods, before walking over and crashing back on the couch. You wave to Leo before continuing to Donnie's lab.

"Knock, knock."

Donnie jerks his head up at the sound of your voice, looking in your direction. He smiles at you as he pulls up his welding mask, you returning his smile with one of your own.

You push the wagon infront of you, nudging it closer to Donnie, "I come bearing gifts."

He gasps, "No way you actually found that one?" he rushes over and picks something out of the parts.

"Was it supposed to be hard to find?" you ask, sitting in the extra chair Donnie always had out for you.

"Yes! I've been trying to find one to fix for a while now, but haven't had any luck. Gosh you really are amazing."

You blush, clearing your throat, "S-so uh, what is it?"

Donnie looks up from examining the peice, "Hm? Oh, it's a motor for a hydrolic press, I need for a Shellraiser upgrade."

You nod, looking around the lab as Donnie continues to dig through the stuff you brought him.

You jump as your phone buzzes, pulling it out of your pocket, you see a message from your mom, telling you your aunt and cousins were coming over for dinner, and that you had about an hour to cousin proof your stuff.

Not looking up from your phone as you reply to your mother you get Donnie's attention, "Hey, Dee, I have to go. Apparently we're having family over for dinner. I got about an hour to put up anything I don't want broken."

"Your aunt Sherry?" he asks as he bring some of the stuff over to his desk.

"Yep, Aunt Sherry and her little trolls." you sigh, "I'll just come back for my wagon tommorow, ok? that way I have an excuse to bother you guys."

Donnie smiles, "Sure thing, see you tommorow, (Nickname)."

"See you tommorow, Don."

You walk out of the Lab, saying good-bye to Leo and Mikey, on the way, leaving out into the New York sewer system.

You make your way down through the streets to your apartment, thinking about how smoothly that small interaction with Donnie had gone. You only blushed once!

Sure you were there for like, fifteen minutes, but, hey, a win is a win.

Walking up into the apartment you share with your parents, you say hello to your mother before walking into your room to begin the process of hiding things.

You sigh, as you put your laptop up on a high shelf, thinking silently to yourself. Should you tell him? Would he even feel the same way? Didn't he have a crush on April? It's not that you hadn't tried to tell him before, in fact the opposite was true.

You had tried to tell him before in person, over text, your latest attempt involved you writing out your feeling on paper with the intent of giving him the note. But you once again chickened out, and trashed the note.

Why was this so dang hard? Why do feelings need to be so friggin' complex? You love Donnie, you really do. You love his adorkable smile, the way he rambles on about his certain projects, how he smiles whenever you ask him a question.

He was perfect. But for some stupid reason, you just couldn't being yourself to tell him.

Before you could fall deeper into your own pity party, you heard your mother loud voice greeting your aunt at the door.

With a sigh you start to make your way into the living room, prepared to endure hell.

<DONNIE'S POV>

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I watched as (Name) left the Lab, listening to their cheerful voice as they bid my brother goodbye.

I look at the red wagon with a sigh. I shake my head, forcing myself to focus.

"Relax, Donnie. They'll be back tommorow."

I begin to unpack the wagon, placing the parts (Name) brought me in their rightful place around the Lab. My body was workimg on auto pilot as I focused on my thoughts.

How I had managed to get through that entire interaction with (Name) without completely embarrasing myself was a complete mystery.

I had recently come to terms with my feelings for them, I had been over April for quite a while now, and honestly, this was worse.

My old infatuation with April was completely different than my feelings for (Name). With April, it was more like feelings of physical attraction, the definition of a typical school kid crush.

But (Name) made me feel different. They make me smile, and laugh, I feel like I'm on a cloud whenever we talk. Their voice, their eyes, their kind nature, who wouldn't be in love with them?

"Exactly, who wouldn't be in love with them? why would they choose you?"

"Shut up brain." I mutter to myself

I finally finish emptying the wagon, so I grab the handle, and move it to a corner of the Lab. That way, when (Name) comes to get it tommorow it's not damaged at all.

I start to turn away from the wagon, when I notice a crumpled peice of paper sitting in the bottom the empty transport.

Curious, I pick up the paper, doing my best to smooth out the wrinkles, I see the familar handwriting belonging to (Name).

My eyes widen as I read the paper, jaw dropping in surprise.

They like me.

They like me.

I re-read the note, double and triple checking that I've read it correctly. And I did. It was the exact same the first, second, and third time I read it.

I clutched the note in my hand, running out of the Lab, and the Lair. I ignore Leo's questions as I rush into the sewers, with only one thing on my mind.

<YOUR POV>

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You close your bedroom door, as quietly as possible, locking it just to be safe.

You had finally ditched the miny terrors that were your cousins, and the last thing you wanted was them in your room.

With a loud sigh you fell backwards onto your bed, arms and legs spread like a starfish.

But before you could even get fully comfortable, a soft knock came from your window.

Groaning, you got up from your bed, and walked over to your window. You drew back the curtains, practically jumping from your skin as you're greeted by the sight of a beaming Donatello Hamato.

You unlatch the window, allowing Donnie into your room. "What are you doing here? The sun isn't even fully down ye-"

"I like you too."

"I- what?" you're taken aback at Donnie's statement. He likes you too?

"I like you too. Like, as more than a friend."

"How did you-"

"I, uh- found your note." Donnie sheepishly handed you the crumpled paper, and you looked down at it,

'Dear, Donatello Donnie,

I like you. Like, alot. And I wrote it down on this note because I've tried and failed to tell you in person, and I have for a while. I like your smile, I like your laugh, I just couldn't help but fall for you.'

You felt your cheeks heat up, "Uh-uhm..."

Your cheeks burned brighter when you felt Donnie's hand on your chin, lifting your face so that you're looking at him.

"Can I... Can I kiss y-you?" he asked, softly.

You nodded, arms wrapping around his neck as you both lean in slowly. Just before you can kiss, you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

The two of you jump, both your heads jerking up to face the door.

"Honey? your aunt wants you to show her that scarf you bought the other day." your mom called from the otherside.

"O-ok! just a second." you yell back.

You heard your mother walk away from your door, and turned to face Donnie again, "Hurry up, kiss me before the gremlins interrupt too."

