#shark nibbles

[verdanturfwind]

To everyone who doesn't know Kid Icarus: Uprising....

Reblog for sample size because I know most of my followers know the game XD

[edge-oftheworld]

maria oliver writes comments the exact way ashton tweets sometimes

[aylish91]

I need someone to stand over me and whack me with a ruler every time I try to stray to youtube or other writing projects. I'm trying to focus on finishing this chapter but my crazy brain keeps wanting to get distracted.

[flyin-shark]

I like the fish, that is all

I also like the fish. Welcome to my blog :3

[avionvadion]

I feel like I’m heading dangerously close into Vampire territory…

But, nah, it’s just Zora’s Domain.

[verdanturfwind]

I'm so tired of people treating Kieran like he's manipulating the player or whatever like HE'S A CHILD!!! Also I'm tired of people saying people who don't like how Carmine treated him just hate low empathy people and women like. She gets better! I love the other parts of her character! But you can't deny that she infantilizes Kieran and blames his genuine distress from being wronged on "teen angst" as well as the obvious "at least I didn't hit him" line. You can't deny that her mistreatment of him is what leads him astray. She has every right to be angry and abrasive to tourists, but the way she takes it out on her brother obviously harmed him. No, Kieran doesn't see Ogerpon as an object - he just clings to those who he believes understand him and wants to feel like he belongs. He's not evil. He's a mentally struggling young teen who clings to any semblance of acceptance in his life and believes he was wronged by the person he trusted.

No, people are not ableist or misogynistic for saying Carmine's actions were harmful and caused emotional pain. No, comparing her hate to the likes of how fans treated Nemona is not fair. Yes they're wrong for narrowing her down to a one-dimensional abuser who can never be redeemed. But it's okay to acknowledge that she's hurting her brother. She's not evil for it. She's a mentally struggling teen/young adult whose struggles seep into how she treats the people she cares about.

[hocksburn]

well we have tomorow. but if i was nineteen years old and fumbled an empty net from a yard away which would have ended the series in my team's favor i think id be haunted. stay strong quinnley.

[pochaccoups]

hhu’s love languages (nsfw)

seungcheol —; biting

oh, how he loves to sink his teeth into your precious skin.

he’ll admit it—it’s a little bit (read: a lot) of a possessive thing. it’s not enough for him to have you face down, ass up, writhing underneath him as he pounds you into tomorrow. he just can’t resist from leaning over you, pressing his broad, sweat-slicked chest to your back, and clamping down on the curve of your neck with his teeth.

it doesn’t help that you say his name so pretty when he does; a breathy, high-pitched moan of two syllables—“cheollie,”—that drives him to insanity.

and it’s not just your neck that falls victim to his bite. it’s his favourite, yes—it’s easily accessible in all of your favourite positions, after all. but no part of you is safe.

when his head is between your legs, he kisses up along your calf, mouths at the fat of your thigh before you feel the soft sting of his teeth sinking into it. only then is he satisfied. only then does he give you what you want: his mouth on your pussy as he eats you out so good it leaves your entire body shaking.

when you’re sat in his lap, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat despite the way your thighs burn, his mouth finds your tits like a moth to a flame. they’re sensitive, he knows that, so he’s considerate enough to go a little easier on them, nibbling at the soft skin. he’ll still leave his mark on them, of course, only instead of bite marks he litters your chest with dark little love bites.

he loves nothing more than seeing your reaction to his dirty little habit. when you waddle off to the bathroom and leave him laying there in post-orgasm bliss, a yelp of his name has him grinning and jumping to his feet.

he finds you glaring at the mirror, with your hair a mess and your features flustered from the sight of the perfect teeth indentation on your right shoulder.

“i look like a shark attack survivor! how am i supposed to cover this?” you ask, exasperated.

and the worst thing about choi seungcheol is how hard it is to be mad at him. when he presses himself against you, snakes his arms around your waist, and drops his head to dot kisses all over the mark in question, you find yourself melting into him with an ease like it’s ingrained in you.

eventually, he speaks up, muttering his words into your skin: “don’t cover it.”

wonwoo —; hand holding

wonwoo, your sweet wonwoo. so shy that he gets flustered when you hold his hand in public.

in the dim lighting of your bedroom, though, he’s not so shy. in fact it’s you who’s flustered, your body searing hot, your head spinning from the weight of your boyfriend on top of you.

he’s got you manhandled onto your stomach, kneeling between your spread legs, fucking you like he’s trying to carve the shape of his cock into your very womb. what’s worse is the way his hands, lithe and pretty, take yours, pinning you to the mattress so he can drive his hips harder into you.

“w-wonwoo,” you sob, squeezing and grasping at the fingers that are laced with yours.

“hmm? what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he asks, practically cooing into your ear. “can’t take it?”

“i can,” you whimper, clenching around him, pressing your hips up into his thrusts. to show him.

