#rose writes something

[kibasniper]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Splatoon Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dedf1sh | Acht & Pearl (Splatoon) Characters: Dedf1sh | Acht (Splatoon), Pearl (Splatoon), Marina (Splatoon) Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Dialogue Light, Introspection, Friendship, Music, Post-Canon, Performance Art, Minor Marina/Pearl (Splatoon) Summary:

Pearl's voice commands the stage, the audience, and Acht's rapt attention.

[mirchloe]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psychonauts (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mirtala Aquato/Chloe Barge, Chloe Barge/Bobby Zilch Characters: Chloe Barge, Mirtala Aquato, Bobby Zilch Additional Tags: Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023, Polyamory, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Stargazing, Late at Night, Romantic Fluff Series: Part 12 of Zwickian, Cygnan, and Fathian Summary:

Christmas was yesterday. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. Chloe was somewhere lost in the middle. On a mandated break, it was surprising how quickly she lost track of the days.

or

On a dark night, Chloe, Mirtala, and Bobby observe the sea of stars.

[skymoonandstardust]

[doverstar]

actually I love Tentoo and he is the Doctor and it was the only ending for Rose that worked and it is a huge gift to be able to have the man she loves grow old with her, they were always heading for that, y'all be quiet. I 100% understand the angst but it's okay, they're okay, good ending-

[weisscoldglare]

[atthewhisky]

𝘱 𝘳 𝘦 𝘵 𝘵 𝘺 ' 𝘪 𝘯 ' 𝘱 𝘪 𝘯 𝘬

.·:*¨¨*:·. 𖣁 .·:*¨¨*:·.

current!axl rose x reader ౨ৎ

use of daddy kink, mildly sexual content ౨ৎ

ꪆৎ " i never have to work cause my daddy is rich ! "

"Axl," you murmur, looking at the man you'd just addressed from across the room, sitting in his chair, reading a book...lap looking so empty.

"What?" he asks, glancing at you briefly from across the top of his book before settling his eyes back on the pages.

"I'm bored." For extra emphasis, you pout at him, eyes wide and wanting as you stare at him and hope he puts that stupid book down that has been taking all of your attention for a good hour now.

Axl looks at you, fixating his gaze on your pout. You look pretty, he won't deny. Pretty in pink, ribbons in your hair and sparkly lip gloss coating your lips. You were wearing the dress he'd brought you the other day too - the one you'd practically begged him to get you when you were out shopping - alongside those frilly socks you seemed to have a thousand pairs of.

However, with the bratty attitude you'd been giving him, begging for his attention every other second, he wouldn't succumb to the puppy dog eyes you were giving him.

"What do you want me to do about that?" he asked plainly.

"I dunno," you mumbled, slumping in your seat and crossing your arms. Truthfully, it was funny to get you riled up like this. "Do something with me, maybe."

"I'm reading."

"And I'm bored."

"Brat."

That shut you up. The glare you gave him was cute.

You were cute.

For the next five minutes, you were huffing and puffing, acting like a petulant child as you fidgeted in your seat and kept flicking your eyes to him - begging for his attention.

Axl wondered how long it would take before you gave up trying to make him come to you and went crawling to him instead. He also wondered how long it would take before that fateful name fell from your lips - the name that Axl had only desired in his deepest perversions. A perversion he had kept to himself until you came along with your socks and bows and pretty pout.

You both liked it, though; he didn't see the issue.

A few more minutes of sighs and scoffs until eventually, you fell right into his trap.

Rising from your seat, Axl tried to ignore the urge to look up from the book - a book that he wasn't even reading anymore. It got worse as you started advancing towards him, closer and closer until you were standing right between his open legs; arms crossed in defiance and defeat.

He let you stand there for a moment, looking down at him angrily until even he couldn't bear to tease his poor angel any longer.

"Yes, baby?"

"Why are you ignoring me?"

He sighed softly, snapping the book closed and placing it down on the table next to him. Spreading his legs further, he snaked his hands around your waist, gazing up at you with admiration before tugging you close and making you lose balance.

"I was trying to have some time alone and you just couldn't wait patiently for me to be done. If you hadn't spent all that time pouting-"

"I wasn't pouting!"

"Yes, you were."

You glance away from him sheepishly, not managing to look him in the eye because you know he's right. You were pouting - pouting and huffing and trying your very hardest not to snap because you had needs. Sometimes, all a girl needed was her daddy.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, shuffling closer and focusing on the feel of his hands gripping your waist. "Just wanted your attention."

