#squick: alcohol

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

i keep reading steddie fics where they drink and smoke weed at the same time and it's like. my guy. as someone who has whited out before this is not going to be a good time for you

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 14 all chapters

warnings: The Author is choosing not to spoil the chapters with super specific warnings, (honestly they annoy me, sry). From here on out, expect sexual content. This is a yandere fic. If you have squicks, you probably shouldn't be reading this. Ye've been warned. I love you all. Carry on. 😘

-However, when you get back to your hostel, you find the doors are locked. It’s not even that late, and they actually fucking locked you out. Only then do you see the sign outside that proclaims they in fact will do this at the ridiculously early hour of ten o’clock.

“Shit.”

Seemingly calmer now, John slings an arm around your shoulders against the night’s chill. “I’ll get you a room in my hotel;” he promises. “It’s my fault I kept you out so late.”

You would be a liar if you pretended you did not consider the possibilities of this arrangement.

John is staying in a beautiful old boutique hotel with an ornate carved stone façade and wrought iron balconies. As it turns out the room directly next to his is vacant. A miracle, considering it’s the height of the season. He takes you up to get you settled, and brings you one of his t-shirts to sleep in.

Somewhere along the way he’s lost his suit jacket and tie, and you are hypnotized by the sight of him in just his shirt, his trim waist on display.

“Will you help me with my zipper?” you ask. You’re not being completely conniving. A kind comrade at the hostel did assist you in getting dressed in your dorm room.

He helps you like a gentleman with no real funny business, pulling the fine fastening down. You know he can’t help but brush the bare skin of your spine a little with his fingertips, but it is a fight not to squirm with the desire that small touch ignites within you again, moist heat pooling between your thighs. When he finishes the gesture with a seemingly innocent caress of the tops of your shoulders, you burn.

You turn in his arms, feeling the dress falling down your shoulders as you do, and stand on tiptoe to press your lips to his. He freezes for a single moment before his arms wrap around you in answer, holding you so hard you fear your bodies might fuse. He kisses you like he intends to eat you, his tongue sweeping your mouth and warring with yours, his teeth grazing the swell of your lower lip.

A part of you wonders how long its been, since he’s touched a woman. Since his wife passed? Is that why his hands shake as they slide into your hair, pulling just hard enough to get your attention? His mouth finds the line of your neck, branding you with kisses on your sensitive skin. Somehow, your hands work just enough to undo the first three buttons of his shirt, before he catches your mitts in his.

“Wait…” It is hard to tell if it is a request or an order, caught between a pant and a growl. He kisses you again, bending you over backwards and stealing your breath away. “You have had a lot to drink, and I am trying to do this the right way, and I am barely holding on. Please, y/n.” He presses his forehead to yours, as though he can will you to understand what is going on in that mysterious mind by osmosis alone.

“It’s ok,” you try to soothe him, hardly recognizing your own voice. “I want you. I want you so much, and for so long…” If he thinks this all was just a whim of yours brought on by too much alcohol, boy is he mistaken.  

A yip of surprise escapes you as suddenly he lifts you in his arms, as though you weigh nothing at all, carrying you to the bed and pressing you down into the soft mattress with hands on your shoulders, breathing heavily. You reach for him again, starving little thing that you are, but he catches your hands in his. “Stop.”

Thoroughly chastised, you freeze. Again, there’s that steely tone. Wide eyed, you look up at him, his hair a wavy mess from your fingers, his shirt half undone. He is beautiful, and there is something wild in his eyes that takes your breath away.

You are so confused. What did you do wrong?

He lets out a ragged sigh as he straightens, running his fingers through his hair.  

You are soothed a little, when he touches your lifted knee lightly, running fingertips down the blade of your bare shin. With precise fingers he unties the bows of your shoes at your ankles, removing them from your feet and setting them on the floor at the foot of the bed.

The moment his hands are absent from your skin you whine, knowing you sound like a cat in heat, but absolutely too drunk on desire as much as booze to care.  

“Shh,” he says, gentler this time. “We can talk about this in the morning. Right now, you need to get some rest.”

He touches your bare foot, tracing the arch, dwarfing it in his big hands, before turning to go. You sense you really are about to lose him for the night, and in your desperation you play your last card, not knowing where you get the cheek or the bravery to do so.

“But Mr. Wick…” you whine, and he freezes in his tracks. You can see the tension thrumming between his powerful shoulders, fighting with the decision to stay or to go. “Sir, haven’t I been a good girl?”

He turns back to you then, those burning dark eyes narrowed down at you. Just that single look floods you with a searing wave of heat, and you soak through your panties for the umpteenth time that evening. You press your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the agonizing ache this man inspires between your legs.

You’ve never actually done this before with a man, but some woman’s intuition in you knows that at last, you’ve got him in the bag.  

“Young lady, do you know what game you’re playing?” he warns, taking a step closer to the bed.

Maybe he’s right to caution you, but you’ve come too far now to care. “I need you.”

At least that much is true.  

He lets out a shuddering sigh, taking the remaining step to bring him back to you. You reach for him as he bends down, but he catches your hands again with a tut-tutting sound. You are beginning to think he doesn’t want you to see what’s beneath his shirt—which seems absurd, because from what you felt he’s fucking gorgeous and frankly, way fitter than you.

“These stay here,” he directs, pressing your hands above your head. His tone is not harsh this time, but low, still unyielding as stone. You reckon he’s a man who is used to being obeyed. It’s not your strong suit, but there is something buried in you that finds this new game unusually titillating.

“Or what?”

This wins you a dark little chuckle that lifts the hairs all over your body.

“Or, else.”

Something in that last word makes you squirm, and again you press your thighs, the ache you feel there bordering on pain. “Okay,” you agree breathily, too crazed by lust to care how ridiculous you must sound.

Finally, his lips are on yours again, a soft kiss with the barest slide of tongue that only leaves you wanting more, your nipples drawn to painful peaks. You whimper as he withdraws to kiss your throat, then lower on your chest.

“Shh, you needy thing,” he admonishes softly. “Good girls don’t whine.”

Somehow you manage to catch your next little sound in your throat, though it still comes out a strangled peep. You feel him smile over your breast, before he gives the bodice of your dress the slightest tug. In your current state it’s all it takes to bare your pebble-hard nipple to him, which he kisses with tenderest care, flicking his tongue over the bud. It sends spears of pleasure straight to your loins, and in that moment you think you really might die from wanting this man. You writhe beneath him, and without thinking your fingers find their way to his hair, grabbing soft fistfuls of dark curls in your desperation.

Immediately, he stops.

“What did I say about those?”

Suddenly you are on the edge of tears.

“I can’t….”

He stands, and you watch with fascination as those sure fingers flick open the silver buckle of his belt. He whips the leather from the loops with a crack. The sound startles you, your heart skipping a beat in your chest. The tent in his pants is more than impressive, but there is a sharp glint in his eye, and you can’t help but worry a little about what he intends to do with that belt.

With the leather doubled in his hand he caresses the line of your shins. You cannot help but part your legs a little, and he smiles. It’s almost a cruel curl of lips, but you are a broken thing, and all you can manage is anticipation mixed with the slightest bit of fear for what he has planned for that designer strip of leather.

“You will,” he corrects you, looping the belt around your wrists and making a knot. It doesn’t hurt, but…you are genuinely trapped. “Where do these go?”

