#something something nicknames and the reason they’re chosen

[magicicephoenix]

Choice - The Ink Demonth 2023 (#4)

What do you think, Doc? Should I do it? Or is he worthy of being saved?

(or: a decision DW!Bendy can’t quite bring himself to regret)

[makethemhoesmad]

shit you sippin

this took days off of my life to write but at least it’s over 1k words(for the first time ever)

@bueckersstrap was the chosen one

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some people go to the club for fun. some people go to the club for sex. i needed to forget. get so drunk i didn’t have to think about my piece of shit ex boyfriend and the bitch i walked in on him fucking. i don’t know how many i’d had at this point, but i did know that i was grasped by the hips by an attractive blonde that i thought i knew but couldn’t figure out from where.

“you here for any reason tonight,” she shouts over the music.

“y-yeah i walked in on my boyfriend fucking some other girl,” i say. i try to keep the tremor out

of my voice, staying cool and collected, for the most part. i cock my at her, grinning. she takes my chin into her palm and tilts it up, making me look right into her eyes. my god, her eyes are driving me wild.

“you into girls, baby?”

i shudder at the nickname. collecting myself, i run a finger down her arm while stating, “never thought about it till now, but i just might be.”

“cmon,” she says, tugging my arm. “i’m taking you home with me, baby that alright with you?”

i stare in shock, nodding open-mouthed. she must’ve drank much less than i had, because she leads me out to what i can only guess to be her own car, and after opening the passenger door and helping me inside, she seems to be clear-headed enough to drive.

as she pulls out of the parking lot, i look over and realize who’s car i’m in, and why i recognized her face.

“wait! you’re paige bueckers,” i say, my words slurring together slightly.

“that’s right, baby. basketball fan?” 

i almost can’t answer her, all my remaining focus zoned in on her hand that is now resting on my thigh.

“mhmm,” i mumble. she rubs her thumb in slow circles on the inside of my leg. i let my head thump back against the car seat and close my eyes, only to open them a moment later when the car stops.

paige rushes out of her door to open mine, and i nearly fall flat on the ground when i climb out of the car. she pulls me into her, wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me. i zone out at the action, then trip over a doorframe and realize i’m in her bedroom.

“hey, baby, listen,” she says, sitting me on the bed and rummaging in her closet for something

“you’re, like, really drunk right now, but i really don’t wanna kick you out because i like you. so how ‘bout you put this t-shirt on and we talk about it in the morning?”

i nod, then reach back to try and unzip my dress. i can’t do it. could barely zip it up sober, so there’s no chance i can undo it in my inebriated state. i look up at paige with a pout, hoping that she’ll take pity on me. 

she unzips the dress, then helps me put on the t-shirt she gave me. she sheds her shorts and top, leaving her clad in only a bra and boxers. 

“god, fucking athletes,” i mutter, shamelessly raking my eyes down her body.

“what was that,” she asks, smirking. i turn red and she pulls me onto the bed with her, tucking us both under the covers. i curl my body into her, hiding my face in her chest.

“ ‘s nothing,” i say, the words muffled. she strokes a hand down my back and i whine gratefully, falling asleep almost instantly.

~

i wake up confused, sore, and with a boiling headache. i try to roll over, but find that i’m pinned under someone that, instead of smelling of beer and cheap cologne, smells like mint and aloe. shockingly, despite my headache i have a fairly decent recollection of last night’s events. as i’m realizing this, a few things happen. first, i realize exactly who’s bed i’m in and immediately try to free myself from her grasp out of pure embarrassment. second, the strong arms grasping me pull me down closer into the person they’re attached to. finally, said person nuzzles her nose into my neck, and says,

“how are you even prettier now?”

i push my face into the mattress

“ugh, liar. my fucking head, it hurts so bad. like, so, so bad,” i complain. she tries and fails to stifle her laugh.

“hey ma, i’m not sure if you’ve heard this, but i’ve been told head fixes headaches?” i blush, then realize she isn’t kidding when she pulls the covers off of us. she nestles her face in between my thighs, lifting her chin up to yank my panties down. 

“you okay, baby,” she questions, waiting for approval. i nod weakly, and she dives in, licking a stripe against my pussy.

“oh fuck,” i moan, my fingers curling around the bedsheets. she flicks her tongue at my entrance, causing my eyes to roll back. when she takes my clit into her lips, it’s all i can do to not release right then and there. 

“so good, so perfect,” she breathes while laying sloppy open mouthed kisses on my cunt. i fight to stay alert, but every bone in me wants to sink into oblivion, and when her moan vibrates my core, i do just that. i climax on her tongue, with her name on my lips, and if you had asked me my own damn name in that moment, i probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you. 

“how’s that head feeling, ma?” she asks. i look at her in dead shock.

“fucking gone, babe, how can i get you back? i’ve never, like, done it with girls before.”

she grins wickedly. 

“oh, baby i’ve got an idea.”

~

paige’s idea, it turns out, resulted in us not leaving her bedroom until 2 in the afternoon. when i finally checked my phone, i discovered not one, not two, but three missed calls from my now-ex boyfriend, and about a million texts telling me how sorry he was. i show paige, and she just about growls in frustration.

“lemme call him back,” she protests. i shake my head, turning to face her and letting her capture my lips into a kiss.

“pleease,” she whines against my lips. 

“fine.”

she opens my phone and pulls up the contact now only labeled with a gravestone emoji, and clicks the facetime. he answers almost immediately, to paige showing off our current position on her couch, under a blanket with me tucked into her side.

“stop textin her, bro. she’s mine now.”

he shouts profanities through the phone, but is aggressively cut off by paige kissing the top

of my head and saying, loud enough for him to hear, “it’s okay baby, now you can be with someone that can actually make you cum.”

he doesn’t like that, but i couldn’t care less.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Sweet Like Sugar (Tattoo Artist!Geto x Black!Bimbo!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which Geto gets paid a pleasant surprise at his tattoo shop when his favorite, cute little bimbo client comes to visit one night on his birthday to cover her ex's tattoo.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Geto; sub!Reader; Bimbo!Reader; Reader is Black & Fem; Sexual Tension; Stripping; Oral; Deepthroat; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Fucking Standing Up; One Leg Up; Cowgirl); Body Worship; Dick Piercing; Mild Pain Kink; Unprotected PIV; Cum on Ass

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very happy birthday to my BABYYYYY!! I wrote this as a quick something to celebrate the special day & because tattoo artist!Geto has been burning a hole in my head AND my p*ssy. Enjoy! -Jazz

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It’s his birthday and he’s working late. 

Not that he would’ve chosen differently. Geto doesn’t mind working late. Anything he can do to increase the popularity of his beloved tattoo shop, he’ll do it. He’s had this shop for over six years now ever since he graduated from art school and claims it as the reason for his career. Plus, celebrity popularity. 

Ever since he tattooed Rihanna on one of her world tours, he’s tattooed many other popular figures in music which gained him more traction. He can’t be happier with the booming business, even when it is on his birthday. He’s never been the type to make a big deal about the day he was born, so working on inking up people’s bodies and scheduling appointments never bothered him. It does, however, bother Gojo. 

“C’mooon, Sugu,” he whines, using the nickname he’s called Geto since high school. “You’ve been in this sad little shop since 8 in the morning! Let’s go out for drinks. It’s your birthday, after all.” 

Geto, currently bent over his station cleaning off his ink needles and machinery in time for the next appointment at 8 PM (the shop closes at 9, but he lets the guy squeeze since it means more money), rolls his eyes. “7, actually,” he says. “And you know that the bars are packed tonight, Satoru. It’s Saturday. We can go during the week though.” 

Gojo whines again as he shrugs on his coat and pops on his glasses that Geto thinks make him look like one of the three blind mice. “You’re so boring,” he sighs. “Why do I hang out with you?” 

Shoko exits her post at the front desk, putting on her leather trench to hide one of her arms roped in ink. “Because he gave you a job out of college and lets you smoke weed on your breaks,” she mumbles as she pops an unlit cigarette into her mouth. Gojo glares at her while Geto laughs. He gave Gojo a job as a tattooer, along with Shoko (who is also the receptionist), because of how good their skills are. However, he would do it anyway because of their work ethic and the fact that they’re such good friends. 

“I’ll go with you ‘cause I need a drink,” Shoko huffs as she shimmies between the tattoo stations to the front door.” “We’ll drink in honor of you, Sugu.” Before she leaves, she bends over and pecks Geto on the cheek, leaving a ring of red lipgloss. “Happy birthday,” she chuckles. 

“Thanks,” he chuckles, wiping off her lipstick stain. “Have fun.” Shoko heads out into the chilly night, holding the door so Gojo can hurry up and join her outside. His blue-eyed friend stops and pats Geto on the shoulder, nearly knocking Geto’s cleaning rag and his ink machine out of his hands. “Don’t stay too long, alright? You need to sleep.” 

He gives Geto a serious look as he says this. It’s no secret that his friends think that Geto overworks himself to the point of exhaustion, but when you’re a business owner, you have to make sacrifices. “Satoru, my appointment is only askin’ for an outline,” he chuckles. “Those only take me twenty to thirty minutes, tops. But I appreciate your concern.” He puts a hand on Geto’s, giving him a smile. “As soon as I’m done, I’ll hop on my motorcycle and head out of here, okay?” 

Gojo nods, looking satisfied with that. “And let us know if a hot girl comes in,” he says with a smirk. “Maybe even that sweetheart you’ve got your head in a tizzy over.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at Geto who rolls his eyes, but his body tingles at the mention of you, the “sweetheart” in question. 

“Not head’s not in a tizzy,” he scoffs, standing up from his leather seat to get a drink, but mostly to escape his friend’s teasing. “Whatever the fuck that means. And she hasn’t been here in over two weeks.” Gojo watches Geto’s muscular back as he walks away, the dragon tatted on his back flexing along with his muscles. “You miiiiiss her,” he teasingly sings. 

Geto cuts his eyes sharply at his friend, about to tell him off, but Shoko peeks her head through the front door. “Cut it out,” she criticizes Gojo. “Now let’s go before we can’t find a seat.” She nods at Geto with a smile, giving him a wink. “Take it easy, Suguru.” Geto hums in agreement and waves as he moves behind the front desk to their mini fridge. 

“Remember what I said!” Geto calls as he heads out the door. “Let me know if she comes! I want details!” Then he’s off with Shoko into the city, leaving Geto alone in his shop. “Lock the door on your way out!” Geto calls, but they leave before his order reaches them. Sighing, he takes an ice-cold water bottle out of the fridge and takes a gulp of it before walking over to lock the door. 

Though he loves his friends, he was counting on them leaving tonight since they’re heavy drinkers and Gojo is a partier. It gives him time to be alone with his thoughts and, though he will never admit it, he is hoping to see you tonight. He’s been staying late for just that reason, making the excuse to ink people for later appointments, count cash, and clean up shop. He’s been hoping one day that you’d pop up on his schedule or that you’d call so he can hear your sweet, sexy voice, but to his utter disappointment, you haven’t. 

Ever since you entered his shop a month ago to get your belly button pierced, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind. It was a chilly but sunny day when he met you and he had just returned from lunch to get started with his next appointment. Gojo and Choso, one of his other skilled yet young tattooers, were working that day. Geto had walked in, positively pissed, in his wool trench after parking, locking, and hopping off of his motorcycle. 

The bell above the door rang as he stomped in wearing his boots, wanting to stomp someone. “You won’t believe this shit,” he scoffed to no one in particular but knew that his coworkers would listen. “I almost ran over this guy’s dog who ran out into the street without a leash. The dude tried to blame me for it even though he’s an irresponsible dog owner! Then, the idiot was threatening to sue for…” 

He immediately stopped complaining the moment he got a look at you checking in at the front desk along with your friend. 

You turned around at the same time as his coworkers when he stomped through the door, giving him an eyeful of your pretty, brown skin and eyes highlighted by the pink you wore: a pink trench with flurry sleeves and neckline; a pink cropped sweater that exposed your tummy and juicy cleavage held up by your push-up bra; pink nails he wanted to feel wrapped around him; juicy, glossy, pink lips that chewed on some strawberry mint gum he could smell from the door. 