“yeah, there you go. fuck, take my cock so good, don’t you?”

if you were to try and tell anyone that jeon wonwoo was capable of speaking like this, you’re sure they wouldn’t believe you. the wonwoo who can barely hold your hand in front of others, let alone kiss you? that wonwoo?

it’s the same wonwoo who fucks your face without remorse, who fingers you until you squirt, who eats you out until you can’t feel your legs—that wonwoo. and the best thing about him is that he’ll hold your hand through all of them, even as he abuses your poor cunt, like it’s reassurance. a touch of mercy to remind you he’s still your boyfriend who loves you so much even if he fucks you like an ex.

after all, he is a romantic. what’s more romantic than your pretty boyfriend holding your hands when he’s fucking your brains out?

mingyu —; choking

it may or may not be his habit of playfully grabbing his members by their neck that floods your mind with the idea of being in their place.

you’ve always had a thing for mingyu’s hands, even before you’d started dating him. the sheer size of them, the thickness of his fingers—all of it would have you squeezing your thighs together at just the thought of what he could use them for. (to make you see heaven and above, as you came to find out).

but mingyu is a gentleman in the most literal sense of the word. he’s big, he’s strong, and he compensates for that by treating you like glass. not that he doesn’t fuck you hard when you ask, but putting his hands around your neck is not something that even enters his mind. he’d let himself be struck dead before he’d use his strength to harm you.

fortunately, you’re good at getting your way with him—especially when he’s got his dick buried inside you. every last shred of his rationality goes straight out the window the moment he feels the hot, wet embrace of your pussy around him.

he grabs at your hips, your thighs, your tits; his fingers cling to every inch of your skin to keep himself from falling over the edge of insanity because you’re so fucking tight around him that it’s dizzying.

“gyu,” you moan, and he’s alert in an instant, like a dog called on by its owner, ready for his next command. “choke me?”

his thrusts falter and his features are questioning, yet you don’t miss the way his cock throbs against your walls at your words.

“baby, i don’t know if i should-”

“please, gyu?” you plead, gazing up at him, tightening your thighs where they’re wrapped around your waist. “for me?”

and kim mingyu is many things, but tenacious is not one of them.

when it comes to you he’s hopeless, nothing but a weak fool in love. it’s why he doesn’t stop you when you take him by his wrist and guide his giant hand to sit just above your clavicle. you don’t make him squeeze or anything, you leave that up to him. you just want him to see it, to feel it. to get a glimpse into the fantasy you’ve been keeping from him.

his hips slow, his eyes darkening as he gazes down at you with an affection you’ve never seen from him. gently, his fingers, which almost wrap around the entire circumference of your neck, start to press. it’s barely enough pressure to tickle, but fuck, it’s so hot it sends your eyes rolling back.

suddenly mingyu gets it. adrenaline flushes through his body and goes straight to his cock—it’s a sight he wants etched into his brain forever. your eyes hazy, a tiny, content smile on your kiss-swollen lips, his massive hand gripping your neck as he fucks you with a new kind of fervour. he gets it, and he can’t believe he didn’t get it sooner.

you can see it clearly—how, in just a matter of time, he’ll have his forehead pressed to yours, his cock grazing the spot that has you seeing stars over and over while his hand cuts off your airflow, choking you hard, the way you’ve always wanted.

vernon —; spitting

is it cliche and predictable to assign him this? maybe. but what if he’s not the one doing the spitting?

he’s a little bit obsessed with letting you do what you want with him. it’s not a dom or sub thing—vernon’s an easygoing guy in all aspects of life, and if you feel like sitting in his lap and making out with him until you’re both gasping for air, the last thing he’ll do is complain.

his favourite thing of all is when you ride him. fuck, everything about you is mesmerising; the way you grind your hips over his cock so expertly, the way you brace your hands against his chest, letting your nails rake into his skin ever so often, the way your head tips backwards and your moans spill out in the sweetest song.

vernon gazes up at you like you put the stars in the sky, like you brought about life itself, like he can’t believe he’s the one who gets to see you like this. his eyes, dark, round, and glimmering, are a picture of how enamoured he is with you. he has no idea how crazy it drives you.

it’s natural the way your hand reaches for his cheek, the way your thumb moves to glide over his lips, soft and puffy. vernon falls in love for the millionth time when you dip it inside his mouth, push it gently against his tongue, gathering up his spit on the tip of your finger. it makes his dick jump to be at your mercy like this. his hips buck up into yours, desperate to drive himself even deeper into the addictive heat of your cunt.

you press his mouth open, just slightly, just enough, and lean forward. a pearl of your saliva, of you, lands in the centre of his tongue, and he doesn’t have time to swallow it before your mouth finds his, kissing him with greed. it’s messy—lips smacking, your moans mingling with his, but the thing about vernon is that you cannot get enough of him. even though he’s inside you and you’re skin to skin with and your mouths are connected.

you pull away, your grin cat-like, your attention shifting back to the stretch of his cock as you bounce up and down him with a newfound desperation.

“god, you’re hot,” he whispers, his own lips quirking into a fucked-out smile.

“yeah? you like it when i spit in your mouth, hansollie? so dirty,” you reply.

he doesn’t last much longer after that.

[porcalinecunt]

(𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃)𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 ♡︎

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ having the body of a cyborg came with it’s perks, including turning boothill into your own personal porn bot a plug away! ~ ♡︎

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — afab!reader. mean dom!boothill. improper use of usb ports. pornography. manhandling. overstimulation. edging. pussy drunk boothill. no pronouns for reader.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : saw someone on tt mention inappropriate use of boothill’s usb ports, and i couldn’t help myself. <33 as usual, enjoy!

“..and i’m supposed to plug this in?”

