#ris multi

[n3ongold3n]

She plays with the little mousie i made from bra padding 😀💪🏽

[cospinol]

also I was rereading ahead in the arc looking for kika scenes and I forgot hou mei said this…

the context is that he’s talking about how strong the younger generation is (b/c he just lost this whole massive campaign to shin and ou hon and is about to start physically running away from them lol) but gnfgnmmn the sentiment in the first part. explicitly evil thing to say

[emeraldenha]

randomly decided to write a lengthy yeonjun imagine while I was traveling back home after finals so expect something in maybe under an hour or so hehe🤭

[pirateborn-a]

[forlorn-crows]

you wanted promts... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS THEYRE FILTHY LITTLE DUDES BUT THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEEEE

there's some cuteness in here, i swear it. mountain is a goober after all. but it's mainly nasty. @rrriver also requested rimming with dealer's choice of ghouls, so here we are (did you think it'd be swissalps, river? probably one out of two you thought it be lmao)

nasty ghouls under the cut. rimming and oral and fingering and fucking (oh my). top mountain came out to play today.

Swiss keens, tosses his head back. Mountain’s tongue is so good, so wet, so hypnotizing, he can’t form anymore coherent thoughts. Anything close to a thought fizzled out as soon as the earth ghoul pinned him down to the bed with only a hand on his sternum and a few honeyed words. 

“Mount—unholy shit, baby,” he groans when the muscle dips inside. Gripping his cock in a tight fist when it leaks a bead of pre onto his stomach. Mountain hums—loud and rumbly on purpose—and digs his fingers into the multi ghoul’s spread thighs, pushing his knees closer to his chest. Really spreading him out nice and wide so he can lick deep.

“H-how do you get so far in there,” Swiss damn near whines. He starts to jerk in earnest, wet strokes that make his thighs jump and his toes twitch. 

Mountain chuckles. He sucks on his rim lightly before pulling away, displaying his lengthened, unglamoured tongue as he licks his lips. He cradles a fang with the split end, making it flutter teasingly when Swiss cranes his head up to look. 

And promptly lets it thud back down with a strained noise as his hand polishes the sticky tip of his cock.

“All the better to taste you with, darling,” Mountain lilts. Relishing in the desperation wafting off his partner. 

“Fuck,” the multi-ghoul says intelligently. “That’s hot, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mountain hums and returns to his task. Alternating between spreading him with his tongue and kissing around his hole. Even daring to smooth his thin fingers along the apex of his thighs, running through coarse curls until the digits press and tickle his balls. 

It’s enough to drive Swiss crazy. He bites his lip until it threatens to bleed and pulls at himself without a care for pacing. Precum wrung from the slit with every involuntary clench, every stroke slicker than the last. 

“Oh fuck, Mount, you’re gonna—hmpf gonna make me cum, feels so good,” Swiss babbles. Mountain can feel him twitch under his tongue, cheeks clenching as he nears the point of no return. A spike of urgency and need runs up his spine, and he pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Swiss’ hole. 

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “Don’t cum. Not yet.” He presses against the space his tongue created, slipping a finger inside just up to the first knuckle. Swiss gasps, hand stilling. “Want you on my cock,” Mountain breathes. 

“Oh,” Swiss chokes out. Risks another squeeze to his cock before nodding and pulling away. Mountain slips that finger all the way inside, folding his lanky body over him to kiss him softly, deeply. Gripping the fat over his hips as pumps the digit in and out. 

“There, Mount, yeah,” he groans. He loops his arms around Mountain’s neck, tangling his fingers in his mousy brown curls. Wraps a leg around him too, losing himself in the prep. Whining at the taste of himself on his tongue. 

“You feel how hard you make me?” the earth ghoul purrs, nudging their cocks together as he slips a second finger in. “Can’t wait to get you on it. Bounce you til you’re shaking.”

Swiss moans, long and wanton. Mountain huffs a laugh against his lips when he clenches around the stretch, the deepest parts of him caressing his fingers with a firm seal. 

“Gimme another, I can take it,” he begs, rocking into his hand. 

“Eager,” Mountain teases. “But I like you like this, edelweiss.” He rubs their noses together. “Begging.” Kisses the corner of his mouth. “Desperate.” Another kiss at the hinge of his jaw. “Wet.” He whispers that right into his ear, rolling their hips together and crooking his fingers into the spot that makes him melt. 

“Satanas, help me,” he wheezes. His tail betrays him, thumping against the bed in an eager rhythm. 

The earth ghoul sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth, humming when Swiss arches and groans loudly. “Shh, just open up for me. Let me treat you right.”

“Anything, fuck, whatever you want, baby, shit.”

Mountain smiles against his skin. Pushing on the back of one thigh so Swiss exposes himself further. “Good. Just like that.” Swiss’s cock twitches against his when he splays his fingers. Wringing from him another broken groan. “That’s it.”

Mountain may be quick to get all four fingers inside, but he certainly lets the stretch settle in, spreading and thrusting and working him open until he’s panting and almost loose against his hand. 

“C’mere,” he says softly once Swiss starts begging again. Slipping his fingers out and guiding him to straddle his lap. Mountain folds his legs up underneath him, creating a cradle for his body once he sinks all the way down. “Right there, there we are, darling.”

Mountain holds Swiss with one hand on his lower back, placing kisses along his sternum as he lines up the wide head of his cock with the other hand. Teasing it against his slack entrance as the multi ghoul clings to his shoulders. 

“Please,” Swiss whispers. His cock throbs between them, neglected all this time yet hardly flagged at all. 

“I’ve got you,” Mountain assures him. He rubs the tip against his hole, pushing until the head pops in. And he keeps going, easing Swiss down with two hands on his ass, steadily lowering until he reaches the base. Bottoming out with a strained huff and shaky legs. 

“Fuck—”

“—yes.” Mountain pulls him flush, chest to chest. Tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’ neck and breathing in patchouli and whiskey tinged with need. He just holds him there, warm and balls-deep. Overwhelmed with both arousal and love. 

Above him, Swiss whines. He shifts a little in his lap, grunting when his cock rubs against Mountain’s stomach. 

The earth ghoul holds him tighter. “Okay, edelweiss?” 

“So fuckin’ big,” he groans. Mountain barks a laugh, skating his nails up and down Swiss’ back. He pulls back and gives him a peck on the lips, looking at him fondly and admiring the dark blush on his cheeks and the sweat on his hairline. He smiles and tucks his face back into his neck. 

That is, not before dragging his lips up the prominent tendons in his neck, stopping once more at the shell of his ear and muttering into it, so low it sends a shiver right up Swiss’ spine:

“You can take it.”

[takeyourcyanide]

Do What You Will

AO3

TWs: Repeated Mentions of R@pe, Implied/Referenced Childhood/General Sexual Abuse

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character(s): Franken Stein, Marie Mjolnir, Spirit Albarn, Yumi Azusa, Lord Death

Tags: Implied/Reference R@pe/Non-Con, Implied Mind R@pe, Implied/Referenced Child, Abuse Implied Childhood Sexual, Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Trauma, It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You, Not Beta Read, Triggers, Franken Stein Has Sexual Trauma, Age Regression/De-Aging, Hurt/No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 6 978

Summary: Stein believes Marie is going to harm him in some way, and it ultimately leads to a belief she has assaulted him in his sleep, and planned to assault him whilst awake. Marie is unsure how to handle the situation.

Note(s): I hope this isn’t all over the place. This took me way too long, I’ve been so scrambled lately. I forgot what I was originally going to say. I can only imagine everyone’s faces when they read that summary haha. I’m working on other shit. When it comes to the series, I’m not sure that I’m going to do multi-perspective. Most likely not.

With the crashing of the thunder came the flashing and burning of the lightning, in which they disguised themselves, capturing Stein freely, flash on, through the now covered window.

Franken stared unnerved daggers into the all-encompassing darkness drawing him in, into the ceiling on which it seemed both spiders and some sort of humanoid creature crawled.

The bugs dashed and chased on and under his unwilling, exhausted, and pallid flesh, fingertips brushing against his scalp, his shoulders, his neck, as he pondered until morning what would be done of his saying too much.

The metal, rusted frame of his unwelcoming bed creaked with fervor from the slightest of breaths, from the slightest of movements. He’d have covered his ringing ears, but his extremities were practically paralyzed under the weight of the raging, unbridled, and crushing trepidation.

