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dal@sea 5.13.23 | round 2
#otter like WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT. oh. hey. get out#made me laugh#jake oettinger#dallas stars#stars lb#cel gifs#scp23#uhh fuck it#jordan eberle
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Nerd Hunter (teaser)
Pairing: nerd!Jeon Wonwoo x black!female!reader
Word Count: 596(teaser) 5.3K(full fic)
Warnings: Pining, kind of a slow burn, strangers to lovers, feelings, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), corruption kink, slight dom/sub undertones, a little girl on girl action, rough s*x, manhandling, fingering(f receiving), oral(m and f receiving), protected(do this) and unprotected s*x(don’t do this unless you’re sure), BACKSHOTS, mating press, dumbification, spit kink, creampies
𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: he was supposed to be just another conquest—another notch in your studded belt, another victory to mount on your wall but when that bespectacled nerd with the cutest smile worms his way into your heart, your gun jams and now you’re caught in a stampede of feelings that you weren’t sure how to escape….did you even want to?
Release Date: TBD
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Your hazel eyes wandered over the packed crowd of drunk college students, glossed lips leaving a sticky film on your straw as you sipped on whatever fruity concoction Kyla had poured into your cup.
The party was in full swing—drinks were flowing, the music was bumping with the greatest hits of the early 2000s, and there was no doubt there were about 7 people having sex upstairs. If you were lucky, you and another person would make 9 but that was proving to be more difficult than you thought. Despite all the friends that surrounded you, you were still so incredibly bored.
You needed something to do. You needed someone to do.
“Daddy’s home!” Mingyu bellowed once he reached your group, holding two cases of Twisted Tea in the air with his beefy arms. Cheers erupted at the sight of your group’s sunshine, Kyla jumping up from her seat next to you to run into his chest and whisk him into a kiss that got heated quicker than a Chick Fil A worker could say my pleasure.
Hoshi threw a cup at the pair, groaning loudly in disgust. “Get a room! I’d like to stay innocent, thank you.”
Seungcheol scoffed. “Innocent? You and Jasmine fuck so much, you could get a condom sponsorship. You do it at least 6 times a day.”
A chorus of laughter rang out at the expense of an embarrassed Jasmine, her hands flying up to cover her face whereas her boyfriend was smugly grinning, not at all ashamed of his sexual attraction to his girlfriend.
“Hey! We stopped using condoms a little while ago.” He revealed and Jasmine wanted nothing more than to fade into obscurity right now. “Besides, we only did it twice today, it would have been three if we didn’t get disrupted in the car on the way here-oof.” His words cut off when Jasmine hit him in the chest, her eyes screaming at him to shut the hell up but the damage was already done.
Seungcheol’s face dropped, the gears in his brain turning before he said, “wait but…..I drove us here.”
A pause of awkward silence followed as the realization washed over everyone; Kyla popped her lips as Mingyu coughed, Jihoon lifted his glass to look at the bottom of it for some reason, and your eyes went to that spot in the corner which became increasingly interesting at the moment.
Hoshi cleared his throat, checking the imaginary watch on his wrist. “Well would you look at the time? Come on, baby. We have to go volunteer at that otter daycare. Stay blessed, my brothers and sisters.” He rushed, ushering Jasmine off his lap and leading her away from the group.
“KWON SOONYOUNG! If I find nut in my car, you’re dead!” Seungcheol threatened lividly, closely following behind the scampering couple.
The remainder of you looked at one another before breaking out in laughter once again.
“Those 3 are ridiculous.” Mingyu commented with a shake of his head.
“For real.” Kyla agreed. “Anyway, baby. Do you want a drink?”
“Let me go put these in the kitchen first.” He motioned to the drinks he had brought. Then, his eyes lit up as he remembered something. “Oh yeah! I want to introduce you guys to my friend, Wonwoo.”
Moving to the side, Mingyu revealed a person standing right behind him who none of you noticed until now and suddenly your previous boredom hoped on a flight with Spirit Airlines because it just got drop kicked.
Dark jeans. Oversized hoodie. Glasses. Kind of slouched posture. Eyes shifting around nervously.
Target acquired.
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Can I request the team maybe finding out grim hordes cute stuff?. Maybe something like plushies or even Sanrio stuff. They might be kinda embarrassed by it since their technically a young adult in the military who’s killed countless people but still collects cute stuff and guards it like a dragon.
Hoarder
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pairings: platonic 141 x grim
warnings: none, grim being shy
summary: the team finds out grim hoards
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you knew you shouldn’t be embarrassed by this. it was nothing compared to your job. but, you just couldn’t help it. it truly caused you to cave in on yourself.
you had been on a solo mission. just some quick intel gathering. it went fairly smoothly, and you were back at base in no time.
you were awfully tired, though. ready to crash in your bed, and sleep the next day away.
all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your stuffed animals, and get some well deserved sleep.
but, there was a change in plans. you had stopped by the commons to say goodnight to your team, but the sight you saw made you pause in your steps.
your duffel bag slipped from your hands as they came to cover your mouth in shock.
a bright red dusted your features, ears a stark pink.
“oh- hey guys, haha” your voice was sheepish, a small, uneasy smile on your face.
“what’s going on..?”
“grim. why the hell do you have all these stuffed animals? they cover the whole couch!” gaz’s voice was higher pitched, an effort not to laugh straight in your face.
the guys, save from ghost, had amusement dancing on their features.
“no, because this is really embarrassing. you weren’t supposed to know. how did you even find them?” you shrieked. you rushed forward to try to scoop them all up, but there were just too many. some fell to the floor, right out of your arms.
the bun your hair was in started to come lose from your frantic efforts.
“grim, you’re an adult. why do you have them?” price almost sounded disappointed, but he was too busy laughing to actually play the part of disappointed dad.
“look, this is embarrassing. i’m killer. but i can’t help it! they’re so cute! i get them when we go on missions. just- stuff ‘em in my pack.” you made a stuffing motion with your hand.
“now, will you please help me take these back to my room?”
ghost stepped forward, grabbing a small black cat plushie, and squeezed it lightly, “i like this one..”
“oh! yeah, keep it!” you beamed up at him.
“aye, i wan’ one!” soap rushed forward, gaz right behind him.
they helped you put them back, soap and gaz grabbing their favorite ones.
you finally relaxed, laid out on all your stupid little stuffed animals. you reached over and grabbed a little otter. his face was so fluffy.
you purses your lips. you gave a small hum.
“price never got one…”
you jumped out of bed, otter in hand, and made your way to price’s office.
price was sat at his desk, head in hand, filling out paperwork. a soft knock rang out.
“yeah, come in!”
the door opened softly, your face peaking through the slight opening.
“hey, cap. can i come sit?” your voice was soft. the faint smell of a cherry vanilla cigar danced around the room.
“‘course.”
“i brought you this! you never got one. didn’t want you to feel left out or anything… he kinda looks like ya. the eyes, man. it’s definitely the eyes.” you let out a huff of laughter.
you stuck your hand out, the otter looking back up at price.
his soft eyes looked from the small plush otter, and back up to you.
his hand went out and grabbed the stuffed animal.
“huh. i guess it kinda does look like me. thanks kid.” his head turned back up to you, a kind smile on his face.
“yeah. of course! no problem, cap. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you make your way to the door.
“hey, kid.”
your hand paused on the door, half way out of the room already, “yeah?”
“sleep well, yeah?”
you nod, “yeah.”
you give a smile, and made your way to bed.
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a/n: thank you for reading, stinks <3
#grim au#john price#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#soap cod#ghost#john price x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#soap#soap x reader#ghost x reader#cod#cod mw2 imagine#cod mw22#ghost cod#cod mw2#cod x reader#141 x reader#task force 141#grim is a baby#real
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Sarah we need more Wayne so can we get some conversations with him when the reader is pregnant? I know he’d love to be a grandpa🥹😩💕
Hiii babes!! I hope you enjoy this and just know it made me all emotional so thanks for that 🫠💖
-Some of these are between him and Eddie and I marked those with a 🖤 the others are the reader talking to Wayne.
*Wayne is ready to be a grandpa and he always makes sure he has your snacks on hand*
🖤 “What did you just say?” “I said…you’re going to be a grandpa…or like whatever you want to be called? You don’t have to go by grandpa if you’re totally against it.” “A grandpa? You…two are going to be…parents?” “Fucking crazy right? I about blacked out when she told me.” “Good lord please let it be more like her I really don’t think I can handle another you.” “Hey! I wasn’t that bad…”
“Uncle Wayne do you have any pickles? Eddie ate my last one.” “Uh oh you didn’t kill him did you?” “No…just cried and made him go to the store.” “Well come on in and check the fridge darlin I think I have a whole jar full.” “Did he tell you he tried to slip Ozzy in as a possible name for the baby?” “How’d he handle it when you told him no?” “He pouted. Like full on stomped his feet and pouted.” “He’s always been that way, when he gets told no he storms off and makes a big scene. It was more entertaining when he was a toddler though…” “I think that’s why he ate my last pickle…out of retaliation.” “Send him over here when he gets home from the store.” “Ohh gonna talk some sense into him uncle Wayne?” “Don’t worry about it sweetheart just send him over okay?” “Will do! Thanks for the pickles!” “Anytime.”
🖤 “She cried in the middle of the mini mart yesterday.” “Well yeah she’s growing a whole human she’s gonna be a little more…emotional than normal.” “It was because the polar bear on the holiday Coke display was wearing a turtle neck…” “Oh don’t go acting like you didn’t cry at the zoo when I told you it was time to go and you wanted to watch those damn otters swim around some more.” “That’s different I was like five!” “Just let her have her moments okay? She needs you to be supportive not making fun of her.” “I’d never make fun of her it’s just…sometimes she just cries out of no where and I don’t know what to do.” “You just let her cry and hold her hand and tell her it’s okay. That’s all she needs from you.” “Okay…I can do that.”
“What the hell are you doin?” “I’m hanging pictures up? Eddie isn’t here and it’s been driving me absolutely crazy seeing them just sitting here so I figured I’d do it myself.” “Get down…now please.” “It’s just a step stool uncle Wayne it’s perfectly safe.” “Darlin you can barley walk on a flat surface without falling so please…just take my hand and step down okay? I’ll hang the pictures up.” “You and Eddie really are related. He says the exact same thing.” “You know he’d be freaking out if he saw you up there.” “Yeah one time he came home and I was standing on a chair to put some mugs away and I thought he was going to have a heart attack.” “You’re too far along to be climbing onto things and sure as shit too pregnant to be standing on chairs okay? Just call me if he’s gone and you need something hung up or need me to grab a mug off the top shelf.” “Fine.” “Now don’t go giving me that sad little pout. I know you like to be independent but it’s for your own safety okay? You’ll be back to scaling the counters and climbing step stools before you know it.”