The only things that weren’t pink on you were the black boots that didn’t make him any taller than you and your hip-hugging, low-waist jeans that flared out at the bottom of your ankles and hugged your waist and thighs something wicked. Geto was silenced, his heart thundering in his ears and blood immediately rushing to his cock. He was disgusted at that, but he couldn’t help it! It was like you stepped out of a man’s wettest dream. You were the perfect mix of adorable and sexy. 

Shoko smirked at Gojo from across the room before clearing her throat to fill the awkward silence. “Your 3 PM is here, Geto,” she announced. You gave him a big, blinding, warm smile and he wore he nearly popped a nosebleed. “Hi!” you greeted him. “That’s me! I booked it online on your website.” 

Realizing he looked like an idiot just standing there, Geto quickly recovered and cleared his throat, ignoring Gojo’s soft sniggers. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yes, my 3 o’clock. I’m Suguru.” He stuck out his hand to you which you took, your hand so much smaller and softer than his. “I’m Y/N,” you said in that sweet voice. “This is my friend. She introduced me to your shop ‘cause Ariana Grande got her tattoo done here.” 

“Oh, yeah, Ms. Grande!” he chuckled. He had to take a moment to think about that because his brain was too busy focusing on how good you smelled and your pretty smile. “Yeah, she was very nice. Are you here for some ink? I don’t think you said anything about what you wanted for your appointment.” 

You giggled, sheepishly so. “You guys do piercings, right?” you asked, blinking those big, doe-like eyes and doll-like lashes up at him. He nodded, afraid to speak. “I was hoping if maybe I could get a belly button ring. A pink one, please! Or one shaped like a heart!” 

Your friend nudged you the wider and more excited your gorgeous eyes got. “Y/N,” she whined. “Don’t be so pushy.” But Geto chortled to himself, thinking it was adorable. “It’s cool,” he chuckled. “Well, follow me to my station and I can show you what we have.” 

While your friend waited in the waiting area where snacks and drinks sat, you followed Geto to his workstation where a stool for himself, a retractable chair for his clients, and a large mirror plastered against the wall sat. He presented you with a glass case of rings to choose from, each one becoming more expensive due to the kind of metal used and whether the diamond in it is real. “Oooh, I’ll take this one!” you cooed, pointing at the fuschia pink diamond stud with a butterfly charm hanging off of it. “It’s so pretty!” Geto smirked, knowing that you’d pick that. “Lemme just sit up real quick,” he told you and you nodded before shedding your coat. 

When you did, he watched as you bent over to toss the coat over your chair, getting an eyeful of your back and your ass in your jeans. He has never had a client make it so hard to work before. His cock practically became his head, throbbing intensely. He tried to distract himself by putting on his latex clothes and cleaning the piercing needle. Once done, he took out the earring and dangled it in front of you. “You like pink?” he asked, smirking. 

You gave him a sheepish, shy smile. “Is it that obvious?” you giggled. “I just love the color. I think it makes me look cuter.” He didn’t tell you that he agreed. You then began to look around the store aimlessly, gaping at the sketches hanging up behind him. “Wow, did you draw that?” you gasped, pointing at a blue dragon emerging from a bed of water lilies. “That’s sooo beautiful! You design your own stuff?” 

He nodded, flushing at the compliment. “Thank you, and yes, I do. I’m a tattoo artist who just so happens to own their own shop.” He patted the chair, giving you a warm, comforting smile. “Go ahead and get comfortable. Lie back for me.” You did so, sitting down and lying back against the leather cushion, but you looked tense. “How long have you owned your shop for?” you asked. “That’s gotta be hard. I’m going to college now, so I know how it feels to be so overwhelmed. Classes are cool. I hate math classes though. I mean, what do we need to learn calculus for? It’s pointless! I wanna be a teacher, not…” 

You stopped, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I talk a lot when I’m nervous.” He raised an eyebrow at you as he set out some anti-bacterial wipes and soothing cream. “Nervous?” he asked. “I can see you’ve gotten piercings before though.” He nodded at your ears and diamond nose ring. 

“Yeah, but those weren’t for my body!” you argued. “But then again, I do wanna get my nipples done too, so I guess I’ll have to get used to needles.” 

Geto didn’t tell you how much the idea of you having nipple rings turned him on. Maybe they would be pink too. “I have tattoos too,” you added. He once again quirked an eyebrow at you, happy to get to know you more to ease your nerves…and also because he was so intrigued by you. “Do you now?” he prompted, curious. “Lemme see.” 

You first showed him one––a tiny purple butterfly on your right arm. “I got this one two years ago for my birthday,” you explained. You then rolled down your pants slightly, making Geto blush and think very naughty thoughts, to show him the name inked on your left thigh. “And this one is my boyfriend’s name.” You stated this so proudly. 

Geto tried not to wither at the fact that you were taken. Of course, you would be! You were too damn cute to not be with someone. “Boyfriend, huh?” he asked. “How’d you meet him?” He hated how bitter he sounded, but you didn’t seem to notice. “We go to the same school together. Funny enough, he was my weed plug and he asked me out. We’ve been together for two years now.” 

You gave him a crooked smirk as you pulled your pants back up. “I know it’s silly,” you sighed. “That’s what my friend said: to get a guy’s name tattooed on your body.” Geto felt a pang of guilt because he was thinking it. “I didn’t say that,” he protested. “You’d be surprised how many people come in here wantin’ their significant other’s name tatted on them.” 

“Well, there’s the whole logic behind it that if you break up, you’ll have their name on you forever!” you stated. “But I know that’s not gonna happen. We’re doing great and he’s got my name tatted on him in the same spot!” you sounded so certain that Geto couldn’t dare argue. 

“I’m happy to hear that,” he said, giving you a smile before fetching an alcohol swap. “I’m just gonna clean your belly button first and then you’ll feel a pinch. There will be blood, but not a lot.” 

You nodded and braced yourself by squeezing the chair before he began to wipe at your belly button. “That tickles!” you laughed, endearing, hysterical giggles leaving your mouth as Geto did his thing. He smiled, loving the sound. He wanted to make you laugh always. Once done, he took the needle and gave you a soothing smile. “So tell me what you go to school for.” 

You were happy to tell him and he found that the more he talked to you, the less tense and nervous you were. You talked the whole time he took the needle and pierced your belly button, trying not to laugh at your squeal of pain. You were just the sweetest thing ever. He also found that the more he talked to you, the more he wanted to know you. Once finished and your stomach was clean, you admired your piercing in the mirror. “Thank you so, so much, Suguru!” you squealed. “It’s so, so cute!” 

Geto watched you shake your hips in the mirror, agreeing that the tiny charm looked so damn cute hanging from your belly. He tried not to stare too much, instead, spraying and sanitizing the chair for the next client. “Do you have an IG that I can tag you in?” you asked, taking out your phone with a Hello Kitty case. God, how cuter could you possibly get?! He just wanted to scoop you up and put you in his pocket! 

“Yeah, and I’ll give it to you when I ring you up,” he stated, loving how sweet you were. Once he finished cleaning up and giving you the solution to clean your piercing with, he walked you to the front desk to pay and totaled it, telling you something completely lower than the actual price. “Oh…but that’s not the price on your website,” you stated, confused. 

“I know,” he chuckled, looking down at you adoringly. “A college girl like you needs to save.” Realization flickered in your eyes. “That’s so sweet!” you cooed and, after you finished paying, surprised him by putting $20 in the tip jar. “For doing such a good job on me,” you giggled. “I’ll make sure I visit here again for a tattoo.” 

Geto shared your smile, feeling his heart thud at the thought of you coming back. He wanted you to come back. “I look forward to it, Y/N,” he said, not realizing how deep and sultry your voice sounded. But you did and your friend had to come get you because your legs suddenly forgot how to function. You looked back at him over your shoulder before you finally left, making Geto wonder if he’d see you again. Gojo was more than excited to be nosey and leaned against the front desk while Geto counted change. “What?” he grumbled, not even looking up. 

“Dude, you should’ve copped that,” Gojo sighed. “I would’ve definitely slid that cutie my digits.” 

Geto glared at him as he dropped the coins in the register. “She said she has a boyfriend, in case you’re hard at hearing,” he pointedly said. 

Gojo clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “That don’t matter! You could’ve given her your card for…business purposes.” He smirked suggestively, ever the perv.  “Why would I need to do that if she has my IG?” Geto scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Da fuck I look like givin’ this girl my card with my number on it? She would’ve thought I was trying to pick her up. And besides, she’s probably not even gonna show up again.” 

But you did. You showed up the whole month of January to pick up new solution or to get a cleanup on your butterfly tattoo. Geto always took you and if he wasn’t there to do so, you came back when he was on his shifts which made his heart flutter. You learned more about him and he about you during all of your sessions which became his favorites. You had become his favorite client because of how sweet you were to everyone. Your personality and presence seemed to brighten his shop a little more. He looked forward to the days you’d come in. 

Until suddenly, you stopped. He hasn’t seen you in over a week and though he had your number in the system, he refused to call you. He didn’t want to overstep boundaries, so he just left it be, but he can’t deny that his heart aches every time the bell above the door rings and you’re not standing there. 

After fifteen minutes of cleaning up and humming to the music blasting from his phone, it begins to drizzle outside which means that his appointment may be cancelled. Many clients cancel or don’t show up when the weather is nasty. No more than five minutes later, he gets a call on the shop’s phone which goes right to voicemail. “Hi there!” his appointment, an older man, says. “This message is for Geto Suguru. I apologize, but I have to cancel because of my work hours. I’ll reschedule for an opening next week. Have a good night!” 

“Shit,” Geto cusses, not happy to have wasted his time, but also glad that he’ll be able to go home early and chill on a rainy night. So he busies himself with putting up the closed sign on the door before taking a Clorox wipe and wiping down the front desk. With his back to the door, he hears the bell make its tinkling sound behind him. 

“Hey, sorry, but we’re closed,” he announces without looking behind him. “Oh, sorry!” your sweet, familiar voice says. “I wanted to…” Geto immediately stops cleaning to turn to face you. You stand there frozen with an umbrella dripping in water and wearing a cropped pink tracksuit and matching pants bedazzled with your name on them. You both stare at each other for a minute, completely silent and transfixed, before you manage to smile at him. “Hi,” you greet him. 

God, how he’s missed that smile. “Hi,” he parrots, still in awe. “What brings you here tonight, stranger?” 

Your smile grows wider, a little brighter than before but still slightly…off. You don’t have that light to them. “I had come to get something, but I can come back. I thought y’all closed at 10 PM.” 

“We do,” Geto replies, already putting away the cleaning products, “but my client cancelled, so I was gonna shut down shop early…but I can still take you depending on what you need.” You look relieved at that and he wants to know why. “Thank you, Suguru,” you sigh. “I’m so sorry to interrupt your night.” 

“Nonsense,” he chuckles, walking you over to his work station. “My night was gettin’ boring anyway, so I’m glad you walked in. Hop up.” He pats the seat to which you hop up on, your legs dangling from the seat. The sound of SZA swells around the shop, filling the silence. Usually, you’re so chipper and singing along to the tunes, but tonight, you’re completely quiet. 

“So I’ve got ask,” Geto says, giving you a warm smile. “Where have you been at all this time? I haven’t seen you around the shop lately.” He begins to take the cleaning products for piercings and tattoos out to make it the conversation seem casual, but in reality, he is dying to know where you disappeared to. You shrug, looking everywhere but at him. “Just dealin’ with classes, you know,” you answer softly. “Exams, tests, papers…” He nodded understandably and rolled towards you on his stool. “So what are you lookin’ for tonight?” he asks. 

And he doesn’t know what in that question gets to you, but you immediately burst into tears. A sob-like exhale breaks through that chest and sobs begin to escape those pretty lips as you weep into your hands. Geto is taken aback, not sure what to do. “Uh…did I say something wrong?” he asks. 