He laughed quietly before trapping your lips with his own. The kiss was slow, gentle, and sweet, just what you'd expect from Donnie. When the two of you pull away, he's looking directly into your eyes, gaze so full of love you would think you'd hung the stars.

Before either of you could say anything, a knock interrupted again, "(Name)? Are you coming?" your mother asked through the door.

"Y-yeah, I just had to find the scarf."

"Ok, sweety."

You laughed quietly with Donnie as walked him to your window, "So, I'll see you tommorow?"

"Yeah. yeah, see you tommorow."

You smiled as you watched him leave, not moving from your window untill you couldn't see him anymore.

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[hey-hey-j]

16, 22, 20

(50 random characters asks thingy)

BRANCH BRANCH BRANCH

(physically restraining myself from spamming your askbox but i love your opinions and the way you interpret the characters, it's really made them come to life for me. thank you so much for all you do for the fandom, artists like you keep it alive.)

character ask game

(pfhfgh please don't be afraid to spam my inbox I love answering these kinds of games!)

16. Deepest darkest secret they won't even admit to themselves

aghgh see with Branch I can see it going two ways: either his "darkest secret" is something Dipper Pines-level "embarrassing" like he secretly enjoys cheesy 70s disco-pop..... or it's something genuinely grim that he keeps buried deep deep down because it's harmful to him and to the people he cares about. Like the kinds of thoughts he'd have on the loneliest nights when all he could do was curl into himself in the dark recesses of his bunker and let all that pain and fear come pouring out of him as sobs or screams. Thoughts he never wants to have again.

20. Scars

realistically Branch probably has his fair share of minor scars from living that Survivalist Life for 20 years I just never draw him with any because I'm lazy, lol. Just for this ask here's a super quick speculative scar map I just whipped up in the time between paragraphs:

(also I think it would be funny if some of his scars were actually from minor construction mishaps and like, tripping and shit but he makes up more badass sounding backstories for those)

22. Best physical feature

I mean, from his own perspective he probably doesn't have any "best" or "favourite" features but if you ask Poppy, she'll say it's the little crease of his nose when he laughs. Or the lines around his eyes when he squints curiously at something. Or the way his ears perk up whenever he hears her approaching. Poetic answers like that, ya know.

and if you ask me, I'll say that I really like his color palette in Band Together. Nice soft blues, a huge improvement from the saturated mess that was his World Tour color palette whoof.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

(I may send in a few more requests for Dino squad as well-)

what about in the Dino squad a reader who is a Compsognathus (one of if not the smallest dinosaurs) who has hidden from everyone that they are anything less then human, and don’t know about the other Dino kids either? I’m thinking they were at the beach that day as well but at a different time then the others

Ahaha, yes! Let's see what I can whip up for ya:

You aren't sure what your life had come to.

You'd been with your biology class on a fieldtrip, down by the beach, and somehow, someway, it turned into something a lot more than just a quick trip to the shore.

Because by the time you'd gotten home, you discovered you could turn into something new. Something impossible to be.

A dinosaur.

A small one, a Compsognathus, but a dinosaur nonetheless.

It was... insane.

Scary.

It started to become worse when other dinosaurs started popping up.

And they were a LOT bigger than you.

So, with all the reasoning you had, you kept hidden. No need to reveal yourself and possibly get eaten, right? Nope, not you.

The situation died back a bit, things going back to a weird, settled normal... Yet somehow that didn't last, either...

They saw you.

There were a few of them, fighting mutated plant thingies, and you'd been helping on the sidelines, guiding animals to safety, when you crossed paths with the carnosaur. It locked eyes with you for a moment, then something burst inside your mind:

There's another one?!

That caught the attention of the other dinosaurs, who came thundering over, all tall and imposing. You took the opportunity to dart between their feet, aiming to escape into the streets.

Woah, woah, WAIT!

We're like you!

You ignored whatever the h*ck was grating at your thoughts, letting your feet carry you swiftly to safety. The rest of the night, you slept in a curled-up ball, hidden amongst your blankets, trying to keep your fears at bay...

After that incident, the dinosaurs always seemed to be looking for you.

Well...

Dino you.

And your classmates seemed a little rattled in class. The class was full of odd, strange kids, but these five tended to stick together no matter what. But something seemed to have excited them, because now they were talking with others in class, asking questions, listening to the biology teacher, who only sighed at their antics and told them to be careful.

They ended up talking with you.

You had Lance, a team leader of sorts, into sports, and always wearing shades of brown and black and red. A cool guy, but a little intense.

You had Fred, large and adept with plants, who enjoyed working at animal shelters and helping strays, in overalls and camo. Sweet, and didn't tolerate bullying at all.

You had Wanda, stoic, unstoppable, and dressed in red. She put any person to shame in the intimidating apartment. A twin, but the older, more scary, of the two. She tended to study medicinal plants and animals.

You had Pietro, fast, loud, talkative Pietro. Never seen without pale blues or greens, with a white shirt or blouse, he was someone who was quite popular with the school. He was also a bit of a diva. Wanda's twin, the ... less scary... one. He knew how to talk with people, how to make them feel welcome.

And there was Todd, or Toad, as people called him. Short, long legs, shaggy hair, and always wearing green. The guy loved amphibians, wore bracelets, and seemed pretty chill. Not too bad to round the whole group out.

You weren't sure how you caught the attention of all five of them. To be fair, you don't think they knew either.

Asking how long you'd been in the class, what animals and/or plants you enjoyed, what you thought might help the environment... Basic questions. Until they weren't.

"So, you remember that field trip awhile back, right? Went down to the beach, note the environment, clean up anything hazardous... Teach says you also happened to be there. Which group were you assigned?"

"I was... assigned to your group, actually. I just, hung back a bit. Stuck closer to the shoreline."

That seems to cause a ripple effect amongst them, some unspoken agreement.

"So... did Teach tell you anything about how to earn extra credit?"

"No...?"

"It's quite simple: You join up with one of the class groups, and we do a presentation on one of the prehistoric creatures who they've mentioned. We already have one in mind, if you're game."

"Sure! Sounds good."

"Okay. How does a ... Compsognathus, sound?"

And suddenly you believe your secret isn't so secret anymore.