🖤 “it’s…uh it’s a girl. We are having a girl…” “congrats Eddie I know you wanted a little girl.” “I’m going to be a girl dad…with the dolls and the tea parties and all the pink glittery shit girls like….” “I mean not all girls are into that kinda stuff but yeah…you’re gonna be a dad to a little girl. How do you feel?” “Like I’m going to royally fuck it up but also I’m …excited? It’s weird.” “Eh all parents feel like they’re gonna mess it up but it’s a learning process. You’re gonna be fine son.” “You ready to have a little girl running around calling you grandpa?” “Shit no. But what about you? You ready to have a little girl running around calling you dad?” “Actually…yeah…I am.”
“Will you teach her how to fix cars?” “Sure. When she’s old enough to hold the flashlight.” “Eddie is trying to convince me the van is a perfectly reliable family van.” “It has no backseat…” “that’s what I told him but he said he’s gonna install some.” “Instal some seats? God he’s really lost it huh?” “I found a cheap little car that I love but figured I might see what you think about it before I even show it to him.” “Oh you want to tag team him is that it?” “Well he can’t tell us both no…” “that’s sneaky sweetheart, but I’ll do it because no way in hell am I letting my grand baby ride around in that damn van.” “
#eddie munson x pregnant!reader#uncle wayne#wayne munson#wayne munson x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson request#eddie munson x y/n#dad!eddie x mom!reader#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson concept#eddie munson drabble#Eddie Munson#my little dungeon master baby
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A Date With An Incubus
Summary: After breaking off a long-term relationship you decide to try dating again, however your first date with this guy you matched with on a dating app doesn't go as you planned.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
originally posted on AO3
Tags: Reader Insert | Cunnilingus | Incubus | Unprotected Sex | Smut | Demon Sex | Demon/Human Relationships | Demon & Human Interactions | Original Male Character / AFAB Reader | Incubus/Reader | Fingering | Oral
You had decided to enter the dating pool again after breaking off a nearly decade-long relationship. Of course, things happen, and people drift apart, but damn, this one kind of hurt. You were alone for the first time in years, and it felt weird. Even going back into the dating pool was strange. You got so used to your routine with your ex that you weren’t sure what to expect when you had your first date since the breakup… but one thing that made you hopeful was the person you were talking to seemed nice. Like actually lovely, and it helped that he was handsome too, but you had this strange feeling you’d seen him before, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
You were to meet him at the Aquarium, his idea. It wasn’t your first pick for a first date, maybe a second or third date, but still, you appreciated it. It was cute, you had to admit. You looked at the time. Was it already 3? Your date started at 3:30, and it’d take forty-five minutes to get there. Shit. You get dressed quickly, grab your keys, and head out the door. Great, you were already late on the first date, worrying that this would somehow ruin his first impression of you. You sit in the car, deciding whether to text him, which you do.
[SMS] 3:38 PM: Hey, I’m so sorry; I just left my apartment. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m sorry!
[SMS] 3:39 PM: It’s fine. Please be safe first. I’ll meet you outside when you get here. 😊
The emojis he always sent you were cute, making you feel slightly less guilty about being late.
When you arrived, he was where he said he’d be, right outside the Aquarium. He sat on a bench, and from first glance, he already looked like a big guy, but when he caught you approaching, he stood up and waved, a wide grin appearing on his face. Jesus Christ, he was tall , and you weren’t that small yourself. You were average height. He jogs over to you and greets you. “Glad you made it!” you also realized this was the first time you heard his voice. He was Scottish. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” he gives another smile.
Still, the feeling of familiarity lingers, and now it’s starting to bother you. Where the hell have you seen this guy before? You snap out of your thoughts when he speaks again. “I got us some tickets for the Otter Encounter, but that doesn’t start for another hour and a half, and I also saw a restaurant in here if you wanted to check it out.” Wow, this guy sure has a lot of things planned for the two of you. And all for a first date? Maybe he hasn’t dated in a while and got over-excited. Not that it bothers you. You’re glad you decided to go and not just ghost him. “Yeah, the restaurant sounds nice. Let’s go there first,” you said, smiling back at him.
The two of you make your way through the building, passing exhibits and such, commenting on the animals as you see them. The restaurant was what you expected. A little gimmick with ocean themes, but it was charming. And the food wasn’t terrible, kind of overpriced though. Though as you ate your food, you noticed he barely touched his. Maybe he ate before he came here? You stare at his face as you eat, and he sees. “Oh, do I have something on my face?” your face quickly flushes in embarrassment. “Oh no, I–” should you bite the bullet there? Yeah, if you didn’t, it would keep you from thoroughly enjoying yourself. “You just look really familiar. Have you’ve been in anything?” a nervous laugh followed from him, and now he seemed a little coy. “Short answer, yeah. Stuff online mostly.” then it clicks.
He was a content creator you followed on Twitter and other less favorable sites. A content creator who made porn! You were on a date with a cam guy. Your eyes widen, and your mouth hangs open slightly. Was this really happening? Were you on a date with fucking Axel Lily? He speaks again. “Look, I understand if you would want to call it here–” you interrupt, “No, no, it’s fine! It’s kinda cool actually,” you admit, and that’s when you see his eyebrow raise. “Yeah?” He sounds relieved. “Yeah, I actually follow some of your content.” oops probably should’ve kept that to yourself. You hear him laugh, though. “Well, I appreciate the support.” Now you’re thrilled you didn’t ghost him.
The date continued, as usual, meeting the Otters being the highlight of your trip there, besides the other thing you discovered about him. So when it comes to an end, you feel disappointed until he invites you back to his place. You agree, maybe a little too eagerly, and you follow him in your car back to his house. Was going over to his home too much for a first date? Maybe but the decision was made, and there was no turning back now.
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When you arrive at the house, you can’t help but notice that it looks normal. You didn’t know why you expected anything else. You park near it and follow him inside. It was lovely inside, too, normal. Though you wondered where that room was. You wanted to see it, but you shouldn’t be too pushy. You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn’t notice him coming up behind you until you turned around. He startled you a bit, to which he apologized, but you knew he had something brewing in that mind of his. Something naughty. A devious-looking smirk paints his features as he looks at you, and you can’t even begin to describe how that excited you. You knew what was going to happen next.
He gets as close as he possibly can to you, his hand ghosting your waist as he looks at you with this lustful gaze. The two of you are waiting to see who’d make the first move. Instead, you felt brave and pulled him down into a kiss. The kiss started soft, lingering on each other’s lips before it became more passionate with each departure until the two of you desperately felt each other. You dared to tug at his shirt, signaling him to take it off, which he did. You didn’t know why but you expected him to look different in real life, but no. His body was just as gorgeous as it had been in his shows. The man was fucking stacked. “Holy shit.” you mutter before he returns for another frantic kiss.
You find yourself on the couch, where he pushes you down and climbs on top of you, pulling off your clothing. All the while, your hand finds itself in his sweatpants, feeling for his cock. Christ, it felt huge. You stroke it gently, and that elicits a moan from him. You keep stroking him as his hands start to wander and soon he finds your slit, with no hesitation, he slips his fingers inside. “Wet for me already, huh?” He sounds so smug. “Let’s see if I can make you any wetter.” his thumb starts circling your clit as he curls his fingers inside you. Fuck, did it feel good! You do your best to keep stroking his cock, but with how his fingers are working, you can barely keep up. You try your best, though. He goes at it for a little while until he withdraws his fingers from you. You let out a noise of disappointment until you see him pull your underwear off and put his head between your legs. Then you feel his mouth on your cunt, sucking and lapping at it, he was eating you like he was starving, and you were a full-course meal. His hands held your hips as his tongue worked on you. You bucked with every lash he gave you until you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you. You swear you could see stars, but he wasn’t finished with you.
Axel returns and gives you another kiss where you can taste yourself on his tongue. But as you went on with your passionate fling, you started to notice something, his teeth were sharper than you remember, and they cut your lip. You open your eyes, pull back, and begin catching a few more things. He turned fucking blue! And horns! And claws! And a fucking tail! What the hell? “Woah!” you’ve entirely snapped out of your pleasured daze and scooted back, your back hitting the couch. “What the fuck?!” you yell out. You swallow as you look at what’s in front of you. Your date turned into some sort of blue fucking demon! He looks confused for a moment until he looks at his hands. “Ah shit.” he doesn’t sound surprised, just… embarrassed? “I’m sorry, this doesn’t usually happen.” he makes it sound like he did something small, like he made a mess or something. You just blink, staring at him. You don’t know what to make of it, but… even as all of this is happening, you don’t feel like he will harm you. Even if he looks a little demonic. “Axel, what the hell is going on?” you want answers, though.
He sucks through his teeth before sitting back up. “I’m a demon…” he smiles awkwardly. “An incubus.” You just stared at him. You couldn’t believe this. “I see...” you said quietly. “I had every intention of telling you, I promise.” he quickly interjects with worry. You linger there, thinking for a moment, you thought about leaving, but there is another part of you urging you to stay. Axel reaches out to touch you but quickly recoils, probably realizing it’s not a good idea.
When you had this fascination with the occult, you read about his kind. They killed people. They drained them dry. You look at him once more. “Are you… are you going to kill me?” you ask. There’s this look of shock on his face. “What?! No! No.” he tries to assure you, and it somewhat works because you start to relax. “I wouldn’t dream of that.” His tone is soft and comforting. “So why did you invite me here?” there’s a pause as he looks down at his hands, “Because I like you.” you believe him. For some reason, you believe him. “But I can understand if you wanna call it here–” “I didn’t say that.” you interrupt him, and you see his eyebrows raise. “What?” the incubus sounds admittedly confused. You moved closer to him. Now you were bold, taking his hand and placing it on your thigh. He takes the hint soon after, and you two continue where you left off.
You see him shift to remove his pants, and of course, the fucking porn star and now revealed incubus has the most enormous cock you’ve ever seen. But, of course, why would you expect anything less? It was over seven inches in length and pretty thick in girth, he was uncircumcised, and it was blue like the rest of him. You weren’t sure if you would be able to take all this, but you couldn’t wait to try.