With a sigh you return them above your head.

“What was that?”

“Here, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Those four words utterly wreck you.

He returns his attention to your bent legs, his fingertips ghosting up your thighs, higher and higher to disappear under the lace of your skirt. You sigh with relief when his fingers hook in the sides of your silk panties, slowly drawing them down your hips. He smiles wickedly at the damp little bundle in his big hand.

“These are ruined.” He sounds so very pleased about it as he slides them into his pocket.

“Before we even went to dinner,” you confess, and it’s absolutely true. The sharp look he pays you is a breathtaking mix of awe and hunger.

“You really want me so much?” There is an incongruous vulnerability in this question that tugs at your heartstrings, as though he can hardly believe it.

At this point, you might as well go for broke. Maybe he’ll feel less like he’s taking advantage of you if you admit, “I’ve missed you. From the moment I left I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

  A pained sound escapes from low in his throat at hearing it, and he sits on the bed beside your feet, his touch agonizingly light upon the backs of your calves. He meets your eyes unwaveringly as he pushes your legs apart, gentle but exacting.

You are putty in his hands.

He ducks to kiss just the inside of your knee, lingering there as he looks down upon you completely bared to him. You are sure he can see your folds glistening and swollen, needing him with every iota of your being.

Yet he sits completely still, and the next sound you make more resembles a frustrated little snarl.

“Did you just growl at me?” You can tell by his voice that he is inwardly laughing at you.

Wondering what punishment that would entail, you hold your breath to stay silent.

He ducks lower then, nipping at the inside of your thigh with a harsh little suck, and you know there will be a bruise there in the morning.

“You’re like a fierce little kitten with her claws out. Big eyed and soft and so fucking adorable.”

You’re not sure if you like this or not, but his mouth continues downward, and as he nears the apex of your thighs you forget all about it. When his tongue touches your clit you make a sound like a sob; you’ve never felt anything so good in your life. He circles you slowly, paired with hard laps of the flat of his tongue, and you cannot help but arch into him. The sliding pressure of one of his long fingers inside you is heaven, and yet somehow, not enough.

“God, I want you,” you plead as you writhe against his skilled ministrations. “Let me cum on your big cock buried inside me?”

He makes a low sound deep in his throat in answer, the vibrations themselves are nearly enough to push you over the edge. You feel him shake his head no slowly in answer, his tongue a menace and a marvel as it kneads your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Please?”

You forget everything in the throes of your desire for him, maybe even your own fucking name, and that is when you make the mistake of moving your hands again, touching his soft hair with your fingertips to get his attention.

He looks up at you then, and you’re not sure how just the lift of an eyebrow can communicate such volumes, but as his eyes meet yours you know you fucked up.

He abandons you in your need, standing beside the bed again. You are too astonished to say anything, just watching him in pure agony. His eyes flick to your wrists, as though he’s considering leaving you trussed like a Christmas goose, before he releases the belt with two sharp tugs.

“We can try this again tomorrow.”

“John…” you’re finally able to protest, hating the broken sound of your voice, your every nerve at painful attention. “Mr. Wick…”

He doesn’t look back until he reaches the door, turning to look over his shoulder with his hand on the handle. He brings his index finger to his mouth, licking the juices you left there, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Don’t even think about touching yourself. That sweet little pussy is mine.”

Shocked and dumbfounded, you watch as he makes his exit through the adjoining door, and locks it behind him. You hear the click, and in all your frustration you throw a pillow across the room, certain he can hear your enraged little shriek.

He makes no answer, letting you stew in the anguish of your unfulfilled desire.

[variousqueerthings]

I'm intrigued...who is Sick Boy?

SICK BOY!!!!

@le-red-queen I'M BEING ASKED QUESTIONS ABOUT SICK BOY WHAT A GREAT DAY!!!!!!!!!!

sick boy is a useless silly little criminal baby boy punk who's addicted to heroin

he's one of the ensemble of the movie trainspotting which i would recommend with a whooole bunch of content warnings if you have triggers or squicks

it's an iconic movie based on an iconic book, about a group of scottish addicts who rail at the nature of the world around them and the hypocrisy of 90s capitalism (ohhh sweet summer children), but also double-cross each other, have anger issues, drag each other down, and fuck up their own lives in various ways -- the score is also a work of art!

sick boy's character in this story is someone who pretends to be generally unaffected by the life they're in, obsessed with james bond, and on the whole the somewhat shallow it-girl of the team, if you will, but there are a lot of strong clues in the first film that suggest that he feels far more than he lets on, and he goes through his own personal tragedy in the movie as well

but yeah he's kind of head-empty bimbo too

in the sequel, x amount of years later, the writing decided to focus more on him and his dynamic with the lead character, renton (played by ewan mcgregor), and where their lives have ended up now they're no longer youths who can push away the accountability for their own lives and the world around them. it leans more heavily on them having a lot of homoerotic tension, and having had A Past in which they were best friends and how becoming addicts gradually pulled them from one another, but maybe they'll find their way back again who knows, which is a little different from the first movie in which the outlook is generally quite bleak (they're both quite bleak, but the first one is by far the more tragedy-based narrative)

all grown up sick boy, still a bimbo

the other two leads of this dynamic are begbie and spud, and they do have large parts to play in both of the stories as well. fun links, begbie is played by robert carlyle who's in plunkett & macleane with JLM and he's been very open about playing the former of these roles as a closeted gay man... the latter is my own imagination, but i see you mr robert carlyle (yeah I originally wrote richard idk why either, sorry i did that to u mr carlyle)

but yeah. trainspotting. amazing movie. unfortunately all your brother's edgy friends are into it too, it's kind of one of those "if your boyfriend's favourite films are american psycho, fight club, the matrix, and trainspotting, run" movies, but you know. don't hold that against it 😂

the sequel: a bit self-indulgent, but I'm the person being indulged and it's genuinely fun seeing these actors who've remained close throughout all these years return to some of their career-making roles, and explore a little more of the book lore + look, i read too much into it maybe, but both ewan mcgregor and JLM are recovering alcoholics, and seeing them as middle-aged men playing the parts of recovering addicts, it's... good. i think this movie is good, in a very different way to the first one. renton and sick boy do not make out, but there's a character who says they're definitely in love and ought to fuck, and she's so right for that

in conclusion:

highly recommend it

[twig-tea]

Shadow the series: hopefully an enabling post

I want as many people as are interested to be able to watch this series so as promised: Here's a non-spoilery summary of potential triggers and squicks in Shadow the Series eps 1-7.

The really brief version: this show is really good, lots of intense things happening with family trauma, family violence, mental health, and abuse, but the actual supernatural stuff is pretty mild and the gore and violence is very minimal. There are also light comedy moments, and pining, and friendship, and the mystery is fun to watch unravel, so I didn't find it too spooky (but I have a high spooky tolerance so you may want to take breaks or otherwise do what you need to).