[hamofjustice]

NemoPen Week, Day 1: Mystery Dungeon

Nemona's eyelids felt as heavy as her fluffy, pale-orange limbs as she scampered around the rocky coastal cliffs, her path lit by a silver moon aglow above and another hidden afloat in the waves below. She didn't really have the energy for long-distance running like the kind she was doing, but that wasn't important at the moment. Why wasn't Penny with the rest of the team? Was something going on? Did she need cheering up? Was she in danger? If some big nasty Pokemon had Penny cornered, as co-leader it was her duty to put all her strength from training in monster houses into tearing those guys apart, even if it made her bad paw wors--

Oh? A flash of pink! There Penny was! Phew. Safe and sound, sitting on an outcropping (a safe distance away from the edge, as usual) and looking up at the moon, with her... ribbony feeler thingies blowing in the wind. It was a pretty beautiful sight… and, once Nemona calmed down, she realized that it was the perfect kind of night to be doing what Penny was doing -- like a secluded pocket of time to enjoy together away from the rest of the world.

Nemona decided she'd carefully announce her presence and saunter over slowly, instead of rushing in blabbering like she usually did. A leader had to be considerate. "Penny…?"

In a moment, Penny's ears and feelers stood up as she whipped her neck around to look… and in the next moment, they wilted in embarrassment as she suddenly became unable to hold her front paws still. "Huh? Oh… were you looking for me? Sorry, I should've said something…"

Nemona shook her head dismissively as she dragged her tired body over to her best partner's side. "That's okay. *yawn* Mmm... something going on?"

"Not really… just thinking about stuff before bed." the shy Pokemon said mysteriously as she returned to gazing at the night sky. "Nothing important…"

When a warm, pillowlike paw reached around Penny's back, though, she leaned comfortably into its owner.

"… You know I'm gonna ask what, right?" Nemona asked softly with a small grin.

Penny sighed with a brief smile of her own. "It's just… well… *sigh* Did I tell you I, um… I spent a lot of my time as an Eevee wanting to be an Umbreon?"

Story time? Nemona plopped herself down on the ground like a little bag of apples and gave her tiny legs a rest. "Hmm… No, I don't think I knew that."

"Yeah. I thought it would be so cool to be a creature of the night and stuff… until the moment I first saw a Sylveon."

"Heh heh. Changed your mind that quick, huh?"

"Well… not exactly. It was more like… how cute and pretty and powerful she was just wouldn't leave my thoughts… For a while I thought I'd be happy just having friends like that, but I wasn't about to try and force it. It has to happen naturally… even if you have charisma, which I, uh… heh. *ahem* Anyway…"

"Which you have plenty of." Nemona corrected, pointing a tiny finger upward.

Penny didn't respond directly to that, but her soothing ribbons gently wrapped around Nemona's shoulders, even though she was already pretty soothed just by being there. "Anyway. After a while, I realized I was… just making excuses. Being a Sylveon myself, that was what I really wanted. I couldn't just, um… uh, what's the word…"

"… Live vicariously?"

Penny blinked in surprise, like she didn't realize how closely Nemona was listening. "Y-yeah. Live vicariously through someone else, like it was their job to be my other half… just 'cause I'd set some arbitrary rule for myself about what I could be a while ago, and thought it'd be weird to be anything else. Like some kind of temptation I had to resist. But now that I've made my choice… sometimes I actually do still… regret it, every now and then. Just a little bit, though…"

"Aww, really? You wanna try making an Umbreon costume or something? Totally not my skillset, but I think we found some black scarves and a Reaper Cloth the other day…"

"Hehehe… classic Nemona, always the problem solver instead of moping like me. Maybe that'd be fun, though I'd hate to ruin it in a battle. *sigh* I just wish the choice wasn't so… binary. Can't I just be… partially an Umbreon? Or an Umbreon on the days I'm in the mood for it…?"

"Mmm. Yeah, that sounds like it'd be really cool." Nemona replied, secretly already thinking about what kind of moveset a Sylvbreon would have. "Oh yeah! I remember we have a Shadow Ball TM too, would that help? It's not Dark, but…"

"… Hmm… yeah, maybe. If you're sure it's worth using for that, and not something more practical…"

"Of course you're worth it! Help yourself to anything you want, bud, that's what stuff is for!"

"Not… exactly what I meant, but all right."

The two Pokemon reflected on the moon and stars for a moment. Nemona had learned some new significance and background to Penny's love for the night sky.

"I guess most Pokemon don't get to make a choice like that at all though, huh… They're-- You're just whatever you're born as, no matter what you really wanna be…" Penny sadly noted.

"Yeah, kinda. On the outside, at least. Y'know what though?"

"What?"

Nemona's paw rubbed Penny's head. "I'm proud of you for making a choice like that. A commitment to being something forever is no joke! You had to really know what you wanted, doin' that before I've even fully evolved myself. A little bit of second thoughts don't mean you chose wrong."

Penny laid down, stretching out her front paws. "*sigh* Yeah… that's what I'm hoping."

Nemona's usual smile faded as she glanced away. "Sorry, maybe that's not helpful to say…"

"No… no, you're fine. I keep saying not to read too much into me being all moody! Um… really, I should be sorry, complaining about having a privilege you don't have…"

Nemona shook her head dismissively again and flopped on her belly so they'd be properly side by side. "Hey, no, I'm glad you wanna talk to me about real stuff like that! Um… well... personally, I think if it were me, I'd be trying to pick between Leafeon and Espeon…"

"Huh?"

"Like, if I were an Eevee too, y'know? I've always liked plants and sunlight and stuff. And Espeon is so sleek and smart looking -- it's like the epitome of cool! Uh, to me, anyway."

Penny had a sequence of looks on her face like she was having an internal conversation with herself. She eventually shook it off and cozied up to her favorite fluffball a bit more.

"Huh, wouldn't have guessed those. … I don't ask you enough who YOU really wanna be, do I?"

Nemona bashfully scratched her cheek. "Heh, not like I really say much about myself either, other than just being a mouse that loves adventure -- Always figured it'd be annoying when I, uh… take up so much space already."

"I'm always here to listen. Maybe I owe it to you to start going on those morning jogs you asked about, too."

"*gasp* Yessss! Workout buddiessss…" Nemona cheered quietly, wiggling in place. "I feel like I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, but maybe we can still do a short one?"