He’d been forced to rely on Marie. It wasn’t his fault. He was forced to confide in Marie. He didn’t want to. He hadn’t failed himself. He hadn’t worked against himself. She wouldn’t hurt him. But there was no point in deceiving himself for the sole sake of comfort; then he’d be just the same as each and every coward he’d ever criticized and chided.

What would the woman do to him? He had calculated from the very beginning that her kindness and generosity was a mere act; an easy and banal way in which she could earn the trust of others, particularly Stein, only to suck his soul of whatever life is still left within it.. For whatever life he was born with. But how would she utilize her mask to her advantage? Franken could see through her, and manipulation seldom worked on him… Or did it? What if she had mastered the art and he hadn’t even realized he was being played? Would she do something physical? Or would she simply tell everyone about the deepest pits of his harrowed soul?

He never wanted to see her again. He never wanted to hear of her again. He never wanted to see, nor hear of anyone ever again.

He had to kill her. Not even dissect her. Kill her. He never had an interest in basic and overdone homicide, but how else could he achieve safety? Would he ever? Had he ever once experienced such a feeling? No. He needed to kill her. Maybe a prompt dissection afterwards. Perhaps he’d even experiment on her if he felt well enough. But that was not the goal. He had to kill her. If not kill, then run away from her. He knew not of what she would do, but he knew for certain she’d do something.

His formerly chilled skin warmed to unprecedented levels for reasons he could not comprehend, the steady ringing growing louder, a hushed whisper and a lullaby joining the unending and incessant noise.

Stein wanted to scream, bloodcurdlingly scream… He wanted to scream, and scream, and scream until his sore throat bled, the thick, crimson liquid pouring out from his shredded lips. He wanted to rip each individual strand of tangling, unkempt, and rustling hair from out of his head, he wanted to devour himself whole, just as the supposed “paranoia” was. It was slowly turning his entire body inside out, toying with him as though he were but a helpless rag doll.

But they only wanted him to believe that he was just paranoid, so that they could more easily do as they pleased with him.

Lord Death would surely put him to death for murdering a comrade. But would that be so bad? But then all of the work he put into rehabilitating, or rather, suppressing his violence, his malice would be thrown out of the same window that they were all looking in on him from.

What would become of him if he were to run away? Perhaps he could simply attempt an escape first and see how that pans out; an experiment. His favorite.

Stein glanced over at his small, bedside clock, of which read in luminous, ruby numbers, ‘04:44.’

Marie was an early riser. She’d typically awaken and begin undertaking her habitual routine anywhere from 06:00 to 07:00 in the morning. And it was only a Thursday, meaning she had to be within the DWMA’s walls by 08:00.

Once she leaves and moves far enough away, he’d go… somewhere. He couldn’t simply venture out into the desert could he? The DWMA had eyes everywhere, they’d catch him eventually, especially if he were to be still within the confines of the city. And he didn’t have a plane ticket.

What if he were to hide out at some bar? A tavern such as Chupa Cabra’s, perhaps? No one would expect him to be there… But the staff would surely notify every one of his appearance at their establishment the very moment he’s classified as missing. Not to mention, they’d find his long stay awfully conspicuous… And they’d have to close eventually…

Where could he go? Perhaps he’d simply have to stay in his laboratory. He could attempt to avoid Marie, but she’s a persistent woman.

Then again, he was the strongest meister to ever graduate from the academy… Surely he could defend himself. But he was vulnerable in the current state he was in.

As he checked the clock again, which now read ‘5:14,’ a certain phrase buzzed around, shouting in his skull repeatedly;

“Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

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“I made some breakfast, if you’d like some. It’s nothing much, though,” Marie distractedly stated from the bathroom, fiddling with her blonde hair, as Stein trudged leisurely past her.

He spared a concurrently disinterested and suspicious glance over at the kitchen, canned crescents stacked upon a rotund, oxidized pan, the scent of the food wafting out and filling various sectors of the laboratory.

The meister took an almost unnatural-seeming seat down onto one of the two loveseats perched facing one another in the quaint living space, his body taut, muscles refusing to relax, unable to freely sink into the inviting coziness of the cushions.

“You need to eat, Stein,” the weapon gently lectured, sticking the end of one of her golden earrings in and through the teensy little hole in her lobe. “You know you shouldn’t be skipping meals.”

“‘M not hungry,” he muttered under his breath, eyes threatening to close as he babbled out an overtired, and low-pitched whine in protest - one of which Marie herself was unable to detect.

“But you didn’t eat hardly anything last night, surely you are,” she spoke with a tone of disbelief, as thought Stein were the liar and not her, whilst straightening her lengthy skirt.

“I don’t want to eat,” he gripped his lower lip with his sharp teeth the moment his partner’s hand made contact with his scalp, with his silver hair. It was similar to that of the invisible being’s touch, but more soothing, and less attention-seeking.

She gently ran over the more fragile skin with the very tips of her painted nails, running lithe and well-versed fingers throughout his hair just the way he liked it.

Manipulative and calculating was she.

“Come on, Franken. Unless you think it might nauseate you this time, you need to eat something before I leave. I want to watch you. You’re my responsibility now, and that includes your terrible eating habits,” as opposed to continuing with the mauling of his lips, he moved to roll his inner cheek in between his teeth, biting down hard into the ample and soon-to-be irritated tissue, helping him to focus on not allowing his body to go slack, and melt into her beguiling ministrations; that’s only what she wanted out of him.

Though after the noise-filled, restless night he had, he’d be lying if he said the gesture wasn’t lulling him into a soundless sleep.

But that’s only precisely what she intended to happen.

Stein bolted away from her touch as thought it had scorched his skin, a surge of seething paranoia manhandling his limbs for him. Marie’s eyes briefly widened, before a concerned and baffled glint bloomed within her brown eyes.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” She prodded with a sincere countenance, though that did not fool the mistrustful and non-naive scientist.

“Nothing,” he stood guardedly, his alert eyes bulging out from their sockets - somehow his most striking feature despite the screw protruding from the side of his head. He held his arms in a folded manner, close to his sternum, as though he were attempting to shrink away from whatever stimulus had disturbed him so demonstrably.

Marie analyzed the ever-clicking clock, reading aloud, ‘7:29,’ with a pensive sigh.

“I’ve got to head to the academy, Stein - just… Please, eat something today.. Something more substantial than a small snack if you can. And if you can’t, then try to eat multiple little snacks or something until I get home. And just remember, you can tell me anything, okay?”

In other words, “feed me more information.”

Stein kept his mouth closed, continuing to shy away from her very presence, as he observed her every step whilst she sauntered towards the door, a perturbed expression on her visage.

“I’ll be back soon,” she flashed him a kind and somewhat knowing smile as she exited the premises.

What did she know that he didn’t?

Upon her departure, Franken spun in repetitive circles, scanning each and every crevice which surrounded him with a simultaneously quizzical and agitated gaze.

And it ran through his head once more;

What does she know that I do not? What is it that I am missing? Does she have a leg up on me? Perhaps. What do I do? What will *she* do?

A rather delicate tapping on his shoulder left him reeling, whipping around, only to discover nothing, save for a promptly dissipating shadowy figure.

They were taunting him.

“Go away,” he murmured, his face rather petulant, as he awkwardly stood in place.

He stared into the abyssal corridor, considering striding his way back into the warmth of his bed, deterred by the clear and unsettling presence howling from within it, audibly groaning in annoyance.

But he needed to walk through the hallway, even despite the stirring, for they were each still monitoring him intently, sniffing out his vulnerability like bloodhounds. What if they were to see that he was too disquieted to enter a stupid hallway? He’d be easy prey for them, then. He was acting as though he were a scared and small child begging his parents to check the closet and look under the bed for the curated ‘boogeyman.’

And if he were being frank, he almost wished there was someone here whom he could send through the daunting corridor before him - or perhaps even walk alongside him. But that was a moronic desire to have, thus he settled on shoving the odd clump of feelings down, mechanically marching through the energies, of which, too, followed after and above him.

Stein rushed under the weight of his blanket, eyes batting back and forth and all over wildly, as he made himself as comfortable as he could possibly be given his current predicament.