He continues taking the lead, putting his hands on your knees and spreading your legs wide open for him to see all you had to offer. Axel looks at you with hunger in his eyes as he strokes his cock’s head against your clit in a slow, daunting motion. He’s teasing you, and you love it, but you wanted all he had, and you wanted it inside you. You take your hand and point it down so his head meets your entrance, you look up at him with a wanting gaze, and you see him grin. Finally, he looks down, and you see him spit, and when it meets your cunt you feel a sort of warmth as he rubs it around your hole’s entrance. “Ready?” he asks you, “Yes, please,” you reply.
You feel him slowly slide it in, stopping every so often up until he is entirely in. He’s letting you adjust to him, waiting for your okay to move. He was inside you. There was a demon inside you, part of you couldn’t believe this was happening, but the other part of you wanted this moment to last forever. When you finally feel ready, you give him a nod, and he nods back. The incubus starts to move his hips, and you feel his cock sliding out before it slams back in. The motion causes a shiver through your body. The motions continue until they gradually get faster in rhythm, and you wrap your legs around his waist. “That’s it.” you hear him say in a low voice, “Taking my cock like a good pet.” you feel a claw glide across your lower lip as he continues his merciless thrusts into you. Your body felt so hot. It was on fire! “Moan for me, my dove.” it’s a command you’ll gladly follow, so you moan. You moaned out his name and swore to God as this demonic, beautiful creature ruined you. He grabs your hips, his claws digging into your skin as he continues thrusting, ensuring he hits your particular spot to make you see stars. “Ah–fuck!” you cry, feeling your sweet release.
Axel moves you onto his lap, keeping his hands on your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock with such a fierce pace that you could hardly catch your breath. You hook your arms around his shoulders, but it barely keeps you stable. He’s relentless with his cock, and he will make sure you cum. Again. And it doesn’t take long. You can feel it building up again as he switches from bouncing you to ramming it inside you. His balls slapped against your skin with a loud audible smack! “Come on, pet, cum for me again,” he growls out this command, and you do. You cum so fucking hard that your legs start to shake, and your fingernails dig deep into his blue skin. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” you cry out as you let your orgasm wash over you. You can see a smirk form on his lips. Smug bastard. If he wasn’t fucking your brains out, you would have made a remark. He tilts his head, “Think you can spare one more?” he asks. “Y-yes. Yes, please.” you needed just one more… One more release.
Axel takes you off his cock and puts you back underneath him, your legs parting once more as he slides back in. Another shaky moan leaves you as he moves his hips once more. The pace was more gentle this time as Axel moved inside you. He was letting this one build-up, and it was killing you. The slow, deliberate motions drive you crazy, and the demon knew precisely what he was doing. “You want it?” he whispers huskily in your ear, and you can only muster a nod. “Okay then.” he wanted to make you beg, but he’d save it for another time. Suddenly the thrusts became harder and harder until you could feel your cunt tighten around his cock, then he cums. His hot sticky semen filled you up, and it was enough to make you finish cumming too.
He withdraws from you and lays down next to you. You feel a sticky substance trail down your thigh, goddamn there was a lot. Unlike you, he seems fine after that, back to his energetic self, “Here, let me clean you up.” but when he goes to help you, you give him a little wave. “G-Give me a second….” you sound out of breath. “Maybe you can… grab some towels?” you suggest, and he gives you a nod before heading to his bathroom. You notice he’s back in his human form when he comes back. The Axel you knew before… all this. You spread your legs and allow him to clean you up. He was so gentle with you, it was strange for sure, but it was something you appreciated though a question comes to mind. He came in you, and you weren’t on the pill. “Hey–” he looks up at you, “I’m… not going to get instantly pregnant, am I?” you sound worried, but he gives you a shake of the head. “Long story short, no. I can’t get people pregnant without some weird demonic magic. I’m infertile otherwise.” Well, that’s convenient, and for some reason, you believe him.
Axel finishes cleaning you up, and you gather enough strength to finally sit up. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around you. “Hell of a first date, huh?” He cracks a joke. “Yeah, and I look forward to the rest of them.” You see his eyes light up, “Really?” you give a tired nod, “Yeah.” you can feel the excitement radiate off him. You were going to stick around for sure. Besides the whole demon thing, Axel seemed like a sweet guy. And well, you were always curious about Incubi anyways…
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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)
Hey all! Thanks so much for tagging me @wellbelesbian, @aristocratic-otter, @valeffelees, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ivelovedhimthroughworse and @iamamythologicalcreature! You’ve all correctly determined that I am procrastinating writing.
1. 🐬Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)
I actually don’t have any that are named at this point. Titles and tags are really difficult for me and I put both off to the last minute and second-guess myself into hell
2. 🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___=___”
Popular movie retelling + flying goats = Baz and Dev have A Spot of Bother
3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?
Wraaaugugh, see #1 :P. I don’t know, in seriousness, I think the WIP mentioned above will end up getting a tag for sexual harassment or something like that given the nature of one necessary scene in the movie it’s based on. It’s not going to be worse than the source material, which is PG-13
4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?
Oh, to have so many ideas for titles that there’s ever an alternative lying around to spare :(
5. ⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?
I’m pretty likely to finish a sequel to Field Trip of Dreams (SEE WHAT I MEAN about titles?) this week. The eighth years are off on another field trip—this time it’s a weekend training excursion with the Mage. Baz and Simon have been dating for the short time that’s passed since FToD, but they manage to get in a fight on the bus trip to Scafell Pike, and when it turns into a sort-of-tussle the Mage mistakes it for actual animosity and sends them off to a secluded cabin to bang (I mean work🙄) it out. Absolutely everybody but Davy—including the other teachers—knows exactly how much of a “punishment” this is
6. 💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you've saved it as)
Practical magic au
7. 🖍️Post Any sentence from your wip
“Shut up, Gareth!” we shout as one, Snow adding a few brutish threats as Gareth pales and turns back around in his seat.
8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP
I actually can’t remember. I don’t plot my writing out very extensively so in a sense there’s hundreds of little scrapped thoughts rather than anything huge. I’m eliminating a lot of things with my crucible marriage fic, but it’s hard to say right now what’s actually gone or just being moved around. I know a major one I’ve been battling with is that prior to getting dragged off to Pitch Manor by his new husband Baz, I want Simon to have been living with Penny in a flat of their own, but for another aspect of the story I want him to have been living with the Mage in Watford (which is an au mage’s settlement in the fic) as well. There’s ways to work around it for the results I want, I just haven’t written it out yet.
9. 🤔What's a story you'd love to write but haven't even started yet?
I’m pretty sure I have at least a few lines written down for everything I want to write
10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?
Oh, man…actively, probably the field trip one and my COBB. Somewhat less actively: a reverse COBB fic, a sequel to Monsters Under the Bed, a sequel to After Hours where Simon makes good on his promise to despoil Baz on his office desk, and my unending crucible marriage fic. Less active than that: a fic response to a prompt for Simon being the one kidnapped and Baz has to rescue him. There’s probably (cough*definitely*cough) some pretty messed-up OOC smut stuff lying around in my docs as well, that I add to when I’m in the mood and have zero plans to ever post
11. 🛠️Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
I keep telling myself to just write and stop worrying about this for the moment, but I’m kind of bumming myself out worrying about whether I want to use first or third person, as well as past or present tense, for my COBB. I think the issue is that some scenes are bound to play out better one way while others would be better served differently. This is not usually a thing I struggle with.
12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.
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This was fun! (Once I stopped putting it off, lol). No pressure tagging (and sorry if I get anyone who’s already done it): @cutestkilla, @mooncello, @artsyunderstudy, @prettygoododds, @drowninginships, @hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @youarenevertooold, @ileadacharmedlife, @facewithoutheart, @imagineacoolusername, @ic3-que3n
#ask game#ask game for writers#procrastination#tag game#SnowBaz#SnowBaz fanfic#works in progress#wip
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Lore Post//
Mafuyu picks up Tsukasa from his house by her car and they drive to her home. On the way, Mafuyu wanted to have small talk with Tsukasa. However, he WAS going through a rough time. And since he was sitting in the back seat, Mafuyu thought that this would be a great moment for him to finally cope a bit in silence. It always helped her calm down when she was feeling bad, she believed it would be the same for Tsukasa. When they arrived, Mafuyu got out and opened the door for Tsukasa, holding her hand out for him. It was the same as a prince helping a princess get down.
Oh..! Uhm...thank you...
Tsukasa awkwardly took her hand and got out. Mafuyu unlocks the front door and they both enter the house. Tsukasa was almost immediately greeted by Mafuyu's mother.
"Ah, Tenma-san! Right, Mafuyu did talk about you coming over. Please, make yourself comfortable. If you'd like, I can make tea for the both of you!"
It's nice to meet you too Ms. Asahina...
Thanks mom! Tea would be nice, it helps with bad emotions!
"Right. I'll make it, you two go have fun!"
T-Thank you...
They go in Mafuyu's room.
Don't mind my mom. She's only like that when a guest arrives.
Really? Is she the opposite when you two are alone?
Mhm.
Oh...I'm sorry to hear that...
...No wait...
Hm?
I'm sorry...I invited you to make you feel better, not to make you feel worse by gushing about my problems.
Oh it's fine...I need something to take my mind off of things anyway...
I know but...I'm just worried about you. You're acting like high school me.
Ugh...high school...what a hell it was...
Yeah. I don't think anyone liked their high school time.
Hehe...hnm...
Maybe I triggered something? Saki-san did mention his trauma in high school to me...Ugh...I shouldn't have said that.
You have...lots of bunnies in your room...
Oh, yes. They're my favorite animal! What about yours?
Uhm...I like dogs...but cats are pretty cute too. And birds are so interesting. Though if we're talking about any animal it has to be any sea animal! Their living style is so interesting and it's so much fun to look up and research about them!
Mafuyu listens intently to Tsukasa's words. Tsukasa is talking about things he enjoys other than dealing with Ena's death. This was a good step. Mafuyu couldn't mess it up now.
Which sea animal do you like researching the most?
For underwater, it's either sharks or jellyfish! For above it's otters and platypuses! Did you know jellyfishes don't have a heart, brain or anything else but can still live? Oh! Oh oh!! And then there's these tardigrads and oh god they are fascinating!! Their other name is "Sea bears"! They can live in extreme weather! Without oxygen! And it's so interesting!!!