You vigorously shake your head, your cheeks now coated in tears. “No, no,” you sniffle. "I’m so sorry, Suguru. I just…” You sigh, shaking your head. “My boyfriend broke up with me,” you confess. “The one whose name I got tattooed on my fucking thigh! TMI, but I caught him fucking another girl in his dorm when I went over to celebrate his birthday with a cake I made.” 

Geto crumbles at the sight of you looking so low; so down; so insecure. He hates seeing you like that and he hates that your bitch ass ex caused this. “I came to get his name covered,” you admit. “Maybe with a flower or another butterfly. Something pretty to cover this ugliness. I’m sorry to spring this on you so late, but–“ 

You abruptly stop because Geto is looking at you in a way that he has never looked at a client. His gaze his hooded but fierce and serious, one of his hands gripping the chair arm and nearly brushing against your arm. “You don’t have to be sorry about a thing, Y/N,” he says in a gentle, sweet voice that soothes you and makes you feel safe. “I’d be happy to do this for you. And if it’s any consolation, a girl as sweet as you deserves much more than someone that hurts you.” 

You stare at him for a moment, your eyes big and glassy from crying. He gives you a smile that you mirror, flashing him something he has been aching to see. “And plus, my birthday couldn’t get more exciting,” he chuckles. At this, you gasp. “It’s your birthday?” you coo. “Oh, that makes me feel even worse!” 

Geto laughs, patting your hand comfortingly, ignoring the sparks that fly as he does. “It’s cool, really. I don’t celebrate my birthday like that.” He goes to roll away so he can get some designs for you, but you stop him by placing a hand on his arm. He turns, finding you staring him down with an unreadable, hot expression. “Well…is there any way I can repay you?” you ask, but there is a purr to it. It is soft and low, but Geto hears it. And suddenly, he feels as if you aren’t just here for the ink. 

The air shifts to something less than professional and friendly. Though Geto should ignore it, he doesn’t, too distracted by your lips and thick thighs in those track pants. “Well, what did you have in mind?” he asks, his voice dipping an octave. To you, it sounds like dripping honey and makes you feel a way that your ex never did. 

You suddenly slip off of the chair and stand in front of him while he sits. He wheels closer to you so you stand between his thick, muscular thighs in his jeans, looking up into your eyes. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” you say, your tone sultry and sweet. "I don’t want you to think you’re rebound ‘cause you’re not. I’ve always liked you, Suguru, but I didn’t want to ruin things with my ex...but now that we’re done, I’d like to take our relationship somewhere else.” You give him a shy smile that nearly makes him bust. “If you’re down for it,” you add, batting those pretty lashes at him. 

Seconds later, his control flying out the fucking window, Geto finds himself snatching you down to kiss him, causing you to fall into his lap. He swallows your surprised mewls and soft moans as he kissed your lips, making his sticky with your gloss. He gives you those moans right back, desperate and yearning, as you straddle him. He can feel how warm you are the more he kisses and touches you, especially between your thighs. You grind against his crotch as your hands stroke up his chest and his squeeze and mold the thick, soft globes of your ass in your tracksuit pants. 

“Finally,” he murmurs through your kiss. “I’ve been wanting you…wanting you for so fuckin’ long.” One hand trails up your back to caress your spine while the other rests on your ass, coaxing you to continue to grind your hips into him. “Me too,” you whimper as he nipples gently on your plump, pillowy-soft bottom lip. “I have too.” 

He smiles through the kiss, happy to know that you’ve been aching for him even when you were with someone already. This is insane! He was so sure he would go home after locking up the shop, take a ride on his motorcycle, and smoke a blunt to end the night off. He doesn’t expect anything that happens tonight to go the way that it does. 

He doesn’t expect to find himself stripping for you while you strip for him, laughing as you help each other with your clothes and steal hot, breathless kisses in between. He snatches down the zipper to your tracksuit while you snatch down your pants, leaving you in just your pink Hello Kitty bra and panties. He laughs at your undies, making you smack his arm. “I think they’re cute,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You strip off his baggy, black sweatshirt while he takes off his tank top underneath, revealing his toned body and tatted arms to you. He never likes to brag about himself, but the way you’re looking at him like he’s a long-haired Adonis makes him want to. 

“You’re so, so pretty, Sugu,” you mewl, dragging your long, pink, pretty nails across his skin. You run your hands over every part of him: his arms; his hips; his chest and pecs; his toned stomach that leads down to his V-line smooth with skin and inked with a lipstick mark. You giggle at the tattoo, running your thumb over it. “It ain’t someone’s lips in particular,” he explains, shivering at your touch. “But I wouldn’t mind if they were yours.” 

“I’d hope you wouldn’t,” you purr before bending down to press your lips to the tattoo, leaving a stain of your gloss there. He returns the same action when he takes down your bra straps to expose your pretty titties and hard, tight, brown nipples to him that he pepper in kisses and suckles that make you moan and toss your head back. 

He doesn't expect you to bend over the chair for him when he demands it: “Bend over for me,” he says in his deep, smooth voice that makes you shiver. You look back at him, presenting your ass to him to take for himself. Geto feels like a wild animal the way he moves your panties down to your knees and stuffs his face in your pussy. His hands mold and smack your ass, loving the way it jiggles and how you gasp every single time his hand comes down to hit one of your jiggly, soft asscheeks. 

He doesn’t expect his lips and tongue to be in your pussy, licking, sucking, and lapping up your juices which you allow by pressing your ass further into him. “Fuck, Sugu!” you moan, moving one arm back to run your fingers through his long, black locks. “You’re so, so good at this!” You make sounds and move in a way that makes him feel as if your ex hasn’t been treating you right. 

He wants to make up for all of it, so he continues to lap at your sweet, pretty little cunt and moan as he does it, drunk off of the taste of you. He’s drunk in love with the way your skin contrasts with his, wanting to see his cum dripping down it; the way your sobs and whines of pleasure bounce off of the walls; the way your nails massaging his scalp as you grip his hair; the way your ass and hips whine and grind into his mouth like a little slut in heat. 

“You’re so good to me, mama,” he murmurs against your clit. “So sweet…like sugar.” You whimper at his words, sneaking your hand down to rub your clit while he tongue-fucks you against the leather chair. 

He doesn’t expect to switch with you and have his long, thick cock wrapped in your soft lips, your tongue lapping at the pre-cum bubbling from the head. He loves the way you ogle his dick once you get his pants off, letting the appendage spring to life. He is thick, veiny, girthy, and has a stud piercing in the bulbous head that makes him blush.

"Aw, baby!" you coo happily, gently poking at the studded earring. "You have a dick piercing! That's so fucking hot." You settle on your knees, naked, your pretty eyes and doll-like lashes staring up at him while you stroke and gag on his cock like it’s your profession.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, tossing his head back at the sensations. He wants so desperately to keep looking at you, but the sight and the feeling is almost too much. 

Your mouth is just so wet and your throat is so tight. When you release him, your mouth and lips are coated in spit and pre-cum, your lash line slightly glittering in tears. “You taste so good, Sugu,” you moan, biting your lower lip as you watch your hand stroke his wet cock up and down. He’s just as hypnotized, loving how your nails look wrapped around his thick, veiny dick. 

“Am I doin’ a good job?” you teasingly ask. “Am I makin’ you feel good?” You dip back down to take him deeper down your throat, gagging and choking along his length. Geto grunts, one hand gripping your hair while the other digs into the leather cushion beneath him. “God, yes!” he moans. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, sugar. Such a good girl for me.” 

You giggle, drunk off of him, and continue to eagerly take him, your soft lips sliding along his shaft as your mouth goes up and down, up and down, giving him throat like he has never experienced in his life…and in his place of business, no less! 

And he certainly doesn’t expect you to be bent over the chair again and him behind you, his hands on your ass and his cock sliding inside of you. Of course, he pauses to ask if this is still okay and that you can say no at any time. But you look back at him with a giddy smile and a need in your eyes that almost makes him cum. “I want this, Sugu,” you softly say, your hand pressing against his stomach just to feel him up. “Please fuck me.” 

And when you toss that ass back into him, he just about loses it. He grips your hips and begins slowly rocking his hips into your wet heat, letting you get used to the feeling. He pays attention to your sounds and the way your body moves, your knees wobbly and body shaking. “You okay?” he asks, comfortingly stroking your back. You nod, panting heavily as his cock internally strokes your clit as it slides in and out of you. “You’re bigger than my ex, is all,” you shakily say. “But I can take it.” 

Geto doesn’t tell you how happy that makes him. It gives him the chance to really fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. “You’re so tight for me, sugar,” he moans, continuing to give himself to you nice and slow. “So wet too. You must be feening for this dick, aren’t you?” He takes you by the back of the neck and angles himself in a way that makes your moans grow louder when he fucks you. 

“Faster, Sugu!” you beg. “Please fuck this pussy faster! Harder!” He can’t deny the way his cock swells and twitches inside you at the sound of your pleas. 

He grabs your hips and gives you exactly what you want, fucking you so roughly that your knees begin to buckle and your moans echo with the music playing on his phone. His own sounds of pleasure mingle with yours, mixing with the sound of his cock lewdly swirling in your squelching, wet pussy that grips him tighter than a vice. “Take it,” he demands. “Take it like a good girl. You wanted this shit, right?” 

He smacks your ass in time with his thrusts, causing sharp sounds of his hand connecting with your cheeks and your moans to bounce off of the shop’s walls. Your ass is just too perfect and he can't get enough of the way it bounces and jiggles so enticingly against his stomach as he drills you. He wouldn’t mind seeing his name tatted on one of your delectable cheeks or as a tramp stamp across your lower back or even on your thigh. He sees you now as his own. You are his. 

“That feel good, hm?” he teasingly asks, continue to hold your neck as he pistons into you. “You like that, sugar? Y’know, this pussy is almost sweeter than you.” He pauses and slowly holds your leg up, waiting for your consent to continue. You nod, pushing back into him as if you can’t get enough of his cock. 

For a while, he fucks you just like that with one hand holding your leg up and the other gripping your neck, holding you steady as he strokes that G-spot again and again, his heavy balls hitting that clit and making you tingle all over. But he doesn’t just fuck you from behind. He does it in any way you want and are comfortable with doing. 

He turns you around, picks you up, and fucks you stand up, you dangling from his waist. You just about scream and sob with pleasure as his cock pounds into you like a jackhammer, your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala bear. “F-Fuck, Sugu!” you babble into his neck and hair. “Oh, my God, you’re so fuckin’ good!” He pulls you away to stare at the pleasure in your eyes and then kiss you, moaning hotly into your mouth. It only makes him fuck you harder, making you bounce against his cock. 

When you finally cum is when he lies on his back on the floor and has you ride him. You do so with vigor and eagerness, bouncing up and down on his dick like the cutest little rabbit. He lies under you, his big hands gripping your hips and ass as you do your thing. “God, baby,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me cum soon.” 

He can feel his balls tightening and that knot in his stomach threatening to snap the more your pussy slams down onto him and the more those precious titties jiggle and bounce in front of him. “Cum with me, Sugu!” you beg in that sweet voice, your nails digging into his pecs. “Give it to me please! I’m so close!” Ever the vixen, you randomly slow down and begin to giggle like a damn villain when Geto groans at the edging, your wet walls just too much to not fuck up into. 

And that’s what he does. He takes a hold of you and grips you to him before slamming himself up into you again and again, his moans and grunts of pleasure mixing with yours as your mixed juices drip down his balls, making your cunt wet enough to fuck with vigor. “Cum with me,” he demands as you whine into his ear, his cock too much. “Cum on this dick, baby. Do it! Give it to me!” 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight enough where he can hardly move. When you do, it triggers his own orgasm. He quickly pulls out of you and fucks his fist until his cum spurts all over your ass and pussy, drenching you in it. His lips find yours, his moans and heavy pants mixing with yours as your tongues swirl with one another. You giggle into the kiss, causing him to laugh too. “Fuck,” you sigh against his mouth. “That was so good.” 