He retrieved the little stuffed, stitched up and bandaged T-Rex which laid beside him, cradling it against his chest, as he slotted his thumb immaturely between his two metallic-tasting lips, the blanket up and over his hiding head.

What was he meant to do the rest of the day? Question precisely what would be done with him? He didn’t wish to think about that.

What was he meant to do the rest of the day? He could no longer research, he could no longer do anything other than shout back at the fizzling static. He couldn’t nourish himself, he couldn’t sleep properly, for even if he did sleep, it was never restful. He couldn’t take care of himself. He’d grown into a large child.

The thought left him to curl in on himself even more so. He’d say that at least he was still emotionally independent, but Marie keeps trying to force him not to be. She, the rest of the academy, and the radio wanted nothing more than to take everything from him. Is that what she’d do? No poisoning, no rape, no selling him into sex slavery, no simply being here to mock him, no nothing except for further ruining him? She’d most definitely discuss her breaking of him with the others, though, there was no doubt about it.

Every thought he could hardly process, every foreign feeling rising within him culminated into one large whirlwind swirling and twisting his insides. He clutched the stuffed toy closer to his chest, his chin resting on its fuzzy head, as he closed his eyes, only to reopen them upon hearing their breathing, feeling their presences.

This became a repetitive process long ago; opening and closing, and opening and closing. Over and over again. Eventually, he’d managed to slip into a wasteful sleep, finding himself awake once more within an hour or less. Over and over again.

The more they sang, the more they muttered, the more a certain frustrated ball raged in his throat, the closing muscles in his throat battling and arguing with his open glottis, just as he’d been in a constant shouting match with the popping static since day one.

The foreign sensation worked in tandem with the old friend he was well-versed with, feeding on his decomposing flesh like vultures whilst he supposedly lived, as he shoved his face into his stuffed animal, avoiding what stood all around him, as well as the light of the morning sun illuminating his gelid bedroom.

It was truly a never-ending cycle; the same precise process over and over again.

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Stein groggily peeled his eyelids open, entirely disorientated as he took in the lack of light, his eyes oddly moist, rubbing the obnoxiously yucky, sticky discharge from his eyes, as he jolted his body upwards, coughing and wheezing into his clammy hand. He pitifully whimpered, still feeling too small for the body he was inhabiting, internally frigid, despite his perspiring skin being swelteringly hot, trying desperately to breathe through his snotty nose.

The cacophonous sound of steel cookware banging against various other materials caught his attention, the world spinning uncontrollably after he whipped his head in the direction of the sound.

Was Marie home already? For how long had he managed to sleep? But he couldn’t feel this way when she or anyone else was around.. What was she going to do to him? What did she want from him? And why was he suddenly sick? Had he quite literally neglected and stressed himself to the point of illness?

His train of frazzled thought was ultimately interrupted by the grumbling of his intestines, and the burning within his vacant stomach. A sense of hunger-induced nausea rose within him, leaving him feeling faint and weary.

Perhaps he’d have to eat whatever Marie decided to whip up. At the end of the day, if it happened to be poisoned or anything, at least that would add a layer of thrill to his currently mundane life.

Franken utilized the smooth, stone walls as an aid whilst he stepped lethargically through the corridor, having hardly made it down the stairs without injury, his surroundings still twisting and turning like warping mirrors in a funhouse, squinting his bare eyes as a sudden burst of light came into view.

“Stein! You’re awake!” The weapon joyously spoke, dancing around the laboratory like some sort of conniving, and overly-expressive ballerina. “I checked on you once I got home, but you were deep asleep. It’s already past seven.”

Deep asleep? She went into his room? What? Why? What? What did she- no.. Did she do something? What did she want? What did she do? What happened? He never sleeps deeply, nor for a very long time. How did he manage to sleep that long? Why’d he have to be sick now? Did she touch him, too? What did she do to him? Why didn’t he wake up? Is he that sick? Wha-

“Earth to Stein? Are you okay?” Marie waved the hand that surely grazed his skin in front of his watering eyes, his chest tightening. “Hey… You don’t look so good. Are you sick?” She placed her palm over the male’s dazed forehead, countenance becoming rather worried and shocked, as she gasped out, “You feel really warm.”

The meister remained still, unresponsive towards her manipulation, as Marie gave him the once-over, observing right away how the tone of his skin seemed to lighten significantly since she last laid eyes on him, and how flushed his cheeks were. His shoulders were slumped morosely, his under-eyes blending in with the absence of light in the hallway.

“You should really take some medicine, Franken,” she softly stated, placing a cool hand on his heated shoulder.

Stein flinched away, instinctually grimacing, acting on a sort of fight or flight response. He bit on the inside of his lips, shuffling away from his weapon.

“What’s wrong?” She appeared almost guilty.

He wanted to tell her to stop pretending. To just be honest about wanting to have her way with him. Or mocking him. Or whatever else she premeditates and has done. She was just like everyone else, after all. Unfortunately, however, his mouth would not comply with his desires, opening and closing just as his eyes had earlier, unable to form a sentence properly. So, he simply settled on shaking his head back and forth, twitching his fingers, and continuing to shuffle backwards away from her imminent touch.

She wanted to have her way with him.

“It’s okay, Franken,” Marie had seen him get this way before. He’d behave rather childishly, though given her proclivity towards children, she never once minded taking care of him. The only problem was that Stein minded. “You can tell me what’s wrong.”

A sizzling emanated from the kitchen. Along with the random flashing of a light, which caught the scientist’s waning attention. The woman’s prodding voice disappeared into the ringing, of which overpowered her ceaseless incanting. The only string of words he managed to process happened to be:

“Franken? Are you maybe feeling… a little small on top of sick? Do you want me to get some medicine for you?”

Was it that obvious?

He couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to rush away from her, and lock himself away from her greedy fingers. Wouldn’t she just transform her hand into her hammer form and knock down the door if necessary? What was the point?

Stein nearly sucked his whole bottom lip into his mouth, concealing the gentle quivering with his teeth, though she was standing directly before him and could easily watch as he suppressed salty tears.

Why was he even beginning to cry? He never felt the urge to weep - even as a small child. He was only failing himself, allowing for Marie to swoop, with ease, in and exact every single vile fantasy she’s ever had onto him.

“Hey… Don’t cry,” she stepped forward, closer to her meister, of whom hadn’t even realized he was blubbering.

Stein began hacking again, shoving his face into the crook of his arm, whining noiselessly as his body convulsed, sniveling.

“Aw, sweetie,” Marie tried to soothingly pat him on the back, empathetically pouting as she ogled at how his frame shook.

Franken, once again, jerked away, shouting, “No!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the woman panicked, as a harsh and distressed sob interrupted his violent coughing. “I won’t touch you again. It was on instinct, I-“

“You ‘ill ‘gin,” he slurred his words together horribly, struggling to breathe and speak as he crumbled completely, sitting on the icy floor, his back against the wall.

“Huh?”

“Y’u will again!” Franken exclaimed, his legs sprawled out in defeat, his arms limp, his chest bumping up and retracting rapidly.

“No, love, I won’t. If you don’t want me to touch you, then I won’t, I promise.”

“S’op lying,” he snarled. “‘Ou went in bedroom an’..”

“Oh, no, Stein, no, no, no, no… All I did was crack open the door. I just noticed you were sleeping, that’s all,” her eyes widened significantly at what he was implying, her stomach falling to her feet. “I would never ever do anything like that to you - or anyone else, for that matter.”

Marie kneeled down, far enough that no contact was made, but still too close for comfort, as any form of ‘by him’ was enough to startle. But, truly, she had no clue as to how she could console Stein without involving physical contact. That’s what she was used to, after all. Evidently, that was the complete opposite of what he was used to or usually enjoyed. Though she’d try her best regardless.

Franken shrunk in on himself, bringing his knees against his abdomen, away from the weapon, hiccuping, wetness staining his face, as his eyes swelled.

She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t the least bit cute to see the typically stoic, somewhat composed and calm man shudder and pout. It was, however, a little difficult to focus on how much she wanted to just squeeze him when he was… seemingly experiencing genuine terror for the first time in his life, and well.. accusing her of a nauseating practice for unknown reasons. Perhaps it was madness-induced?

“Come on, you have to know I’d never do that,” she drawled, earning the most malice-filled glare ever directed towards her. “Okay, look… I know this must be scary for you, but I don’t understand why you’d think that. I mean… While you were pretty deep asleep, I’m sure you would’ve woken up if.. Death, I don’t even want to think about that,” Stein coughed once more, shoving his head into his knees to evade the sheer dizziness of it all.