Boothill spun the harddrive around his fingers, staring at it with both curiosity yet suspicion. it was a hot pink color with a heart sticker sloppily slapped onto the front. you handed it to him without saying a word, leaving him beyond dumbfounded.

you simply nodded, trying hard not to burst out laughing. despite the glaringly obvious USB ports that were carved into his waist, he swore to have never actually stuck anything in them. by anything, of course, were any harddrives that could’ve been packed with whatever info or footage that would’ve automatically made it’s way into his memory. he didn’t want anyone’s weird porno or stupid memes to burn into his motherboard and live with it.

yet he had a hard time saying no to you. hell, he’d never say no to you unless it’d kill you. then again, it was probably a random assortment of cat videos you came across on your feed. it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek. right?

holding up a reluctant thumbs up, you plugged the harddrive in and awaited his reaction with anticipation. boothill never looked away from your reaction, quickly noticing something was rather…off about your face. your lips curled into a seductive grin, biting down on your lower lip while hearts practically carved your pupils. your cheeks and nose were flushed a slight pink that faded to a hot red color.

yet, it was already too late for him.

his vision suddenly became a hot pink blur, the gears within his body had began to spun widely while the mini fans tried to cool down his heating body. the blood red target in his eye morphed into a pink heart while he spaced out at what was being shown in front of him.

nothing but pure pornography, some of the most explicit, flooding his memory and infecting his circuits with the love virus. boothill felt his head spin from the lewd imagery, bouncing from clip to clip of multiple sex acts all at once. from simple missionary to subs being bent in half by their ridiculously larger doms, there was even one where they were in full nelson. legs high up with thier sopping cunt in full view. it was all too much.

“so this..is what y’want me to do to ya…”

the cyborg chuckled, overwhelmed with his sudden libedo. he looks over at you with hungry eyes, flashing his shark toothed grin the moment you nodded.

“why didn’t ya say so, dollface..?”

“a-ah! m’sorry! m’sorry boothill..! i-i was only p-playing..ngh!”

your clothes were torn clean off without a damn given, leaving you bare and vulnerable as the cyborg pumped his cock in and out of your sopping pussy. just like how you wanted it, bent in half in full nelson with your legs held high as only boothill’s arms kept you from falling. his pace was unforgiving, hungrily stuffing you full like your his last meal on death row. despite your body already stiffening from the position, boothill showed no sign of stopping. his eyes, bright pink with hearts dialating for pupils, full of burning desire and a greedy lust that clouded his judgement till his mind went blank.

it was as if the cyborg was built for fucking, his only goal being to push you beyind your human limit.

“zip it, sugar. you're gonna take m’dick even when i’m done with ya, you hear?”

boothill hissed in your ear with a mean rasp, shark-like teeth nibbling away at your earlobe. the ticklish feeling only added to the intense overstimulation that turned your brain into mush. you felt the familiar knot in your stomach close to snapping for what seems like the tenth time tonight, until a sudden emptiness snapped you back into reality. looking down, you noticed how boothill pulled himself out, leaving you hanging. a whine came out of your throat almost instinctively at the neglect.

“boothilll..! i was so clo!—“

you’re words were rudely cut off as the ranger threw you onto the bed with you laying on your back. he wasted no time crawling on top of you and pressing his heavy body against yours. trapped, you couldn’t even move an inch as you squirmed under his touch. he practically caged you.

“keep whinin’ like that and I'll leave ya empty. got that?”

as difficult as it was, you pressed your lips together and screwed your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to keep quite. your cunny spasmed around his length as he kept going with his violent pace. even with the harddrive, you could never imagine boothill going this far. you truely underestimated the strength of the virus that infected his mechanical body with such libido, yet you don’t regret it. you continued to cry out as your limbs grew numb, your senses going blank in an orgasmic euphoria. you were teetering towards the fuckin’ edge.

you sobbed out babbles of “‘m gonna cum!~” over and over again like it was automatic. finally, the knot snapped in two as stars filled your vision. if he wasn’t made of metal, you would’ve left some nasty scratch marks.

on the other hand, the ranger watched in pure awe as his pretty baby fell apart on his dick. your fucked out expression, teary eyes and pouty lips covered in spit, only fuled him for more. you couldn’t even get a breath in as you were picked up and flipped onto your stomach, ass high up in the air.

“you think ‘m done yet sugar? hehe, that’s cute.”

you could only sigh in response, unable to do anything about your own mess. lesson learned, never fuck with a machine you know so little about.

© porcalinecunt 💌 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[pressureplus]

Sebastian Solace Kissing Headcannons

Warnings: N/A

◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟◞꒷◟ ͜ ͜ ◞ྀི◟୨୧◞ྀི◟ ͜ ͜ ◞꒷◟

• No, he does not taste like fish, Yes I know you've giggled about that at least once so I may as well knock it out of the way

• Considering he's been confirmed to smoke and it's safe to say he eats from the vending machines pretty consistently, he usually tastes like cigarettes and chips

• Occasionally, he may taste like other snack foods, namely: Chocolate, Peanuts, Hard Candy, and those weird prepackaged vanilla cookies

• At first he didn't want to kiss you at all, even when you two got your confessions out

• His mouth is so inhuman and sharp, with rows of shark-like teeth... It made him really nervous about kissing you for a long time

• What if seeing it up close made you not like him very much anymore? What if it just doesn't feel right to you? He'd rather avoid making you uncomfortable like that

• There's only so much defensive sarcasm and passive aggression can do for you, and it isn't gonna fix heartbreak

• Makes fun of you for even wanting to kiss him, have you SEEN him??