“Mm,” he hums in agreement. Exhausted, you roll off of him and onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. Beads of sweat roll down Geto’s toned body and forehead as he heavily pants, recovering from the sex. Feeling your hand sneak into his, he smiles and interlaces your fingers. 

“I expect you to be comin’ back regularly now,” he chuckles. 

“If I can look forward to this, sure,” you hum. “That was fantastic! Way better than my bitch ass ex!” Geto turns over to look at you, loving how you look in the afterglow after getting your gorgeous brains fucked out. “Speakin’ of which, you wanna get back to the tattoo or just continue this?” he asks, nodding down at your thigh where your ex’s name still sits. “I'm with either, sugar. It’s all up to you.” 

You look up at him with those eyes and inch closer to his body to wrap your arms around him. “In a bit,” you sigh, making him laugh as you squeeze him to you like a teddy bear. He embraces you back, pressing a kiss to your forehead and breathing in the scents of your sweet-smelling body spray and sex on your skin. He loves how small you are, how warm and soft you feel against him. He feels like you belong there with him and he with you. 

After a couple of minutes of soft kisses and drawing shapes on each other’s naked bodies, you each get dressed and get back to business. After Geto fetches you some water and a snack, yu sit up in the chair and lay back while he puts on some gloves and moves your pants down to show the flesh of your thigh. When he fetches the tattoo gun, your eyes grow wide like a cartoon character’s. 

He snorts at your reaction as he dips the needle in some red for your new tattoo. You chose a nice rose to cover your ex’s name. “Still scared of needles?” he chortles. You nod, focusing on the needle. “Just grab my hand and breathe, okay?” He puts out his hand for you to take, but you stop him from plugging in the gun. 

“Oh, wait!” you exclaim and begin digging in your purse. You then pull out a bedazzled weed pen and take a hit, the smoke billowing from your soft, glossy lips that he wants to kiss again. The way they form an O makes his cock twitch. “Want some?” you ask and he leans in to take a hit. The smoke fills his lungs and he holds it as you lean in, prompting him to blow the smoke into your mouth. 

Once relaxed, you nod, silently telling him to continue. “Here we go, sugar,” he gently announces. He plugs in the gun and it begins to muzzle. “Just breathe.” You do so, holding his hand and looking away as the needle gets closer to your skin. Once the first pricks come, you tense and squeeze his hand, but you still breathe. “Good girl,” he coos. “You're doin’ so, so well for me.” 

You give him a wobbly smile, but the fear in your eyes has wained…mostly because he starts rubbing your clit. “S-Sugu,” you whimper, closing your trembling thighs around his hand. 

“Just focus,” he instructs you as his thick fingers stroke your needy clit. “Focus on my fingers, sugar, okay?” You nod, giving him a cute expression that makes him want to fuck you all over again. 

You do and all that is heard throughout the shop are the buzzing of the tattoo gun, the music, and your sweet moans. 

THE END. 

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Hiiiii may I request a very obvious and everyone knows it— a simp, pining, very much in love cale? With a dense reader who doesn’t realize they’re making him flustered- dense and oblivious? :>>

Thats all u can choose how u want to write it :))

Oh, ur works are so gooooodd btw :DD

LETS GO BABE !!! AND THANK YOU 🥺🥺💗

im gonna make this short as hell because i need sleep and it's three in the morning. im loopy as hell and couldnt think of how cale as a character would simp and this is the best i could do, im sorry 😭

Alver was a bit elated, to be honest.

After the war, things finally settled down and the lives of the citizens of the Roan Kingdom settled back to normal, or perhaps even better than before.

The talk of heroes was still a warm topic amongst the nobles and commoners, especially about Cale Henituse, the most praised hero of the continent.

Despite the heavy nickname he carries, Cale Henituse continued to be himself — not that Alver was surprised — and still became that bastard guy that Alver trusts.

Cale was chosen to handle the matters a Prime Minister would handle, gaining the position as the proxy of the Prime Minister — a position that was still vacant, of course reserved for Cale himself. But if the man himself knew of it, he'd immediately run away so Alver declared him to just be a proxy to keep the man by his side with the reason that he hasn't found someone fitting for the position yet.

Of course, Cale wasn't given as much as work as an actual Prime Minister are usually given. Alver was kind to his dongsaeng, so he would make sure Cale still has enough rest to slack off for awhile.

During those times, Cale would rarely come by to visit the Royal Palace, which was absolutely understandable. Alver himself would not want to visit his workplace if he's given a day off if he wasn't the Emperor and practically living in his workplace where a political dispute is always happening.

'He's been visiting often, hasn't he?'

Alver glanced up from his paperwork to his dongsaeng who wss reclining on the couch of his study, just sitting there and munching on cookies, this time without Raon.

"Cale..." Alver sets his fountain pen down, looking at Cale with a slight frown on his handsome face. "Is there something wrong?"

"Of course not, Your Highness," Cale answered quickly. "Nothing is wrong."

Alver pursed his lips into a thin line, not believing Cale once a bit because he knows his dongsaeng and while it is probably not something particularly serious from how lax Cale was, Alver was sure it was still something that bothers the redhead.

Alver hummed, taking another sheet of paper from the piles that were on his desk. "Then, is there a reason why you're here?"

"Can I not spend time with my Hyung-nim?" Cale asked with a raised eyebrow as if he was completely serious - Alver knows that he's not because why would Cale be here and spend time with him when he had been whining the other day about how looking at Alver's face was enough to remind him of the stress of work?

Alver shook his head, deciding to just accept Cale Henituse being contradictory as usual. He wonders why he's still so confused when he should know best that Cale Henituse is a walking contradiction and everything he does is confusing.

"Well, if you're staying here, might as well know that Dame [Name] is going to be here again for a private audience."

"From the [Last Name] Household?" Cale questioned and Alver let out a chuckle, "Is there any other one?"

You were a lady from the [Last Name] household, the head family being your single mother, Baroness Charlotte and you were the eldest one out of the three daughters the baroness had. People had originally thought the daughters were going to get married off to older noblemen who were willing to pay off their dowry but due to the Baroness' competence and your clever mind, your sisters have been pried away from the clutches of older noblemen as you were both enough to help your sisters to live.

Your household was compassionate towards orphans and the poor even before the war, providing food and shelter to the ones who needed them. This gives your family very good support from the commoners and loved ones, always being helped by the commoners with the little things. Your family had been very neutral when it comes to siding with the Princes as you all only focused on yourselves and those who are in need.

During the war, Alver had you and not your mother be in charge of sending out help to those who are in need, citizens of the Roan kingdom or not, and to make sure everyone is safe. Due to seeing his thoughtfulness, your family eventually sided with Alver. You had been exceptional in carrying out your duties and earned quite the fame for being the representative of the warm and generous Roan Kingdom, so when you returned, the title Dame was given to you for your services.

Cale would know that, not only because you were an important figure in what would be Roan Kingdom's history regarding politics and international affairs, but you had always coincidentally been wherever he was during the last few years so your title was given pretty quickly and earned much more respect from the nobles.

"Right..." Cale turns away from Alver.

Alver let the conversation to sink into his brain. Why did he have to say that to Cale? The man has been present every time you had to have a private audience with Alver, which had been a frequent event because you were building an establishment to house the homeless.

A knock was heard from the other side of the door of Alver's study.

"Come in."

You stepped into the office, dressed as formally as usual with a white shirt with ruffles and a long, fitted red skirt that flares around your lower calves. There was a folder clutched close to your chest, most likely the cause of your presence here.

"Oh!" You sound elated when you saw Cale in Alver's study but then turned back to look at Alver. "Your Highness, I didn't know you were expecting a guest."

"Dame [Name]," Alver greeted you with a relieved smile. "Please tell me you've brought me good news regarding that housing property case."

Cale stood up from the couch, approaching Alver's desk as well, curious about what good news you were bringing that you were smiling so brightly.

"Of course," you say, closing the door behind you and approaching Alver's desk. "The verdict's out -- the housing property is still within its area and not Viscount Chers'. We sued Viscount Chers for destroying some of the building he claimed to have entered his estate and won, so he has to pay for the cost, damages, and also interest."

Cale has heard of the case before. Viscount Chers had thought the housing property was being built on his land and had ordered his guards to destroy some of the building. With you supervising the project, you immediately sued Viscount Chers for his actions.

"Dame [Name], have I ever told you that I love you?" Alver smiled at you as he received the folder in your hand.

Cale jolted a bit upon hearing Alver's words and glanced at you, seeing your smile as you spoke, "Flattery gets you nowhere, Your Highness."

Alver sighed. "Shame."

Cale wanted to ask since when were you and Alver gotten close enough to be joking around like that. Of course you had been close to the two of them, but it seemed you have gotten more familiar with Alver. Just in time, Alver caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow, confused why Cale looked like he had a lot on his mind.

"How's your family, Dame [Name]?"

"Oh, my, thank you for asking." You cupped your cheek and closed your eyes as you continued, "My mother is well, but my sisters have been going out to parties more than ever. I think they're starting to have people they fancy."

Cale tilted his head, interested. "You seem relaxed about that."

"It's a part of being young," you told him. "Besides, I'm so busy to the point I can't really keep them safe forever. It's like having kids of your own, I guess. What about you, Cale-nim? What would you do with your own kids?"

Cale let his mouth speak before thinking properly, stumbling out his words. "I guess if we have kids -- wait, no, I mean, I already have kids, like Raon, Ohn, and Hong."

Alver watched this with a raised eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming on his lips as he watched his sworn brother trip over his own words and overexplain things. 'Is this why he had been in my office for the last few days?'

"I'm not the type to restrict them too much from experiencing life," Cale told you. "I don't want to be someone they grew to hate because I held them back from living their lives."

You smiled softly at him and Cale grinned, patting himselfon the back for his answer. "That's actually a very good insight for parenting. I might need to remember it once I have kids of my own."

"Aw, look at you both, talking about kids," Alver teased, the shit-eating grin on his face made the alarms in Cale's head come to life.

He caught on.

"Speaking of, Dame [Name], I heard you've been getting many letters regarding marriage," Alver brought up the rumor he had picked up a few weeks ago. He didn't think that such a rumor would end up being something so useful.

"Marriage?" Cale asked, his whole body going tense.

Your cheeks are tinted red as you laughed away Alver's words. "Oh, please, all of them are only sent because they heard you were handing me one of your major projects for developing the kingdom. I'm not dumb enough to see they're simply trying to get to you and Cale-nim."

"You should tell them that you're with my sworn brother so they won't bother you," Alver said, wasting no time to immediately struck that nerve.

You laughed again. "Oh, no, I don't want Cale-nim to get entangled in weird rumors."

"I don't mind."

Cale's cheeks are red when he said that and he wanted to hide from you when you and Alver turned to look at him. He cleared his throat and continued, stuttering a bit when he spoke; "I-I mean, just use my name if they caused you trouble. I don't mind."

"Oh, my, thank you so much, Cale-nim!" You grasped his hand with both hands, the smile on your face so bright that Cale's face immediately darkened with so much blood rushing to his face.

"I might overuse it so much that no one will dare to get close to me," you say, letting go of his hands.

'Oh, please do overuse it,' thought Cale.

"I think that's what my sworn brother would like," Alver added with a grin.

Cale wanted to kick Alver in the shin.

"Do you hate the idea of me with another man that much, Cale-nim?" You asked with a playful grin.

Cale opened his mouth to defend himself but no sound came out when he saw your smile and the red flush of your skin. He closed his mouth and decided to just stand there like an idiot.

"I don't think another man could live up to my standards considering I have been spending so much time with the both of you," you continued shyly. "Perhaps I should linger with the others lest my mother will complain about my being single."

"Or you could just keep spending time with us," Cale prompted, shrugging his shoulders to appear nonchalant. "There's no harm in that. Keep all of the bugging men away."

He doesn't miss the raised blond eyebrow Alver was giving him while you weren't looking.

"Perhaps," you murmured, beginning to walk towards the door. "Talking with the both of you is wonderful but I do have to rush to handle these paperwork."