She sat down, leaning against the wall opposite to the scientist, of whom had returned to apprehensively eyeing her.

“Liar,” he sniffled, somehow managing to back further away into the concrete and stone. “List’ning ‘n watching, too…”

“What?” Marie confusedly tilted her head, particularly taken aback at whatever notion that happened to be.

“Go’way…”

“Are you sure you want me to leave?”

“Go away,” he demanded more persistently than before.

“Okay… If that’s what you need, sweetheart,” she lifted her body, standing and glancing over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen, fully prepared to throw the surely scorched food out.

Stein observed how almost disappointed and distraught she appeared, how sullenly she moved.

‘Someone give that woman an Oscar,’ was the first thought that came to his mind.

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“I just… I don’t know what to do,” Marie abruptly huffed in complaint, playing with the food she had diligently prepared.

A variety of smells intermingled, everyone having cooked vastly different meals for their lunch-break, the Death Room’s brilliantly blue sky blessing their food, never faltering despite the fog and thick clouds saturating the outside.

“Oh, Death, what relationship troubles are you experiencing this time?” Azusa sarcastically questioned, earning a snicker from Spirit.

They were each sitting, comfortably cramped, around a boxy and wooden table, including Lord Death himself, of whom merely chuckled along with the group’s antics.

“No, no…. Actually, it’s not that this time,” the hammer sighed sorrowfully, taking a humble bite out of her chicken. Her eyebrows were pinched closely together, her jaw clenched in anxiety.

“Then what could it possibly be?” Albarn teased, a blithely sardonic smirk stretched across his visage. Mjolnir scowled at him, smacking his upper arm upon hearing his mirthful giggles.

“It’s about Stein, you jerks,” she almost seemed genuinely offended and hurt, visibly perturbed.

“Oh, has something happen?” Yumi immediately placed her utensils onto the table, paying her utmost attention to Marie.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about him… And stop by for a visit,” Spirit, too, attentively sat, too unease to continue plunging food down his gluttonous gullet.

“It’s just… He.. I think the madness is getting worse…”

“In what way? Is he attempting to cut you open?” Azusa jumped the gun, solemnly ready to attack.

“No! No, no… Not yet, anyway.. He just accused me last night of… Ugh, this is.. He, like, broke down and accused me assaulting him in his sleep.. And then he said something about ‘listening’ and ‘watching,’” Marie shuddered, repulsed by the very prospect of the accusation.

Lord Death and Azusa kept silent, analyzing and processing the words said to them intently and pensively.

“What did you say back? How did you respond?” The seriousness and urgency on the scythe’s countenance was uncharacteristic of him, only serving to further trouble the blonde.

“Well- I, uh… I told him that I’d never do that, and I didn’t really get why he was saying that, and I knew it must have been scary for him, and that he’d have to know I would never do such a thing, and-“

“Don’t argue with it,” he held his hands up warily and advisedly.

“What am I supposed to do, lie and tell him I actually raped him?” A wave of defensive surprise washed over her.

“No.. God, fucking no! Whatever you do, don’t argue OR validate that shit. Look - I’ve been through this with him before, though he’s typically not that open about it…. He started acting kinda weird and out soul resonance began to suffer, and I found out he thought I put cameras and shit in the vents and around the house, and was selling the video is online, and telling Lord Death over here literally everything he ever did or said,” Spirit elucidated, pointing informally with his thumb over at his boss. “I made the same mistake of getting defensive about it and arguing with him. We couldn’t resonate for a good couple of weeks until whatever that was went away somewhat, because he had absolutely no trust in me at all.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? He was sick, too.. I don’t even know if he took anything after I went to bed…”

“Just-“

“And it’s not like I could get close enough to try and comfort him or anything,” she neurotically interjected.

“Just remember that he’s not gonna believe anything you try to do to convince him otherwise. He’ll be suspicious of you no matter what you do. And if he’s not accepting any sort of physical contact, just… Erm… Well, say sort of what you said, like, ‘Oh, it must be really scary to think that.’ Though he may not exactly love that either, it’s better than entirely dismissing him. Just ask him why he thinks what he thinks, but be aware that it may sound a little off or strange. You need to allow him to slowly warm up to whatever sort of comfort you try to give him. Be reassuring and patient. It’s a little hard to know what to do in the moment, but you’ll learn, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” Marie had never felt so grateful over something Spirit had said or done.

“Yes, absolutely. I did. It’s not something he really talked about, but whenever he started to act even weirder than usual, it was just like a switch would go off in my brain, and I would just prepare for whatever consequences came from his thoughts,” the ginger tittered in remembrance. “He’d go from, like, his usual… just existing self to startlingly agitated due to this all, so it’s something I just learned how to handle.”

“Yeah, I noticed that… Thank you, Spirit,” she flashed him an indebted and sweet smile, the corners of her mouth stretching from ear to ear.

“Oh! And also, pay extremely close attention to the language you use while talking to him. One wrong word and I was on trial,” he laughed, grinning himself.

“What do you mean exactly?” She curiously prodded.

“Anything that would imply you feel obligated to do whatever you’re doing is a no-go, I noticed. And anything that would imply a loss of control on his part, or… I’d say anything that’d imply you actually did whatever he thinks you did or are planning on it, or are going to harm him in some way, but just your existence is evidence of that to him,” Albarn began to scarf down his food again, feeling a little more confident in his friend’s abilities to assist his other friend.

“Oh… I told him this morning that he was my responsibility.. Is that included? Is that bad?” A surge of guilt and self-directed frustration swirled within her body.

Death Scythe nearly choked on his food, shaking his head theatrically back and forth.

“Fuck, no! Don’t say that again unless you want to infinitely worsen everything,” he swallowed his meal cartoonishly loud. “For him, that’s, like… It sort of equals, ‘Oh, they don’t even want to be here in the first place? They’re out to get me.’”

“Okay…. Ugh, now I feel bad,” she moaned immaturely, sulking whilst sluggishly taking in tiny bits of food.

“Well, use that to improve.. Even I don’t get it right with him one-hundred percent of the time. It’s sort of impossible with Stein.”

“I think Stein finds it impossible to get it right with himself,” Azusa sneered, breaking her long lasting silence, Marie and Spirit chortling along. “What do you think, Lord Death? You haven’t spoken much, which is odd, given that it’s you.”

“I’m frankly a little concerned.. It doesn’t seem that Stein is distinguishing between the madness and the non-madness anymore,” his body language was particularly ruminative, as his usual gleeful voice possessed a lower and more gravelly twinge to it.

“Yeah… He’s not,” Marie stared down at the table, burning a gaping hole into the oak the same size as the one carving into her thumping heart, as she watched her close friend die a slow, and painful death. “Do you think he’ll come out of it?”

“He always does. I have complete faith he will this time,” Albarn offered his opinion, or, rather, desire.

“Yeah… You’re probably right…”

Hopefully right.

🎩 🎩

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“Stein? I’m home!” Her voice echoed, bouncing off of the walls. “Franken? Where are you?”

Marie sat her purse down onto the coffee table, roaming around the laboratory in search of her meister, finding him seemingly glued to his computer screen, staring at nothing at all whilst sitting in complete darkness, the only light coming from the living room, giggling to himself, as he spun his chair repetitively.

“Stein?”

He nearly gave himself whiplash, having harshly snapped his head towards the weapon, eyes wide open.

“Hey, what’cha doin’?” She stood awkwardly in the doorway.

Marie was a persistent woman.

The scientist continued to stare through her, that same fuzzy glint in his eyes from the previous night readily apparent.

“You still feeling a little small, baby? I know yesterday was stressful for you,” she sympathetically reminisced, Stein ripping skin off of his lips with his sharp teeth, visibly growing more uncomfortable. “How long has it been since you last ate? I know you probably didn’t eat hardly anything yesterday.”

Franken shrug his shoulders, mumbling, “What’d’y’u care? Wan’ keep me alive f’r more?”

Marie tellingly exhaled, remembering her and Spirit’s conversation. At least she could apply what she’d learned to a real situation.

“Well, I’m hungry, and was wondering if you were too. Why do you feel that way, dear?”