• Will accuse you of having a thing for fish 💀

• You're going to have to kiss him first, he isn't gonna pop that safety bubble himself

• That first time, his whole body locks up, breath held for the long moment it takes for him to process what's actually happening

• He relaxes slowly into actually kissing back, that familiar wall coming down

• After this, he'll start initiating them

• At first it's these stiff little pecks on the cheek and corner of your mouth, but he quickly gets a taste for you

• When he starts kissing you directly, he gets hungry for it, starting to sneak them in any time he can find

• The kisses get longer and slower and easier for him, humming into every one of them so affectionately

• He's needed the touch for years, so naturally he's going to have his hands on you the whole time. Yes, all three of them.

• Likes to pick you up, means you can't get away when he goes to tease you about wanting to kiss such a scary thing like him

• Absolutely gives you little snake kisses, his tongue flicks out at you a lot when he's giving you smaller kisses

• That mean ass mouth doesn't get any nicer, but at least you get kisses for putting up with it

• He's going to nip and nibble at you too, overall getting really comfortable with the mouth affection

• He does this all the time, too, and most enjoys bothering you while you're trying to work by sneaking up and biting your neck

• Seriously tho, how is he so quiet?? He's huge???

• Oops, hickeys! He's too pleased with leaving marks not to ❤️

[sleep-0-deprived]

In eve’s garden (Yandere dragon hybrid! x human! male reader~!) ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

WC:. 1.2K

content warnings : smut, porn no plot, Amab reader, bottom reader x top oc, dark content, dub con, belly bulges, monster fucking, no protection, yandere content, obsessive themes, mentioned kidnapping at the end, virginity loss, anal crampies (reader receiving), marking <33

Taglist: @miyaisastar @asher-is-hotxp @silvern1006 @unstab1eperson2 @yyuinaa @dewday1 @blond3ang3l @creepy141dollie @m4r13ll @ihavezeropancreas @sooobiinn @just-ignore-them @fuckingmxonlight @nightwinglover101 @chasingknives @littlelilithsposts @gayaristocrat @whatupbishs

A/N: from th’a poll th’a most requested was yandere Oc works, it’s very short thoo~ ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

Life is a funny trickle isn’t it? One moment you’re laying around in your garden with your tunic all undone at the top messing with your flowers and the next a dragon like man is on top of you, taking your opened tunic as a chance to ravage you.

you had heard other villagers talking of a dragon being spotted near by but you had never expected to be the creatures target.

Your back was planted firm to the ground whining and hissing when the man bites at your nipples through your thin tunic with his saliva as hot as water from the fresh springs on your skin leaving you in a state of bliss under him.

“Mine- could smell you from so far away”

he would breath out and let his hands roam you, gripping you like a piece of treasure to behold.

His claws pierce the fabric of your pants making them loose around your hips with your cock pressing to the torn cloth, your hands pull at the grass and your eyes tread down lazily onto the creature.

“Sto—ah~”

Your words hang unheard in the air with your thighs quivering on either side of his hot body, you feel a massive bulge pressing up against you rubbing against your tummy.

the scales on his neck brush against the tender flesh of your pecks. He finally slips his hands up your tunic under the fabric and onto your bare skin.

The contact sends shivers up your spine the sound of tearing fills your head when his claws rip off your tunic exposing your bare torso to the blue sky’s above with the cool spring air pressing against your hardened peaks caressing the now warmed flesh.

The dragon hybrids tail sways behind him curling in an eager manner when his slit black pupils look up at you they dilate, his mouth finds its way onto your Adam’s apple and gives it a nibble pressing his shark lime tear to your skin hard enough to leave an little red indent showing he was there.

the feeling of hands gripping your love handles starts again. He gropes you feeling your body up while his face stays buried in your neck sniffing in your scent like a feral animal in rut.

His horns prick at your neck like a bull nudging its mate, in most senses that’s what the creature was taking you for, it’s mate.

“Needa mate you- need to give you my seed”

“Wait- don’t”

The hybrids claws tear away your pants leaving you naked in the garden with your thighs on either side of his hips.

the massive bulge smushes against your half hard cock dry humping you while precum seeps through his pants making a slick mess between your shared bodies, god how you hoped none of the other villagers would see you.

His face stays in your neck never leaving while his sticky palms undo his pants letting a meaty cock press to his stomach.

he looks down at you with his red scaled wings flapping harshly on his back, his tip was all flushed with a shiny pearl running down the underside of his base— oh there was no way you were going to be able to take this all.

Your thigh gets lifted up pressed to your chest with him holding your cheek pinched open spitting and licking at your hole in attempt to loosen it, midway through the creature growls annoyed at the lack of opening for his cock.

He presses the tip forwards pushing it inside you half way, your hymen tearing wide open feeling like a sharp pain shooting through your whole body making your eyes all glossy and wide.

“Ow-ow fuck~!”

Your knee bumped your chest sobbing underneath him, a bulge presses out of your stomach once he fully sinks himself inside you, your rim puckers up tight and you can feel ever pulse, throb, vein, everything his cock does inside of you.