Ep1

Vomiting

Some creepy music

Slight jump scares

Depictions of drowning

Homophobic slurs

Bullying (including punches)

Scars (potentially self-harm but it's not clear)

Mention of ghosts, non-graphic ghost, creepy amorphous smoke

Ep2

References to hypnosis, potential gaslighting or hallucinations, uncertainty of reality

Institutional homophobia

Bullying (non-graphic)

Homophobia

Mention of possible teacher/student relationship (potentially unrequited)

Ep3

Bullying, homophobia

Mention of dead bodies

Mention of ghosts

Mention of family violence

Depictions of drowning

Flickering lights

Mild corporal punishment

Non-graphic ghost

Mentions of cancer

Creepy grinning (lmao idk how else to list this)

Ep4

Mentions of cancer and treatment including deteriorating physical state

Depictions of deteriorating mental state

Depiction of end-of-life medical care in hospital

Depictions of family violence (yelling, grabbing, threats, slapping, kicking, beating, threats with a gun) of both a mother and child

Hospitalization for mental illness, psychosis

Mention of antidepressants

Threatening someone's freedom with hospitalization

Accusations of infidelity

Depiction of suicide by hanging (not the actual death, just the body in partial shot)

Description of what sounds like childhood sexual assault from the perspective of a child (non-graphic, vague)

Depictions of alcoholism

Child neglect (feeding a child food they are allergic to)

Allergic reaction in a child

Beating (not too graphic but there is blood on knuckles and blood on face shown)

Funeral, death of a parent (mother and father)

Floating body

Ep 5

Floating body

Systemic inertia (probably not triggering but seriously infuriating)

Mentions of narcotic use

Mentions of bipolar disorder

Creepy mask

Casual mentions of father's death

Implied one-sided teacher/student crush (student hugging teacher from behind)

Non-graphic ghost

Homophobia, bullying

Teacher/student relationship (kissing, implied sexual relationship between older woman and younger male)

Negative self-talk around mental illness and medicating mental illness

Descriptions of hallucinations

Ep6

Smoking (supposed to be marijuana but looks like manufactured cigarettes)

Wet dream resulting from an erotic-coded moment with amorphous smoke (idk how to properly warn for this lol)

Scratches on body (ambiguous source)

Mentions of pregnancy

Implied infidelity (by a married couple)

Slap

Bite, punches

Non-graphic ghost, mild jump scare

Creepy "fun house" with decorations including a lot of bloody handprints/blood-sprayed walls, creepy clown, distorting mirrors, screaming, flashing light, red lighting

Ep7

Creepy "fun house" with decorations including a lot of bloody handprints/blood-sprayed walls, creepy clown, distorting mirrors, screaming, flashing light, red lighting

Multiple people punched in the head, bruised faces from being punched in the mouth (mostly student-on-student but one parent punching their child)

Mild jump-scare with a loud sound

Vision of multiple bodies on the ground, with pools of blood (brief, no visible wounds, gore is mild)

Clothed heavy makeout between married female teacher and male student

Flash of someone blindfolded and someone with a gun

Implied sexual dream with amorphous smoke

Mention of loss of a limb, dripping of blood (no wound visible)

Mentions of drug use (spoon over a flame shown, implying heroin)

Depictions of someone dying by firing squad as a death sentence (death not shown)

Non-graphic ghost

Someone being choked

The preview for the second half has a bunch more stuff, but nothing that hasn't been warned for in the first half (choking, punching, hanging, creepy mask, amorphous smoke, etc.)

[bloodfin]

✭・.・✫

Rain Ghoul x Dewdrop Ghoul x Phantom Ghoul (plus some background polyghouls)

Rated: E for Explicit, 18+ only

Word Count: 4.347

Summary: Dew spills some wine on Rain's pretty moonrise outfit; shenanigans ensue

Pronoun tags for this fic: She/Her Rain, He/Him Dewdrop, He/They Phantom (everyone has a dick today)

Warnings: pre-existing relationships (and therefore pre-existing kink negotiations), ma'am kink, mommy kink, alcohol consumption, blood kink/drinking, spitting, aether is always a little stressed (and gets called daddy once), handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, spit as lube, anal sex, dumbification, come play, come eating, there is so much come, praise kink, knotting, breeding kink (very mild and only if you squint but just in case), horribly unreliable narrator, no beta we die like nihil; as is typical of my writing sensitive kink (mommy in this case) has been italicized and bolded for easy skipping - i know this isn't a kink for everyone, please keep yourself safe

Author’s Note: as always please mind the tags and don't read if anything squicks you out! i fear my brainrot is now terminal and i am making that everyone else's problem (sorry). if i missed a tag in the warnings or you think i should add something please let me know - i try and be thorough! enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

additional disclaimer: this is about literal demons straight from hell and has absolutely nothing to do with the actual band members of Ghost, unless someone dyed themselves blue or gold and we all missed it

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Vernal equinox had passed, but the ghouls were still in celebration mode, the walls of the den overflowing with small paper flowers. The pink moon was due to rise - the first full moon of spring always cause for extra celebration. It was welcomed around the abbey by all members for ushering in growth and change, solidifying partnerships of all sorts. 

Phantom, Aurora, and Dew decorated while Sunshine and Cirrus cooked, the den slowly filling with the warm smell of freshly baked bread. Mountain and Aether were arranging the plants to best receive the moon's energy, while Swiss and Cumulus worked on setting up a large nest in the center of the den. 

The only one absent from the preparations was Rain, but her packmates were certain that she would come by when she was ready if she felt so called. Every moonrise was different, but this moon in particular had a strong effect on her. Sometimes the pull was so intense she would spend the evening at the bottom of the lake worshiping in her own way, or she would slink away with the other water ghouls of the abbey. 

Today, however, she wanted to play with her pack, painting her face with a gentle pink blush and lipstick. It stood out beautifully against her navy-freckled teal skin, making her sharp teeth seem even brighter. She hummed at her reflection once she finished smudging her eyeliner, the red she put on the waterline bleeding into faded black. Predatory. 

Rain was flicking through her closet when the smell of dinner wafted under her door, her ears flickering once they picked up on the sound of quiet laughter. She huffed, passing over dress after dress, jumpsuit after crop top, nothing feeling quite right or looking as powerful as the moon was making her feel. She was fiddling with her belly ring when her eyes landed on a small black skirt next to the laundry that she had been meaning to return. One more wear wouldn’t make her anymore late on giving the clothing back to its rightful owner, right? 

“Perfect,” she smiled to herself, wriggling into the skintight black leather miniskirt, sporting a slit that left absolutely no thigh to the imagination. It hugged every part of her perfectly, highlighting where her cock was straining against a too small pair of panties. Once satisfied with its placement she put on a black lace bandeau, followed by a sheer black crop top. 

The only thing missing was shoes, and she slipped into pink heels that matched her lipstick before heading out the door, her tail wagging slowly through the air. 

When she rounded the corner into the den’s common room the air shifted, the whole pack taking a collective breath when they saw her. 

“Wow,” Swiss whispered under his breath, his foot tapping rapidly under the table. 

“Mo- mo- mom-m-” 

Phantom was stuttering, frozen in place before Cumulus clapped her hand over his mouth, whispering in their ear. 

“She will eat you alive baby. Let her get settled, she just got here.” 

Their ears started to twitch like he was going to make a move, but when they saw how Rain's teeth seemed to glow in the light he nodded, leaning into Cumulus's side, content to watch for the moment. Dew, however, was not. He wanted Rain near him always, and especially now. 

Dew was probably a little too inebriated to be attempting anything close to chivalry, but anytime he saw Rain like this his brain deflated while his blood supply funneled south. 

“Saved you a chair, beautiful,” he hummed, standing to pull out the seat beside his own. 