How did this conversation go from bunnies to sea bears that can live without oxygen?
No clue!
Mafuyu's mom knocks and opens the door.
"Hey kids...I made you two tea."
Thanks mom! I'll take that from you.
Mafuyu takes the tea set from her mother. After that, her mother leaves. Mafuyu touches one of the cups before taking the other one. Tsukasa raises the other cup and takes a sip. He immediately drops the cup on himself because he burned his tongue, and ends up burning himself again. Idiot.
GAH-!! Hng-!
Oh god. I'll get some napkins.
Mafuyu leaves to get napkins. While she does. She glances at her mother, which she notices.
"Is something wrong dear?"
You made the tea hotter for one of the cups. I'm not stupid.
"Oh but why would I ever do that? You're simply overreacting."
Hey. Remember why dad divorced with you? It's because you're a piece of shit that makes sure when you're in a bad situation, you make someone's already bad situation to hell. Learn to suck it up you bitch ass cunt.
"..."
With that, Mafuyu goes back to her room and gives Tsukasa some napkins.
Oh...thank you...
You're welcome...
B-But you didn't have to do this...
I just want to make sure you're okay.
Huh...?
Sigh...Saki told me about your state and I can't lie that I became worried...a lot for you.
...!
Because...We all have different ways of coping, but I want to make sure yours is a safe one.
Asahina-san...
Please....just call me by Mafuyu...
Mafuyu...Mafuyu...
Hm?
Sniff...sniff...I uhm...can I get a hug...? I'm just...
No need to explain. Of course.
Mafuyu hugged Tsukasa tightly. Tsukasa gripped on her very tight. She wants to...make sure he's coping in a safe way? That's too much. You could never hear that from anyone. Not even your parents. And Mafuyu just said it like that. Even with Saki, he wanted to stay strong. He didn't want her too see him as vulnerable as a lost kitten. But it felt like Mafuyu broke a limit. Like...she knew his life and knew the right things to do. He was so greatful to have her. He cried like never before. Mafuyu sensed different types as he cried. A lost kid's cry. A cry of a middle schooler who failed a test. A cry of a collage students who couldn't get accepted. The cry of a girl who broke up with her lover. The cry of a boy who broke up his lover. The cry of a mom who lost her baby. The cry of a man who lost her wife. The cry of a dog who witnessed it's puppies getting taken away. The cry of a cat who saw it's kittens die before it. All the cries in the world...yet his cries hurt Mafuyu deep. She didn't want to let go. So she didn't.
Tags: @aspenii @bobcross1010 @blankblyke @delartz @kusanagi-nene-official-mod @t4m4r1 @kiwi-does-stuff @mai-mai-mai @mizuribbons @scodscod
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Life is Strange Starter Sentences
Send one for my muse's response. Feel free to change pronouns as needed.
"Hey... Be careful out there."
"Everybody pretends to care until they don't."
"With great power comes great bullshit."
"I'll always be with you."
"I'm fucking insane in the brain! Let's dance!"
"My powers might not last."
"If an event skimps on the food, you know it's a bad event."
"I wish I could stay in this moment forever."
"Now you're totally stuck in the Retro Zone. Sad face."
"Put some clothes on, hillbilly. "
"There's nothing more innocent than a teenager's diary"
"You're sweating pinballs. Is that all you're thinking about?"
"Nobody tells me what to do. Not my parents, not the Principal, or that whore in the bathroom!"
"Ready for the mosh pit, shaka brah."
"Everything is a picture waiting to be taken... "
"The slightly unconscious model is often the most open and honest. No vanity or posing, just... pure expression."
"I bet you were glad to see her blast up in that truck like a rock star."
"I hate to say I'm glad to see you, but I'm so glad to see you."
"Oh, I see... I'm not important to you anymore. Nobody cares about me... Nobody..."
"When a door closes, a window opens, or something like that."
"Would you like to spend the rest of your life in my dark room?"
"I don't have a fucking clue what's going on. But I have total faith that you'll do the right thing when the time comes."
"I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation."
"Just because I’m mentally ill doesn’t mean I deserve to die"
"It sucks to be dragged into the spotlight."
"If that tornado came right now, I would just sit here and watch for a while."
"You’re exactly the kind of soldier I’d want by my side in a war."
"Are you cereal?"
"I know I can be a pain in the ass... and... and you've always treated me like a person, not... not a beta nerd. I told you before that I'll always believe you..."
"Nobody... nobody lectures me. Everybody tries though... They try..."
"Everybody hates me... everybody..."
"That video of you clubbing didn't look like homework..."
"You already love my work, so it's not like you're playing favorites. Just imagine if you picked my photo, though... we would have to spend a LOT of time together... That could be... fun, don't you think?"
"Meow. Bring out the claws. I love seeing chicks fight."
"Don't think I don't know what goes on around here. You've only been here for three weeks and you're already causing conflict."
"I may be a pest, but... I'm a good listener."
"Hey, hey... I know this is a bad time, but can I get one picture? I've been feeling like this might be actually the end of the world, so... I want to have something for prosperity."
"You want some drugs?"
"Why look, an otter in my water!"
"Years of mad dodging skills. Bullies never change."
"I was eating those beans—are you fucking insane? I WAS EATING THOSE BEANS!"
"Hey, that's total slander!"
"I'm not a real scientist, even though I play one at school, but this seems like pure cause and effect, maybe Chaos Theory..."
"I do believe in forgiveness and redemption."
"I don't want to fight with you anymore. I don't want to fight with anyone anymore..."
"Everybody lies. No exceptions."
"Even angels need angels."
"Yes, you're a psychopath. And this is your last session."
"How the hell did you know about that photo? That's my favorite picture of her... I can look at it anytime and she'll always be there for me. I can't stand not knowing where she is... not hearing her voice... or her laugh... anymore."
"Wowser"
"Always take the shot. My number one rule in photography."
"I love that you're my partner in crime."
"Since you're the mysterious superhero... I'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion."
"I'm sick of your disrespect! Tell me the truth, that's an order!"
"Home, shit, home."
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DARKWING IN: Freddy vs Jason
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these teens were have a party that was next door to the mallards.
"Marry, f*ck, or k*ll? Your choices are-- your choices are the Three Stooges. Go, Kia"
"Oh, God...Which one had the super-bad toupee hair?"
"Harry, Mar-- No!"
"No, no, no. It was Moe"
"Either one, I'd k*ll him"
"OK, who'd you f*ck, then?"
"This is stupid, y'all"
"Come on. Come on"
"Oh, God. Whatever, look. I'd f*ck the bald guy, and I'd marry Larry. Jesus. Is this what we're doing all night?
'Cause, y'all, this is really stank"
"Hey! Gibb, what are you doing? I thought you were gonna quit"
"I only smoke when I drink now"
"But you're always drinking"
"Yeah, well, I'll work on that next Hey, OK. I got another one. Fred, Scooby, or Shaggy?"
"Oh!"
"I'm not answering that and neither is she. Do you guys think I should get a nose job?"
"Oh, my God"
"Oh, please, Kia, what you need is a lobotomy"
Then suddenly as it was raining outside the lights started flickering.
"I think I'm gonna get some candles"
"I'm gonna get some beer. Do you guys want anything?" As the girl threw her cigarette out, it hit the hockey mask of legendary killer: jason voorhees, an otter with a machete.
"Are you sure you should be driving?"
"I'm so under the limit, Lori." As she opens the door her boyfriend came out.
"Surprise" and behind him a friend.
"Oh, Trey. You answered my prayers. Thank you"
"Whoa, babe! What'd I tell you about kissing me... after you've smoked, huh?"
"Lighten up. They're menthols"
"Yeah. I brought Blake. Where's Linda?"
"It's Lori. This is her house, so don't be a total cocksmith"
"Whatever"
"Where are the ladies?"
"Relax, they'll be here"
"I'm relaxed, man"
"I'm just wet"
"Did you know they were coming over?"
"Listen, you gotta be quiet. Hey, we knew you were be here all alone this weekend. Blake's cute"
"He's not my type"
"Oh! Who is? No one's ever gonna live up... to the fuzzy memory of your first love, Lori. You were f*cking fourteen, so get over it"
"Yeah, I know we were young... but what Will and l had was real"
"Well, correct me if I'm wrong... but didn't Mr. Real just drop-kick your ass... without so much as a good-bye handshake? He ever even call or maybe even write to you after he moved? Send you an e-mail?"
"No"
"You see my point? It's time to leave the convent, Lori.
You need to meet a guy"
The lights went out and two of the teens started making out making Lori to bring in the candles.
"Hey, Lori...I like the... flow of your place. Got good feng shui"
"Yeah"
"You know about feng shui?"
"Oh, oh! Oh, you should see her bedroom! Hmm?
Great flow in there. Lori, why don't you go upstairs and show Blake your feng shui?"
"Shut up!"
"I got a kink in my neck. Come on. You can massage it out for me"
"I think I need a few more drinks... before there'll be any massaging"
"What do you see in him?"
"I don't know, but he has a cute ass"
"Babe, don't make me ask you twice, OK?"
"So, Lori... am I gonna get that grand tour or what?"
"Yeah. You know, why don't you start in the kitchen... and get us some beers?"
"Cool"
"Oh, my God, Kia, he is a total idiot. Get him out of here"
"Oh, Lori, come on, give him a chance"
"I don't like him"
"You know what? You don't like anybody. I mean, Lori, you've barely gone out since--"
"Since what? Since my mom died? Yeah, well, you know what? My dad needs me. So I can't just go out with guys all the time... and if I did, it would not be with somebody like Blake"
But then the back door was open and someone was creaking upstairs.
"Your back door was open. I closed it"
"Mmm"
"Babe, you know I don't like to be touched after, OK?"
"Fine. I'll go have a shower then"
"Good. Your hair smells like menthols, anyway"
"assh*le"
As the guy lay in bed, he turns to see Jason there, who starts stabbing him in bed multiple times and once tray has enough, Jason closes the bed crushing him.
"Trey!" The girl steps out of shower, "What the hell are you doing?" She steps on a puddle of blood.
And when she saw his deceased body, she screams but Then it turns out to be gosalyn screaming, she wakes up from a nightmare.
After she wakes up, drake comes in to comfort her after he hears her screams.
"Gosayln? What's wrong?" He sits by her bed cupping her shoulders.
"It's nothing dad just a nightmare"
"Well you're safe now" he says.