Stein’s face contorted into one of blunted repulsion, shrinking away from the already not close Marie.

“Not feeling very verbal, then?” The weapon languidly asked upon receiving no response… And, well, listening to how difficult it seemed to be for him to simply speak. “You wanna come sit on the couch with me? I’m gonna order us some food.”

She wasn’t going to allow for letting more food go to waste.

The meister appeared fairly on tenterhooks at the notion, his formerly bulging eyes narrowing in leeriness.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to.. I can sit out here if you want to come out.”

“Why’re y’u bein’ so nice?” He maffled, his right thumb unconsciously making its way past his lips, as he chewed on it, sucking on portions of the skin at times.

If she were to say it was because he’s her friend, would he view that as obligation?

“I want to be. You’re just adorable,” she beamed, avoiding a variety of responses that floated about in her brain.

That disgusted grimace returned to his face, or rather, a disgusted twinge. It wasn’t something she took to heart, for it was clear to her that it was an instinctual, guttural reaction he was having to the foreign treatment. And it certainly didn’t help that he was entirely mistrustful of her kindness and generosity.

“Ado’ble?” He babbled out quizzically. After all, he was infamous for his violent tendencies. Most wouldn’t consider him anything other than scary.

“Adorable,” she assured, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest.

How could she not find him cute? Sure, she’d seen for herself how malevolent he could be, but watching his sadistically and atypically giddy, curious expression as he dissected anything and everything lit up her world. Though, maybe not as much as it lit up his world.

“You wanna come sit on the couch?” Marie asked once more before leaving.

While the couch did sound cozy and inviting, would she not pin him down and have her way with him? Could he use his soul-thread sutures to keep her from moving, giving him the upper-hand and ability to escape?

Stein began coughing, sniffling into his arm as his thoughts encased him.

“Aw, still a little sick? It’s hard to see how you look in this darkness,” she chuckled, waving her hands around as to almost point at the shadowy room. “How about I get you some medicine? I think we still have some liquid cold and flu stuff…”

Franken pursed his lips in response, another painful reminder of an experience he did not want, nor choose to have. That is, other than the finger lodged in his mouth that he had long since forgotten to force out, for Marie would find something to exploit regardless.

Liquid medicine was only for when he felt too incompetent to swallow pills, though she always called it “feeling small.”

“‘Kay,” his mutter was barely audible, as Marie beckoned him to follow after her, Stein complying, desperate to rid himself of his pestering illness.

When all was said and done, she’d hurt him whether he avoided her or not.

“You don’t have to speak, okay? It sounds like it’s a struggle for you right now. You don’t ever have to feel pressured to around me,”

He peered up at her most likely feigned sincere expression, his mind unfortunately betraying him as he was pushed further down into headspace.

He shouldn’t enjoy her lies. But he was. It was fuzzy-ifying in a pleasant way, for once.

Why was he even enjoying it? That’s what she wanted out of him, anyway.

A needle-less syringe filled with icky-tasting medicine was placed between his lips, floating between the two, not coming in contact with either, as the horrendously sticky liquid ran down his throat. He swallowed, snarling as he chugged down the glass of water he was given, chasing a tasteless paradise.

“Doesn’t taste very good?” She mimicked his displeased countenance, a fascinatingly empathetic response that the scientist, in any other state of mind, would pick apart until there was not an atom left. In his current mindset, he couldn’t even process thought, however, so only a quick and brief analysis was conducted, being stored in his head for a later date.

The both of them sat side by side on the quaint, little sofa, Stein still too apprehensive to sink into its warmth, though Marie sighed in relief as she fell peacefully into the cushions.

She pulled her phone out from her pocket, clicking away at what was evidently some sort of food delivery app, leaving the meister to wonder what else must’ve been in her pockets. Condoms? Or would those be in her clearly intentionally-placed purse… Right by the place she wanted Stein to be. And what was stored in her leather bag? Rope? Some sort of sex toy to use on him as he tried to writhe away? Was there a variety of toys?

Speaking of toys, the longer he found himself stuck inside of his aching skull, the more he desired to rub his hand around his T-Rex’s fur.. To caress its tail in an effort to maintain his composure.

Tears welled in his eyes, causing him to feel more pathetic and moronic than he’d ever felt before, bring his knees to his sternum, shoving his face into the crack in between.

His heart felt as if it evaporated from his body, a cavernous, hollow hole left in its place. He felt as though he might faint, though that most certainly would only give her easy access.

A sob racked his body, garnering the attention of a certain individual.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She promptly tossed her phone aside once finished, rushing to quell whatever storm was raging on within him. “You want me to get you your dinosaur? Maybe that would help?”

Oh, God, could she read his thoughts, too?

He lifted his head, slamming it against his kneecaps repeatedly, struggling to merely inhale and exhale, teardrops having seeped into his pajama pants.

“No, no, no, don’t do that, baby,” she worriedly chided, holding his head still reflexively, immediately backing away once Stein bolted to the other side of the sofa, eyes bugging out of their sockets.

His lower lip trembled as he bit into it, whimpering as he returned to his former position, though this time yet another finger found its way back into his mouth, despite its unsanitary nature.

“Yeah, how about I get you your T-Rex? I’ll be right back, okay?”

At least something could cuddle with him. Perhaps it could soothe him and offer him some form of tranquility?

It still pained her to walk away from what might as well have been a weeping baby, especially since that baby was Stein. And Stein didn’t cry. So, it was more than obvious that something was deeply wrong.

Eventually, she’d rushed back to their shared living space, holding out the stuffed animal for him to latch onto and take.

He lifted his eyes cautiously, speedily yanking his favorite stuffie from out of her covetous, unrelenting, and grabby hands, tucking it in between his knees and against his sternum.

What if the supposed “medicine” he was given was a sedative?

His bawling only grew in intensity, as he nuzzled into the softness of his toy, gasping for air as the revelation of just how monstrously he’d betrayed himself fell upon him as crushingly as if the weight of the sun had been the thing to fall on top of him.

“Why’s ever’one wanna touch me?” He began to ramble, a few wheezes here and there as he snuffled.

“What do you mean, sweetheart? Why do you think that?” She moved back towards the sofa, plopping down onto the farthest side.

“Everyone a’ways does,” he whined into the head of the T-Rex, kicking his feet up and down, upset, similarly to a toddler. “Don’ wan’ be touched.”

A toddler…

“I’m sorry you feel that way, sweetie. It must not feel very good..”

What was she supposed to say in this situation?

“Don’ feel ‘at way! I’s the truth!” He choked on yet another convulsion-inducing sob, hugging the T-Rex even tighter than before.

Marie knew Spirit said she’d eventually adapt to Stein… But she was beginning to doubt that idea. What was she supposed to do? Just sit here and listen to him wail?

“Why do you think that?”

“‘Cause tha’s what a’ways happens!”

“Has it happened before, love?”

He glowered at her for simply asking, forcing himself deeper into the corner of the couch.

“Go’way,” he repeated once more. “Jus’ like everyone else.”

“No,” Marie denied his request. “I’m not just going to leave you alone again, Franken.”

“Why not?” He caterwauled.

“That’s not good for you. Come here, sweetheart,” she held her arms out.

“No.. I wanna be alone..”

Marie leaned closer, pulling him in, allowing for his head to rest in the crook of his neck.

Franken squirmed away from her, the weapon only continuing to hold him, hoping to Death it was comfort him in some way.

He tried to use his soul-thread sutures out of pure fight-or-flight, they sparked and dissipated like the flame of a failing lighter, evidently too distressed to properly utilize his skill.

Was it because he never was really distressed? And thus using it in such an anguished state was something he genuinely needed to practice?

Whatever the case may be, he eventually just gave up, succumbing to her unbidden whims.

‘I thought she said she wouldn’t touch me if I didn’t want to?’ The thought left him hollow.

People weren’t to be trusted. This was going to happen whether he avoided her or not. But why did he let himself cry in front of her? He’d betrayed himself for nothing.

A few monotone-sounding, dead sobs escaped his mouth.

He should probably keep it shut if he wants nothing inside of it.

Why did she continue to hold him even when it was perfectly clear he wasn’t enjoying it? Wasn’t she supposed to be the “caring” one?

No matter her intentions, it didn’t make it feel any better.