He should have left his glass on the table, really, but the thought didn't cross his mind until he bumped into Rain, burgundy wine sloshing out of his glass to drip down her exposed stomach. The room was still, Mountain having sucked in a sharp breath while Aether started to stand, readying himself to intervene. The sparkle of Dew's skin began to fade as his face fell, turning to run into the kitchen for a towel. 

He didn't make it very far, Rain's hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck. She pulled him back and pushed him to his knees, leaning on the chair. 

“Clean your mess, Dewdrop.” 

Aether breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back into his chair while the color returned to Phantom's face, eager to see what was next. His tail thumped quietly on their chair. 

Dew looked at Rain for a brief moment before dropping his head, speaking quickly. 

“Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.” 

Rain's eyes dilated and her fingers flexed, breath stuttering for just a moment when Dew’s hot tongue met the cool skin of her stomach, lapping up the wine. He made sure to clean around the band of her skirt first, knowing how much she hated stains. 

Once he felt the area was thoroughly cleaned he delicately worked his way to her belly button, wrapping his tongue around the glittery, dangling jewelry and sucking it clean. He tongued around the attached belly chains, not wanting to miss a single drop. There was a quiet moan from behind them, but Dew didn't dare lift his eyes, focusing instead on the beautiful creature before him.

Rain stuck her hand out and Cirrus placed Dew's half spilled glass of wine into it, complimenting her skirt. 

She smiled while she swirled the glass in her hand, bringing it to her nose for a quick sniff. 

“Thank you, I've been meaning to return it -” 

Cirrus's laugh sounded like little bells in the wind. 

“Please, keep it. You look better in it then I do.” 

Rain smiled and bent to the side, knocking their horns together. “You're too sweet to me Cici, I'll be sure to properly thank you later.” 

She smiled back, blowing her a soft kiss before returning her attention back to Mountain, tugging him from the table and towards the nest. Chairs scraped on the floor as everyone shuffled around, still watching Rain and Dew’s exchange.  

Rain studied the glass of wine in her hand, turning it slowly. It was her favorite one, thick and full bodied, a few citrus notes at the end. 

Expensive. 

“How many dicks did you have to suck to get this?” 

Dew shrugged while lapping at her cool skin. It didn’t matter to him so he didn't keep count, he would do anything for his mate. Anything to see her smile, even if he wasn't sure she'd attend the evening festivities. 

“Four,” Sunshine giggled from Cumulus's lap. Rain purred, licking the tips of her fangs. 

Dew had finished his task and was sitting back on his heels, looking up to watch Rain take another sip of the wine. His tongue darted out from between his lips with a quiet whimper. Rain looked down at him, one perfectly done brow raised. 

“Need more?” 

Dew nodded his head rapidly before opening his mouth wide, groaning when Rain slipped her thumb into his mouth, pulling at his cheek. She took a large sip of wine before setting the glass down, bending at the waist to bring her lips to Dew's. His sharp gag as he struggled to swallow triggered a series of muffled groans and the slick sounds of hands meeting wet skin. 

“Thank you ma'am,” he panted, struggling to speak around her thumb. He rolled his head to the side, exposing his thick veins and the silvery scars of their prior couplings. 

“Got plenty for you, too, if you need.” 

Dew often begged to be bitten where his gills once were, aching to feel something there again. But now he was offering in submission, to let Rain take what she needed under the power of the moon. 

Her tongue darted out of the corner of her mouth as she looked him up and down. 

With a quick nod of her head Dew was scrambling towards the nest, quickly divesting himself of his clothes as he went. She slowly followed him, sinking to her knees to pull his back to her chest, running her nose along his neck. 

“Please,” Dew sighed, flexing his claws against his thighs.

Rain inhaled deeply against his cinnamon-scented skin, fangs fully dropping before she sank them into the crook of his neck, blood quickly filling her mouth. He groaned low, the pitch only going higher when she took his hard cock into her hand, slowly stroking him from root to tip as she drank. 

“Rainy,” Aether warned gently from across the nest, voice cracking with the way Swiss had his mouth wrapped around his cock. 

She pulled herself from Dew's neck, licking at the corner of her mouth to gather a drop of his shimmering blood. 

“Don’t worry so much daddy, Dewdrop knows his limits. Would never hurt him more than he wants, promise.” 

“All good Aeth,” Dew agreed, raising a thumbs up which quickly dropped back to the pillows with a loud purr when Rain started to clean the wounds at his neck. Her tongue slowly worked around each puncture, her fist mimicking the movements of her mouth against the quickly darkening head of his cock. 

Aether nodded and fell back on his elbows, digging his fingers into Swiss’s hair, determined to enjoy the first night off in… a while. But a set of eyes still remained fully planted on Rain and Dew, the movement of a flickering tail catching her attention from the corner of her eye. 

“You okay bug? Not in the mood to play?” 

Dew barely opened his eyes, biting into his lower lip with a groan as Rain gently stroked him. 

“Wanted to watch, if that's okay with you both mm-ma'am.” 

Dew was nodding before he even finished their sentence, and Rain was grinning like a shark, Dew's crimson blood smeared all over her lips and chin. She didn't miss the way Phantom's eyes dropped to her mouth, watching her lick another spot clean. 

“Just want to watch?” 

Phantom blinked hard before forcing their eyes away from the mess, chewing at the corner of his lip. 

“He um… He just smells really good.” 

“Would you like a taste, sweetness?” 

Phantom nodded eagerly, eyes back on her mouth. “Please ma'am, please.” 

Rain beckoned him over with two crooked fingers, stifling a laugh at the eager way Phantom's tongue licked across her chin. Dew whined in her lap, quickly hushed by the drag of her pre soaked fingers up his chest to toy with the bar running through his nipple. 

Phantom hummed as he licked at her lips and chin, quiet thank you's between their breaths. 

“So polite,” Rain smiled, holding his chin to kiss them deep and slow. Phantom groaned when she slipped her tongue into their mouth, filling him with the taste of a beachside bonfire and hot iron. It was intoxicating, and they would let her have every ounce of air in his lungs if they could stay just like this forever. 

When they broke apart Phantom was a panting mess, claws digging into his own thighs. 

“Thank you mommy -” 

They paused, blinking his eyes and shaking their head to clear it. 

“Sorry thank you mommy -”

Another huff, trying to hide a whine that would rival Dew's. 

“I'm sorry momm- ma’am. Thank you ma’am.” 

Rain just smiled as she twisted Dew’s nipple between her fingers, his keen cutting through the heavier sounds of fucking that had filled the room. The way her head was tilted probably should've sent Phantom running, but instead his cock kicked against their thigh, a shiver running up his back. 

“So dumb you're having trouble speaking and I've only kissed you. Don't worry sweet little bug, mommy will take good care of you.” 

Phantom choked on their inhale as pre blurted on his leg, and Dew whined even louder, drawing Rain's attention back to him. His cock was weeping freely, begging for release while she kept teasing at his chest, working her other hand under his chin to turn him towards her. 

“Did you lose your words too?” 

Dew groaned when she started to slide her hand back towards his cock, lifting his hips to try and meet her. 

“You know I love your voice Dewdrop, if you need a moment you can watch Phantom and I play for a while.” 

Phantom's tail smacked against the pillows so quickly it sounded like someone running down the hall. Dew shook his head, voice just starting to splinter with need. 

“No ma'am, need you. Need you please.” 