Your stomach caves in when you breathe slipping your hands further up and gripping the ground for dear life getting dirt all under your nails.

As soon as he starts rocking his hips your insides feel bruised, already worn around him and as if your neck was a safe haven for the creature its face gets shoved back into it pressing you down harsh into the soil leaving no room for your to escape it.

The pudgy hot tip starts pressing your prostate harshly making your cock fully stiffen against your stomach.

Your hands find their way to his shoulders gripping at his smooth black hair while the dragon grunts and huffs on top of you, one of your legs rested up on his hip and the other bend to your chest making his angle hit inside you deep.

Your tears drying up but you pout beneath him when he bites a little to hard on your nape nearly bring blood piercing only the top layer of flesh.

“Gonna give you all my pups- wanna make you a mama”

Your hole flutters around him at that statement, your eyes half lidded rolling into the back of your skull almost trying to see your own brain with how deep he was fucking you. His cock was trying to look for a womb to plant itself into wanting to make eggs inside you.

The sound of skin on skin slapping around in your garden got louder with your ass cheeks all tender from his hips constantly slapping against you.

you had given up on fighting the creature instead just accepting your fate, you can hear the deep mewls that left his lips and you could feel how close he was, you weren’t far behind with your cock ready to explode.

A clawed hand reaches down palming your cock between thrusts making sure to move in rhythm with the constant fucking. Another hand pressing down on the bulge in your stomach making you feel how deep you were taking it.

The mix of your blood and his spit lubed you up enough to make a squelch when he rolled his hips nailing your prostate head on over and over.

“Mh right theree!”

Your orgasm his you first heaving and arching under him with your thigh wrapping around his hip taking its cock deliciously when he hits your sweet spot one last time. Your gummy walls milking the orgasm from him.

Your sperm spews from your eager tip getting everywhere in his palm making a mess, his hand works you through your orgasm while you lay with your nose scrunched up.

The dragons rough tail wraps around your waist lifting you closer to him letting the smell of flowers and the intense coupling fill the air leaving the creature pleased when his hips jerk one last time.

It felt like molten lava started pouring inside you making you feel stuffed to the brim with a swollen tummy, your nails dig harder against his scales while his wings lay down relaxing as a wave of calm washes over him.

You can feel his tip pulsing into your prostate. Right when you thought it was all over he lifts you up still on his cock with you fully naked for any and all to see— he was taking you to his home he was taking you into the mountains to his cave.

“Never gonna let you leave- all mine, gonna raise such pretty lil dragon pups with you”

he purrs into your ear sealing your fate.

[verdanturfwind]

Medusa is such an interesting character to me, even though she's underutilized. There's so many open ends to her character that I explore through fanon. As I think about it more and more, I'd think that a story told in Medusa's point of view rather than Pit and Palutena's would be a tragedy. She was once the goddess of darkness to the goddess of light - two powers in a cycle equally matched. But eventually, her hubris got to her and she started to abuse her destructive powers. The balance was broken, and it would never be fixed. Now the goddesses were at war with each other, and in an act of retaliation Palutena turned Medusa into her gorgon form. The two's hatred grew and grew until Medusa died.

There's no denying that Medusa's actions were evil, but the fact that Hades never let her soul rest peacefully was also callous. It was not karmic punishment. He just wanted her to be his pawn. With each forced revival Medusa grew weaker and weaker, her mind not quite as able to grasp memories...but it was still her. Her appearance was the mix of Palutena's memories and Pit's - combining her original goddess form and her gorgon form without any of her own agency. To me, even though she acted surprised when Hades took her arm, she still knew that Hades would inevitably kill her once she finally turned against him if she didn't kill him first. Yet she jumped in anyway - she finally found out what was happening to her and she didn't stand for it anymore. When Hades killed her that would probably be the last time she dies ever. But still, her final stand against Hades was one of the many things that caused Pit to win.

[hxney-lemcn]

When You Nerd Out (Biology Edition) — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: the overblots find out you're more of a nerd than they realized...

tw: mentions of bugs (not really but I digress), mentions of arachnids (literally just the name of one lol), mentions of reptiles (idk maybe people are scared of them), mentions of snakes.

a/n: a reptile show is happening soon and I've been looking into so many reptiles/invertebrates/amphibians I had to get this out of my system somehow. What better way then to ramble to fictional characters? (Help me)

wc: 1.2k (~180 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Roseheart

When Riddle first met you, you were downtrodden, having just been thrown into a new world filled with magic and flair that yours didn’t. Your grades weren’t the best (but far from the worst), and you always seemed tired no matter what. So when your eyes lit up when he showed you the flamingo and hedgehog cages/pens he was surprised at the amount of facts that spilled from your lips. From how flamingos get their color to how hedgehogs are carnivores. Or how you could even ramble on about flowers and plants, like how tea garden roses are the most short lived species. From then on, Riddle would come to you for even the smallest of things. Did you want to feed the animals with him? This rose bush is wilting, are there any tips to bring it back? Do you know the meaning behind the colors of roses? No particular reason for that last question…just don’t question the bouquet of white and red roses mixed with baby’s breath that show up on your doorstep the next day.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

It was hard not to notice when you seemed to be on the brink of exploding. How you’d stare at awe in Leona’s presence, as you should. But your eyes would always wander to his ears, teeth, tail, nails. It got to a point that he felt like you were mentally dissecting him. It was his downfall to growl out a short “what”, as you started to pile on questions to the beastman prince. “Are your nails sharper than a humans?”, “How much better can you hear?”, “Does your tail help you balance?” All Leona could do was stare at you with boredom. Who knew his herbivore was a nerd? He supposes he could humor you for a little bit. Press his sharp nails lightly into your skin, a teasing smile as he asks if you’d like a test. Perhaps a nibble to show you how well his canines work? It all goes awry when you start taking interest in other beastmen, who cares about the cheetah or leopard bestmen when you have a lion prince right here?