"Well, you gotta be patient next time," he said, pulling you onto his lap and finally granting you a sweet kiss to the forehead.

"I know." You cuddled up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. "I'm sorry, daddy."

He knew - had been certain of it, in fact - that it would not take long for that title to fall from your lips. Truthfully, you called him by his play name more than you called him by his real name. 'Axl,' rarely ever fell from your lips, his real moniker only spoken by you when you were particularly angry. He knew he was going to receive the berating of his life if you said his name.

But, most of the time, he assumed his role as "daddy," letting you do nothing all day except dance around and buy clothes with his credit card.

He softly stroked your hair, playing with the ribbons, decorating it and placing kiss after kiss onto your head.

"Now, because you apologised so nicely, I'll let you pick what you wanna do with daddy, yeah?"

You removed your head from the crook of his neck, eyes lighting up in happiness and excitement.

"Really?"

He nodded, gazing at you with so much admiration it made you feel sick.

"Whatever you want."

You giggled, smiling widely as you pressed your lips to his - thanking him with your kisses.

He reciprocated them happily, his hands on your hips as he pulled you tight against him.

"See what happens when you behave," he pinched your waist playfully. "You get what you want."

"Yeah, whatever." You rolled your eyes, wriggling in his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the ends of his hair.

He leaned down to nip at your neck, pressing a kiss to your collarbone - his lips trailing upwards to your jaw.

"Such an attitude," he murmured into your skin, basking in the soft sigh you released as he continued to place kisses on your neck. "Sometimes, I do wonder how I ended up with such a brat." He punctuated the word with a smack to your ass, hand quickly brushing under your skirts to smooth over the affected area.

You yelp in surprise, pushing his chest as he laughs at your predicament.

"You're so mean," you complain, crossing your arms as he pulls your crotch flush against his - both hands on your ass and supporting you as you straddle him fully. You fit so perfectly. Always had, always will.

"And you're a brat." He presses an apology kiss to your lips, his hands warm on your bare skin as his fingers trace under the lace hem of your panties.

"Stop being so mean!" You nuzzle into him more, contradicting your complaints - seeking comfort from him even when he was teasing. "I thought we were doing what I wanted now."

"You never told me what you wanted to do," he says matter-of-factly, a lilt to his voice that tells you he enjoys this song and dance - you: always succumbing to his teasing bait.

"Because I don't know what I want to do," you sigh, falling into his arms and placing your head on his chest. "Think of something for me."

"It's okay, angel, you can just say you wanted daddy's attention." He feels you smirking as he speaks, confirming what he already knew.

"I know..." you giggle, biting your lip as you sit up again and play with the hem of his shirt. "But you always make fun of me when I tell you."

"It's what I'm here for." Axl's eyes trail up and down your form, hands sliding further under your skin to stroke your hips, - pushing down your panties with the movement. "C'mon, angel-baby, don't pretend you don't love it."

You give him a knowing look, signature pout plastered on your face as you stare him down - refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he is completely, entirely right.

"Just...be quiet." You place a finger on his lips in surrender, and when he goes to open his mouth, you place your entire hand fully over his face - silencing him completely.

Raising his eyebrows at you, he pushes your panties down further - testing for any sign of defeat.

You press your hand harder against him.

After a minute of the back and forth, the challenge that had been silently announced between the two of you, you're the first to back down. With his hand slipping between your thighs, a muffled scoff as he feels how wet you are and a chuckle as your hand slips away from him - eyes fluttering shut.

"That's it...let daddy take control." Is the last thing he mutters before he has you exactly where he wants you.

Completely at his mercy.

© atthewhisky / angel

definitely leaning into my more...depraved fantasies here. i could've gone harder (much harder, believe me) but i didn't wanna scare anyone off. i know this won't be for everyone but it might be the thing that makes someone else tick so please don't be too mean.

lot's of love and thanks for reading !!

[jellymellydraws]

Astarion tries to steal the Blood of Lathander, inevitably getting trapped.

Rose stays back to get him out; tells everyone else to get to safety.

At the last second, she manages to break the last crystal, shutting down the giant Sunbeam and freeing Astarion.

He doesn't make eye contact with her while they take a breather. She's yelled at him before, for taking things too casually and nearly getting them in trouble. A near death experience was sure to summon her wrath.

She sits against the stone wall quietly. Eyes closed and her brow furrowed. Thinking.

Probably thinking of how she'd scold him this time.

Probably regretting staying back.

She could have left him.