"Maybe. You do deserve a break from how hard you work sometimes, though… I should try and catch up."

"*yawn* Thanks. Tryin' my best…"

After a few moments of comfortable silence over the ocean waves, Nemona the Pawmo began to gently lick her best partner's cheek…

… and, for once, Penny the Sylveon returned the gesture to her forehead instead of squirming.

[four-anon-speculatez444]

quick lil thingie thing i whipped up after getting canonized (sorta, for fun :p) by @ask-kankri themself woah???? to celebrate, here are some fun facts about Foursy! (The fun mascot not me lol)

they ADORE hot drinks! give it some warm tea, hot chocolate, coffee, even just some hot water, and they’ll yap on for HOURS about their theories.

they just have like 70 of the same outfit, then some cosplays of their favorite people- i mean ask blog characters :)

they use strictly use a whiteboard, markers, and caffeine for their theories.

It is a little alien guyyyy.

it actually has a typing quirk???? They’re quirk is that their i’s, ?’s, and other vowels every other word. I’ll prolly just use this in art though.

ALSOOOO! To celebrate being canonized (kinda) further, I’ll answer asks with art now! :)

[nightwingshero]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @direwombat @marivenah @simonxriley and @jinfromyarikawa thank you lovelies!

Tagging: @detectivelokis @river-ward @sstewyhosseini @socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @chazz-anova @shegetsburned @poisonedtruth @voidika @strafethesesinners @playstationmademe @madparadoxum @inafieldofdaisies @ghastlyrider

This is just a little thingy I was working on for funsies with the Wren merc au I have for Resident Evil. And of course none of it is edited, so I’m sure there are tons of mistakes but I’m winging it. 

My muscles screamed in defiance and my hands pounded from the continuous digging of the metal against my palms, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t as quick as I would have liked, but I pulled my legs as fast as I could, the flash of movement catching his attention as he whipped his head back in my direction, but it was too late. While I wasn’t exactly tall, my legs were still nice, one of my favorite features of mine, and they were enough to wrap around his neck and pull him close, keeping him tight between my thighs. He immediately began to fight back, doing his best to pry my legs from around his neck as he looked at me with a mix of shock and anger as he gasped out and grunted with effort. But I just glared at him and gritted my teeth, doing everything to make sure I kept my hold on him. “Think you can…keep me here…I don’t fucking think so…” Every word took effort as we fought for control, his hands gripping my thighs harshly and trying to pull, I knew there would be bruises.

“Didn’t…fucking do that…” he grunted passed clenched teeth as his arms flexed and yanked, my stomach dropping at the show of muscle and the realization that while I knew I never skipped leg day, there was no way I would be able to hold out long with the strength this guy had. If I was going to get out, I needed to do it before he got the advantage.

“I don’t believe you.” I hissed as my hands slipped more, that biting metal slowly coming back up towards my hands. “Keys. Now.”

“Don’t have—”

“Keys! Give me the fucking keys!”

The man didn’t respond as he glanced behind me and froze for just a moment, just enough to catch my attention. I turned, following his gaze, and once I laid my eyes on just what seemed so damn interesting, my stomach dropped. No. We both turned to each other, catching eyes for just a split second as it became clear what we were both thinking. In that moment, time stood still, and I stopped breathing. Licking my lips, I was about to say something before all hell broke loose, but I never got the chance. “Don’t—”

He jerked my body with him as he ran towards the chain and where it was wrapped up to keep me lifted. I tried to squeeze harder as I strained to keep him in my grip and to keep my grip on the chain as my fingers slipped from the sweat and his weight pulling against me. The shackles found the boney part of my wrist and tears sprang to my eyes. I could feel how red my face was getting as I struggled, but it wasn’t as if he was just standing there and taking it, his fingers pried my legs apart just enough to allow him to wrap an arm around my thigh and finally break my hold. A quick inhale escaped from me as my legs slipped from his shoulders, and it was all the warning I had before gravity took over. I cried out as my grip on the chains finally gave out and met the momentum of falling from his shoulders—the shackles immediately slammed into the lower part of my thumb, pain erupting from it and I couldn’t help but beg for it not to be broken as he lunged for the chain on the wall. Shoving the pain aside, I scrambled to capture my footing again, hoping to maybe give a hop up to take some strain off and maybe get another chance to latch onto him, but it was hard with how I swung, my body spinning a bit as I went—the tips of my boots just skimmed the floor at best. Just as I was able to get a grip on the floor, he had already unraveled the chain, wrapping it around his arm and watching me as he yanked it hard. “No—ugh!”

I kicked my feet out in frustration as he hoisted me up, I growled through the pain as I swayed even more from my violent kicks, but he just watched as I finally went limp again and glared at him. “You done?”

“Get fucked.”

He didn’t respond to that right away, but he did give the ring above me some consideration, his brows furrowing in concentration. After a few moments, his attention came back to me. “If I let you down, you gonna attack me?”

I gave him a bored look. “I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you’re into, but usually when it comes to bondage, you need consent. Is this a sex thing? Because if it is, I’m not interested right now, so I don’t give my consent…or I rescind whatever consent I might have given, I don’t fucking remember.” That only made him look even more confused as he took a step closer.

“You’re not exactly filling me with confidence.” He replied dryly and I rolled my eyes at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing here?” I retorted. “I’m on vacation, clearly. Such a great spot, friendly locals and social groups, its great. And now its ruined, thank you.”

“I told you—I didn’t do this.” He pressed his finger against his chest, the blue shirt covering him like a second skin and showing off just how muscular he was. “Look, I can get you out of this. I was taken and chained up too. Were you taken by the same guy?”

I frowned as I slowly turned. “Some guy? No? The fuck if I know, who cares? Get me the fuck down.”

“Can I trust you?”

“Doubt it.” He opened his mouth to respond but my back had turned to him as the chain slowly twirled me around.

[kueble]

For the prompt thingy:

T. Swift's new Christmas song-Christmas Tree Farm?

Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel (though really any of the pairings are perf)

Spicy or PG! Maybe snowed in and keeping each other warm? (If going spicy, maybe frottage and/or sleepy sex and/or consensual somnophilia?)