But the nightmare just begun when next door they see the neighbors screaming and panicking running out of the house, the two look through the window to see the police arrived.
"What do you think's happening" gosayln asked.
"I don't know but I better go check it out" he changes to Darkwing.
"We need to lock this down now. Keep it contained, you hear me?" A agent named grizoff says.
"k*lled in bed. Jesus. It's even the same damn house.
It's gotta be him, right? It's gotta be Freddy Krueger"
"Hey! Don't even say... that son of a bitch's name out loud. Let's just keep it together. We've been through too much to let this thing spread now Take all the kids down to the station. Keep them separate.Do it now"
"What's going on?" Darkwing asked.
"It's nothing important, just a little accident"
"From what I heard it didn't sound like a accident"
Gosayln ends up waiting at the police station while Darkwing investigates.
"Anything?" Grizoff says.
She doesn't know anything.
"They don't know anything. None of them do. Pretty sure we're good"
"Ugh, very well, Good work there tonight, Darkwing.
Right place, right time. But we'll take it from here, all right?"
"Alright I guess I'll get going now"
Darkwing approaches gosayln, "Do they know who did this?" She asked.
"No, not yet sweetheart but we're working on it"
"But I thought I heard... one of the officers mention a name"
"You know, to tell you the truth, sweetheart...this is my first murder case but if they have a suspect, I'd be the first to know"
"But why did they asked me all these really weird questions...Like about my dreams--"
"Look it's been a long night for both of us why don't you wait here I'm gonna get dressed and we'll leave" Darkwing heads to a private room with no cameras.
"What was the name? What was the name?" Then gosayln remembered, "Freddy"
Then she finds the entire station empty, "Hello? Darkwing? Dad? Anyone here?"
She looks around and on the wall were posters of missing kids and blood started falling on the ground it came from nowhere.
She walks passed the wall when the kids looked at her.
Then she sees a little girl, "hey little gurl, Are you OK? Are you lost?"
She turns the little girl around only to find her eyeballs have been cut out.
"AH!"
"His name is Freddy Krueger... and he loves children, especially little girls. Freddy's coming back. Soon he'll be strong enough. It's OK to be afraid. We were all afraid. Warn your friends. Warn everyone"
Terrified the wall turns to her house, she backs up into the door all scared.
Then blood poured down, she looks around to see little girls singing his rhythm.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you Three, four, better lock the door Five, six, grab a crucifix Seven, eight, try to stay up late Nine, ten, never sleep again One, two, Freddy's coming for you..."
"Who's Freddy? Dad? Anyone?" Then out of nowhere a A disfigured and burned badger with bladed claws jumped at her.
"AH!" She screams then Drake shook her.
"Gosayln wake up" she awoke to find it was only another nightmare.
"What" she stammered and was confused.
"It's ok, it was just a nightmare" she holds on tight to him as he carried her home.
"Let's go home"
Meanwhile another teen was gonna get a visit from Freddy.
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Six Sentence Sunday & Countdown to EGF (Week 1!)
Hello hi hola!! Thank you for the early morning tags, @thewholelemon and @artsyunderstudy! I have six-ish sentences from Chapter 3 of my EGF fic, which I shared with my lovely EGF collaborator @shemakesmeforget (thank you for making me feel good about my writing 😆😆😆):
When Baz comes out into the kitchen, Simon Snow is still trotting around mostly naked except for Baz’s boxer briefs. He has freckles and moles everywhere, and the collar around his neck and the steaming mug of tea in his hands make him look oddly domestic; Baz is sure he’s seen a porn that started this way.
“Here,” Simon says, thrusting the mug at Baz. “Wasn’t sure if you took milk or sugar.”
“Usually milk,” Baz says, opening the fridge, “but - ah, yes, I’m out. I was going to do the weekly shop, but then kidnapping, imprisonment, et cetera.”
“Extremely et cetera,” Simon says solemnly.
Writing blather, a bonus pic, and tags behind the cut!
Here’s a brief description of my writing process thus far:
Write 22 000 words in basically a fever dream / fugue state (around the same time that I wrote “A cake with your name on it”)
Let it sit, because I knew it needed massive edits
Sign up for EGF in early Jan with all the arrogance and naivete of youth, because “hey! I already have a draft!”
Reread the draft in mid-Jan and feel like throwing up (Jan. 15 journal entry: “I just re-read my EGF fic and it seems like such a fucking disaster. What the actual hell”)
Attempt ambitious rewrites. Fail. Lose momentum. Journal about it a lot. Draw a bunch of mind maps. Get lost in the black hole of Tumblr. Cry in the car. Eat kettle chips and binge-watch the K-drama Doctors
Reread/re-watch some classic things that I should keep in a box/bookmarks folder called Break Glass in Case of Artistic Emergency (The Artist’s Way; Liz Gilbert’s TED talk on daemons; Kiki’s Delivery Service)
Do some useful loosening up exercises (rewriting and responding to the Basic Principles in The Artist’s Way; writing a paean to the Muses; making a checklist of how to create a good writing context for myself)
Re-read the draft. Think, “Huh, it’s actually not as bad as I thought. Rewriting isn’t working, so I think I just have to work with what I have.” Realise that the draft hasn't changed in quality, just my mindset.
Think fondly of my old mentor McKenna (playwright, poet, Irish madman), who would always say, “These things that you think I'm teaching you? You know them already. I’m just reminding you, is all.”
I share this not just because I crave validation (I mean, I’m an artist and a human, of course I crave validation) but because I think everyone who reads this probably resonates with at least one part of it.
And it’s useful for me to have this as a record to come back to say, “Oh yeah, this happened to me before, this will probably happen again, here is evidence that I climbed out of this well before, and here are some really concrete things that I did to climb out of the well. This is all part of the process, even the stretches that suck and feel like you’re off-roading in the dark.”
If you made it through this exercise in navel-gazing, please enjoy this picture, because I have apparently branched out from making fake t-shirts and entered the realm of making fake mugs for my fic, as part of my Creative Process:
I have to run off soon (to pick up fresh cinnamon buns) so I am just going to do a bunch of hello tags off the top of my head in a completely random fashion: @erotic-grope-fest, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @cutestkilla, @technetiumai, @tectonicduck, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @raenestee, @dohrnaira, @larkral (look, I came out to play!!!), @facewithoutheart, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whogaveyoupermission, @martsonmars, @aristocratic-otter. Happy Sunday to you all!
#Six Sentence Sunday#egf2023#good morning good night good morning#creative process bullshit#sneaky btvs references#my fic tag
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Hey, I had an idea. Or two. (If you do in-depth smut)
One was an in-depth, like explained, and words and actions, Sam x Mike x Reader. Mike and Sam's jealousy of someone at a party flirting with their girl.
Washington!Sister reader with Mike and Sam. It's a secret because Hannah likes Mike. She was never treated like a Washington. She didn't know why. She just wasn't. So she started not caring. Then, when Sam had come over one day, it evolved from there, and eventually Mike caught them, and that progressed. They are on a Washington vacation, the whole group of friends. After a night of all the group watching movies and the throuple, teasing each other when they pass by one of the other two, they meet up in the room Mike is staying in. They get lost in each other, not hearing the talking or footsteps. Ashley had convinced Hannah to talk to Mike, so she heads to his bedroom, knocking, but they don't hear her, and she walks in seeing them. She gasps, but they don't hear, and obviously, they're in a very compromising position like Sam and Reader making out while she teases Reader and Reader is sat on Mike's lap. She screams,'What the hell?!' Before she gets mad and starts yelling, making the whole group go to where Hannah is yelling. They see the trio, and its all shock. None of the three really care what the others think, but Mike is trying to make sure his girls are covered. There were other boys in the house too. Like all of that from the start of the relationship all the way to the bottom. It's kind of like a oneshot but like a story chapter or two combined. I just like very long chapters.
Please reply when you see this so I know whether you might or not, and you can let me know whether you like it.
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otter anon ur mind...love the idea and i would love to write this in the future! i can just imagine a not horrible but rightfully kind of bitchy (mike's type) reader being the middle child, born after josh but before the twins and the parents kind of dismissing her which leads to her siblings doing the same. maybe one of those nepo kids who's always in the tabloids and what better way to cause a stir than to start dating the guy your sisters in love with? mike would def convince reader to keep it a secret, not wanting to hurt the youngest washington's feelings. almost got caught cause again, sam saw and of course they invited her because everyone loves her.
its a movie night and they all sneak away to mike's room, who probably got you to oh so nicely tell everyone he was getting one of the rooms with a bigger bed because "he said he's started moving around in his sleep, i dont want him to fall and break his neck. its gonna bring bad attention."
and i will admit normally getting caught scenarios give me so much anxiety even though its. fake. but i would not mind being caught by them.
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Lumity Comfort Ch. 6: Ticklish
This chapter, and any following chapters unless stated elsewise, is post epilouge. Luz and Amity are 18 and in college.
The couple of Luz and Amity laid on the couch after an Azura movie marathon. After moving in together, the two always cuddled after a long day of both college and work. They were inseperatable and loved being in the other's embrace.
Luz's pajamas consisted of an otter patterned pair of pants and t-shirt with the good witch Azura on it. Amity's nightware was cat pants with a purple crop top that showed off her well toned abs. Luz was spooning Amity, her hands supconsiensely drifting to Amity's midriff. Upon contact, Amity's eyes opened and let out a small yet cute sqeak. Luz awoke at this, wanting to make sure her sweet potato was okay.
Luz: You okay?
Amity: Yeah, I just felt something touch my stomach. It's rather sensative, and I'm really ticklish there. Y'know, it felt like someone's hands were-
As she said this, she realised something. And then, she looked at her girlfriend with a smug face.
Amity: Ah, that was you, wasn't it?
Luz immediently blushed. She admitidly adored her girlfriend's belly, thinking it looked so cute and well defined. She didn't stare at it when Amity wasn't looking nor did she bring it up with her, as she didn't want Amity to feel like an object to be looked at. But now the cat was out of the bag, and Luz was about to get teased.
Luz: I'm so sorry! It was an acc-
Amity: It's fine, it's fine, we all have things we like. In fact, why not explore these feelings further?
Luz: What do you-
Luz was then pinned down by her partner, who after giving her a smug grin pulled herself up so her abdomen was an inch and a half from Luz's face, which now had Amity's signiture blush.
Amity: Like what you see?
She then started to roll her belly in her girlfriend's face, chuckling as her partner looked so cute when she was flustered.