She should have left him.

"Why did you stay?" He finally asked, in a soft raspy voice.

Rose opened her eyes, letting out a long breath before she turned her face towards him.

"Why wouldn't I?" Her brow shifted. A frustrated furrow became perplexed. He expected her to have harshness in her voice, but it was soft.

"I--" he hesitated, "it would have been so easy. The exit was right there! You would've made it out with everyone else! And I..."

He wouldn't keep pissing her off.

Or ruining her plans.

Or giving her headaches.

Or making her job harder than it already was.

Or--

Rose clasped her hand on his shoulder. Her gaze stilled his unbeating heart. As if she could see right through him.

"And you're not something to be thrown away, just because it'd be easy."

And just like that...

Every mask. Every performance. Every well crafted, well rehearsed, lie.

Shattered.

Leaving only him; Astarion.

[fourteentrout]

Azriel had waited. He had waited for five hundred years to find his mate. His equal.

That's the kicker, wasn't it? His equal. How could he find that, when he was Death itself. When he looked into the bloody mouths of his victims, Truth Teller in his grasp, and he could not see anything but his own reflection staring back at him. Built upon fingernails and severed toes, built upon a burst of blue that burnt like fire, built upon a blade that sang when it cut through flesh. Calculated death, something beyond rage, something beyond a quest for justice. Something not borne out of impulse or uncontrolled power, but out of a carefully constructed network of lacerations, each placed with more thought than the last.

What, out there, was equal to that?

Oh, how cruel, he thought.

Is this what it is? Is this what an equal is? Someone with fists wreathed in flame, who could wield what Azriel's hands hadn't been able to survive.

Fire itself mated to the burnt.

Someone tortured, mated to a torturer.

How cruel to him, he thought, flames dancing in his head.

Was it cruelty, though? Or simply justice? That fire lord with lashes across his back was no hero. He was the worst of the worst, and his pain didn't make him any better. It just made him both the victim and the tyrant. It allowed him to play both sides. He himself was cruel.

Eris was nothing like who Azriel had thrown himself at. Eris was unkind, unable to wield his flaming hands with the same delicate niceness of Elain. Eris was a sneaky, manipulative, slithering thing, a stranger to the blunt authenticity of Mor. Eris would never be able to turn to the sunlight the way she did. Eris would never be able to speak with words like honey the way Elain did.

Azriel had never earned those words, anyway.

This is what it is, then, he thought. Two people who got exactly what they deserved. Fated to share something so pure, so clean, with someone who was decidedly not. The thing he had slogged through five centuries of silent desperation for a female who would never love him back for, finally granted to him--only with someone just out of reach. Perhaps, if he wanted, he could reach out a hand.

But he didn't want to. It was easier to stay angry, easier to pretend that he didn't deserve something as honorable as a mating bond, like he had during those five hundred years of waiting.

He did, though. He was getting exactly what he paid for.

His hands were soaked with the blood of a thousand, a hundred thousand, too many for Azriel to feel bad for. Eris' hands burst with the same flame that had once bathed Azriel's own. They delivered each other's scars, Azriel supposed. His mottled skin would be familiar to Eris. How many people has he burned, Azriel wondered. The scars that littered Eris' perfect High Fae body were the same Azriel imparted dutifully upon anyone unlucky enough to find themselves in his chamber. How cruel, to look at the one tied to your soul and see an assignment. The same methodical job he imparted on the prisoners in the dungeons, blanketing the one he was supposed to be able to look at reverently. How could he?

Eris was always a slimy bastard, anyway. Azriel could never love him, just as he would never love Azriel. It was upon principle, more than anything.

And perhaps it was easier that way. Perhaps his hands would thank him, kept safe from the fire that they still shied away from, centuries later.

How cruel, he thought as his chest throbbed with that bond.

Azriel had waited his whole life for something he knew, in his soul, he would never deserve. But of course, the Mother found Her ways. To give him what he wanted more than anything in the world.

To give him something he would never be able to have.

Not when he was one who supplied torture, and his mate was one who received it. Not when he was scarred with burns, and his mate could light the fire with half a thought.

How cruel, he thought, that I could not have been better. That I could not have become someone able to earn something good.

That even the mating bond could be twisted into something to punish him, something to prove his unworthiness. It was right there, and yet he couldn't have it. Would never be able to face that. The fact that he and his mate were everything that had made the other suffer. Why, he wondered, had he wanted it so? Had he not realized that to be granted that, he would have to look into the eyes of another and see himself reflected back? The one person that could break him.