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

Azul never thought twice about where he’s come from. He’s seen many kinds of merpeople, many kinds of fish or crustaceans or sharks. But he knew land dwellers didn’t have that, which is why he has the giant aquarium in his lounge. He got used to the awed expressions as well, more focused on swindling the poor souls. So when your jaw dropped and how you clearly restrained yourself from running up to the giant aquarium, Azul felt giddy. He could offer you something most couldn’t. He’d watch as you’d point out a fish or ray that you saw and explain how much you loved the color or how magnificent it looked. When you brought up how smart you thought octopi are, it was over. His heart couldn’t take it. You know he was an octopus merperson right? You were basically complimenting him without realizing it. He couldn’t get over how you stared in wonder at the blue ringed octopus that was waving back at you. And oh sevens you were giggling at it? He wasn’t getting jealous over another octopus, no way…

❥ Jamil Viper

Jamil noticed the excited look in your eyes when you learned his last name was Viper, but nothing had happened at the time. It wasn’t until Kalim had you rambling about animals did Jamil realize just how much you seemed to love snakes. How you named your favorite in a heartbeat to how you scrutinized the ones you looked into as pets. It wasn’t until Kalim started to offer to buy you all those snakes and more did he have to step in. Yet Jamil felt flustered when your gaze landed on him, your eyes that had been filled with fondness while rambling about snakes had only seemed to get brighter when looking at him. Reluctantly, Jamil let you drag him to a reptile show, something Kalim had pushed him to do. For his own sanity, Jamil ignored the giant pouch of money Kalim tried to stealthily hand you, instead, focusing on your awed expression at the variety of animals. He couldn’t help but watch the snakes in awe with you, and when you asked him if he wanted to help you set up an enclosure for one…who was he to say no?

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Vil is a busy man. With photo and movie shoots to interviews to taking care of himself, there isn’t much time to stop and smell the roses. But with you, he tries to make time, and it's like a breath of fresh air every time. It was nice to sit outside and bask in the sun (with sunscreen of course) and talk with you. Something had clearly caught your eye when you dropped from the bench to scoop something off the ground. Vil thought he knew you well enough…apparently not. He hadn’t expected to see you shove a rolly polly, pill bug, potato bug, whatever you want to call them into his face…okay maybe he’s exaggerating. You held the little thing far enough away that it wasn’t all too startling. He swore he never saw you so excited about something, or how you rambled that they weren’t bugs, but crustaceans that live on land. The way you gently held the critter to how fondly you looked at the curled up thing made Vil’s heart flutter. You always seemed to find beauty in things most would shudder at. How odd.

❥ Idia Shroud

Idia had no idea how you managed, but you had convinced him to get a plant. You had called it a zz plant, and thought it would be perfect to liven his room up as it didn’t need direct sunlight. He watched the plant as it sat next to a grow light, it needed something since he didn’t have any windows. The dark purple leaves were pretty, you were right. As much as he tried to keep up with watering, he would forget, but Ortho seemed to have it covered. When little leaves started sprouting, Idia felt proud, a weird feeling he wasn’t used to. When you came over and saw how well it was doing you beamed. That stupid fluttery feeling filled him as you praised him, not to mention it mixing with feeling proud. Not a good combo, as now he was thinking of asking you if there’s any other plant you may recommend, just to get you rambling once more about different plants that could thrive in his little cave of a room.

❥ Malleus Draconia

Although Malleus loves to hear your voice, you always seem content to hear him ramble. The way your eyes watched intently, trying to find what he was pointing out on a gargoyle, or how you’d ask questions about the differences of a gargoyle and grotesque. At first, he was concerned when you gasped, had you gotten hurt somehow? Yet he found you excitedly pointing out a house gecko that stood near the gargoyle he was talking about. He watched you in awe as your eyes glittered, and how you were basically jumping up and down. Then you started going on about geckos, reptiles, and all sorts of odd things people keep as pets. The way you basically swooned at the thought of owning a crested gecko or a crocodile skink, Malleus was ready to hand you all the money you needed. He is the best and worst, as he’ll never tell you no and fund your hobby till your heart’s content. Just make sure to pay attention to him too, yeah? Unlike skinks or tarantula’s, he likes your affection. Plus, he’s the best reptile of them all, no? He’d gladly show you his dragon form.