Luz:(thinking) Oh no, oh no no no no no! I'm both in heaven AND hell. If this is payback for teasing you, I'm sorry. I-
???: Hey, is everything-
It was Alador.
Yep, Amity's dad heard sounds from the room and wanted to check on the girls. He opened the door to see if they were okay, only to see something unexpected. The entire room went dead silent, as all the blood in Luz's face started to transfer over to Amity, as her father could not have come in at a more embarrasing time.
Alador: I. Am. So sorry. I'll leave you two be.(closes the door)
Amity:(rolls to her side of the bed and screams into a pillow) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! DAD, WHAT THE CRAP!
Luz: Are you okay?
Amity: No! Now I have to clear things up with dad in the morning, this is so akward!
Luz: I'll be with you there.
Amity: Luz?
Luz: Yeah?
Amity: I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there. I never meant to make you feel bad, I just wanted to explore that new information with you.
Luz: Well, can I do anything to make you feel better?
Amity: Well, we could tickle each other when dad and the twins are out for a meeting. Neither of us have anything to do tommorow.
Luz: You sure? You did sqweak when I, y'know….
Amity: That was more surprise than anything.
Luz: Okay, how about noon?
Amity: Sure.
After a very akward breakfast that morning, and Amity explaining the situation to Alador, the patriarch of the Blight family and his twin kids left the two to their own.
Amity and Luz went about some side stuff, before meeting in the living room at about 12. Luz had her usual clothes on and so did Amity, albiet with last night's crop top. The two sat longwise on the couch, with Amity on top of Luz with both girls facing up.
Luz: Ready sweet potato?
Amity: Yeah.
Luz then started to gently tickle her girlfriend on her tummy, both parties giggling like mad. They enjoyed this moment, happy to be in eachother's presense.
Meanwhile, just outside the Blight manor…..
Camilla just pulled up to her daughter's new home. She saw a sale of Azura merch and just got a, well deserved I might add, hefty bonus from her manager and thought to give her daughter a farewell gift. She respected her daughter's space, but still wanted to see her every now and again. She used the key Alador gave her to open the back door and lock it behind her. She stayed silent while looking for her daughter, but then she heard what sounded like laughing.
As she slowly went up the stairs, the laughing grew louder. She saw the door was cracked open, so out of curiosity she peaked inside, only to see her daughter tickling her girlfriend's stomach, all the while they were laughing like lunatics. She chuckled, seeing the two so happy together.
Luz: Hey, did you hear something?
Amity: Yeah, I think it came from-
The two then looked at the door in horror, as Camilla accidently opened it so much that she was visable to the couple. The room froze in time, only broken by Luz passing out.
Needless to say, another akward conversation ensued.
#the owl house#toh#lumity#luz noceda#amity blight#luz x amity#disney#disney channel#camilla noceda#alador blight
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Some ShuriKan headcanons, because YOU MADE ME DO THIS
Seriously, hellsite sweethearts. I did not anticipate spending this much of the first day of this Year of our Blorb 2023 thinking about this, but it turned out to be quite the ride. File this under: Does it count as "Domestic Bliss" if the domicile is actually multiple international palaces and there's a sort of "on land/underwater" element in play?
The kids have Namor absolutely wrapped around their adorable, chubby little fingers. He cannot say no to them, although he likes to pretend he can.
Okoye also indulges them to an extent, but in a very, "Mm-hm. What does your father say? And what does your mother say?" method. (Winner is often the ruler of whichever nation they're currently in, but the balance naturally tips in Shuri's favor surprisingly often. Okoye and Namora come to be aligned in this, as practical people who realize that Namor has not one lick of goddamn sense when it comes to spoiling those precious babies.)
Shuri spends a lot of time outfoxing the entire lot of them. Things still have to get done, it can’t be all, “Oh, sorry ambassador, gotta take a three-hour break from treaty negotiations because the kids have an emergency whale-ride situation…”
She and Namor have a parenting dynamic not unlike that couple from The Emperor’s New Groove. “Oh suuure, you can stay up late! We’ll just be in here telling each other how much we love each other, [exaggerated smoochy face noises].”
But when the kids do run away, declaring them gross, Namor’s like, “...Well, since we’re here…” And then Shuri’s like, “OMG, husband, I have so many things to do.” And he gives her the sad sea-otter eyes, and she’s like, “YOU have so many things to do! We have to do the paperwork for the treaty with the UN! And don’t even get me started on Krakoa!” And he’s all, “Nooooooooo! Cara mia! [Flop] My humidifier…I feel weak…” And she’s already walking away suppressing a giggle like, “Oh, okay, I’ll have Riri take a look, maybe she can tweak the enviro settings in the office for you?” And he’s like, “NO, THAT’S OKAY, THAT’S COOL, GONNA JUST HOP IN THE SHOWER, WORK TO DO, FEELING SO PRODUCTIVE, LOVE YOU…”
Also, Riri is the one who introduced Namor to the term “thirst trap,” and initially he was like, “...thirst???...trap…???...like??? The thing you…put me in????” And of course she’s like, “OMG, no, fool, it’s…you know what, I’ll just show you, it’ll be faster.”
A couple hours and some copious notes later, he’s like, “Okay. I think…Right. I’m gonna need to move some really big mirrors around, but I think…yeah…yes. I can do this.”
He trots back in like 5 minutes later all, “Okay, explain about the selfie stick again–you know what, no. No, I can…we’ve got the spears from last years test models, or…intern! That’s it, I’ll get an intern!”
10 minutes later, “Hey, where do I get the shirts??? That go like???" [Makes a V-shaped gesture from collarbone area to approximately navel]
Namor doesn’t really “do” social media, because he’s still very private, and doesn’t want the greater world to know about his kingdom. So he pretty much only spams Shuri with thirst trap pictures.
Never dick pics, though. He’s classy.
The first time Shuri calls him “mi amor,” he’s like, “Oh. Oh noooooooooooooo! Oh, I did not think this through, ohhhhhhhhhhh…” And that’s when he goes full Gomez. Because she wouldn’t do it lightly. She would really have to have healed, A LOT, and they would both have to have grown significantly, both individually and together, and damn wouldn’t that moment really clobber him? No longer sin amor, but con amor. And still Namor. Hell of a thing.
#shurikan#shipping#wakanda forever#shuri#namor#ku'kul'kan#headcanon#headcanonically#fanfic ideas#lol#domestic bliss#parenting#indulgent dad#full gomez#okoye#namora#subtle allies propping up namor against tiny terrorists#spouses in love#sad sea otter eyes#work's gotta get done tho#riri williams#thirst trap#is it really social media if you only got one contact#mi amor#con amor#oh shit bro#personal growth
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#2-2_kawauso/ I didn’t know a thing about you
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He awoke to the alarm of his cellphone.
“...ngah”
Chakachakachaka, what an annoying sound.
As the Otter thought that, he grabbed the phone from beside his pillow and turned off the alarm. It was ok. The alarm would ring a bunch of times. He’d set them. It was fine. As he made excuses in his head, he rolled up the comforter and hugged it like a body pillow.
Huh?
Wasn't that different from the alarm sound?
Well, whatever.
Good night.
At that moment, the phone rang with a chakachakachaka again.
“...the hell?”
Shall we ignore it?
The same moment the insolent thought entered his head, pain pierced his left ear.
“Ow! Hey, Olver, you…”
He knew it was Olver’s work right away. The Otter lived by himself in this one-room apartment. The one who was biting the lonely man’s ear could be none other than Olver.
“...Ok, got it. I got it…”
He grabbed the phone once again. When he lifted his heavy eyelids and stared at the screen, he saw the word ‘senpai’ displayed on it.
“Wuh, oh! It wasn't an alarm! A ph-ph-phone call— Crap…”
The Otter jumped up and answered the phone.
“Y-yes, helloelloello. Good morning, this is the Otter…”
“Isn't that too many ellos?”
“E-e-excuse me, I-I-I just woke up…”
“I’m not really criticizing you. Actually, stop apologizing for everything. You apologize too much.”
“I-I’m sorry— Aah, I apologized again…”
“Maybe you won't get it till I stretch your tongue out and tie it into knots?”
“Scaaary! Tying my tongue into knots, that’s too horrifying!”
“I’m not seriously gonna do it.”
“If it was senpai we were talking about, you’d do anything wouldn't you…”
“Just what exactly do you think of me?”
“Of course, I think you’re a great senpai. I respect you. Seriously, respect ¹. This feeling might be to the extent of worship…”
¹ he says this in English
“I’m not really the kind of person to be worshipped, but I won't do such a fun torture so casually.”
“‘Fun torture’ is a pretty extreme interpretation…”
“That’s enough nonsense. A victim has been found.”
“Eeeh, again?!”
“U-u-understood. I’ll set out right now! As fast as I can!”
The Otter got dressed at light speed—well, light speed was saying too much—sonic speed—no, sonic speed was also an exaggeration. Anyway he got dressed at full speed.
It wasn't because his name had the word ‘grey’² in it or anything, but somehow most of the suits the Otter owned were grey. Today’s suit of choice was grey again, and his shirt was navy blue. Before the mirror, he tied a patterned tie that wasn't too flashy.
² the ‘hai’ in Haizaki means ash/grey
“Nice, nice. Ah, socks, socks. Ah, my hair’s sticking up…”
As he walked out into the parking lot with Olver riding on his shoulder, he noticed that dawn hadn't broken yet. He must've seen the time on his phone, but he hadn't comprehended it.
“That’s the kind of thing it is…”
The Otter drove his car out. Midway, he picked up senpai and Garm, and they headed to the scene. Senpai wore her usual black pantsuit and white pumps, and her hair was slightly damp. Had she just gotten out of the shower? The thought inadvertently popped into his head, and he felt strangely tingly.
Speaking of which, did senpai have a boyfriend?
If he asked he would probably get kicked. He really couldn't ask.
It was senpai, so he also had a feeling she might unexpectedly answer.
Without hesitation, like “Yeah I do?”
He wondered if she had one. Of course, it wouldn't be strange for her to have had one or two lovers. He could accept it too if she didn't have one. She had a rough temper…that wasn't the right way to put it, but she was quite an intense, fierce person. There was work too, and she had Garm. Well, if the other person couldn't see Garm then that wouldn't be a problem.
The Otter himself had dated an ordinary girl who couldn't see Olver. Despite his current state, he’d had quite the reputation in his youth. It wasn't like he wasn't young right now, but there were quite the circumstances that came with being in this line of work.