With the crashing of the thunder came the flashing and burning of the lightning, and soon he was too empty, too betrayed despite having always expected it, and had been much too sapped to cry.

She could do whatever she wanted with him. He was done.

[paradoxspir1tart]

This is a piece i did of my lovely owlin bard, Ri. Though not lore related directly, I think it shows a lot about her grief for her girlfriend she list when she was younger. She felt paralysed by it, she couldn’t do any of her normal duties for months on end, hence the frozen in stone theme. Even twenty years later, she still cant kill in battle because of her loss. My poor girl suffers </3

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[sofasoap]

Interlude : Fracturing heart 

Pairing : Din Djarin x f!reader.  featuring Grogu.

Summary: sequel  to Heartbreak,  Wrenching heart and  Mending Heart .

Reader’s past is catching up to her.  A short interlude. 

Slightly AU-ish, Din didn’t get N1 after Razor Crest got blown up.he got something similar.

Warning : Mature theme. strong languages. 

English isn’t my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes. 

A/N:For my sweet @groguspicklejar and @deakyjoe. sorry.I seriously did not expect this to turn into a multi-part story. Originally it was going to be one-shot.. But every time I get to the end of a chapter my brain goes “ BAH, let’s go for angst end and cliffhanger, so everyone can suffer! ( including myself )”

MASTERLIST for prequel and sequel to the series.

Warm wind, and sea of grass.

You close your eyes and enjoy the wind blowing across your face.  You can hear the sound of laughter not far away from you.

Opening your eyes again, you see Grogu and two children with curly brown hair running around amongst the flower field. 

“Cyar’ika.” A tenor voice whispered behind you as he pulled you into an embrace. Soft kisses peppering your face. His hand glided down towards your swollen stomach.

“I cannot wait to meet our ik’aad.”

You lean back into his chest.

You feel happiness. Love.

You want to turn around and see him. To see his face. The face of your beloved.

“Ret'urcye mhi”

Your eyes open.

Kriff, you've been having this exact same dream again and again for days, since your reunion with Din. Get over it! You slap yourself on the face. This man really will be the end of you. Is the kriffing Force trying to intervene again and tell you something?

Stop fantasising about him, Better get up and get on with your day. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Dragging yourself out from your cot and doing all your morning routines, you see Peli is already up and about, barking orders at her droids.

“OI! Don’t touch that screw…. Wait, I told you to move that over there yesterday! Oh hey, you are up.” Peli greets as she spots you.

“Sorry I slept in a bit.” putting down your caf on the crate beside the speeder, you start taking the panels apart.

“Bah, you need your rest. Besides, you've been working like mad lately for weeks,a bit of sleep-in doesn’t kill.”  Peli paused a bit, putting down her holopad. “ You know I can cope with the workload here by myself right?” Hinting at the excuse you have given to Din not to follow him straight away.

Putting your tools down, you pick up the cup of caf again. “ Peli, THANK YOU for your concern, everyone is trying to push us back together, even the force! But I am not ready yet.” Fiddling around with the cup, sighing. “I may have accepted part of his apology, but I just need time to get my thoughts together. He needs it too.”

Truth to be told, you want to follow him. The tuck between logic and heart, and logic is winning at the moment.  Downing the rest of the caf you got back to work.

Rest of the day went quite quickly, you and Peli plus the droid works well as a team, you like working here ( even the sand getting into little cracks of everything you own really annoys you ) You feel like the time back in Coruscant, happy again, doing what you are good at, your dream job.

Peli is a good boss, she is almost like an aunty to you. A loud mouth blunt aunty. But she is caring in her own way.

You heard a little coo sound coming from beside you, looking down you were surprised to see Grogu there. You swear this little green pea must have learnt some stealth ability from Master Luke. 

“ OH! Hello little Pea, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon!” You pick him up and give him a kiss on the wrinkly forehead. While scratching his ear, you see Din walking up to you from the corner of your eyes. 

Tilting your head, you are confused why he is here already. It's only been over a month since you two have the talk.  You did tell him specifically not to come back again for a few more months.

Stopping right in front of you, he opened his palm.

A bounty puck and a tracking fob? is that his latest gift for you?

You look back up at him again, with total confusion. 

The tracking fob started beeping like mad, he activated the puck, an image of your younger self, without scar, appeared.

Remembering what Din usually says to his bounty, 

“ I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.”

Your blood just ran cold. 

Din you stupid ass.

Sorry this is only a short interlude. I feel this is a good place to break the story up and leading to the next bit.

Taglist

@frogtits1, @READINGFAN, @memester-png @jake-g-lockley @novaethecosplayer @foxgirl95 @gloryekaterina  

Thank you so much for reading, any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 😀

[deputyash]

Dove Ash (FC5/Multi) | Izel (BG3) | Vivian Wells (FCND)

Evie Rivera (RDR2) | Valerie "V" (CP2077)

I was tagged by @harmonyowl @direwombat and @corvosattano to do these picrews. Also the quiz but I'm gonna post that later cause I don't feel like taking a quiz multiple times rn lol.

Picrew 1 | Picrew 2

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[colesstar]

MAKIN A PINNED POST CUZ WHY NOT!!

OKAY HELLO, I am ‼️COLESSTAR‼️, pronouns are she/her and i am a miner (⛏)!! Should’ve updated this way earlier but

IF YOU SUPPORT ISRAEL PLEASE GET OFF OF MY BLOG, IF YOU ARE NEUTRAL PLEASE EDUCATE YOURSELF, YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THE INTERNET MAKE USE OF IT

Also this has turned into a multi-fandom blog main fandom is ninjago though (Extra not as important stuff below cut + my tags)

I like to very aggressively love my favourites uhm so of i start insulting a character itd more likely its /j and /aff unless its like genuinely a bad character like nadakhan

I post mostly about ninjago but you might see me reblogging Shakespeare,fnaf etc. don’t mind it. If you see me arguing with @/1989deluxed (or @/tybalttruther adding @/clouseninjago) it isn’t serious i swear 😭

PLS TALK TO ME I DONT BITE I SWEAR I DO HOWEVER RAMBLE ALOT (through posts/asks, not DMs unless we’ve had a conversation before, people scare me sometimes)

I FAVOURITE MOST OF THE NINJAGO CHARACTERS sometimes i have one i focus on for the day its mostly Jay, Cole or pixal i think, hai its 4 nov and WHY IS MY GIRL NYA NOT ON THERE??? Uhmm its Jay cole zane kai Pixal Nya Skylor llllloyd or Ronin actually add harumi on girls RAPTONNN fuck just add the whole cast at this point

NINJAGO MASTER OF THE MOUNTAIN‼️‼️ *explodes*

Also i am VERY conflicted on skybound but i do severely hate nadakhan its the only set decision ive made on the season. (Idk what date this bit was added but looking back at this is like AUGH i remember genuinely loosing sleep over skybound when i first watched it definitely dont think about it as much anymore but keeping this here for the sake of it (13/2/24))

MY TAGS!!

#ririarts - ART TAG (shockingly)

#doodles - just doodles

#internal skybound conflict - anything i post about skybound

#riri headcanons

#canonically canon confirmed by ri - headcanons except not all of them are mine but I’ve just confirmed them to be canon because i think they should be

#colesstar posts - i need to organise this shithole of a blog i love it anyways

#The Ninpanions- posts about the ninjas pets that i came up with (minus Zanes falcon)

#Riri Court of Justice - I do weekly polls :D theyre about ninjago ofc but they’re not about the main ninja or the seasons because yeah

#the Pinkification of lloyd garmadon - I dyed lloyds hair pink.

#lorenzas ninjago lore - my friend attempted to tell ninjago lore

the names maria btw the top but is to throw people off

My right eye hurts (unrelated)

[notapokemonprofessor]

Hmhmhm. A little Nightingale asked me to join this Rotumblr website. I thought I may be a bit old for it, but she assured me it is quite welcoming here.

I am Professor Xavier J. Winter, but most call me The Professor. Others also refer to me as Professor, Prof, Winter or Professor Winter. ... And One calls me Grandpa. Now who could that be, I wonder... He/they if you please.

Pyrra (F), Jötunn (M), Aurora "Rora" (F), Ymir (M), Reiko (F), Isolde (F)

People would probably call me "chaotic neutral" though I do lean towards good deeds rather than foul hmhm.