“What do you need,” she cooed, pushing a lock of golden hair behind his half drooped ears. 

“Want - need your cock, your knot. Need you to fill me ‘til I swell with you, please, need you so bad.” 

Rain hummed, tapping her fingers along Dew's length while he squirmed. Phantom crept closer, kneeling in front of the pair, fangs poking into their lower lip. 

She paused, looking across both Phantom and Dew, finally settling on an idea. 

“Phantom, sweetness, you're being so good. Do you want a nice hot dick in your mouth?” 

“Please, mommy.” 

“Excellent,” she purred, kneeling tall behind Dew as she folded him to the floor.

“Why don't you come get this skirt off, without ripping it, while I get Dew all worked open hm?” 

They smiled so wide Rain was sure his ears would fall off, scrambling to her side to examine the zipper. With careful fingers Phantom undid the clasp, gently sliding the zipper down while watching Rain run her nails down Dew's back, making him arch. 

He leaned in close to her to work the band of the skirt down, breath hitching when they caught the gentle scent of orange blossoms on a sea breeze. Rain was always dangerous, the sharp iridescent scales that framed her face and joints were a reminder of that. But right now, she was deadly. 

A whine bubbled up from their throat when the band of her skirt caught on her cock, unable to bring it any lower. Rain glanced down to find Phantom gently pawing at her, looking up at her with big sad eyes. 

“Wanna be good and help you, but it's stuck. Don't wanna ruin your pretty skirt.” 

“Sweet little bug.” 

She smiled as she stood, gently ruffling their mop of hair before letting the skirt pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and her shoes, returning to her spot behind Dew. Phantom's mouth watered at the sight of her cock hard and leaking into delicate pink lace, barely contained. 

She brought two fingers to his lips, tapping them as she spoke. 

“Get these nice and wet for me, then you can have a taste.” 

Dew groaned loud, wrapping his tail around Rain's free wrist. He pushed his ass further up, hips swaying slightly. 

Phantom moaned around Rain's fingers, wrapping their tongue around her long digits while sucking at the tips. When they pulled away he made sure to leave a thick line of saliva up her fingers, watching with rapt attention as she smeared it around with her thumb. 

She nodded her head towards Dew's exposed hole, telling him to spit. They were happy to oblige, sticky with want themselves, aching to make Rain happy. He trilled when she hummed with approval, bringing her wet fingers to Dew's hole, pressing the tip of her index finger inside. Dew's gasp was anything but quiet. 

“You're both being so good for me,” Rain praised, shifting on her legs to make the bulge of her cock more prominent. Phantom couldn't help the thin line of saliva that dripped from their fangs and down his chin. 

“Come have a taste, Ant.” 

Phantom eagerly licked across his lips, dipping down to settle against Rain's lap. They began to mouth at her cock through her already too wet panties, running his tongue up and down her length. She purred low, her free hand working into their hair while the other pressed into Dew. 

“Just the best bug, sweetest little thing,” she cooed. 

“Rainy,” Dew whined, wiggling back onto her fingers. “I need -” 

She curled her finger up, stroking against his prostate while shushing him gently. 

“I know baby, I know.” 

Dew adjusted his arms so he could rest his face against them, his back making a pretty arch. His golden skin always seemed to glitter most in dim light; he’d certainly be glowing once the moon fully rose.. Rain hummed as she worked a second finger into him, quickly followed by a third. She scissored them as much as she could, making sure Dew was starting to stretch. He was already leaking, a leftover trait from his time as a water ghoul, the slick sound filling the space. 

Phantom moaned at the sight, his drool further wetting Rain's cock. She rolled her hips gently against their chin, his attention quickly returning to suckling at her tip. 

“Please,” Dew whimpered, claws flexing into whatever poor cushion he latched on to, “ready for you now. Need to feel you, want it to ache.” 

Rain purred as she pulled her fingers from Dew, her other hand still nested in Phantom’s curls. 

“Don't worry baby, it's coming. Being so good for me. Showing off for Phantom, huh? Showing them how good you can be?” 

“Only for you ma'am,” Dew sighed, wiggling his little hips. 

Rain pinched at his nearly non-existent ass cheek before returning her attention back to Phantom, gently pulling him away from her cock. 

“Do you want to watch, or would you like to play with Dew?” 

Dew trilled, his answer obvious. Phantom had the sense to at least look like he was thinking about it before planting a kiss to her cheek and shuffling towards Dew's head, settling on their knees in front of him. 

Dew stretched out as much as he could, wrapping first his fist and then his tongue around Phantom's cock. Plum-flushed like Aether gets, although the purple was swirled with grey instead of gold. He hissed when Dew took them into his mouth, head dropping back at the heat of his tongue. 

Rain smirked as she watched them, taking her own cock in hand and pressing the head to Dew's hole. He leaned back into her, stretching himself between his partners, urging her to give him more. 

She wrapped her long fingers around the base of his tail and tugged, using the extra leverage to slide inside with a guttural moan. Dew responded with one of his own, muffled by Phantom pushing themself deeper down his throat. 

“Not gonna last,” Phantom grumbled, his hand locked around Dew's bun. “Feels too good.” 

“Mhm I know,” Rain smiled, rolling her hips to drive her cock straight against Dew's prostate. He popped off of Phantom with a little whine of protest, his breathing heavy when she began to pull at his puffy nipples. 

“Dewy isn't gonna last so long either, huh baby?” 

She asked with a particularly hard thrust into him, Phantom's eyes wide watching Dew's roll back into his head. They pulled from Dew’s mouth to rest for a moment, unwillingly to reach his end so soon. Dew’s mouth was legendary for a reason, after all. 

“Go ahead, get that pretty mouth on Dew's little cock, he wants it so bad.” 

Rain's words pulled them from their trance, blinking a few times with his head tilted just to the side before nodding quickly, shuffling back down to take Dew to the back of his throat. 

Rain wrapped one of her arms around Dew's waist and the other tangled back into Phantom's hair, rubbing gently at the sensitive skin behind their ear. Dew's hands were everywhere, flying from Rain's head to Phantom's, digging in his own thighs and pressing on Rain's, lifting his hips to help guide her into that perfect spot while desperately trying to not choke Phantom. 

She didn’t need the help, she knew Dew's body as well as she knew her own. Maybe better, even, with the way she had him moaning while dragging her cock over the perfect spot. Each roll of her hips was punctuated by one of his breathy sighs, adding to the cacophony of the room. 

Phantom for his part was chirping happily, licking long trails across the thick veins on the underside of Dew’s cock. When Rain pushed them forward he happily followed, swallowing around Dew's length with a pleased hum. Rain cooed at him from over Dew's shoulder, scratching behind his ear again before grabbing the back of his head. 

“Tap twice if you need to breathe, yeah?” 

Phantom brought his tail up and tapped the spade twice against her hand, rolling their hips gently into the nest of blankets below him. 

Rain smiled that far too toothy grin, thrusting into Dew and driving his cock further into Phantom's throat. Dew was all but jelly between them, held up by Rain's arm around his waist and Phantom’s hand pressed into his chest, his tail slowly tangling with Rain's in search of something more to hold onto. 

Phantom's tongue was good, great actually, Dew's thoughts on the matter filling the space as choked off babbling. When Phantom wrapped their tongue underneath Dew's head and sucked Dew was certain he'd open his eyes and be back in the pit, unholy pleasure running hot in his veins. 