This wasn't the time to get hung up on romance. Where did he have the time to waste this?
So senpai had to be single too, right? No matter how you looked at it she was a workaholic. She had to be single. She was a free spirit anyway. He wanted her to be single. That’s it. He’d prefer if she was single.
Senpai was probably single.
After all, she was senpai.
If, for instance, he confirmed that senpai had a lover who lived with her, the Otter would probably be bummed out. He would certainly be bummed out.
How to put it? If an idol you supported suddenly got married, as a fan you couldn't help but despair. Something like that? Was senpai his idol? Was the Otter senpai’s fan?
Senpai used her phone silently. Maybe she was contacting her lover. No, no. there was no way senpai was doing something like that.
Was there really no way?
The Otter only knew the Dhole-senpai of Dahlia 4. Only the face she put on for work. She didn't talk about private things. He didn't even know her place of birth or family structure. Some time ago he’d lightheartedly asked about her birthday, and she’d snapped, “I’m not telling you?” Had she snapped?
He was curious about so much. Once it piqued his curiosity, he was so curious he just couldn't help it.
Thanks to that his driving was a little bit sloppier than usual, but senpai didn't say anything about it. He’d almost prefer it if she got mad.
This time the scene was under an overpass, less than 2 kilometers away from the apartment complex where the old woman had died unnaturally. Police were nearby and warning tape had been set up. The otter parked the car in front of that.
Under this stretch of overpasses, there were parking lots, bicycle parking lots, and parks. The victim had been found on a pedestrian and bicycle lane between the parking lot and the bicycle parking lot. Apparently a passing man had found the victim with his back leaned against the graffitied concrete bridge pier and called the police, sensing something was wrong. The blue-jacketed stern detective Kogure was at the scene.
“There is one. That wound,” Detective Kogure told them as he scratched at his hairline.
As he saw that mannerism, the Otter let out an “Ah.” without thinking.
“...Yes? What?”
“No, it’s nothing,” the Otter panickedly glossed over it, and detective Kogure didn't press it any further.
The victim sat in the same state he’d been found in. A closely shaved head. A baggy hoodie and cargo pants. Scuffed sneakers. He looked to be in his twenties. Probably around 20. Lying limply by his knees, the backs of his hands and fingers were tattooed.
The shaven young man was hunched over, head drooping. His head tilted slightly to the left, and on the right side of his neck was the aforementioned wound; a two or three millimeter diameter hole.
Senpai, as well as Garm, squatted down and observed the young man’s body carefully.
It reeked of alcohol. A can of chuhai³ lay tipped over beside the thigh of the corpse. Some of its contents had spilled out and dampened the road. Had the young man been drinking before his death?
³ a kind of low content alcoholic drink
“Just now.”
Senpai kept her gaze on the young man as she spoke.
“What was that?”
“Eh? ‘Just now’—”
“Didn't you try to say something to Kogure-san?”
“No, not really say something, more like it just crossed my mind…”
“Shoot.”
“But it seriously doesn't matter, I mean, it’s really no big deal…”
“Say it. I’m curious.”
“...I’ve always thought that detective reminded me of someone. I didn't know who, but it came to me just now. It’s Columbo.”
“Columbo?”
“Wasn't there something like that? It’s a bit old though. A drama? Or was it a movie? Detective Columbo. From America.”⁴
“Kogure-san doesn't look like a foreigner, does he?”
“He just reminds me, somehow. It’s the vibe. The vibes? The vibes. I’ve never properly watched Columbo anyway…”
“You’ve never watched it and you’re saying they look similar…”
“That’s why I didn't want to say it… if it were an obvious resemblance I’d say it to him. I’d even go as far as asking, ‘Don't you get told you look like detective Columbo?’”
“This is more pointless than I could’ve imagined. Don't bring this up again. Columbo or whatever.”
“I’m sorry…”
He ended up apologizing again.
Would the day ever arrive where he didn't have to apologize to senpai? It would probably never come. Surely he would never be able to raise his head in front of her. She got angry at him at every opportunity, and each time he would apologize. However many years, however many decades from now. Until the Otter left this earth. From the Otter’s perspective, forever.
The young man’s body didn't seem to have any wounds aside from the aforementioned hole.
The victim had just sat there until his heart stopped. There were few, if any signs of struggle before he died.
The old woman in the apartment room she lived in, and this young man under the overpass, had died quietly.
On that topic, six days ago, a forty six year old male office worker had died slumped against a vending machine, less than 1 kilometer away from here.
Fifteen days ago, in an apartment not far from the building with the vending machines, a thirty two year old woman had died unnaturally. She’d been crouched on the balcony of her home. The one who discovered her was a male acquaintance who was being investigated on suspicions of involvement in her death.
All four of them had had a two, three diameter hole on their neck.
As of now, the cause of death was still unknown. Howerever, the hole-like wounds showed signs of vital reaction. In other words, the wounds had been inflicted while they were still alive, not after they died. Considering that, there was little bleeding.
It was conjectured that someone had pierced the victims with some kind of thin tool. After that, something had probably happened that stopped the victims’ hearts. Of course, when the heart was no longer pumping, the bleeding stopped. After the victims had died, someone had taken out the tool.
The police hadn't ruled if it was an incident or an accident. The matter of the holes hadn't been made public, so there was little coverage in the press.
As of now.
If similar deaths continued happening in the future, he didn't know what would happen.
After confirming the victim, senpai questioned detective Kogure about this and that. Information about who first discovered the body, and the background of the victim. There was still much that was unknown, so detective Kogure promised to summarize everything in a report later.
“You reckon it’s one of your cases after all?”
Detective Kogure asked senpai as he scratched at his hairline. Was that a habit? It was probably a habit. The Otter didn't even know if Columbo was a movie or a drama series, but he’d seen it countless times on TV. If he recalled correctly, the main character Columbo would press or scratch at his forehead just like detective Kogure. That wispy, slightly disheveled hairstyle was similar to Columbo too.
“I hope that isn't the case.”
Senpai replied curtly, and detective Kogure shrugged with a wry smile. His face looked a little like him as well. Or maybe it didn't.
When they returned to the car after leaving the scene, day had broken. Senpai started talking with the boss on the phone, so the Otter went off in search of a convenience store to buy coffee. Before walking for even three minutes he found one.
Senpai, who seemed very much like she’d love black coffee, only drank chilled cups of cafe au lait or paper cartons of coffee milk. She insisted it wasn't like she couldn't drink it, but he was a bit doubtful about that. The Otter mostly took his coffee black. Even when he craved sugary coffee now and then, he went with the adult-like black coffee. Especially in front of senpai.
Other than the coffee, he briskly picked out some sweet bread, onigiri, and packaged chocolate. He exited the store, and even though the way back was to the right, he looked to the left for some reason.
At that moment, if he hadn't turned his gaze to the left, he might not have caught sight of the target. The Otter was in the middle of shopping, not searching. So this was nothing but a coincidence.
About twenty meters ahead of him, a man was walking. He was medium height. Probably male. He wore a military-style jacket and denim underneath. Black haired. He looked young.
Even though it was barely daybreak, the man was just walking. It would've been fine to ignore him. But a cord-like thing dangled out from his sleeve, and he walked while dragging it along. What was that?
The Otter glanced to his own left shoulder. Olver’s face was scrunched up, and he bared tiny fangs. That cord-like thing was not something normal. It seemed like Olver felt it too.
The man didn't turn around. He kept walking. He didn't seem to have noticed he’d been seen by the Otter.
The Otter began following the man. While he continued on walking as if to say, ‘Welp, let’s head home after finishing up the shopping!’, he called senpai on his phone. She was in the middle of a call, so he left a message. He turned the phone on silent mode, and stuck it into his pocket while still holding it in his hand. Before long, a returning call came.
The Otter picked up the phone.
“Are you trailing that suspicious man?”
“Yes.”
The Otter covered his mouth with his hand and replied in a quiet voice. Senpai lowered her voice as well.
“Understood. I’m coming soon.”
“If you could.”
“If he spots you, apprehend him. Don't let him escape.”
“Roger that.”
The Otter hung up and put his phone in his pocket.
The man was walking on a street along the overpass.
Eventually he turned a corner. Beyond the turn were low-rise apartments and residential buildings.
This road was completely straight, and visibility was too high. The Otter kept at a distance. He ducked into an alley and poked half his face out, checking for the man’s movements.
The man looked like he was turning around, so the Otter pulled his face back. Had he been spotted?
He waited a bit, and furtively stuck his head out. The man was gone. The Otter wanted to run out of the alley in a panic. No, calm down. Take a deep breath, and walk out of the alley slowly. Hurry, but be careful not to let out any footsteps, and finally, proceed until you confirm the man’s whereabouts. To his left was a vacant lot. It seemed like the buildings had just been torn down.
Beyond the vacant lot stood apartment buildings. Just within the grounds, the man stood there. He was holding his phone to his ear. He looked over.
Sure enough, he was young. Probably in his twenties. He may have been around high school age.
The man took off.
The Otter ran after him. Had he screwed up? Senpai was going to be mad at him again.
The man ran out the apartment grounds and into the street, then turned right. He seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, but he couldn't hear.
The Otter entered the street as well. The man was running about fifty meters ahead of him. He was quite fast. But he wasn't at the speed of short-distance sprinters. If the Otter chased after him at full speed, he could catch up to him.
But he was concerned about that cord-like thing the man was dragging along. What was that?
The man ran across a crosswalk, ignoring the red light. It was a wide, two lane road. When the Otter reached it, the light was still red. A truck was driving by. By the timing he would barely just make it, but the Otter didn't stop and crossed the road. The truck honked at him, and blood ran cold.
The man entered a narrow alley right beside the pedestrian traffic light. The Otter stepped into the narrow alley right as the man rushed into the alley to the right. If he’d waited for the truck just now, he would certainly have lost sight of the man.
“Nice job, me…!”
He patted himself on the back and raised his spirits. The alley the man ran into was between small workshops and old apartments. It was lined with steel drums and trash bins, making the already narrow alley even narrower.
The man glanced over at the Otter and knocked over a steel drum. It made a shrill noise, and the knocked over steel drum now blocked the path. Had it come to this? The Otter widened his eyes.
“—Olver!”
Olver, who’d been clinging to his left shoulder, descended down his back almost instantly and coiled himself around his right leg. Olver became one with his right leg.