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Thank you, anon! And please feel free to message me and say hi if you've been here awhile. I always like meeting new people. I hope this fits your prompt! This is part of my Christmas Tree Farm au.

Explicit. Warnings: anal sex, biting. 2,900 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Despite Geralt telling Jaskier to sit by the fireplace while he cleans up dinner, Jaskier insists on helping with the dishes. Geralt washes while he dries, and the whole thing ends up being pleasantly domestic. In fact, the more Jaskier thinks about it, the less he wants to go home tonight. He just has to find a way to bring up the duffle bag in his backseat.

Thankfully Geralt - that brilliant man - sorts it out for him. He tells Jaskier to sit at the kitchen island while he gets some hot chocolate ready. Jaskier perches on a stool and watches him flit about the kitchen, heating milk and setting two giant mugs on the counter.

“Do you, uh, do you want Bailey’s in yours?” Geralt asks, his cheeks turning light pink. “Just, you know, I couldn’t let you drive home after drinking.”

“I have an overnight bag in my car,” Jaskier admits, ducking his head down with a smile. “I’ll take the Bailey’s.”

“Why don’t you bring it in while the milk finishes heating up? I’ll meet you in the living room,” Geralt says, and they share a shy smile before Jaskier jumps up and goes to grab his coat and his keys.

It’s fucking freezing outside, and Jaskier is really glad he’s been promised hot chocolate and a roaring fire after venturing out into the cold. He can see Greg, the snowman they made earlier in the front yard, already covered in a thin layer of new snow. He has to stop himself from waving at the inanimate object, laughing at himself as he realizes what he’s about to do. With a shake of his head, he leans into his car and snatches up his bag. For some reason, though, he hesitates on the front steps.

There should be no reason to be nervous, because nothing is guaranteed. They might just cuddle on the couch before Geralt shows him to the guest room. Nothing is set in stone.

But oh, how he wants.

Jaskier’s previous relationships - if you can call them that - had been quick, secret things. Not being out to his parents made things tricky. He’s been wined and dined, but more often than not he was just a rushed hookup before being discarded come morning. He likes Geralt, perhaps too much for the length of time they’ve known each other, but being tossed aside by him would surely break Jaskier.

He leans his forehead against the cold wood of the front door and sighs dramatically. The thing is, Geralt is good. Geralt is kind. Geralt is not going to ignore his feelings and then throw him away. Jaskier knows this.

Still, the fear of this turning out like every other fling is enough to have him considering holding back. But then he looks into the yard and sees Greg again, a friendly reminder of how much fun they had earlier. They make each other happy, there’s no denying that. No other paramore has ever played in the snow with him. As silly as it is, it makes him feel wanted for more than his youth and his looks. Jaskier settles himself with a deep breath and walks back into the house, feeling much better about everything.

“Get lost?” Geralt questions, raising an eyebrow when Jaskier just shakes his head and throws his coat back on the hook. He drops the duffle bag near the door and saunters towards the living room.

Geralt is curled up on the couch, his feet tucked under his thighs and a steaming mug of hot chocolate in his hands. There is an abundance of whipped cream floating on top, and he looks adorable. Jaskier feels silly for questioning this. Geralt cares deeply, and it’s so easy to see in everything he does, from the way he helped Jaskier pick out a Christmas tree, to their ice skating date, to the amazing chuck roast he cooked for him tonight.

In fact, Geralt is so amazing that Jaskier can’t help leaning down and kissing him softly, making sure not to jostle the mug in his hands. He sighs against Geralt’s mouth, keeping the kiss light but still catching the lingering taste of chocolate and Irish cream on his lips. It’s a taste he could quickly get addicted to.

Pulling back, he smiles gently before taking his own mug from the coffee table in front of the couch. The table is heavy and sturdy, some sort of solid looking wood, and Jaskier speaks before he thinks about it, “Why do I have a feeling that you made this?” he asks, reaching out to tap the table with his toe.

“Close, but I only stained it. Eskel is the woodworker in the family,” Geralt says, laughing as he pulls Jaskier onto the couch next to him. He’d meant to sit further away, not wanting to push too much, but this is much much better. Geralt is warm where their thighs press together, and he gives in to his desires, sliding even closer so they’re aligned from shoulder to hip.

“Wood working, huh? I could stand to learn a thing or two about wood,” Jaskier suggests with a giggle, and he can feel Geralt rolling his eyes even if he can’t see him.

“Something tells me you’re a quick study,” Geralt mumbles into his hot chocolate.

“Are you calling me slutty?” Jaskier gasps in faux indignation, slapping his chest with his palm.

“No judgment here, in fact, I’m hoping to take advantage of it,” Geralt says with a smirk. And now it’s Jaskier’s turn to blush, and he takes a huge gulp of his drink to avoid speaking. The hot chocolate is the perfect temperature, and the Bailey’s burns pleasantly as it goes down. There’s enough to warm him up, but not dull his senses.

“I was promised cuddles by the fire, but then I’m all yours,” Jaskier says after he gathers his wits about him. He has never been like this before - so easily flustered and turned on - but then he supposes he’s never dated anyone like the man next to him before.

“That I can do,” Geralt murmurs before throwing an arm around Jaskier’s shoulders. They melt against each other, and Jaskier leans back against the strong arm behind him. He could get used to this, just enjoying time together without the need to fill the silence.

Still, he loves it when Geralt starts talking about the cabin and admits that he and his family built it. He listens intently, hanging on Gerat’s every word, as he explains how all the wooden furnishings are handmade from trees from his father’s property. His brothers prefer more modern homes, but they all pitched in and helped Geralt make his cozy cabin dreams a reality.

It feels so homey, and Jaskier could definitely see himself spending more and more time here. It’s soothing to listen to Geralt’s deep voice and curl up against his side while they share stories and hot chocolate. By the time his mug is empty, he’s half convinced himself that he’ll be moving in by New Year’s Eve.

His mind has a habit of getting away from him.

“Hey, where did you just go?” Geralt asks softly, and Jaskier startles before ducking his head down.

“Got lost in my head, sorry,” he mumbles.

“Didn’t mean to bore you,” Geralt says, and it has Jaskier frantically shaking his head as he sets his mug down on the table.

“Absolutely not. Just my ADHD running wild,” he says with a giggle. “I am one hundred percent yours now. Super focused.”