Rain hooked her chin over Dew's shoulder, nuzzling at the space below his ear. 

“Don't swallow sweetness, let him dribble out of your mouth, down your face. That okay?” 

Phantom moaned in affirmation around Dew's length, nodding his head as best he could. It wouldn't be long now, Dew's balls were heavy in their hands, getting tighter with every thrust of Rain's hips driving him further into their mouth. 

She drove harder into him, and Dew's hands fisted Phantom's soft hair right next to Rain’s. 

“Rain, Rain, Rainy, fuck -” 

Dew's voice went high until it broke off, dying out as he painted inside Phantom's mouth. Phantom hummed as he took every drop, careful to not swallow. Once Dew had stopped pulsing they pulled away, sitting back with their head slightly tilted slightly forward before smiling, Dew's spend trickling out of his mouth and down their neck. 

“Fucking nasty,” Rain mumbled, pressing herself hard against Dew, grinding her hips to his ass. “Just how you like it, huh?”  

Dew nodded in agreement, his voice breaking on every whimper Rain pulled from him as she chased her own release. 

“Lay back bug, slide closer to me.” 

Phantom melted for her, nearly pressing themself into Dew's chest before dropping onto his back, tail shifting to rest on Dew’s thigh. They moaned when Rain wrapped her talented hand around his length, back lifting from the pillows. 

“Haven't even been touched yet,” she cooed, and Phantom shook their head. “Such a good, patient little thing.” 

Phantom nodded hard, like he was trying to say waiting for you. 

“Whenever you like, sweetness.” 

Their voice was trapped in his throat, muffled by every unholy sound Rain could pull from them as she worked his cock at the same tempo she nailed Dew, who was putty at this point. He was limp in her arms, begging for her release, her knot. For everything, for nothing, for all of it at once. 

Phantom wasn't sure how long they'd last, and when Rain rubbed her finger across his slit to gather a pearl of pre just to taste it they knew it wouldn't be long. 

She hummed in pleasure at the tang of him, mixed with the carbonated vanilla of their benzoin scent. Her hand quickly returned, long manicured fingers wrapping around their length, pulling in the most devastating way. 

Phantom could feel their eyes crossing as he watched, Rain's hand firm against him, the other tight around Dew. They brought their tail to where Rain and Dew’s were tangled together, joining the heap. 

Dew was crying now, his cock hard again, gold skin glistening. He begged, Rain purred, Phantom tried to keep their claws to themself but he looked so pretty, eyes screwed tight under a crown of sweat, his golden bun no longer neat and tidy. So they reached out, grabbing Dew by the base, feeling his little knot start to inflate under their hand. And if Phantom thought Dew had been crying before, well… He was really going now. 

“Little bug is being so sweet to you, aren't they,” Rain purred, licking below the shell of Dew's ear as she slowly ground her knot into his rim. 

“Yeah, yeah you both are. Need it ma'am, need your knot, need to cum -” 

The movement of Rain's hips became more frantic as she pressed more firmly into Dew, hissing when his tight body finally swallowed her knot, enveloping her in delicious heat. Dew keened, high pitched and devastated as he came into Phantom's hand, a string of thankyouthankyouthankyou falling from his wine stained lips. 

Dew was babbling, words broken and punctuated with breathy moans. Phantom wasn't much quieter, egging Dew on with their own muttering. C'mon Dewy, come for mommy. Make a mess, make me a mess. 

Rain followed quickly, the squeeze of Dew around her knot too much, biting into his neck with a groan from the depths of her throat. 

Phantom wasn't sure what brought them to the edge. Dew's hot come, the scent of his blood, the noise Rain made when she slid fully into his body. Maybe it was the way her calloused fingers rubbed against their frenulum with a talent flick of her wrist. All he knew was that they were floating, high in space, coated from the chin down in their own and Dew's release. 

He stirred when they heard Rain shuffling on her knees, laying down next to them with Dew tight in her arms. He hissed a little at the shuffle but it was good natured, her knot still buried tight inside his hole. Dew shuffled a bit closer, admiring the mess that was Phantom before turning his head to bat his lashes at Rain. 

“Go ahead Dew,” Rain smiled, blood dotting her lips. “Clean up your mess.”

[smallnico]

Okay I know these are basic but I actually think I haven't asked them yet. A rundown of Esper's favorites: favorite flower? Food? Drink? Animal? Color? Season?

a lot of these i hadn't thought about either, so thanks for the opportunity!!

flower: i don't know if this counts, since it's not really known for its flowers, but i would probably say rosemary.

i've written a little story where esper gets a gift of a sachet of rosemary from astarion, in part to help with the whole 'lingering smell of death' situation, so it has a lot of sentimental significance to them. that said, it's also pretty appropriate -- in addition to smelling nice and tasting nice, it's also said to purify and protect against negative and corruptive spiritual energy. some meanings i've found in terms of flower language are memory, love, lust, mourning, and fidelity, all of which are also appropriate lmao. it also looks like esper, a little -- so pointy and kind of evocative of spikier pine needles, so you don't want to get too close, but when you do the needles are actually pretty tender, and the flowers are a well-kept secret -- maybe you didn't realize that rosemary Had flowers, that it was just a leafy herb for seasoning, but it has a lot of beauty to it even beyond how useful and versatile it is.

food: roasted dwarf, obviously -- just kidding, though. esper's favourite food is probably sauteed mushrooms.

(and not just because the durge c*nnibalism stuff squicks me out a little, so i choose not to incorporate it more than i have to into esper's story.) esper actually doesn't like eating meat if they can help it. it feeds That Durge In Them, but that's why they don't like it. mushrooms, on the other hand, remind them in some small way of better times. they did grow up in the underdark, so they ate a lot of mushrooms as a kid!

drink: esper will drink anything that's given to them, but they're especially fond of mint tea.

esper used to be an absinthe and dark liquor enjoyer back in the bhaalist days, but ever since their lobotomy and necromancer vivisection experience, their old drow poison/alcohol tolerance is pretty much nonexistant, so they don't drink much alcohol. tea on the other hand is good for stress management, and mint tea in particular helps to bring up your energy level without caffeine, so it doesn't make it harder to sleep -- something esper, chronic bhaalspawn nightmare haver, struggles with enough as it is.

animal: no question here. cats!

it's partially a joke, but i associate esper pretty strongly with cats -- and in-game (though this is mostly my fault) i use speak with animals to prevent ever harming them (yes, i know about steelclaw and grub. not on my watch, larian), as well as other animals. esper has a soft spot for creatures, but they do have a particular affinity for cats and their ways of life. esper too pinwheels between being god's favourite little acrobatic obligate predator and being so cuddly and sweet. also, between being cool and aloof and careful, and being an absolute fucking bastard menace with a taste for mischief. if you've ever been stared at relentlessly by a cat, you understand how it feels to be stared at by esper.

colour: you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at them, but it's somewhere between teal and purple.

these are the colours i use to depict their magic, not coincidentally! even though the main non-black colour accent i use with esper in art is this purplish red, that's the colour i use when i want to depict The Urge, or bhaal. this is why their text bubbles in my comics are pink -- it's halfway between bhaal and esper. :>

season: now this is one i'm not sure about. they'd need to have a few more years accumulated of Experiencing Seasons before they'd be able to make up their mind, but i know in my heart it's probably autumn.

i have an easier time saying for certain what seasons esper hates, lmao. they hate summer. too much sun, too hot, too much Weather, too humid. again, they grew up in the underdark and spent a lot of their forgotten adult life either underground or prowling at night. they are more than happy with shorter days and cooler weather -- the only reason winter isn't their favourite season is because snow is a pain in the ass, and because esper runs hot (body temp wise) but not hot enough to dress how they usually like to when it's Actually Cold. and spring just means summer is coming, so to esper that makes it the sunday night of seasons. autumn is nice and cool, kind of spooky, dark, and full of the smell of things rotting (but in like a good way).