After a lifetime of waiting, he had finally gotten what he wanted. But he had also finally gotten what he deserved.

[deardiary17]

Afraid to spook the Doctor if he turned out to be an apparition, Rose held her breath and huddled closer to the white room’s corner, holding her breath and clutching the greyish fabric stretched over her knees. “Rose?” she heard the Doctor say and screwed her eyes shut, terrified of opening them. What if the Doctor was her imagination’s figment? What if she opened her eyes, and he wouldn’t be there? She just wouldn’t survive another bone-crushing disappointment like that. “Rose? It’s me, it’s the Doctor. Look, I’m…” he stuttered and swallowed nervously, “I’m so sorry for not getting here sooner, for not finding you fast.” Rose exhaled a shaky breath and whimpered pitifully. It all sounded so real. The Doctor sounded real.

[roseytoesy]

Vore trope list

Screw it I’ve been looking for a list of vore tropes and stuff and can’t seem to find any! so you know what I’m going to make my own.

(Almost all of these I imagine as safe or has the option to be safe.)

Feel free to use this as an ask game too!

Story tropes:

Knight in shining armor (protection vore)

A heroic meal (protection vore but eating the bad guy)

Dragons sacrifice (poor soul(s) offered to a monster)

A bet (stupid idea + pride leads to shenanigans)

Feral/ lost to instincts (pred looses control of themselves)

Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)

Tummy time out (prey annoyed/upset pred too much and ended in tummy as punishment)

Extreme cuddling (just as it says. both wanna be cozy together and what better way than inside a tum?)

dentist (thorough cleaning but with its own risks of being eaten due to being within a mouth)

vore spa day (covered in delicious smelling oils and products and given a deep massage deep into a pred)

magic! (Potions or spells making this small and safe)

sci-fi (aliens and other biological/scientific shenanigans leading to vore)

willingly “sacrificed” to a god

food play (from noodles to cakes and icecream get creative and have fun!)

Saved from drowning (merfolk or lifeguard making sure someone gets the air they need inside where they will be safe)

fearful (I don’t like the sound of fearplay)

cat and mouse games (pred having fun while the prey may or may not, depending)

hide and eat (hide and seek but the seeker is very hungry~)

Any taur vore (from nagas to centaurs, to driders, to anything you can think of!)

multiple stomaches (a safe one/storage and one not so safe one maybe)

slimes (pred or prey they can be both!)

edible clones (best way to remove extras is to eat them!)

high vore (they either got high from the prey or the pred was high and got munchy)

dinner dates (ending with an amazing prey dessert to finish off a successful date)

inexperienced/first time (weather it’s pred or prey is so good)

shy (either pred or prey struggle to ask.)

casual (just walk up to friend and say I want in. Or can I have a snack for a bit. Shrug and relax for an hour or two)

kidnapping (best way to ensure transportation and that they won’t get away)

object vore (from a small key to a fricken box tv. The bulges are always a fun plus)

Come and get it~ (pred ate item/person prey needs so they have to go down to get it)

sick (pred needs something to settle their stomach, or prey wants to hide away from the world and their troubles.)

comfort (help ground a pred during a panic attack. Help hide prey from anxieties)

A different form of love (other species licking and gently swallowing their loved ones as signs of affection.)

healing vore (stomach juices heal things alive and break apart anything dead.)

tough soft guy. (Scary/intimidating with a soft spot for one special prey.)

multiple prey (weather the pred was gluttonous or overwhelmed both are good.)

super willing and unwilling (pred excited to nom someone and they are not ok with it. And a super willing prey where the pred is somewhat worried/freaked out)

VIP (very important prey, gets a nice backstage show ending in a belly.)

sleep eating (pred had a nice dream about eating a marshmallow. Where’s their pillow/prey??)

another world (maybe somewhere where this is normal)

betrayal (prey gets gobbled up by friend and feels betrayed that they were nothing more than a meal/snack to who they thought they could trust.)

always close (pred hugging belly close or always having a hand over their precious cargo)

experiments! (Scientists doing things inside just because they are curious!)

overprotective (either pred or prey but they are possessive of their friend they aren’t allowed to be eaten by/eat anyone else!)

teasing (being charismatic or using double meaning words to get a snack or message across~)

domestic (a happy couple/ roommates sharing some nomes after cleaning together or getting things settled from the days adventures.)