"What time do you get off work?" Cale questioned quickly.

You stopped, turning to look at the red-head. "Around four. Planning on taking me home and meeting my mother, Cale-nim?"

"She loves the cakes from that dessert shop, right?"

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Yes, Cale-nim. The strawberry shortcakes are her favorite."

Cale nodded. "Noted."

You bowed to the both of them, excusing yourself out and leaving the two brothers inside the study.

Cale let out a sigh. "Well, I'll be leaving—"

Alver grabbed a discarded paper and crumpled it into a ball, throwing it at Cale who frowns. "What?"

"I cannot believe you came here just so you could ask Dame [Name] on a date."

[arc-misadventures]

Emerald: Hey Cinder? MFK Me, Watts, and Jaune?

Cinder: MFK II

Emerald: H-Hey, Cinder?

Cinder: Yes, Emerald?

Emerald: MFK between, Jaune, Watts, and me~?

Cinder: Excuse me?

Jaune: Watts? The devil is that?

Cinder: I’d kill, Watts! Brutally, painfully, and slowly! I would absolutely remove his presence from this plain of existence, and the next! I would burn every fragmented memory of him so that their was nothing left of the fucker! I would DESTROY HIM!!!

Jaune: …

Emerald: …

Jaune: Y-You know what… N-Never mind!

Emerald: So… W-Who are you going to fuck, and marry then…?

Cinder: Well, for starters, you’re gonna fuck, Jaune…

Jaune: WHAT?!

Emerald: Excuse me?

Jaune: That’s not how the game is pla…! No, that’s not important; Why do you want me to sleep with, Emerald?!

Emerald: Yeah, why do you want me to do that?! A-Are you into that…?

Cinder: No, I’m not… But, well… Watching, Jaune turning you into his personal toy does sound oh so tantalizing~! Mmmm~! Perhaps we should try that later~!

Jaune: What?!

Emerald: Okay, what’s going on here, I’m so confused.

Jaune: Same here, what’s going on, Cindy?

Emerald: Cindy?!

Jaune: Uhhh…?!

Emerald: Since when did, Cinder have a nickname?!

Cinder: Since we became a couple.

Emerald: You’re dating?!

Jaune: Yes…

Emerald: The fuck did that happen?!

Jaune: Well… remember that time we were sent on that survival mission, j-just the two of us for team cohesion training?

Emerald: Yes?

Jaune: Well, Cinder was butting heads with me trying to be a leader, and all that.

Emerald: Yeah, she’s always been upset that you were chosen for team leader than her. But, that training mission sorted that out. It did sort it out?

Jaune: I-It did… just not in the way they intended…

Emerald: What happened?

Jaune: Well, you see… uhh… W-We kinda…

Cinder: Fucked.

Jaune: Yeah… That…

Emerald: WHAT?! The fuck happened?

Cinder: Oh, the usual: Me gloating on how great our team would be if I was in team leader. Jaune stating my arrogance would get us all killed if I was team leader. Then we both started arguing even more, and since none of you were their to stop us we really went at it. I was going to slap him for…? For something he said, It doesn’t matter anyway. He caught, my hand, and then we started wrestling, we fell down, and rolled across the dirt for a bit until, Jaune pinned to the floor, and the next thing I know I’m shoving my tongue down his throat, and learning how much of a bottom truly am.

Emerald: S-Seriously?

Jaune: P-Pretty much…

Emerald: So the whole reason you two started getting along together, and stopped fighting one another, is because you had sex?!

Jaune: Yes…?

Cinder: And, the disciplinary spankings. You mustn’t forget about the spankings~!

Emerald: Okay… Fine? You’re dating, I take it you’re ’married’ then?

Cinder: Oh absolutely. I genuinely hope to become, Cinder Fall Arc one day.

Jaune: Best not tell mom that, she could at least wait until after I ask you to marry me before demanding grandkids…

Cinder: Wait…?! You’re actually going to ask me to marry you?!

Jaune: Uhhh…?! S-S-So why do I have to fuck, Emerald?!

Cinder: Oh well, since I’ll be the bread earner, and you the house husband…

Jaune: What?! Why do I have to be the house husband?!

Cinder: Cause you can cook, clean, entertain guests, buy the necessary groceries for a meal. And, you know I can’t do that regardless of how hard we try, I mean to remember what happened the last time I tried to cook?

Emerald: They’re still repairing the kitchen…

Jaune: Shit… I am the house husband. But still, where does fucking, Emerald come into all of this?

Cinder: Oh she’ll be the sexy maid who helps you clean up around the house that you also bend over the table, and spank her because she did a ‘bad’ job cleaning everything.

Jaune: So she’s my mistress?

Cinder: Yes.

Emerald: So you want me to fuck your boyfriend to see if I’m good for him?

Cinder: Yes. I will be testing you on your ability to pleasure him, ability to take his massive member…

Emerald: How massive?

Cinder: Your endurance, and your…

Jaune: Endurance? Oh, I get it, you want help so you don’t tap out again.

Cinder: Can you blame me?! You can last twice as long as I can! And, I’m always walking with a limp every time we do it! I NEED HELP!

Jaune: Hence, Emerald?

Cinder: Hence, Emerald. So, you up for it, Emerald?

Emerald: …

Emerald: If I do this… D-Does that also mean I can sleep with you too…?

Cinder: That’s a definite probability.

Emerald: W-Will I get spankings from you if I misbehave…?

Cinder: Most likely.

Emerald: I’ll do it!

Cinder: Wonderful! Okay, let the test begin! Emerald, lets see how long you can last, and if you need help, or are about to tap out, we’ll have, Neo rake your place.

Jaune: Neo?! Neo doesn’t like me like that!

Cinder: Yes she does. She’s asked me on multiple occasions for a threesome with you.

Jaune: Bullsh-Aaaahhhh?!! Neo?!

Neo: 😈

Jaune: Neo?! Get your hands out of my pants?!

Neo: 😙🎵

Jaune: Get your hand off my dick!

Cinder: Neo, wait your turn.

Neo: 😠

Cinder: Emerald, what are you waiting for, get to it.