[twistedpink]

Merry Mermay!! Just some mermaid!blorbo head cannons to celebrate the season :>

Anglerfish!Ace that’s clingier than any guy you’ve ever known- if you could get close to guys for reference without him whispering in your ear about cooties :/ It’s not even like he has the right to get that jealous, you’re not dating, but you need to understand that you’re all he’s ever known,, He’s just stuck behind the glass of his aquarium, loyally waiting for you to come home, and praying that you’re alone :( You can regret getting him a phone all you want- it won’t do anything against the daily gaggle of texts he sends, and if it’ll convince you to take a dip in his tank, your pouty face is more than worth it! Isn’t taking a dive worth it for him? He’ll play nice!! (Ignore the tank light he’s swinging. You want him sooooo bad) <3

Shark!Jack’s the gentlest woodchipper possible for his favourite vet, and if you didn’t know already, that’s you! Of course there are some things that he just can’t babyproof- like the rough texture of his tail (that you insist on stroking), or the points of his maw (that he can’t stop nibbling at you with), but it’s the thought that counts!! It’s not his fault you make him feel all dumb and bitey :( There’s a chunk of him missing from the well-oiled machine of his heart when you’re gone, it feels like he’s eating through a small fortune of steak to fill it :/ but it’s the strangest thing,, That melancholy, that need, just disappears when it’s time for you to give him a checkup.. As his doctor, you should know that he needs you by his side. Y’know,, For his health <3

Minnow!Azul’s just the smallest, sweetest thing you ever did see :) He’s spent the better half of his life with you- simply because you are his better half. From the pet store to the comfort of your family pond, you’ve been there for him.. And he can’t help but feel like he has to pay you back :( He knows it’ll be hard as a little fish in a big pond, but you’re worth any risk- especially if you’re willing to get into some fishy business with him <3

Oarfish!Malleus that’s only so isolated because he’s a factual anomaly,, He looks so beautiful under the aquarium lights when you get to visit him, so it’s a HARD sell for you to believe that there’s nobody to hang out with the big guy :( He’s.. Interesting, to say the least. It feels like you’ve watched him push away mer after mer in favour of dragging his face across the glass of his enclosure.. Even with all your research, you can’t figure out why- but, you do know what it feels like being watched, and he’s been practicing his jumps to get an even closer look <3

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

im not sure what it ia, but i LOVE the little remora. i love it i love it i lvoe it

it makes me insane id love to groom ghosts scales, and everyone elses scales. i want to clean soap up, even if he see's poor ol remora as a toy to play with, i just wanna scrub them all up!

(i love this already. i love mer's)

the more shark mer Ghost pushes you away the more you wanna take care of him so so bad <3

you find yourself pouting a lot at Ghost’s surly attitude, darting up and down his big scarred body, as he tries to nap. tries to, but can’t.

it has nothing to do with you. he has these bouts of insomnia. but they make his temper real short.

regardless! you insist he needs to let you groom him. it’s been days. you get twitchy when he makes you skip your daily grooming with him. the rituals. the rituals are intricate.

“i’m trying to rest, you little pest,” he growls. "come back later. or not at all."

you tell him (tartly) that he said that yesterday and the day before.

“i meant it then and i mean it now. go away before i decide to chase you off.”

like he would. he hardly exists during the day as anything but a grumpy seafloor log. you swear you’ve seen bottom-feeders start nibbling on him he’s so inert.

(nibbling on him is your job.)

you settle down on the sand next to him on your stomach. you don't touch him yet, but he's just within reach. you stare at his pale, scarred sharkshin with bright eyes, practically vibrating in place.

he can feel your eyes on him. worse—he can feel the impatient flicking of your tail fin agitating the water as you stare at him. how can such a small creature be so terribly full of want, he wonders. your anxious energy is like too much salt in his gills.

“i will bite you," he warns. “i’m not in the mood.”

rationally, you know he doesn't like to be touched sometimes, no matter how you insist he'll feel better once he's clean. and still your anxious mind won't calm down until you're absolutely sure you've made yourself useful.

you lay your palms on the silt, fingers inching silently closer to him.

he growls, low and dangerous. the one that means he’s run out of patience and is about to make good on his threats.

you jolt and flatten yourself against the sand in instinctive submission. you’re not a threat, see? you’re harmless. you’re basically just a little piece of seaweed, c’mon.

your instant compliance does nothing to calm him. if anything, the sight of your immediate surrender drives him to double down.

he grabs you by the by the nape of your neck and lifts you up to eye level. “i warned you not to touch me.”

your stupid little heart leaps because all his attention is on you now. you want to wrap your hands around his eagerly, want to reach out and touch his chest. but you can only get close enough to skim his chest with your clawtips.

the sensation only makes him tense.

you quickly bring your hands in and wring them, trying to stop being a bother. "please can i—"

he glares down at you, teeth bared. “no,” he snaps. cold, firm, immediate.

but the more he tries to repel you, the more desperately you want to please him. to get back into his good graces. you feel every bit the creature full of anxiety and neuroses he thinks you are--always trying to figure out how to feel useful and stay on the other mers' good side.

he can see that in your eyes—the desperate need to be useful. it’s what he hates most about you. he can't stand how compliant you are at this moment. how desperate. how eager you are to please even after he's been nothing but cruel to you.

he squeezes you. your body thrums nervously in his grip.

“you little parasite. what part of ‘don’t touch me’ is so hard for you to understand?”

all of it. you stare up at him with big, blank eyes.

“you can't get the simplest instructions through your thick skull, can you?"

you shake your head (kind of, best you can) in his grip as a shameless display of agreement. he’s right, you’re stupid. so stupid.

Ghost scowls. eager, willing to degrade yourself at the smallest fucking thing.