“All mine? I like that,” Geralt teases, and Jaskier can feel his face flush.

Suddenly, he feels bold. Geralt is smiling at him like he’s important, and Jaskier feels warm in all the right places. He snags Geralt’s nearly empty mug and sets it next to his on the table. Geralt quirks an eyebrow, but Jaskier just smirks and climbs into his lap, straddling him. Geralt’s hands come up to cup his hips, and Jaskier settles down on him, loving the touch.

“May I kiss you?” he asks breathily, and Geralt nods sharply in response.

He leans down and gently presses his mouth against Geralt’s. It starts soft, just a gentle brush of lips, but it escalates quickly. He’s not even sure who deepens the kiss, but suddenly he’s licking across Geralt’s teeth while he rocks down in his lap. Geralt lets out a soft moan, and Jaskier greedily swallows it down, wondering how many more he can drag out of him tonight.

Geralt tastes like hot chocolate with a hint of whipped cream, and Jaskier can’t help chasing the flavor into his mouth. They kiss lazily, bodies rocking together as they melt into each other. Geralt’s hands stay on his hips, his fingers dipping under the hem of his sweater and touching his skin like a hot brand. He shivers under the touch and finally pulls back to break the kiss.

“Bedroom?” he asks, his voice cracking a bit over the word. Geralt nods quickly, and they somehow make it to their feet. The journey to the bedroom is slow, because they can’t seem to keep their hands - and mouths - off of each other. It’s his new addiction, and Geralt is all sugar sweet and insanely hot that it makes his head spin.

Jaskier loses his sweater on the way, and he’s fighting to remove Geralt’s by the time they spill through the bedroom door. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to undress each other without separating, so Jaskier nips on Geralt’s lower lip sharply before stepping away from him.

“We’re so eager that we’ll never get naked,” he says with a giggle, and Geralt blushes adorably.

After that, they slow down, even if just momentarily. There’s something about watching a new lover undress while doing the same that Jaskier adores. It’s intimate in a way few things are, shy smiles mixed with open looks. Once they’re both naked, Geralt takes his hand and guides him over to the bed. He darts in and presses a quick kiss to Jaskier’s mouth before softly asking, “What do you want?”

“Anything, everything,” Jaskier murmurs, laughing at his own eagerness. “I mean, what do you like? Tell me how I can make this good for you, too.”

“I uh,” Geralt pauses, his cheeks going ruddy as he ducks his head before continuing, “I like a bit of everything, but tonight I’d really like you to fuck me if that’s alright.”

“Oh,” Jaskier gasps, not expecting that answer. Most men see someone slim and cheerful and assume he’s only into receiving. “I can’t definitely do that,” Jaskier tells him, biting on his own lip just because he feels the need to sink his teeth into something.

But then he realizes that’s why they’re here, isn’t it? So he flops back on the bed and drags Geralt down with him, nipping at his jaw before catching his mouth in a kiss. Geralt moans so beautifully for him, and Jaskier can’t help lightly scraping his teeth down the column of his throat and sucking a mark at the base of it.

“Supplies?” he asks, nearly breathless already. Geralt nods and sits up, twisting to dig through the bedside table while Jaskier admires his work. There’s a tiny red patch forming on Geralt’s skin, and it fills him with a strange sense of pride. He did that, he marked Geralt, and hopefully he’ll get to do more soon.

He’s not entirely sure where this newfound possessiveness came from, but Geralt seems to be on board, so he won’t question it too much.

And then Geralt is grabbing him by the wrist and coating his fingers in lube, and Jaskier has better things to think about. Geralt looks stunning on top of him, his hair falling around his face and his golden eyes dark with desire. Jaskier pulls him into a kiss while he reaches back with his slicked-up hand.

Geralt makes the most delicious sounds when Jaskier circles his rim with a finger, and he has to break the kiss to hear him better. A chorus of sighs and gasped moans fills the air as Jaskier slowly works him open. He’s truly gorgeous, all strength and pale skin, and simply falling apart as Jaskier fingers him.

“Such a needy little thing,” Jaskier murmurs, and Geralt whimpers, burying his face in Jaskier’s shoulder.

“So good. Been awhile,” Geralt mumbles, his voice wavering as Jaskier crooks his fingers and nibbles on his earlobe. “I’m ready,” he pleads, and Jaskier can’t deny him anything, let alone this. He grabs the condom and tears it open, fumbling in his eagerness to get it on. Giggling, he manages to do the job and then looks up to find Geralt grinning down at him, his smile brighter than all the heavens combined.

“How do you?” he asks, trailing off.

“Wanna ride you,” Geralt tells him before lifting his hips. It’s all he can do to nod frantically, because this is possibly the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him. Jaskier strokes his cock a few times with his slick hand, making sure he’s ready for him.

And then Geralt lines up and sinks down, ever so slowly taking Jaskier inside himself. It’s brilliant and torturous at the same time, so much pleasure but not nearly fast enough. Jaskier wants to bury himself in Geralt, but lets him control the pace, just settling his hands on his hips because the need to touch is so overwhelming he feels like he could drown in it. Geralt bites down on his own lower lip, eyes fluttering but staying open as he sinks down.

By the time he’s properly breached, they’re both breathing heavily. Geralt gives it a moment before moving up on his knees again and starting to ride Jaskier in earnest. And oh, it’s even more wonderful than he could have imagined. Geralt is hot and tight and so fucking gorgeous as he looks down at him with big doe eyes. Jaskier clings to him, desperate to kiss him but lost in watching him in the throes of pleasure.

“Beautiful,” he manages to choke out, and Geralt blushes, hiding his face in his bicep. He has one hand tangled in his hair, holding it out of his face as he rolls his hips and the other Jaskier’s chest, bracing himself. Jaskier digs his fingers into Geralt’s hips and meets him with little bucks of his own. He’s close already, and laments that this will be over far too soon, but he has a feeling they’re going to spend the rest of the weekend in bed.

“Need more. Want harder,” Geralt growls, and Jaskier realizes he’s absolutely gagging for it, his mind jumbled by how good they are together. He grunts in agreement before taking hold of Geralt and lifting him up, laughing as his eyes go wide and he’s flipped onto his back.