The Otter’s right leg, which had melded with Olver, or perhaps Olver, who had melded with his right leg, stomped on the ground, and though it was a simple phenomenon, something outrageous occurred.
The Otter flew.
It wasn't like he flew away. But it was higher than the high jump world record. The force was comparable to a pole vault. What’s more, the Otter leapt to an unbelievable height, so easily it looked like a joke.
“Ueeeh…”
The man forgot about running and stopped in his tracks.
The Otter had leapt up between the workshops and old apartments. The man looked up at him, gaping. As he looked at him, the Otter soared over the man.
The Otter’s right leg was Olver’s head. Olver’s mouth was positioned at his tiptoes. His left leg was flesh and blood. If he used it to take the shock of a huge jump, the outcome would be disastrous. That was why the Otter landed on his right leg. He was behind the man. He pivoted on his right leg and spun around.
“It’s no use running…!”
The Otter grabbed the man’s collar with his right hand.
“Guah—”
Strangled, the man fell backwards.
It was then.
Something touched the back of his neck. Was it that thing? The Otter immediately reached towards his neck with his left hand. There it was. It was that. The cord-like thing that dangled from the man’s sleeve. As he grasped it and tried to pull it off, it slipped away. It wrapped itself around the Otter’s left wrist and began to tighten.
“While I was—”
The Otter’s delivered a knee to the man’s left side. The man groaned, but the thing wrapping itself around his wrist did not weaken.
“Taking it easy on you…!”
This time he kicked the man’s right side with the right leg that had melded with Olver.
“Agah…!” the man yelled.
He, or rather, his leg felt the man’s ribs break, and the cord-like thing around the Otter’s wrist fell away. Without delay, his now free left hand grabbed the man’s hair. He pressed the man against the outer wall of an apartment, and used his right hand to twist the man’s right arm.
Inside the sleeve was nothing. That cord-like thing was nowhere to be seen.
This was bad.
When he felt that, he’d already let go of the man and leapt up. Leaping vertically without a run-up, Olver’s right leg could handle up to 3 meters.
The cord threw itself in the air. It had gotten away from the man and tried to attack the Otter, but was evaded and danced wildly.
But what the hell, is that for real?
Rather than a snake, it looked more like an excessively long earthworm. It was a bit like a tapeworm too. Of course, neither an earthworm nor a tapeworm would dance through the air like that. It was horrifyingly energetic. Way too vigorous. It was quite revolting.
And above all, it was dangerous.
Wasn't it this guy’s work? The Otter suspected so.
In just half a month four people had died unnaturally. All of them had had a hole-like wound. Perhaps that horribly energetic earthworm-like, tapeworm-like thing had done it. Gone inside the victims bodies through the hole-like wounds and stopped their hearts.
Pulled by gravity, the Otter body began to descend. He tried to use Olver’s right leg to stomp on the man, but he dodged.
He landed on Olver’s right leg, and jumped again. Not upwards, but forwards. Annoying as that was, it was better to retreat for now. That earthworm or tapeworm must’ve been committing the murders. It was something that had the ability to kill people. The Otter didn't want to die, and he couldn't afford to get killed either.
He rushed out of the alley into a lane without a sidewalk. In that lane, a car barreled towards him. A white minivan. It was close.
“Wait, don't run ov—”
His lower body exploded. That was what the impact felt like. The Otter tried to avoid the minivan, but he didn't make it in time. The minivan slammed into him, and he spun around many times in the air. The moment he hit the ground, his vision was pitch black.
Am I dead?
He seriously thought that, but it seemed like he was still alive.
“Uuugh…”
This groan. Was it himself?
It seemed to be his own voice.
The Otter lay face down. His vision was hazy, and warped in disarray. More so than painful, this was bad. He couldn't feel his body. He didn't think the feeling was completely gone, but most of it was.
“He’s moving, huh,” someone said.
Who was it? It was a man’s voice.
“We’re carrying him.”
“Like this? He’s still alive though. What do we do?”
It wasn't just one person. There were several.
Shit.
This is bad. What is?
What is bad?
He didn't know. He felt like he was falling.
His consciousness was falling into pitch blackness.
Senpai—
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⁴ for your reference, Columbo looks like this:
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Just a little Ashly Burch appreciation for y’all. Plus some bonus sibling favoritism at the end ;)
[Audio Transcript:
[Instrumental Old Time Rock and Roll plays in the background]
Ashly: Hi, I'm Ashly Burch. I play Mark Likely. Brother to Well Actually formerly Scam Likely— No, I'm his sister. This is going great.
[laughter]
Henry: Mark Likely! My goodness gracious!
Mark: [drawn out and nasally] Hi—!
[someone dry spit-takes]
Mark: Hi…!
Mark: Okay, look. At max, two favors.
[laughter]
Mark: Two favors.
Will: Wow!
Ashly: I want to cast Shape Changer on myself to wriggle out of his grasp.
Anthony: Go ahead.
Jimmy: Ooh...
Anthony: What do you change shape into?
Ashly: The first thing that came to mind was an otter in a rock and roll outfit because we're in the...
Beth: Hell yeah.
Freddie: Oh my God...
Matt: Hell yeah.
Anthony: Okay, so that's a thing.
Ashly: So, I slip out and then I kind of squirm on top of the nearest bar.
Anthony: Okay.
Ashly: I'm just going to look at him with my big 'ol otter eyes and go like—
Mark: [singing sadly] Just take those old records off the shelf. I'll sit and listen to them by myself.
Henry: Hey, Mark. Real quick.
Mark: Yeah.
Henry: What is a death tyrant? What is that?
Mark: [sucks air through teeth] Ooh, ah... yeah. I guess I should tell you guys that.
Dae-ruel: Mmhmm.
Mark: Y’know, he's got eyes that are kind of... [hisses again]
Henry: Okay.
Mark: They're not great, uh...
Jodie: You're going to help us fight this guy, right?
Mark: Oh, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
[laughter]
Ashly: Mark's going to shapeshift into... a recognizable rendering of the Tenth Doctor, but going into like an American phone booth.
Beth: Oh. My goodness.
Freddie: [laughing] Oh my God!
Ashly: And she's going to go like—
Mark: I'm the Doctor! Here I go in my BARDIS!
[laughter]
Ashly: And like walk in.
Anthony: Well Actually doubles over and goes—
Well Actually: It's not— It’s not an American phone— [pained grunt, like he’s been stabbed and might throw up] It's not an American phone booth and it's not called the BARDIS. [grunts] Its—
Mark: Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo-doo-doo! Hey, Tulip. Do you want to come with me and see the galaxies?
[laughter]
Well Actually: [physically pained] That's not her name. That’s not her name. Her name was Rose. It was the Time And Relative Dimension In Space, it's not—[barf sound]
Mark: Oh, no! A Small-ec! He's so small, I'll squish him! With my sonic hammer!
Mark: Why the fuck did I go to them?
[resurgence of laughter]
Mark: Why did I go to them? First pick. First pick, I went to these guys. God, I'm so fucking stupid.
[music fades out]
Matt: You're not going to let that happen.
Anthony: No.
Matt: [dice roll] Especially with an 18?
Ashly: [sucker-punched] Uh!
Anthony: Ashly, go ahead and roll Dexterity.
Ashly: Oh, God. I don't think that's very good for your old pal. Ah, it's alright.
Anthony: You'll do with advantage though because you shape-changed.
Ashly: [two dice rolls] Euh... 11.
Anthony: Now go ahead and roll again.
Ashly: I did.
Beth: Just keep going.
[chuckles]
Anthony: Yeah, do it again until you get a 19.
Beth: Say when.
Ashly: And again?
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#dndads#dungeons and daddies#mark is one of the weirdest characters and I love her very much#my audio#long post
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AirLock Anon:
Ok what if Mack and Mark got stuck with each other in the wormhole. And in this world Captain is like some sea monster.
“Mark?! I THOUGHT I EXILED YOU LONG AGO!” Mack yelped seeing the very dirty and inexperienced male. “I DUNNO WHO THE HELL YOU ARE THINKING YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!” Mark fired back with a scowl.
But 1 loud growl sent them clinging to each other out of fear. They noticed the sand on their space suits and the crashed ship. “We’ve landed on a planet.” Mack mumbled tossing off Mark. “And there’s water here plus oxygen. This is a good planet for colonization.” He grinned as mark fell silent.
“M-Mack-!!” Mark Screamed seeing the giant figure rise from the ocean. “What the . . Hell?!” He looked seeing the former “Captain” rise from the ocean, but with blue ish skin and the whites of their eyes blacked out and glowing irises.
They scanned over the two and stopped and grabbed Mark [like a giant person] “Ma-maark! Maark Hoome!” They purred and pat Mark’s head setting him down and turning more humanoid, but their fins and eyes stayed the same.
“Awwww! Your not scary! Your a big sweetheart!” Mark hummed holding Y/n’s face as their tail wagged. “Mack?” Mark turned and saw Mack backed up. “Mark- that is a dangerous CREATURE!” He screamed as you stood up and hissed.
“my Maark. No yelll!” You hissed and almost strangled him until mark just held your arm.
“My Maark!” You hissed again hugging Mark close and picked him up. “Maark water!” You smiled and carried mark into the water and dropped him in. “Maark? No fins?” You frowned. “Oh no! I’ma human? Not a- a you?” He Chuckled nervously as you just hummed and grabbed Mack. Mark not bothering to hold in a laugh as he screamed.
“Bye.” You mumbled and threw him into the ocean. Mark bust out laughing as you submerged into the water sighing contently. You wrapped around mark and started otter floating with him on your chest while Mack Sputtered above water and grabbed onto your floating arm.
“Is there a island nearby?” Mark looked up from his pad and noticed they where in the middle of the ocean. “Yes! Leave soon?” You frowned as he sighed. “Well me and mr.meanie jerk face,” “HEY!” “Ehem have to get home!” Mark gently laid down on your chest as you took a deep breath and nodded.
“Leave Soon! Bye! I help!” You smiled turning over as mark scrambled to grab onto your back fins and Mack hardly grabbed on himself before you started swimming like a bullet.
You all landed at the island with rich fruits and food and nice locals. “Bye bye! Come vi-vi. Visit!” You smiled as the blue portal appeared. Mack rushed through and Mark held your hand. “I’ll find a way. I promise.” And like that. He was gone
Aww. We stan a protective sea monster captain 🙏🙏🙏
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