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THANKS FOR ASKINGGG you're a real one molly <333

[hobie-doh]

I'm pretty fast and loose with what I'll read, decent amounts of OOC don't bother me and all that, but exactly one Ryuji headcanon that I am hung up on will not allow me to read most adult AUs.

I just cannot deal with him drinking alcohol or smoking, I just cannot.

I associate them with his father, so I just cannot reconcile with him doing that.

Anyways yeah, no one need to feel bad for their personal squicks, sometimes they manifest in really weird ways.

[whumpshaped]

anon asked:

okay here comes an oddly specific whump scenario i like! i‘d love to see how you write it :)

whumpee struggles with some problems and tends to drown them out in alcohol. one day when they get home drunk in the middle of the night, their parents are waiting for them with a suitcase full of their stuff, giving it to whumpee and telling them that they are no longer welcome here. in their despair, whumpee calls the only very close friend they have (caretaker) for help. the problem is that whumpee is still very wasted and not making much sense. caretaker comes to pick them up and whumpee sobs into their shoulder. in the end whumpee comes to live at caretakers home <3

(not sure if it hits a squick for you as bad parents are involved in the beginning, if it does, feel totally free to either ignore this prompt or change it up. so that maybe whumpee gets thrown out of a group home or something)

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tw bad parents, alcohol, addiction whump, emeto

"We have enough problems between the two of us. We don't need an alcoholic of a child on top of it."

Whumpee staggered along the sidewalk, trying to drag their suitcase with one hand while dialling their friend with the other. Their phone's screen was cracked in several places, and with how drunk they were, they could barely make out the names of the contacts.

"It's fucked up," they muttered. Their tears were falling freely, further obstructing their already swimming vision. "It's fucked up, they're my parents. What do you mean you don't need me? Did I ask to be fucked into the world? Fuck you. Fuck you."

They tripped and caught themself in the last moment, feeling almost grateful that at least they didn't concuss themself. They decided to sit down on the nearest bench while they made the call; Caretaker didn't need to hear them fall on their ass in their drunken stupor in real time.

The phone barely rang two times when their friend picked up. "Whumpee?" They already sounded concerned. Whumpee tried to recall how many times they'd cried wolf recently, but they couldn't even remember. "Everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Hey... Can I come over?"

"Yeah, of course. Are you crying? What's going on?"

Fuck. "No, I'm just... outside. It's cold. So I'm sniffling."

"Why are you outside at 2 am?"

"What's it to you?" they snapped. "I was just– I was taking a walk, and then I thought... I wanted somewhere warm..."

"How much did you drink? Where are you? I'll pick you up. Are you gonna be okay until I get there?"

"I'm not a child. I'm fine. I'm, uh..." Whumpee tried to make out the name of the street, but the letters danced and swirled and made their head hurt. "Fuck, you know where I am, I'm in that... that area with the, like... the park, and the school, and..."

"Gotcha. Don't move."

"Wait–"

"Hm?"

Whumpee swallowed. "Can you stay on the phone? I don't like this place. Just put me on speaker or something while you drive. Please?"

"What do you mean you don't like it? Whumpee, are you okay? Is someone bothering you?"

"I'm fine! I'm fine, there's no one here, I..." Their voice broke as they looked around the empty street, barely illuminated by a lamp way too far away. "I'm alone. I'm so alone. Can you hurry?"

"Two minutes, angel. Sit tight."

Whumpee couldn't remember what they talked about while they waited. At some point they stretched out on the bench and almost fell asleep, and they didn't even realise they were hearing Caretaker's voice both from the phone and from a few feet away. They barely reacted when their friend shook them by the shoulders.

"What's with the suitcase, Whumpee?" Caretaker asked, worried out of their mind. Whumpee couldn't understand why. They hated their parents anyway. "What did your parents do? Did you run away?"

"'m sleepy," they slurred, closing their eyes again. "Take m' home... please..."

"Alright, alright. Up we go."

The whole world tilted as Whumpee was pulled upright, and they immediately turned away and retched. "Ugh... Gross... Sorry..."

"Don't worry about it," Caretaker said gently. "Let's go home."

[quotethemenevervore]

I cast 6000 words of angst upon ye

Thank you squishy for proof reading : D

@poprockpanda I know you wanted to read it and @local-squishmallow figured you wanted a tag too lol

Content Warnings: soft, safe g/t vore, injuries, alcohol, thoughts of death and dying in multiple different ways, and of course, lots of fear.

(I’m also gonna warn slight body horror, not very much but there’s some descriptions that might squick people out)

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It had been a couple months since Dream had last been in Las Nevadas. Quackity built the country back up, better than before, and had finally opened it fully to the public. The casino was especially popular, and despite barely having any staff left, he and Foolish had been managing pretty well.

So when he saw a familiar white mask, and a bright green hoodie moving around the casino floor from the table where he was dealing a hand of Poker, needless to say pissed was an understatement. He politely excused himself from the table, summoned Foolish to take over and gave a pointed glance to the admin, and went to confront him.

“What do you want.” He didn’t have any visible weapons on him, but it meant nothing to the avian. “Relax, Quackity. I’m not here for a fight. I’m just here for a game.” “A game of what? You should know good and well you aren’t allowed in my country.” “A simple game of cards.” The blackette scoffed, turning on his heel to call for the demigod, but Dream tutted at him. “Ah ah ah. I have something that might be of interest to you.” Scowling, he turned back. “What?” “A game of cards. Whichever of us wins, gets to eat them.” “Eat-“ and his words died completely in his throat as the other finally revealed his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

He could tell the color had drained from his face, ice having filled his veins at the sentence. It was the only words he could hear.

‘Whichever of us wins, gets to eat them.’

His eye flicked down, looking at the three shrunken men held captive in the admin’s hand. All three had the faces he imagined he had, teeth bared and eyes wide with disbelief and fear. It was only for the other two that Sapnap hadn’t just burned Dream, he knew that for a fact. Tommy was trembling, eyes open and brimmed with tears but not seeing. And Karl..

Well. He didn’t look so well. Satisfaction and worry warred against each other at the sorry state the brunette was in. Pale, sunken eyes, unkempt hair… it simply looked like he just stopped trying.

‘Or Dream did something to him before he brought him here.’

All at once, that satisfaction vanished, leaving anger to curl tightly in his core.

“Well?” “What game are we playing?” He gritted out, schooling his expression. The blonde grinned at the change of attitude. “Find us a private table, won’t you? We wouldn’t want the public knowing about this.” He shook his hand, jostling the three and getting yelps out of them. Quackity’s stomach twisted even further, and he walked past the admin, summoning him up to a playing table on a higher level. Secluded, away from everyone else.