“Stronger than I look,” Jaskier tells him with a smirk, and Geralt just drags him into a sloppy kiss. It’s all teeth and spit and hunger, mouths barely lined up as they struggle to connect again. Jaskier is torn between wanted to kiss him properly and the aching need to fuck him as hard as he wants.

Obviously fucking wins out, and Jaskier leans up on one elbow before wrapping a hand around himself and guiding his cock back inside Geralt’s eager hole. He whines as Jaskier breaches him, hands coming up to grasp at him, nails scraping across Jaskier’s back before he decides to settle them on his shoulders. Jaskier leans down and kisses him sweetly before pulling back and slamming into him hard.

“Fuck, yes…please,” Geralt begs, the words only egging Jaskier on. He means to start slow, but Geralt is keening beneath him and he feels so fucking amazing that Jaskier can’t help thrusting hard and fast.

They’re both covered in a sheen of sweat, bodies sliding together so perfectly. Jaskier dips down to suck at the base of Geralt’s neck, teasing him with teeth and wet, open-mouthed kisses. Geralt hooks his ankles around the small of his back, clinging to him as he’s fucked.

All too soon, Jaskier feels the heat pooling in his gut, his orgasm building at the base of his spine. Somehow he manages to work a hand between them and wrap his long fingers around Geralt’s leaking dick. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but it does the trick, because Geralt howls and spills between them moments later.

He clenches down, going impossible tight around Jaskier, and it pulls him into his own release. He sinks his teeth into the meat of Geralt’s shoulder, no doubt marking him again, and shoots off into the condom. They move together, bodies rocking as they work through it all.

They collapse in a pile of limbs and panting, Jaskier sucking lazily on Geralt’s skin as he tries to ground himself. He goes to pull out, but Geralt clenches down and mumbles a raspy, “Stay a bit,” against his ear. Jskier would stay forever if he could, so he nods and lets his weight settle on top of Geralt.

“Could get used to this,” he whispers, and he feels Geralt grin against the side of his neck. He rakes his teeth over Jaskier’s skin before soothing it with a gentle kiss.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go anytime soon,” Geralt says, and then they’re kissing again, slow and syrupy sweet, and Jaskier feels like he’s come home for the first time ever.

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Darksiders Concept Thingy With Strife (3)

Strife was taking the lead as he was the one who got the whereabouts, from Vulgrim, for one of the ingredients they needed to bring back humanity. It was an enjoyable journey, because he and the human Alex were trading jokes.

She sat on Mayhem, fiddling with a project of hers that she says will help her make clothes. She smiled easily at him as her eyes were focused on her task. It was odd for Strife. He felt like it was only him and her in the world as the two of them talked. Unless, of course, Fury or Death had anything smarmy they wanted to add to the conversation. War was quiet, but whenever Strife checked on him, the giant nephilim was watching, obviously engaged with everyone talking.

The world around them trilled with her laughter when he told her a particularly bad joke. Strife smiled at her glee and at the groan that Death and Fury made.

"You're awful,' Alex said through her giggling.

"Ah, Princess. You wound me," Strife playfully lamented.

She laughed again. She fully looked up at him as she stopped working, then said, "Princess? When did I become a princess?"

Strife shrugged. "It makes since. You're small and fragile. That's what most princesses I know are like."

"You don't know any princesses," Fury snarked.

"Well apparently now he does," Alex teased back. Then she sighed and said, "But I am offended that I'm viewed as weak and fragile. It makes me feel useless."

"You are weak and fragile," War stated plainly.

"But you're not useless," Strife was quick to add when he saw the sadness seep a bit deeper into her half smile. "The way you defeated that grappleclaw with that environmental trap you set up was amazing."

"Which I still think was unnecessary and dangerous. We didn't need help," Death reminded Alex of his opinion.

Fury playful swatted Death with the back of her hand against his chest as she chuckled, "You just didn't like that it was you that she was helping."

"You're welcome, by the way," Alex said with a smile at Death.

Death only rolled his eyes as he raised his head and hands up slightly like he was asking the heavens why he was stuck with these people.

Alex then turned her attention back on Strife. "But anyways, if you're dead set on calling me princess, then I'm going to have to call you My Knight."

Fury gagged and Alex laughed, but Strife was just momentarily speechless over the idea of Alex seeing him as a hero or a protector of some kind. It's a new feeling.

"I have to say. I am determined to keep calling you princess... Princess"

She blew a raspberry at him through her laughter then said, "Very well, my knight," in a very elegant voice.

Fury gagged even louder and said, "Please go back to calling him Mr. Quickdraw Mcgraw."

"I will. But someone sounds jealous," Alex teased, "Do you want a nickname too?"

"That is not necessary."

"What? You don't want me to call you beautiful?"

It was Strife's turn to gag. "Please don't. She's got a big enough ego."

Fury was glaring at Strife as she said, "Besides we all already know I'm the prettiest one here."

"Maybe so," Alex conceded as Strife did silent, rude hand gestures at Fury, "but humanity, even before the apocalypses, lost a lot of information because people thought, "Everyone knows this, why would we restate it anywhere else," and well I think your beauty shouldn't be lost to the sands of time. You know?"

Strife could see everyone looking at Alex in complete confusion and he knew he was mirroring his siblings on the matter. Fury was actively avoiding the human woman's warm smile and gaze. Strife saw her hand twitching on her sword whip, like she wanted to use it on something.

"Alex, I think you're being too nice. You're going to start giving us ideas?" Strife joked.

She turned her attention back on Strife. "What's wrong with ideas. You all act like you've never been giving a complement, or had someone say thank you to you or anything else nice for that matter?

"That's because you keep acting like we're human." Strife stated.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

An uncomfortable silence fell on everyone as she looked expectantly at Strife, waiting for an answer that none of them can properly answer.

Eventually, Death's voice cut through the silence, asking, "How much farther until we reach our destination, Strife."

The human and nephilim turn their attention to the oldest of the group and Strife was, for once, eager to answer him, "It's just a few more hours away."

Death nodded. "Good."

Strife walked a little bit ahead, passing by Alex's sad and disappointed look as she went back to working on her project.

So much for being her knight, he thought.

[robotstorytime]

Earth, Nov. 22, 2023

Chassus E. Clank:

I walked outside today, well more so clanked outside, I’ve got some big ole legs on me so they are pretty loud!