Emerald: …

Emerald: Okay… Let’s do this!

~~~

Emerald: …

Neo: …

Emerald: I can’t feel my legs…

Neo: 🤕

Emerald: Worth it~!

Neo: 🥰

[cherry-bomb-00]

Hear me out, what if like one day dia decides to bring another human (who isn’t related to a angel) and like MC just some how knows them, and let’s say their like friends who only use nicknames for eachother, so when they spawn in they’re like ‘*charcter name*! I thought you were dead-!” I feel like Satan would get such a rush of pride if MC had chosen his name as their fake name. Or Barbatos would be internally giggling and kicking his feet if MC chose his name, I was thinking the other human could be like ‘Paimon or Buer?’

I love this idea, it is a very interesting, thank you for your requested and I hope I understood what you asked, so in order not to make it longer, enjoy.

How the demon brothers would react if you use their name as a nickname or fake name + Barbatos

"When Lord Diavolo mentioned that another human exchange student was coming, you were excited, and when the new student arrived, both of you got along very well, thus being very good friends and between the two of you they used nicknames or fake names and curiously you used the name your favorite demons."

Lucifer

-Lucy is happy that you get along well with the new student, at least there will be no problems with the new student, although he was aware that you use nicknames with the new student, he did not expect you to use his name.

-He may not admit it, but that give him a burst of pride, the fact that you chose it flatters him a little, but it may bother him sometimes, even so, he's not going to tell you to stop using it.

-As I said before, sometimes it can be annoying for him if it's to get into trouble or do stupid things, even so, he can't be totally mad at you, I mean, after all if you chose his name as a nickname, it's because you feel comfortable with him, so that makes him smile.

Mammon

-Our avatar of the greedy sometimes seems to be that of envy and jealousy, since he feels jealous that you become so close to the new student, that they even use nicknames, but all that jealousy goes away in a snap when he hears and sees that his human uses his name as a fake name or nickname.

-He can't help but feel flattered, maybe you find him with his face all red and hot, you make him feel nervous and he acts more tsundere than normal, although at the same time it also makes him proud, I mean, how can you not use his name? He is the great Mammon, obviously you would, at the end of the day he is your first man.

-He sometimes finds it funny although sometimes he thinks they're calling him when it's really you they're calling you, so that sometimes confuses him, he can't help but turn around and end up all embarrassed. This demon just loves you so much.

Leviathan

The truth is, he didn't realize until once he heard the new human call you by his name, that confused him and when he went to ask and you told him that he used his name as a fake name since it was a dynamic. that you and the new student have, Levi feels a mixture of jealousy, nerves, pride and flattery.

Our favorite otaku did not expect that, but above all he feels happy, since that means that you have a lot of trust in him, and if you chose him it was for a reason, right? Although he has low self-esteem, knowing that you use his name raises his spirits and his self-esteem.

Sometimes you find it strange and confusing if you and him are in the same room, and the other human says his name, but you were able to differentiate to know who is talking to whom. (He obviously tells his pet fish Henry all about how happy he is to be your favorite and use his name.)

Satan

-When Satan hears that you use and choose his name as a fake name when the new student talk to you, It similar to how Lucifer feels, he feels how pride inflates his chest slightly, he feels happy that you have chosen him.

-Obviously he would make fun of his older brother, because he was chosen and Lucifer wasn't, he likes to rub that fact in the face of his older brother, even if it's something minimal, he can't help it, he likes to get on Lucifer's nerves

-And after all, he also finds it cute that you use his name as a fake name, it's as if you were telling him that you are his favorite (another reason to bother Lucifer) and that you feel comfortable with him.

Asmodeus

As soon as he realized, he can't help but feel very loveed, he goes to you, saying that he feels very flattered and happy that you have chosen his name as a fake name, I mean, obviously you were going to do it, he is the most beautiful demon of Devildom, his name is just as beautiful, so obviously you are going to boost his ego.

He cannot deny that he loves hearing his name, and he finds it adorable that his little lamb loves him so much that among his brothes, you chose him, although sometimes he gets confused if they are talking to him or to you.

Although it may get a little annoying at one point, it won't be strange for him to pout since he would like to be referred to more about him than you, but even so, he can't feel that way for long, not after you tell him that the reason you chose his name is because he is your favorite and that you love him a lot, then he returns to his loving and flirtatious state.

Beelzebub

-At first he didn't notice it, until one time the new student called you by his name, obviously that left Beel confused, he didn't understand why the new student called you by his name, he found it curious.

-It was already when he asked you why you use his name, and you were touched by the big guy's confused expression, so when you tell him that it's like her fake name, since that's the dynamic that the new student and you have . After that explanation, he feels his heart pounding and his cheeks turn red, he smiles happily.

-Beel finds it funny, he doesn't really care much that you use his name as a fake name, he finds it adorable, he feels special that you chose him, he can only give you a big hug.

Belphegor

-At first he wouldn't realize it like Beel, but that's because he's always asleep, so it took him a while to find out that you use his name as a fake name, but at one point he realizes it when he hears the new student calling you by your name. , something that confused him

-As well as explaining everything to him, Belphegor acts as if he doesn't care, but it really affected him and makes him feel a warmth in his chest, he really didn't expect you to choose his name but he doesn't complain, it really makes his heart beat with joy.

-It doesn't bother him so much since he sees it as a way to show that he is your favorite, and that makes him feel happy. Obviously just as Satan is going to mock and scold Lucifer that you prefer him over his older brother, so you give him more reason to bother Lucy.

Barbatos

-He realizes it quickly and has a reaction that you did not expect, since on the outside he looks calm and serene as always but on the inside he giggles with excitement, he never believed that this would excite him but apparently it makes his stoic heart melt.

-He also finds it fun how you interact with the new exchange student, he finds the dynamics of fake names and nicknames interesting, and he can't help but feel flattered that you chose his name.

-Sometimes he also follows the game, but only if you are with him alone, there is no harm in relaxing a little, plus he was also a little surprised to know that he was your favorite and how much affection you have for him, don't worry Mc, That feeling is mutual.

See you next time

[howlsofbloodhounds]

(Thingy from superyoumna’s character ref for Color!Sans.)

So this could’ve been a typo or something, but it says there that Othertale!Gaster named Sans “Color” and also named Color’s weapons. And if that’s true, I was wondering how that went down and why.

Is Gaster aware that he’s an AU of Undertale Gaster and Sans is an AU, too, and that’s why? Or was it for a different reason. Did Color want to change his name but couldn’t think of anything so Gaster just named him “color,” because of his flames, and color just went “fuck it why not.”

But we also see in the Othertale comics and vids that Gaster still refers to Color as Sans, so has the name just not been chosen yet or was it just a nickname to differentiate Color from other Sanses when interacting with those from outside Othertale—such as Core Frisk.

Or maybe absorbing the six human souls and being forgotten by everyone affected Color’s sense of identity, perhaps. And being called Sans just made him feel..weird. Like Gaster was talking to/about someone else instead, even though he logically knows he’s the one being spoken to.

And like, Color probably didn’t really say anything about it. Figuring it was probably a weird thing to feel off about, but Gaster notices how Color always briefly looked confused when referred to as Sans and how it takes a moment to respond to the name. Like he’s remembering “oh, right, that’s me.”

And like maybe Gaster asks him about it one day, and Color doesn’t really know how to explain. He knows his name is Sans, but something inside him seems to need a moment to remember that fact; and sometimes he feels torn on if that’s really his name or not. Which is ridiculous, right? Because that is his name.

And Gaster just like, shrugs, comments that maybe that just kinda happens when you absorb other people into the cultimaton of your being. They all had different names and lives, after all, and they all kinda lost themselves when Sans took them in.

Color is quiet, then asks if that means if he’s lost himself, too. Gaster says that no, he thinks that maybe Sans has just changed. Color says he didn’t want to change.

They’re quiet for a moment, then Gaster asks if he wants a new name. Sans doesn’t speak, so Gaster tells him change isn’t always a bad thing. It’s just..something new. He doesn’t have to feel guilty to try and move on, everyone else has, regardless of if either of them wanted it to.

Sans says he can’t think of anything. Nothing feels right, his mind pulled in different directions. It’s hard to think, as every name he searches for seems to get various pulls and agreements or refusals. Or at least he thinks so; it’s hard to tell what’s him, and what’s them, anymore.

Then Gaster again shrugs, says not to overthink it, and then says “How about Color?” and gestures to his shifting flames from his skull; to which Color gives him an exasperated look.

“They like it,” he despairs. “Oh god. There’s six kids inside me..”

“I always wanted grandkids.” Is all Gaster has to say with a cheeky grin while Color puts his face in his palms with a loud groan, patting his shoulder when Color states that Gaster’s not his father.

[leftdestiny-posts]

A single blue-pink mochi is served on a small porcelain plate. It's filling is sweet. It serves as a reminder of a dear friend.

With cursive lettering, DOTT writes the name ‘Shiro’ on a paper cup for takeout. Once the ink has dried, he instinctively brushes his fingers over the writing before he sets it down and continues his work.

The woman who had placed the order is an eccentric character, not from his point of view, but when compared to the other Snezhnayans—strange and out of place.

Her name is foreign, Inazuman, and likely a nickname for her unusual white hair and silver eyes. DOTT can only speculate if she had chosen it herself or if it had been given to her by friends or family.

From a distance, his red gaze follows her figure as she takes a seat in the corner of his shop near the window. She had taken a book with her, something thick, heavy, and likely precious from the way she held it close to her body.

On the outside, she seems like a bright person; someone with an easygoing personality and an inviting aura, yet (for some reason unknown to DOTT) she closes herself off from the world.

DOTT is certain he wouldn't have noticed her—had not been behind the counter taking her order. (How he wishes it wasn't true now that he looks back on it.)

After a few blissful seconds of observing the woman hidden in the corner of the shop, he notices that she never makes it past the first page. More minutes pass, then a few more, and she is yet to turn it.

Likely as a habit, her nails (painted in a subtle rose colour) tap against the cover. Her eyes are lowered, only moving up at the sound of sudden laughter or conversation; always at a guard from something (or someone?).

DOTT finds irony in her highly guarded behaviour. Even when her eyes are on everyone, she fails to see the one person observing her.

Behind the metal plate covering his machine core, the cogwheels and wires connected to it buzz with curiosity as he tries to figure out what makes this customer stand out.

It is not uncommon for the people in Snezhnaya to be antisocial or shut off. In fact, the majority of his customers speak only the bare minimum to get their order before they scurry back amongst the masses in the streets. ‘Shiro’ should not stand out for this reason, and yet…

“Your order,” DOTT drags out the words, hesitating on whether to use her name or not. In the end, it comes out jumbly. For the first time in months, he despises his voice—which has manually been made to match his creator’s.

He watches silver eyes dart from the book, finally noticing his figure at her table. They’re equally curious and calculating as his. Her gaze moves from his hands (which are putting down the beverage and pastry), to his eyes, until they retreat to the book again—silently as if he hadn’t existed in the first place.

When DOTT had finished her order and approached her, he knew the chances of her ignoring him were high. It is a pleasant surprise when he hears her fleeting and equally jumbled voice.

“Thank you,” she says.

[insertsaddict]

Had an idea that I don’t think I’ll make into a full fic, so...here! Your Boyfriend Hunger Games AU! Based on what I remember of the books I read years ago...

(Game is 18+, so if you are a minor, please do not read after the cut!)

(Mentions of death, gore, and suicide—if these make you uncomfortable, please please don’t read this!)

You’ve grown up in one of the less well-off districts. You’re a bit distanced from your family, doing your best to support yourself. You’re good friends with TK, your neighbor and co-worker, and both of you express worry over the upcoming games.

Neither of you like the Games. And obviously, neither one of you wants to be chosen. The thought of it makes you shake, but TK does their best to reassure you each time. The odds of either of you getting chosen have to be low, right? Even if you put your name in a few extra times to get rations, surely it hasn’t been that many, has it?

...but of course, on the Reaping, whose name is pulled first but yours?

It’s a crushing blow to you. You’re not a fighter or a killer. This is a death sentence for you. When you take your place on the stage, you just feel numb.

You see TK’s distraught expression. But you don’t see another face in the crowd, someone just as stunned and horrified as you feel, too late to act to take your place.

They move back to the jar (everyone’s name is in one jar, they just pick two people of any gender to send or something), to draw the second name. Your fate is sealed.

Suddenly, someone else in the crowd volunteers. Murmurs travel throughout as they weave their way through, standing on the stage next to you. They can’t take your place (too late for that), but they’ve taken the second spot.

You look up to see grey skin, a blue shirt, and black hoodie, and blue eyes looking into yours with a range of emotions. Sadness, guilt...determination. They’re not familiar to you, but you know who’s standing in front of you.

Most people know of Peter, even you. You’ve seen him around town a bit, but all you know is that he grew up in a Career district, but moved into your district a few years back. You’ve heard rumors that he mostly moved to get away from his family.

No one besides him knows the full reason he moved, of course. And of course, he knows you very well.

Many don’t bat an eye at his sudden volunteering—he grew up in a Career district, after all. But you feel like maybe...there’s something more than that behind his actions.

Especially when he keeps gazing at you intensely.

You say tearful goodbyes to TK and your family. No one is there to visit Peter, but he doesn’t seem at all bothered by it. Eventually, the two of you are ushered onto the train to the Capitol...and you’re left alone.

You try to strike up a conversation with Peter. He flinches when you say his name, looking for a second like he swallowed a lemon.

“I don’t like my name,” he’ll admit. “I’d honestly prefer if you called me by a nickname or something.”

You come up with something on the spot—YB. From then on, that nickname is how he’ll introduce himself to everyone. And if anyone calls him “Peter”, he quickly corrects them.

You’re both introduced to Don, a gruff past Victor. He looks you over and mostly gives advice on how to avoid trouble, and how to outlive everyone else through sheer survival skills.