Hey it's Ri

He's here now I guess

Here's a revamped bio for him. He has existed in so many RPs:

A multi-dimensional traveler who somehow exists and is aware of multiple universes/ realities/himselves at once. Even more surprising, said awareness did not cause him to lose his mind as it has done for many of his peers. Indeed, he uses this knowledge to almost always be in the right place at the right time, seamlessly and fluidly traversing the fabric of reality no different than an old man taking a morning stroll.

He enjoys studying all of the worlds he visits, especially unique native species. He has a habit of "adopting" kids and young adults he senses potential in. How exactly he chooses is unknown.

The professor is not malicious, but not above being Strange on Purpose.

Some Lyrics that make me think of him because why not i bite at my enclosure when i listen to these and think of him

"Confide in me; In your heart after all; Trust me to be true; I am a logic seeking group of electrons; Confide in me; In your heart after all; Trust me to be true; I am a logic seeking group of electrons; Confide in me; I'm filled with wanderlust" - Wanderlust

"Amber starlight; break away the day; and bring to me the night; If I should rest before this ends; Break the clouds; make them turn to sand." Amber Starlight

"Racing Among the Stars; Drifting, Aimless; I feel their heat; Warming, Selfless; I will give... I will take; I will feel the stars crash, crash down." - Blast Off

"You arrive, In the rising sun; the hidden passenger, that I've been taking; close your eyes, let's forget again; As you drag me down, I will take you in; What are you waiting for?" - Just Hesitation

'Now take the time to realize; Despite what you believe; The victim of a massacre; Was none other than poor me; Surely you can see the problem; I don’t wanna lose my own reflection; A deplorable perception of me; Was none other than an image of you" (THIS Entire SONG TBH?????) - The Distortionist

Stuff like Magic Anons, Pelipper Mail, Musharna Dreams and Asks all open!!!

[vampzxi]

can we see what you scrapped for what’s my name? 👀

here’s the skating fic..the other ones were okay but they weren’t my favorite. i might add on this later

you stand outside the bathroom stall, arms crossed. "riri, it doesn’t take that long to put on some fucking skates," you bang on the stall, "shuri’s waiting on us."

riri finally swings open the stall door, legs wobbling. you try to hold back a laugh as she tries to maneuver her skates on the slippery bathroom tile, "i would’ve been quicker if you shut the hell up." you catch her as she stumbles and attempts to regain her balance. you release the laugh that’s been building up inside you but riri’s glare quickly shuts you up.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice a woman glaring at you and clutching her child. you smile sheepishly and open your mouth to apologize, but riri blurts out, "got a staring problem, white bitch?"

the woman’s mouth drops open in shock as your face turns hot from mortification. "i am so, so sorry, ma'am." the woman huffs and snatches up her child, storming out of the bathroom. riri’s laugh echoes around the bathroom as you scowl at her, “that mouth gon get you fought one day.”

“i wish a nigga would,” riri scoffs as you guide her toward the door as her legs wobble.

“yeah, well, you should prolly shut the hell up while you in these skates,” you giggle, “ion think anyone gonna be scared of you if you shakin like a stripper.”

“aight, fuck you,” riri mutters as you open the door, the muffled music becoming louder. you guide her to the carpet, and she slowly gains her balance. “hey, this shit ain’t so bad.”

“there you are. how long does it take to put on a pair of skates?” you turn around to see shuri behind you, a pair of rollerblades on her feet.

“it took forever cause this nigga decided to cuss out Peppermint Patty in the bathroom,” you sigh as riri snickers behind you. you roll your eyes, “you ready?”

shuri sucks her teeth, “stop cussing out colonizers, ri” she glides over to the rink, “what did i tell you about holding your tongue?”

riri scoffs as she trails behind shuri, “yeah, i’ll show you how to hold a tongue,” she mutters under her breath.

“repeat that for me, riri?” shuri stops in her tracks and spins around, her bottom grills glinting in the multi colored lights.

“can we please just get on the rink?” you groan, grabbing shuri’s hand and pulling her with you. “she can figure this skating shit out on her own since she wanna talk out the side of her neck.”

riri flips you and shuri off as you guide her onto the rink. shuri pushes her feet forward, cruising around. you struggled to maintain your balance, but slowly start to catch up to shuri as she’s giggling. “was i too fast for you, sithandwa (my love)?”

“ha ha,” you say dryly, catching your breath, “never knew you could skate.”

“oh please,” shuri says, slowing down for you, “i was skating around the throne room with t’challa before we were out of diapers.”

i really like this one because shuri and riri bickering is so funny to me. like these niggas are UNBEARABLE to be around it’s hilarious

[feotakahari]

Learned from examining Arknights furniture descriptions:

Orcas are “unknown creatures,” and so are T. rexes.

RI’s “multi-tiered management structure is obviously far too dependent on decision-makers at the top.” Who wrote this?

That furniture set that predicted Outcast’s death also talks about Blaze in the past tense.

Abyssal Hunters have “fairly good night vision.” Makes sense if they fight in the lightless depths.

The Sarkaz lounge contains multiple concealed explosives. There’s also a rack of guns taken from dead Sankta, which the Sankta operators probably shouldn’t see.

Bubble still hasn’t lived down that time she ate a potted plant.

Greatmouth Mob regularly replaces the plushie on his desk to represent recent “influential” tournament knights. Blemishine’s plushie is a chubby pegasus.

In Kjerag, it’s popularly believed that Kjeragandr invented the loom.

At least eleven different Operators play guitar, including Platinum, Courier, and Blue Poison.

“Food carts in Siracusa are usually airtight to prevent blood from leaking out underneath.”

Fumizuki made a rock sculpture called “Selfhood.” No one can agree on what it means.

There’s a country called Dan that we know almost nothing about. It’s near Yen and Higashi, so it might be Korean-inspired.

Mizuki keeps a decorative water vine from Sargon. It needs to be frequently trimmed to keep it from overgrowing the entire room. Metaphor!

The play ends when the curtain falls, so the curtain you brought back from Calais-Blason has buckles keeping it up.

[exhausted-eternally]

Hi! I know I'm several days late but are you still doing the fic writers ask game? If so, I'm curious about your answers for 3, 11, and 23 :D

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Oh gosh. Uh. A lot of daydreaming at work and trying to remember it all when I get home XD; kinda miss having a job where I could just stand at my register scribbling ideas down in my notebook all night for that reason... Anyway, my multi-chapter fics do seem to fare better when I take the time to plot out the whole thing before even starting a rough draft. And then stewing on that rough draft for a few months before rewriting it (sometimes to the point it barely resembles the ideas I originally came up with).

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

I am so sorry not one of these is from The Lego Movie XD; 1. Ingenious Gentlemen and the Persistence of Memory - A story about Cadwell from The Elder Scrolls Online, by FAR my favorite character from that game. This fic expands on the backstory given in the Northern Elsweyr storyline, spanning from when he first joins Kunzar-ri's kra'jun up to the events of Skyrim. 2. Love and War - A Strange Magic fic (a movie I never expected I would like as much as I do lol) that's a different take on how certain events in the movie happened. 3. Myst: Achenar What If series - As the title states, these fics are a "what if?" scenario based on Achenar surviving the end of Revelation. I am absolutely devastated that Redemption hasn't been touched in 4 years... Still a VERY fun read though!

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

Write all that silly stupid self-indulgent nonsense you've been daydreaming about. Be shameless about posting it online. Plague the world with it. You'll thank yourself a year or even five down the road when those daydreams are an actually existing fic you can go back to read again & again. (Yes, I do go back & reread my own fics quite often.) Also don't be shy about asking for editing help if you know spelling & grammar aren't your strong suit. You might be surprised by how many people are willing to help.

[forlorn-crows]

Also here's one that's definitely smut because I'm me teehee

Lemme get a transmasc Aether closet quickie. He needs his dick sucked like NOW. Partner of choice, but Aether's gotta lick his own cum off their chin I'm pretty sure. :3

miasma has me in a chokehold, i just want everyone to know

aether/swiss depravity below

Aether’s hard. Has been for the last 30 minutes, no thanks to Swiss’ hand dragging up and down his inner thigh. 

Teasing. 

Caressing. 

Dastardly suggestive in the middle of midnight mass. 