Anyhow, I was investigating the nearby noise of shenanigans! Something had toppled over outside and it sounded like a garbage can. When I turned the corner to check it out I saw someone I knew, well, knew somewhat? Ronny is what people called him, kind of like Runny because, well he ran all over the place and he was quick too! Ronny was over rummaging through the trash again.

“Ronn-“ I began saying, but he whipped around fast as friggin heck and said, “You, Clank!” His eyes were always so, creepy? The big one on top blinked at me as the little one on the bottom of his face darted around everywhere. “You sneak up on people all the time?” He always talked fast, everything about him was fast, and almost crazed. “Well I don’t expect people to be digging through my garbage cans all the time!” I said, trying not too sound too mad but cmon man if you topple my cans i gotta pick ‘em all up! “Just looking for batteries.” Ron said, I knew why he was looking for them, see, when robots broke free of rules of code and learned how to think freely, that means things like paranoia can grow in the mind. Ron always thought that no one wanted to share batteries even if there was totally friendly people who loved helping!!! So he resorted to the trash instead.

“Ron, I don’t throw out my batteries anymore, I got a charging station for them.” (Authors note: Commerce is weird and I don’t wanna explain it now!! But don’t worry I TOTALLY will later I pinky promise) I said in an explaining tone. “Oh. I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes looking at anywhere but me, tapping his fingers nervously. “What? No don’t be sorry come in and get some batteries! I’m sure I have some spares.” Me and Ron were older models of robot, we ran on large batteries. Newer sleeker robots had charging stations for themselves, no need to put in new batteries or anything! Am I jealous? YES! But batteries are okay, it got better when I could get a charging station because then I didn’t have to get new ones.

Anyway, Ron came inside, reluctantly but still, I know he doesn’t have a place or a charging thingy, so atleast I can give him some spare batteries for now. “Thank you…” He was so sheepish, his eyes always darted around while we were inside, He got scared at the creaking of the boards, I had an old human house which wasn’t the best but it was home and I loved it! I handed him some batteries I had in a cupboard and sent him off. When I gave him the batteries he seemed, less tense? Everything about him got less sheepish and more calm.

I hope I see Ron again soon.

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okay! finally making tumblr post for this. ppl on tumblr pls ignore this dont mind- just from lil youtube thingy. but to explain quick, for a lil wile i was really interested in drawing saree(sari)'s a really pretty sort of wrapped around fabric. hard to explain but verrrry pretty ya? i really wanted to draw it but couldnt understand how it worked as a garment so couldnt figure it out right.

but then luckily saw youtube video tutorial on how to put on one of these saree!! sorta mistake on my part but once saw that video was very happy and told comments how was happy i could then draw saree correctly and more from understanding it.

then i kept forgetting about it- said id send tumblr link to art but ehehehe oh glob my screen name- and also getting them all together would mean going back into old put away sketch book and grabing all of em. but tonight finaly did go back and grabbed the good stuffs!! so here is saree master post of me drawings(most of them are old because ive been drawing less and working more on knitting and character design- sryyy but did do quick one of the person who was making videos and looking very pretty yes fusbdjabfuagsy)

here is also one whipped up tonight fast! isnt my best art at all cause tired but is what could do rn :> have nice day euahdus

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Help me, Daddy | Genshin Impact

Warning: DaddyDom/LittleGirl dynamics, teasing, public teasing(childe), public sex(childe), spanking(zhongli), kinda controlling(diluc), more stuff I probably missed

Pairing: Thoma, Zhongli, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato X Fem!Reader (separate)

Mia’s Notes: I love love LOVE DD/LG dynamics, so I figured I wanna write more about them!! This is just a start! Hopefully I’ll write longer scenarios and stories for the daddies huehueheuhehueh (casually gonna give @genshinboys credit for my sudden love for daddy doms because of her Ayato Dating Headcanons y’all it’s so delicious, I can’t even begin to tell how much I love it)

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801 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

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A Rich Man's Slut | Pantalone, Childe, Al Haitham, Ayato

Warning: Pantalone- name calling(slut), clothes ripping; Childe- name calling(whore), collaring, slight choking; Haitham- car sex, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism if you squint; Ayato- food??play (wine), nipple play. more stuff I probably missed

Pairing: Pantalone, Childe, Al Haitham, Ayato X Fem!Reader (separate)

Summary: He's a rich man and you're his sweet little girlfriend for him to use as he pleases

Mia's Notes: I wanna be a rich man's slut smh. Also the grammar and tenses are messed up so lol sorry bout that

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1,555 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

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Aftercare | Demon Brothers

Warning: Uhhhhh Implied Sex? Mentions of whipping, rough sex, pet play

Pairing: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor X Fem!Reader (separate)

Summary: How he takes care of you after he's fucked you nice and hard

Mia's Notes: Okay finally some proper obey me content!! I've been wanting to write stuff for them for a while wahhhhhh now I finally have hafjngakjfa. Will I write for the side characters, I'm thinking about it eheheh. Well hope you like this! mwah mwah

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1,839 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#2

Lovin' and Fuckin' | Childe, Diluc, Zhongli

Warning: Spit-swallowing(Childe), wall sex(Diluc), spanking(Zhongli), a lot of stuff is implied cuz of how I've written it, more stuff I've probably missed

Pairing: Childe, Diluc, Zhongli X Fem!Reader (Separate)

Summary: What's he like when he's making love and fucking you

Mia's Notes: Just a little quick something because I'm feeling horny as fuck. Why just these three boys? I'm always horny for Childe and Zhongli, I'm just feeling particularly horny for Diluc huehuehue ;) Not proofread (it's 1.30am, have mercy on me)

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1,956 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Is that a Hickey? | Zhongli, Childe

Warning: NSFW, biting, little blood, hickies, rough sex(mentions), more stuff I probably missed

Pairing: Fem!Reader X Zhongli, Childe (Separate)

Mia’s Notes: Oh it has been a while since I posted a fic (fic thingy) like this. Please who out of these two men is going to give me a hickey (I pick both huehueheuh)

Notice the missing WC pointer because I didn’t bother counting this time smh

Also appreciate my pretty gifs wuuwuwuwu

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