He looks over YB...and simply regards him coolly. The two of them stare at each other, long enough that you start to feel a little uncomfortable.

Later, Don will warn you that he gets a bad vibe from YB. Whether you trust his word or not is up to you, put...YB is very kind to you. Nervous, but kind, and willing to teach you some skills for survival.

Eventually, the two of you are in the arena. You grab what supplies you can and run from the action, not knowing that someone else is following your every move, always staying just far enough away that you don’t notice them.

Night falls, and as far as you can tell, you’re far away from anyone else. Safe for now, except...you swear you keep feeling someone watching you. You scan the forest over and over, but as far as you can see, no one’s there. 

But you still feel eyes on you. Watching, unblinking...

YB knows you so well that he can avoid your gaze just before you look in his direction. Even when you’re being so clever, even checking the branches above you! He admires that.

But there comes a point where you can’t keep your eyes open, when you end up passing out from exhaustion with your back against the tree trunk. YB slowly creeps forward, and many viewers wait with bated breath, watching as they’re sure he’s about to strike...!

And he simply leans against the tree beside you, keeping one hand on the hilt of his knife. He switches constantly between scanning the forest suspiciously and watching you adoringly.

No one watching is quite sure what to make of it. The Gamemakers linger on the two of you for quite some time, not sure whether something is going to happen or not. The bad vibe Don got from YB comes back with full force, but all he can do is grit his teeth and wish he had some way to tell you about the danger lurking beside you. No donations have come in yet.

This process repeats for the next few days and nights. You do your best to survive, avoid everyone else, and wait up each night before exhaustion takes over. All while unaware of your living shadow.

People have started to theorize about what YB is up to. Is he just there to mooch off your supplies? Is he unhinged and waiting for the perfect moment to strike? Is he looking for an alliance, but too nervous to fully approach you?

And then someone tries to attack you in your sleep.

YB had hidden in the shadows when he heard their footsteps approaching. You barely even stirred in your slumber. They found you in your makeshift camp, glanced between you and your supplies...and slowly raised a bow, aiming to quietly take you out.

They don’t even manage to grab an arrow before a knife is driven into their back.

Viewers are stunned, horrified...amazed at what follows. It’s one of the bloodiest kills in the Game yet, stab after stab, yet so silent that you don’t even wake up. All anyone can do is watched as words and symbols are carved into the cadaver.

When you wake up in the morning, your eyes land on a corpse...and the message carved into their chest.

You’re safe with me, Darling. It’s surrounded by hearts. Like a love letter.

Naturally, you scream and flee from the area.

You spend the next few days trying to flee from whoever left you that message, but you can still feel eyes on you. YB’s never far behind. At some point or another, you might actually spot him and talk to him...

Do you realize he’s the person you’re afraid of? Do you team up with him, or run faster, trying to get away?

There are honestly quite a few ways this could end. Most of them tragically.

If you’re killed at any point during the Games, YB will immediately go on a rampage of revenge. He’ll keep your corpse on him at all times, refusing to surrender it and fighting off anyone who tries to take you away from him. Even the drones the Gamemakers send don’t stand a chance against his fury.

Once he’s the only one left, he won’t allow himself to be crowned the victor. But he’s not going to allow the two of you to be separated, like they’ll surely do once they come to recover his body. 

Jumping off the cliff, into a raging river is deemed poetic and a worthy way of joining you, in his eyes...

On the other hand, if it’s just the two of you left...he won’t ever bring himself to harm you. Not for something as petty and unimportant as being Victor.

If you decide to strike at him, he won’t fight back. If you can’t bring yourself to kill him, he’ll take nightlock berries and go peacefully to let you be the winner. Either way, he’ll confess his love to you before dying.

There is a chance you can convince him to take part in the same trick Peeta and Katniss pulled off during their games, where they both threatened to swallow nightlock. Whether it’s an act of rebellion or love on your part, or a lie or trick to get YB to off himself, he’ll agree at once.

And just like in the books, the two of you will quickly be stopped and both declared the Victors before you can actually pull it off.

[revivisection]

RT ask: 2 4 6 8 14

😁😁😁 #love#friendship#friends#loveandfriendshipwithfriends

2. What is their Origin? Who were they before they became a Rogue Trader?

crime lord babeyy. soon as i saw it, of course that was the origin i was gonna pick. cosmas formed in my mind like aphrodite out of the sea. who did i castrate to make him… it was first born out of necessity, boy’s gotta eat (and also keep the other children he was looking after alive (don’t worry about it)), but he’s also got ambitions. he may be a super smart guy who does a lot of things but i don’t know jack about shit so we’re keeping it vague 💯 he’s cold trading he’s thieving he’s making connections he’s recruiting (realizes i can’t say goon anymore) people he’s territorial he’s a businessman he’s a father figure he’s uhhhh killing people etc. it’s like rogue trader shit but illegal because he doesn’t have a warrant (yet).

4. What does their name mean? Is it significant?

cosmas means order and decency, which is kind of funny… it’s also the name of a saint. according to a quick peruse of wikipedia, cosmas and his twin damian provided medical services for free, sort of in line with rt cosmas’ iconoclast actions, and they also survived a few attempted executions before finally dying, which is like how rt cosmas viciously clings on to life. and i like the name cause it’s space-y. i don’t imagine the meaning would remain in-universe, but cosmas has gone by many names and this was the one he liked best in the end. he named himself after the universe itself, which feels right for him.

as for his last name, the game gives you one based off your origin (besides sanctioned psyker, for some reason). the one for crime lord is “stubbs” which, i don’t know why i’m mr. stubbs, but i like to imagine it’s a nickname he picked up for [reasons pending, possibly forever]. not really a surname, but you say it like one. he had an actual family name before that, but he’s long shed it.

he becomes a von valancius and uses the power of that name often to his great advantage, but he doesn't really internalize it. it's a title, it's something he can use, it's not a name name like "cosmas" is to him.

6. What is their Conviction? How adherent are they to it? Does it change at all over the course of the game?

iconoclast, which is based in me wanting to be Nice in a Video Game, and then i had to turn it into actual characterization later. i stick to it pretty closely, though i’ve made a couple dogmatic/heretic choices too. cosmas is quite resolute in his beliefs (one could say stubborn), he’s not easily swayed, especially not by the most argumentative of his companions.

encroaching on question 7 territory here i guess, but i have trouble really explaining it so this is how i gotta say it. cosmas took up/was put into a caregiver/protector/leader role early on in his life, and chose to continue to be that person rather than look out solely for his own survival. he has more care for the common people than expected of his position because he knows what it’s like, he’s been one of them, but there’s also a possessive aspect to it, everything he has investment in (emotional or material) belongs to him. he is like a livestock guardian to me. born from my own reluctance to trade my people units i guess, they’re just little stats in a menu, but some of these offers are shady as hell… what are you going to do with them… guess there’s a lot of compassion in that guy, i’m just really caught up in his personal issues that your chosen questions don’t really touch on lol.

8. What was their Triumph? Do they take pride in it?

apex of brilliance, he got his hands all over a whole star system. where exactly it is, what it or any of the planets are called, who fucking knows. maybe one day i’ll know but i am Not acquainted with the. whatever it’s called when it’s geography for space. i mean i guess it’d be astronomy but the implications are different. anyways, he’s very proud. sure his domain as a rogue trader is much larger, but it doesn’t feel like he earned it like he did with his star system. i think i picked this one in particular because of the int stat boost...

14. Who was the most important person in their life prior to becoming a Rogue Trader? Is that person still in their life now?

his right hand, his enforcer, his sister, damia (after cosmas and damian because i had to). they’ve been together since early days when cosmas had his own gang of unfortunate kids, though only he and her made it to adulthood. they’re not bio siblings but they basically adopted each other. he left her to take care of things back home while he went to the koronus expanse, so they’re cut off from each other during the game. i’d say they generally get along and work together well, but they don’t always agree and cosmas Has To Have His Way Always, which can and has caused friction. i also think their relationship was strained by [question 9 related event] which they left unresolved ^_^ he misses her but trusts her not to fuck things up while he’s gone. she’s always fallen into following him since she was the younger one, he took on a guardian role for her, she’s his best subordinate, there was a lot of potential left untapped there. maybe even surpressed. i don’t think they see each other again for a long time, a lot changes during then, damia feels sort of abandoned, but she also doesn’t want to take second place by cosmas’ side again. their reunion might not be the happiest.

before writing this my idea for damia lacked conflict, which made imagining her really boring. things can always change, and she’s still not really a character, but now that i’ve laid down some issues there i like her a lot more.

fun fact, their stupid nicknames for each other are cosy and damsy. it came to me one day and then never left my brain, so this is real lore now.

[mysterycharacterflowers]

A bouquet of yellow foxglove and snapdragon VS A bouquet of gladiolus flowers and lilies, with spiky knautia, shield, dogwood, iris, lotus, lily of the valley, foxglove, rock rose, water lily, daffodil, green and black roses, sunflower, poppy, crystanthenum, wolfsbane, liatris, buttercup, and bleeding heart flowers. There's a sole kadupul flower in the middle of it.

First, let's talk about the bouquet of foxglove and snapdragon

Meaning and why this flower was chosen:

Foxglove, which generally represents insincerity (especially in Victorian flower language) and the duality of hurting and healing, as well as other meanings like magic, creativity, secrets, and insecurity, represents him well because he’s a con artist, of the trickster archetype, and somewhat of an antihero; his actions and plans, while good at the core, often hurt other people at least a little on the way, and he’s okay with that if they’re not his people. Other characters, and the audience, often have reason to doubt his sincerity as a friend and as a partner [...] he’s generally got more than one motive going on at once. It’s not something I’d blame him for, but insincerity is a constant question when it comes to him that it takes a long time for anyone to overcome. Also, regarding the other meanings, he’s a clever character with subtle magical powers, he keeps a lot about him under wraps from most everyone, and he’s deeply insecure [...] I’d particularly choose a yellow foxglove because that color has implications of positivity and support, and he is cheerful, friendly, and when it comes to the people he does love, he’s never giving up on helping them. As a bonus (and why I picked this), the flower’s name fits him, as he has a nickname related to foxes. I’d also choose snapdragon, for strength in harsh habitats, and also deception. He comes from a humble background, was bullied as a child, is a little bit homeless during the main story, and lives in a society bigoted against him, but he’s thriving anyway. Deception, meanwhile, is central to his character and something he leans on; he lies, hides, keeps secrets, and has that fear of being perceived, and even his names are a kind of benevolent deception, as being known only by his naturalized name to most people helps keep him safe. Also, snapdragon symbolizes grace, relevant to one career he’s had. Description: He’s a poor trickster who ran away from home as a teenager and joined the circus in order to rescue his missing mother [...] He’s loud, extroverted, loving and voracious, has a sparkling personality, and is powerfully annoying when he wants to be. He’s a public figure sometimes but the limelight is deeply not for him. He distrusts many people, including especially reporters, rich people, and the government, which is of course completely valid. He’s a petty thief by necessity and habit, and he always knows a guy. It takes him years of having magical powers to realize that they include invisibility, and when he finds out, the first thing he uses it for is to tickle someone. He’s flirted with a guy he deeply envies and who envies (and kinda hates) him right back; I’m never sure if it’s weirder if he doesn’t like the guy in question, or if he actually does. He’s tried to save a celebrity from descent into alcoholism. He’s committed war crimes against ghosts. He’s narrowly escaped being mobbed by a religious group and has been kidnapped by a popular entrepreneur. He has been deemed ‘strange in all ways’ by a coworker. He loves pastrami sandwiches. He’s not that short but everyone he knows would call him a short king if they had that vocabulary [...]

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Now, let's see the bouquet of gladiolus flowers and lilies, with spiky knautia, shield, dogwood, iris, lotus, lily of the valley, foxglove, rock rose, water lily, daffodil, green and black roses, sunflower, poppy, crystanthenum, wolfsbane, liatris, buttercup, and bleeding heart flowers. There's a sole kadupul flower in the middle of it.

Meaning and why they were chosen: Gladiolus: Integrity, Strength, Victory | Lily: purity, commitment and rebirth | Spiky Knautia: Unfortunate love (also because of the name (thunder and lightning), markings, blooming season and conditions) | Shield: it symbolizes integrity and protection | Dogwood: strength, reliability, loyalty and devotion | Iris: faith, hope, courage, wisdom, admiration and foresight | Lily of the Valley: purity, love, sincerity, and luck, because of their poisonous nature | Foxglove: because of their poisonous nature, they mean insincerity, pride, intuition, creativity, energy Rock Rose: they are know for growing back stronger quickly after a fire, they mean deep healing, togetherness, soothing. | Water Lily: birth, resurrection, purity and majesty. | Daffodil: rebirth, new beginnings, forgiviness, memory and inspiration | Green Rose: hope and vitality | Black rose: death, mourning or tragedy | Sunflower: because they follow the sun, they mean unwavering faith and unconditional love | Poppy: consolation, sleep and expression Chrysanthemum: friendship, happiness, and well-being | Wolfsbane: caution and treachery | Liatris: joy, bliss and happiness | Buttercup: joy, youth, purity, happiness and friendship | Bleeding heart flowers: Unconditional love (platonic) and death of a loved one | Kadupul: it means wish, fulfilment and stellar beauty, and it was chosen because it blooms at night Why these flowers were chosen: Each flower minus the first two represent a person special to her, or important to her story. They also each connect to a specific event that affects her, and their individual symbolism are all parts of her development. She surrounds herself with her friends constantly, so her bouquet is less about her identity and more about them [...] Description: A talented lovestruck young girl with the ability to grow and communicate with plants. She's best friends with a pair of brothers, and has a pretty big friend group surrounding them. She also leads a group of six other girls on escapades, and has a lovely, if small, immediate family of her parents and dog. While she's sweet and caring, she's also a little too happy to call something a death match, and will fight and win against anyone if need be. The combination of her skills and friends would make her a force to be reckoned with even without her powers.