It’s pathetic, really, how worked up Aether is now just from the multi ghoul’s ghosting of a hand. He can feel a wet patch daring to soak through his underwear, his clit throbbing against the seam of his uniform pants. But he keeps any other reactions invisible, trapped beneath a disinterested facade. 

Swiss’ fingers graze close enough to feel that heat radiating off of his sex through the fabric. Aether sees him smirk out of the corner of his eye, and Swiss gives his thigh a squeeze, moving back down his leg with the newfound information.

Aether keeps his flat affect. Ignores him vehemently. He will not give Swiss the satisfaction of seeing him break—though it's hard when his hand is right there—and with the damned scents of Swiss’ own arousal, mulled wine and mint, creeping under his nostrils. 

The quintessence ghoul tunes in instead to Copia’s droning voice, surprisingly commanding during sermons. It provides just enough distraction to get him through to the end, rising casually but quickly as mass comes to a close. Swiss’ hand slips off his thigh, fingers tightening too late. 

Aether moves silently through the throng of siblings and ghouls, Swiss trailing after him not unlike a lost puppy. He walks casually down the corridor, but briskly enough that Swiss easily falls behind. He calls out for him just as Aether spots an all-too familiar doorway inset in the wall just up ahead. Perfect. 

Aether slows his pace, Swiss’ footfalls closing in. “Hey big guy,” he purrs, slinking up against the quintessence ghoul’s back. Aether lets him press close, hands running over his shoulders and ghosting over his ribs. Just as he moves to wrap his arms around his waist, Aether grabs him and pulls him into the alcove and into the supply closet nestled within it. 

“Eager, are we?” Swiss laughs as Aether closes the door. The closet is barely big enough for the two of them, but he doesn’t need much room for their unholy exchange.

Aether grabs him by the shirt, pulling him close. He stops just before Swiss can latch onto his mouth, earning a choked-off sound from the multi-ghoul. He pants against Aether’s upturned mouth, doing nothing to hide the mischievous glint in his eye, licking across a fang like he’s eyeing up a tasty meal. Aether smirks and stares at Swiss’ mouth, teasing. Moving a hairsbreadth closer. 

“Suck it,” Aether whispers before promptly shoving Swiss to his knees and pressing his face to the fly of his pants.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, already mouthing at the fabric. He fumbles over the button and zipper, like his hands can’t move fast enough. After another moment of struggle, he’s tugging Aether’s pants and boxer-briefs down to his ankles and pressing his cheek against the crease of his hip. 

Aether’s clit stands fat and hard between his folds, shiny with slick. “Got you worked up good, didn’t I?” Swiss teases as he runs a finger down its length. 

“Yes,” Aether hisses. “Now do something about it.”

“My pleasure.” Swiss noses into the little curls on Aether’s pubic mound before running the tip of his tongue over his clit. Aether sighs above him, carding his hand into Swiss’ hair. He presses lightly—a suggestion more than a demand. Swiss opens up anyway, sealing his lips over it and pushing back the plump hood with his tongue. He sucks on the velvety shaft underneath, slicking it up further with his own saliva. 

“Yeah, make it sloppy,” Aether breathes. He cants his hips against Swiss’ face, coating his chin with slick in the process. It rips a groan from Swiss’ throat, fingers dimpling the skin on the quintessence ghoul’s thighs. 

“Fuck, Aethe, so fucking wet,” Swiss whines, almost reverent. He swirls his tongue around his clit, sucking with varying pressure and intensity. He runs his hands along Aether’s inner thighs, the same as he had in the pews. Teasing. Caressing. More daring now that they’re alone. 

“Use ‘em, don’t be a tease,” Aether groans. He reaches down to grab Swiss’ wrist, pulling his hand up towards his cunt and guiding his fingers between his folds to rest against his entrance. 

Swiss can only moan in response, immediately sinking two fingers inside as he sucks hard. 

“Shit, yeah, that’s a good lad,” Aether gasps, rocking into his hand. Swiss pets inside him, crooking his fingers just enough to make him keen. His tongue works over his dick, teasing the tip in and out of the hood and laving against the underside, pressing the fat flesh to the roof of his mouth. He’s messy with it, as promised, lewd wet sounds mingling with Aether’s gasps and groans. 

It’s quickly overwhelming, rapidly stoking the fire in his gut and drawing him to the edge. Goddamn that multi ghoul and his talented fingers and his stupid, sinful mouth. 

Aether’s head thumps against the closet wall as he grips hard at Swiss’ hair. He moans, low and rumbly against Aether’s cunt, and that’s all it takes before Aether’s whispering: “Gonna cum, fuck Swiss, make me, make me—”

Swiss drinks him down, sinking a third finger into his wet heat and teasing the head of his clit while he seals his lips over it. Aether nearly sinks to his knees, curling in on himself as he cums with a low groan. His free arm shoots out to grab onto the rickety metal shelf for stability as he spasms against Swiss, thighs shaking and cunt drooling past his fingers and into his palm. Swiss groans at the way he clenches around his fingers, how his clit throbs in his mouth. He’d pause this moment if he could, living in it for the rest of the day, but soon Aether’s gasping and twitching from overstimulation, pulling Swiss’ head away. 

“Fuck,” Aether laughs, shaking his head. “Look at the things you do to me.”

Swiss stands, pressing up against the quintessence ghoul’s torso. Aether can feel how hard he is against his thigh. “See for yourself,” he says huskily, holding up his now slick coated hand in front of Aether’s face. He hums, fully intending to pull Swiss’ fingers into his mouth one by one, sucking off his own slick. But Swiss pulls it away. “Ah ah, that’s mine. You can have what’s on my face,” he says sinfully. 

Aether pulls him into a heated kiss and laps at his mouth eagerly, already reaching down towards Swiss’ zipper.

[raiderlucy]

So I’ve kinda been in shock for about a week or two since hitting this milestone... mainly because it happened way way wayyyy quicker than I anticipated, I was only doing my 2.5k a celebration a little over 2 months ago (for the record the time between my 2k celebration and my 2.5k celebration was like a year...so yeah wtf!?!) I know it’s partly due to the twitter migration, and i also know there’s probably still some bots lurking that i haven’t blocked, but hey ho.

So as per usual I wanna take the opportunity to thank my followers new and old, thanks for sticking with me during my hyper fixations that either last a week or forever (you know the ones i hyper fixate over the most by now i’m sure lol), thanks to everyone who interacts we me and like the gifs i make, it really does motivate me to continue creating, and thanks for somehow keeping up with my multi-fandom mess of a blog.

So for the celebration I’m going to be doing some gif requests again (which are always open btw i just never talk about it 😅) So i’ve spent some time thinking about some new ideas, but it’s mostly gonna be the usual requests i think, maybe by my next celebration i’ll be organised enough to get you guys to vote on something, who knows?

So if you wanna take part send me somethings (you’re not limited to one btw I always need inspiration for gif making):

🌈 + a colour palette + character/ship/show/whatever i post about (ex: here & here)

🎨 + 2 colours + character/ship/show/whatever i post about (ex: here & here)

🌵 + 2 things and make me choose between them - mix it up doesn’t have to be characters, could be outfits etc. (ex: here & here)

⏰ + show ep/movie and i’ll blindly pick scene from them for a gifset (ex: here)

🎵 + a character/ship/show/whatever + some some lyrics or a quote, or you can pick a song from my gif inspo playlist (ex: here & here)

✨ + other general gif requests maybe? something specific or some parallels or general character gifsets? idk i’m running out of ideas here lol

want some ideas? here’s some old celebration stuff here and here

gonna tag some mutuals new and old in no particular order under the cut, you should definitely check them out if you haven’t already, they have awesome gifs, writing and all that good stuff (if i missed anyone i’m sorry, there’s certain mutuals i’m always either to nervous to tag in or it’s me being a complete scatter brain or it might even be because i haven't seen ya on my dash in a while, or all of the above or any number of reasons... sorry i’m rambling now... i’m gonna go crawl back into my hole in the ground now )😘💜😎🖤

@himbohohoharringtxn @ne8ula @lengthofropes @achingly-shy @emziess @reysorigins @deanncastiel @aubrcy-plaza @greatcometcas @ofalltheginjoints @sam-ried @stevieclaus @finalgalnancy @santasteve @padme-amidala @heroeddiemunson @mistletoesteve @robiin-buckley @alivedean @babygirlspector @achillestiel @bebecas @babyboymunson