"don't tell me you're getting off on this.”

okay! you won’t.

at that, you see the look in his eye shift from anger to something more devious. your response is so quick and willing that he can't help but smirk.

of course. of course you’d comply. no matter how hard he pushes, how cruel he is, you simply ask for worse. you're a little masochist. a nuisance. worse, you’re his nuisance. you insist on being around him, on seeking him out every bloody day.

he tolerates your presence. that's more than anyone else gets. and you take the precious little patience he gives you and wear it threadbare??

he can’t abide that. he can’t let your audacity go unchecked.

"look at you," he hisses. "eager to debase yourself at the first sign of anger. don't you think that's just pathetic?"

you nod enthusiastically.

mindless creature. willing to let him treat you any way he wants if it means attention. pitiful.

"say it," he growls.

you do. you happily tell him you’re pathetic.

“that you are. finally, something sensible out of that pretty mouth.”

you’re wired—fucking blitzed at the mere implication of good girl in his tone.

“and you're my little parasite. mine to do with as i please."

your whole body wants to curl in delight, your tail twisting like an eel in the sand below you as he eases you onto your back.

his eyes rake over you. you are the picture of obedience and submission, all pinned down and ready.

“look at you,” he rasps. “so desperate to please me. you’d do anything i tell you right now, yeah?”

yes. yes. anything.

he leans in and puts his mouth to your ear. "then let me sleep."

then he’s gone.

you lay in the sand in blank, sexually charged confusion.

by the time you slap your tail into the sand to twist yourself up into the water, half-flustered and hot-tempered, you see the ends of Ghost’s chewed-up tailfins disappear into his favorite dark cave.

before you can give chase, the familiar shape of Soap passes overhead, and he's chuckling as he dives down to you.

Soap’s grin widens as he watches your face cycle through frustration, confusion, and irritation.

you can’t believe Ghost would do that to you.

“of course he’d do it,” Soap says. he saw the whole thing.

you bluster and he coos a little teasing sympathy at you, ushering you up into his arms instead. poor wee cuttlefish, he calls you. lays it on thick because he knows you're looking for a place to expend all that pent up energy now.

he whisks you away somewhere more private so you can tend to him instead. groom him all you want. tell him your troubles. maybe let him make good use of your compliant nature. he tells you it’s a good way to make Ghost jealous.

meanwhile, Ghost is finally able to snooze contentedly, dreaming of you, maybe. he does owe you a little thanks for that small catharsis you gave him.

...

more mer au / more Ghost / masterlist tag

[cookie-lore-keeper]

Disabled Cookies

There's a list of LGBTQ+ cookies or implied queer cookies, so, for more representation, why not do a list of disabled cookies? I'm queer and disabled (I go by any pronouns and have weakened magic, which is rare for witches. It's why I only use pre-made spells) I'll try my best to go in alphabetical order.

//This does count mental disorders as well. I am also queer and have depression, ADHD, and CPTSD, so I'm not lying, lol. Also doing what counts as Cookie Disabilites (like Prune Juice not being able to use magic)

Aloe Cookie- Has a prosthetic leg

Baumkuchen Cookie- Has various traumatic injuries and uses bandages and a mask to cover them up. Also uses a wheelchair

Black Raisin Cookie- Is missing an arm and uses a prosthetic

(Director) Croissant Cookie -Missing an arm and uses a prosthetic

Cyborg Cookie - Was in an accident and uses a prosthetic everything

Dark Choco Cookie- Is missing an eye, has very bad Eyesight, and has PTSD

Fettuccine Cookie- Literally had their soul nibbled away and is semi-mute, preferring to make little "Wooos!" instead. Could possibly also be intellectually disabled

Half-Avocado Cookie- Handicapped and missing an arm. Uses a robot prosthetic

Matcha Cookie - Has some kind of intellectual disability

Pitaya Dragon Cookie- Missing a part of their tail

Prune Juice Cookie- Most cookies have the ability to do magic (even if they don't use it) but Prune Juice doesn't have that ability (twinsies! Though, his is to a much greater extent). Also, some people theorize that he could be autistic

Pure Vanilla Cookie- Visually impaired and its implied he uses his staff to help him see

Red Velvet Cookie- Missing an arm and uses a cake prosthetic

Sorbet Shark Cookie- Semi Mute and can only speak in their Shark form

Squid Ink Cookie- Amnesia

Strawberry Crepe Cookie- Can be read as autistic (not good at reading social cues, doesn't like talking to other cookies unless it involves their special interest, special interest is probably Wafflebots and the ingredients of other cookies, has trouble socializing with kids their age, etc)

Tarte Tatin Cookie- Missing an eye and wears an eyepatch to cover it

Timekeeper Cookie - Heavily implied to be missing an eye

Twizzly Gummy Cookie- Missing an eye and uses an eyepatch to cover it up. Also, with her whole attention and hyperactive thing, she could have ADHD A

Werewolf Cookie- Has a depressive disorder and shows PTSD symptoms. Also self isolates a lot :(. Being a Werewolf could also be considered a disorder, as he has to constantly regulate his emotions as not to became a Werewolf, and he has no control over his transformation during the Ful Moon

White Lily Cookie- Displays PTSD and depression symptoms (also is literally half of a soul. Someone pointed out that her two personalities could also be something akin to DID)