robot (safely store items and prey at optimal temperatures and in a safe environment until threat has passed, or scans are completed, etc)

mine! (Hoarding things where NOONE can get to without their permission)

strings/equipment included (keeping prey on something to help them get out, though it may or may not fail depending on the pred)

demons deal (you got what you want and what they want in return is a nice meal~)

drink addition (prey floating in a drink and going down to their own special pool)

hot and cold (hot belly’s for cold days and cool belly’s for hot days)

It was an accident! (Took a tumble right down someone’s throat?! Or they didn’t notice someone in their drink)

Other:

Same size

half size

g/t

micro

cat size

willing

unwilling

squirming

switch

pred

prey

reformation

goopy/ painless digestion

fatal/perminant

oral

belly mouth

tail

Vore to endosoma

Half/full tour clean

dream vore

energy sapping

bulging stomach

hammer space stomach/ pocket dimension belly

[kuppikahvia]

One more thing about Alan Wake 2 I really love is Rose because characters like her are usually portrayed in a way that feels misogynistic but I don't think Rose is. She's an overly excited and delusional fangirl yes but in a way that feels realistic, and as we saw she doesn't really make any advanced towards Alan despite her obsession so I feel like in a way she's aware of her obsession being parasocial

[kibasniper]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psychonauts (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Razputin "Raz" Aquato & Dogen Boole & Lili Zanotto Characters: Razputin "Raz" Aquato, Dogen Boole, Lili Zanotto, Whispering Rock Campers (Psychonauts) Additional Tags: During Canon, Missing Scene, Reunions, Friendship, Bonding, Hugs, Storytelling, Light Angst, happy 19th birthday psychonauts!! Summary:

Among those present who had been saved from the brink, Dogen caught eyes with a boy in a stylish helmet. He raised his goggles, glancing between the squirrels and Dogen, as if ensuring they were real. Letting out a chuckle, he broke into a wide smile and darted from the pack, tossing out his arms.

“Dogen!” Raz shouted, not a mark on him, with only a few hairs out of place.

---

Wherein Dogen Boole realizes he is not alone.

[mirchloe]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Puyo Puyo (Video Games), Pocket Monsters: Diamond & Pearl & Platinum | Pokemon Diamond Pearl Platinum Versions, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hikari | Dawn & Lidelle (Puyo Puyo) Characters: Lidelle (Puyo Puyo), Hikari | Dawn, Hikari no Pochama | Dawn's Piplup, Emperte | Empoleon Additional Tags: Crossover, Gift Fic, Snow, Magic, Games, First Meetings, Developing Friendships, Returning Home, Puyo Pals Secret Santa 2023 Summary:

After a fierce match with Amitie, Lidelle winds up stranded in a familiar world. Curious critters scamper around a snowy city alongside humans, reminding her of Primp Town. As she ponders a way home, a trainer offers her assistance.

[girlmetalsonic]

something that is like the baseline of amys entire character to me is that shes lonely. shes clingy and physically affectionate in a way none of her friends really are, shes always getting pushed aside and left behind. yeah, she helps out people she doesnt know because shes a nice person, but also, she sees part of herself in them. she wont leave someone else behind because she knows the feeling —and more importantly, hates the feeling. if she doesnt have somebody to stand by her and be there for her, then shes going to be that person for everybody else. something something her obsession with sonic is really just like a manifestation of that desire for closeness with someone, and she thinks that romance is the only way to get that. idk... this hedgehog can have so many abandonment issues.

[kingkatsuki]

One of my absolute favorite “cliche” tropes is amnesia fics where reader has been dating character for years, but they forget and then they can only remember dating their ex. So it’s like they go back to the ex because it’s all they’ve ever known, and their current love has to cope with seeing the love of their life in the arms of another guy.

I could read that trope a million times over and never get bored or think it’s too repetitive.

[good-beans]

Sometimes I get stuck thinking there must be more to Hinako's death but then,

Have you ever had one of those irrational fears that your friends are talking about you behind your back? That they aren't 100% satisfied in you? Have a groupchat without you, hang out without you, etc. You have this fear that they're going to turn around one day like "we've been stringing you along but we never actually liked you." And that thought is crushing. (Or maybe god forbid it's happened to you). It's worse than people not liking you. It's the worst betrayal imaginable. It's horrifying. More than your trust, it destroys your self-confidence.

And that's with friends. But the man who said he loved you? The man who smiled at you at the altar as he put a ring on your finger? The man with whom you've placed your life in his hands as his partner on the force? The man you trust with your life during the day and lay down in the same bed with at night? For years?

And suddenly I understand.