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[reapersbayif]

Hi Dakota!! I was wondering if MC has a nickname that their family used to call them?? Like how in Fallen Lights, Ezrah calls MC 'Star'.

Because I'd maybe love to use that nickname for my MC's codename (my MC is an informant though I'm sure a codename would be needed for other jobs too.)

Something that Kai would definitely know and MAYBE Laurie and Adri would also know? My reasoning is that MC would use it to remember their family but is also using it as a very specific clue in hopes that Kai and/or Laurie (if alive, I'm assuming that MC doesn't know if Kai and/or Laurie are still alive) would pick up on it if either of them heard it, and hopefully use it to find her.

Also, what are House Vailia's colours? Their heraldry/coat of arms? Do they have an animal of some sort that is attributed to their House? Inquiring minds would like to know! :D

Hello, anon! I’m glad you asked!

Your brother, Lukas, got his love of birds from your father, the king himself. He nicknamed all his children after one of his favorites, actually.

He called Adelaide “canary” because she loved to sing with your mother at the piano and had a lovely voice. He called Lukas “dove” as Lukas was soft spoken and didn’t take well to any training that was foisted upon him; he loathed weaponry and violence, preferring to spend his time elsewhere.

With MC, his nickname depends on the players choice. If you were a very charismatic kid, a real charmer, you’re dubbed “sparrow.” A kind and friendly MC will be called “starling.” An intelligent and adaptable MC will be called “falcon.” A rather shy but intelligent MC will be called “crow.” A bold, brash MC is referred to as “eagle.” If you were excitable and energetic, you were called “merlin.”

He called your mom “my beloved hawk,” as she’s quite fierce and not easy to dissuade.

You see the bird theme, obviously. Diminutives of any of those nicknames were popular.

It’ll be an option in game to use your chosen bird as your code name (or you can pick your own ofc). So if you’re an assassin, thief, informant, or smuggler, you’d be known as “Sparrow” or “Falcon” or “Merlin,” and so on so forth. And yes! Kai, Laurie, and Adri will all recognize the code name!!

As for House Vailia, their color is actually purple. If you notice in Kai’s portrait below, it’s actually that exact shade of purple. Kai still wears House Vailia’s colors as their mother saved their father’s cloaks. Kai wears it to show his loyalties belong to House Vailia even if they’re all “dead.”

(Art by @stephschoices)

As for the animal that is present on their heraldry, it’s actually a bear. An emblem meaning projecting your own, or protecting your family. It’s essentially a historical promise that House Vailia will protect Navra as their own and simultaneously suffer no threats against their royal family.

We see how well that turned out.

[xjaylahopkins]

MERROCK TASK #20

SOCIAL MEDIA

at what age did your character start using social media?

late middle school so around 13

did their parents monitor their use, if they were young?

they absolutely did their best! Jayla is also just incredibly responsible and had an open line of communication with both parents if she came across anything questionable

has your character ever had fake identities or accounts online?

nope

no shame: do they remember myspace? did they use it?

yes, it was very late in the game but she had a MySpace in middle school

who would be in their top eight today?

Ryder, Iris, Darrius, Stelly, Aisha, her best friends from home and college

what social media platforms do they use today?

Tumblr, Twitter, TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook

do they have public profiles, or go private?

all private across the board minus her jewelry page

how about their following? are they pretty lowkey, or do they have a decent following?

she keeps a low profile only accepting follows from those she knows irl or those she collaborates with for her advocacy work, her jewelry page is obviously public and a different story

do they tend to pick obvious usernames, ones with sentimental value, funny things? how do they decide?

mostly based on her nickname, along the lines of “jayhopkins” or some close variation

profile pictures: the same across all platforms?

yes for her personal accounts

and just what profile pictures do they use?

her personal accounts are a selfie she hasn’t updated in a couple years, her jewelry page has her business logo

what kind of bio writer are they? silly, cute, sweet, or just basic?

keep it basic with maybe a sweet quote

how much time per day would you say that your character spends on social media?

at least a few hours, especially before bed, but she tries to keep it to a limit unless she is reposting critical community information or actively taking jewelry orders

is there one platform that they visit more than others?

it varies on her mood during that point in life, right now it’s TikTok.

if they have kids, do they use social media? how do they feel about that? if not, and they want kids, will they let them use it someday?

She doesn’t really have kids on the brain yet so she hasn’t given it much thought but kids should definitely be monitored closely if they’re going to be online

be honest: have they ever created an account for something else, like a hobby, or... to try to make their cat internet famous?

her jewelry business started as a hobby!

do they run any professional or business accounts?

her jewelry Instagram

have they ever left a social media platform (or more than one) for any specific reason?

over the years as platforms have lost public favor and died but she’s known to always be on the last round of users out

do they plan on using social media into their older ages?

probably! it helps her keep in contact with people

have they ever made any long-lasting friendships through social media?

yes! specifically in terms of her activism work, she’s connected with so many folks who are now family

or on the flip side, gotten into any big social media beef?

Nope!

have they ever felt negatively impacted by social media as a user?

probably as many in her age group but she chooses make the best of it

who is their favorite person / account to follow on social media?

her family members who she doesn’t get to see often, it’s nice to keep up with their lives

would they say that social media has had an overall more positive or negative impact on the world?

positive, she’s always chosen to focus best of it

and finally: a/s/l? (and do they know what that means?)

she is actually old enough to know this! 28/F/ME

[atla-recluse]

On Dipper’s ‘Normal’ Name

This may seem like a no-brainer and me just trying to find more depth than is really there, but I’ll go for it.

* * *

You know what I find fascinating in a ‘this is pretty ironic yet not ironic’ way?

The hidden existence of Dipper’s name. 

No the other name. His “real name” (birth name): Mason. Surprised?

You see, it’s implied or basically stated many times throughout the course of Gravity Falls and beyond, that Dipper wants to be liked. 

He wants to be liked in (apparently) the way normal children are liked, though. Without the odd looks and judgment (mean or amused). 

And the name Mason? Well, it is normal! Normal and lovely even! It also twins with Mabel’s ‘normal’ name, which matches up with how they’re twins by birth. This is also similar to what the Stans have going on with their own names, but slightly less obvious and maybe less extreme. It also doesn’t lend itself to the same risk of unfortunate puns, inappropriate jokes and flat-out insults that Dipper (as fun/cute as it is) does.

If you ask me, Mason is the exact name you’d expect any other kid walking through the halls of a school to have. Or the name of a child at a baseball game. Or the name of a manager at a tech company. You get the idea. Yep, it’s pretty normal if not common (possibly even more than Mabel’s name).

Which leaves one like me to wonder...why doesn’t he just go by Mason, then? I mean sure; we know where the nickname Dipper comes from. It was too fitting to not be chosen. But if memory serves, Dipper hinges on the need to feel like he belongs and is therefore terrified/depressed by the prospect of being seen or treated as an outcast. It doesn’t help that it appears he already has been treated this way before in the past, even—more or less unintentionally—by the main cast at times.

It’s not even a case of only his family and closest associates calling him that either. Everyone who meets him and advances to a first name-basis with him, calls him Dipper. It’s not that the nickname is a bad one of course, but if Dipper cares so much about normalcy, it’d make the most sense to just stick to Mason.

Then again, maybe Dipper doesn’t care about (nor want) normalness as much as he lets on...

After all, when watching the series (if you pay even a little attention to these parts/details) you’ll quickly notice that Dipper is...actually pretty weird. Even by Gravity Falls’s in-universe standards. Sometimes close to or on par with the same level as his sister who is implied to make friends easier and just be an all around ball-of-sunshine (on the surface) and adoration-magnet despite this trait of hers. His level of awkwardness has been shown to be capable of reaching into eyebrow-raising territory, at least. It’s like he’s not trying to hide it.

Which is why I think that deep down Dipper isn’t (or wasn’t) so much afraid of not ‘fitting in’ nor being normal enough, but of not being noticed enough (for the right reasons). I’m not saying Dipper’s an attention hog (the series has other characters that better exemplify this trait). 

I’m saying that what he wants is to be wanted; needed, appreciated and loved for what he has to offer and who he is. He likely goes by Dipper not just because he and his family grew to like the nickname or because it just makes sense, but because he doesn’t have and doesn’t want to pretend to have, a particular attachment to or desire for a name that doesn’t mean much to him outside of it being his literal ‘first’ name. 

Even though it’s, by certain metrics, a name much stranger than his birth name, he doesn’t mind seeming stranger than he otherwise would when it comes to holding on to something truly meaningful to him and his loved ones/those closest to him. He’d rather be weird along with them more than anything else, anyway. (Even if he still does occasionally gets self-conscious and fear judgment over said weirdness that he has. It’s just a part of growing up. Even so, at his young age he already knows/knew what means the most to him and what he’ll virtually always choose to fight for when it matters most.)

[kitabasis]

ok I’m working on my monster high redesigns and I can’t decide some lagoona stuff so. Im leaving it up to tumblr.

Basically, her origin has always been the murkiest (haha water pun)—she’s inspired by a lagoon monster from the Amazon, but she’s a sea monster from Australia (or, in G3, from Honduras). None of the places she’s from, to my knowledge, have any well-known sea monsters (I’m open to correction though). Not to mention none of her iterations look anything like the Lagoon Creature (probably because that would be hard to sell to kids).

So, in line of making her have a bit of a stronger monster identity, I’m changing her origin a bit.

i’m debating between making her parents a boto cor de rosa, skylla and kharybdis, or something else if a better idea is proposed.

Reasons for and against each:

Boto Cor De Rosa

+ since these guys are from the Amazon, it makes a nice reference to the home of the monster Lagoona was originally based on (The Creature From The Black Lagoon was from a lagoon in Brazil)

+ it actually justifies her G3 pink color scheme

+ it gives an easy explanation for why she can be on land without a tank like Gil—she’s literally a mammal!

+ Swapping her and Gil’s freshwater-saltwater origins would give more in-universe “justification” (not that bigotry is justified but you know) for the bias against her family—maybe freshwater monsters, especially mammalian ones, are seen as too close to land/humans and “not real water monsters”

+ the “very chill but fierce in defense of those she loves most” personality I’m probably giving her works well with the fact that botos are very cute but have some scary myths about them and what they can do

+ could potentially change her last name to de Rosa as a reference to the “Lagoona Pink” fan nickname, her new origin (if this is chosen), and the birth last name of the woman who designed the Lagoon Creature Mask (di Rossi)

— it would require keeping her pink, which a lot of fans aren’t fond of

— it would require getting rid of her gills and scales because dolphins don’t have those

— her leg and arm fins would be less justified if she’s a dolphin shapeshifter. Although I wouldn’t get rid of them because they’re too iconic

— some of the boto myths are frankly disturbing in a way that i don’t necessarily want attached to this version of the character?

— it would require making her a freshwater monster and Gil a saltwater monster and I don’t know how people feel about that

Skylla and Kharybdis

+ I think it would be really fun if Skylla and Kharybdis were in lesbians and had a teenage daughter

+ original lagoona had 1 sea monster and 1 nymph parent, and both are sea monsters and Skylla was, in some tellings, initially a nymph, so that’s a fun continuity nod

+ she stays a sea monster with fins and scales and such

+ justifies her having a lot of teeth which I just think is fun, even if she never uses them really

+ kharybdis justifies g3 type water powers more or less

+ she could maybe be childhood friends with deuce or something? Because they would both have lesbian greek myth moms

— a little harder to justify she’s from Brazil (which is something I do want to have her be)

[aethling]

welpppp. had a fun gender fight tonight.

bloodletting (the vampire song) came on the radio and my dad was like ah yes this song reminds me of how in my day goths used to dress in all black, go to the mall parking lot at night, smoke cloves and talk about vampires. and then after the song he’s like you know what my name would be if i was a vampire? ~damian nightshade~ and it was all laughs hahaha

yeah anyway so that reminded me of something i was going to have to do soon. that made me uncomfortable af. telling my family members my name now that it’s changed. and the joke was a good enough segue. why not do it tonight yeah?

godddd okay so i’m all stuttery.. i even fucking start with “so you guys are angry enough already right?” cus they were bitching all night. so i’m like actually.. um *my* name is damian… it has been for months and i’ve signed it on the “preferred name” parts on one of my college app docs and i’m gonna be going by that now. cool?

and this is when my parents flipped tf out omg

my reasoning: it’s the same amount of syllables as my dead name, it sounds similar to dane, dane is one letter off from lane (one of my dads bros), it’s a common white guy name (#86 on the baby charts even), and for some reason my brain just plain latched onto damian idk

what my parents heard: i want to name myself after the antichrist in the omen

anyway after much screaming and arguing, i feel drained lmaoo

among their lovely retorts:

i thought you were going by dane? what’s wrong with dane we liked dane it was like delaney how can you expect us to call you damian?? (notice how in this one they admit that they knew good and well what my chosen name was and they had been consciously refusing to use it. this instance where they insisted they were attached to dane is the first time they’ve fucking called me dane. [not including danes or daney cus that was just the nicknames for delaney they‘ve used since i was little] i try to change it to something they hate worse and suddenly they’re so fucking attached to dane. uh huh yeah whatever)

everyone’s gonna assume you’re a witch! the antichrist in the movie you’ve never seen is named damian! that’s a goth name! it’s a demonic name! how could we call you that? (i literally don’t know how to explain to them that this makes it 300% cooler now lol that’s a fucking benefit actually)

*hysterical laughing* we’ll start calling you nightshade! ~damian nightshade~ *more high pitched hysterical laughing*

i am not calling you damian. you cannot change your name to that. why? BECAUSE I DONT LIKE IT

and my favorite: why didn’t you ask us before deciding on your name? i get a say in it because i birthed you! this is so disrespectful (she actually said this i’m not even exaggerating)

my sibling also in the car was like um that’s a common name i think you guys are just being crazy rn. lol thanks kid. and then they he/him’d me to them for the first time! ah :D! “just let him go by damian godd” gonna live in my head now thank you sibling

anyway idk why i try anything anymore. whatever i got some furniture from ikea out of them today so let em be pissy