“So what are we playing?” The avian pulled out a deck of cards, shuffling them while he waited for an answer. His eye remained trained on the other, ensuring no further harm came to the shrunken group. Dream seemed to sit in thought, and after a moment of contemplating, grabbed a nearby glass and dropped the trio into it, setting a coaster on top. A tawny brown liquid once filled the glass, but it had been drank to a thankfully miniscule amount, simply left there from the last party to have played at the table. Still, Quackity bit back a wince as he watched the liquor splash around them, soaking into their clothes and removing their air. Just as quickly, he flicked his hand over and moved the coaster, just enough to give them more.

He glared at Dream, unable to see his expression behind his new mask. “How about.. Blackjack?” Easy enough. He dealt the cards out, looking at his own. He just needed to get up to twenty, preferably twenty one. He did have a one in his hand, so perhaps he could get a perfect score. He laid his cards down, looking up at Dream, who did the same. “Hit me.” He grinned, dealing him another card.

They went back and forth for several rounds, both hitting to build up their scores, and Dream finally chose to stay. He hid his glee. He achieved it with the cards he had, that perfect twenty one. There was no way Dream had enough. And it was true, he laid his cards out to have twenty.

His hand reached for the glass, and Quackity grinned. “I don’t think so, Dream.” He laid out his cards, and watched Dream count them. And re-count them. Then growl, frustrated as he realized he’d lost. “They’re mine. Now get out.” “Not so fast, Quackity. You’re forgetting the other part of the deal.”

He swallowed. ‘Right, the whole eating them thing. What the fuck is wrong with him?’ “What if I don’t?” The masked head tilted to the side, before he spoke again. “Then I will.” “No the fuck you wont-“ Quackity reached for the glass, snatching it off the table and pointedly ignoring the yelps as the three inside collided with each other and the hard walls of the cup. Dream stood, stalking over to the avian’s side of the table as he tugged the glass to his chest. “What, are you going to care for them? We both know you’re not capable of that. It’d be easier to just get rid of them. This way, they’ll be useful.” “You’re the reason they’re this size to begin with.” “And if you don’t eat them, I’m taking them back and eating them. Tick tock.”

He scowled, looking between the mask and the three in the cup. The tiny, terrified faces peering back up at him broke his heart, and it took everything in him not to break then and there and try to comfort them. Especially Tommy, the poor kid was clinging to Sapnap with white knuckles, his wide eyes too haunted for his age.

There was one, and only one saving grace for them. One that Quackity didn’t even know for certain was true for him. As an avian, he was supposed to have an organ above his stomach, one that could safely hold the three until he could get them out of there. And out of Dream’s clutches.

There wasn’t another option with the time limit he’d been given. This was all he could do.

Steeling his expression into indifference, he glared into the eyes of the mask. “Fine.” He didn’t focus on who he grabbed first, quickly pulling them from the cup and popping them into his mouth.

It had to be Tommy or Karl. They were trembling too hard to be Sapnap, and too lanky to be the fireborn. He couldn’t tell which it was, but if he checked he’d lose his resolve. It’s not like he could really taste them anyway; all he tasted was the liquor they were covered in. Unpleasant memories swam to the forefront of his mind, and he pushed whoever it was back with his tongue to try and rid his mouth of the taste.

Sending them down dry was a mistake. It burned, even more so thanks to the alcohol, and he grit his teeth, swallowing hard to push them down faster. They screamed; it was so faint through the layers of muscle and flesh separating them, and unmistakably Tommy, and he swallowed again, this time in guilt as he knew he was causing the fear the teen felt this time.

He distracted himself with pulling another person from the cup, this one he knew being Sapnap because he immediately had to drop him back in the cup with a hiss that could barely be choked out due to the blonde currently blocking his windpipe. He was shouting, but Quackity’s mind was too fuzzy with pain and lack of oxygen to be able to decipher it. All he knew was he’d been burned, but he had to do this. He had to save them.

Another swallow and he gasped for air as Tommy was squished uncomfortably into his chest, sinking downwards too slowly for either of their sakes. His throat felt scratched all to hell, and he still had to do it two more times.

… He wasn’t going to be able to let them out immediately, was he?

This time, he looked down, and came to an even worse conclusion: Sapnap wouldn’t stop lighting himself on fire unless he was with Karl. He’d have to take both of them. It was honestly a feat that he hadn’t accidentally set the rest of the liquor on fire when he’d been dropped, but falling through the air likely put him out just in time. He knew the fireborn wouldn’t forgive himself if he’d accidentally hurt someone like that, especially in this circumstance. Which only made him feel even worse.

“Well?” Dream must have seen the calculating look on his face, because he piped up again. For a moment, he thought about letting the blonde take the other two. Let Sapnap burn him, and he honestly couldn’t care less what happened with Karl. But then that twisty dark tendril of guilt came back full force, along with Tommy squirming around as he finally pressed into an organ, only adding to the nauseating feeling, and he bit back a long-suffering sigh that would have made his throat feel worse.

This time, he wrapped his fingers around Karl first, then Sapnap and picked them both up at the same time. The fireborn realized too late that that was the intention, but then he decided that his claws would be a better solution. Quackity winced and beared with it, waiting for Karl to freak out so he knew what he was getting into. But he didn’t. He just kept staring off, eyes glassy. It was like he wasn’t even there. The guilt stabbed at his mind, and he swallowed, saliva somewhat soothing his scratched throat.

The cup was set back on the table, and Quackity debated his next move. He’d have to act like he was putting both of them in his mouth, and he would have to soak Sapnap. It was the only way he wouldn’t be able to ignite again.

“Don’t do this.” His voice grated at his conscience, and he bit back a retort. ‘Does it fucking look like I want to!?’ He screamed internally, raising them up to his mouth. Tommy was still shifting around, and it didn’t seem as panicked as before, so maybe he’s okay? Surely that means this is okay, they’ll be safe. Adjusting his hands to catch the brunette, he opened his mouth and tilted his hand so that he slid in. As soon as he felt all of the fireborn tumble into his maw, he shut his mouth with a click of his teeth, pulling Karl back. Sure enough, not only did Sapnap begin thrashing, but the limp form tumbled from one hand to the other he had moved to catch him. With him secure, he turned his attention back to the man using his tongue as a pin cushion, shoving him up to the roof of his mouth to stop him.

He’d been screaming the entire time, voice now hoarse as he continued screaming insults at the avian. ‘Right, because out of the options given I totally have another way to protect you.’ He pushed away the hurt, knowing he’d likely react the same were the roles reversed, and kept him pinned long enough for him to be soaked through with spit. The alcohol stung the wounds on his tongue as he pushed the fireborn back, his claws unrelenting as they dragged back with the rest of his body.

He was going to tear his throat up. He should have done Karl first.

The realization gave him pause. If Sapnap tore his claws through his throat, he wouldn’t be able to swallow Karl. Dream would probably take him. He entertained the thought, but that weird feeling reared it’s ugly head, and he sighed. Then he tilted his head forward and released the blackette out into his free hand. Without waiting for him to become aware, he slipped Karl into his mouth instead, the built up saliva from before making it easier for him to immediately move him back and swallow.

Like Tommy had, his lanky form gave the avian trouble, and he had to swallow again just to fully get the brunette into his throat. He was still unnervingly still, just shaking as he was pulled further down.

There was one left, and Dream would leave. And he could protect them, and save them from whatever terrible fate the admin had to offer. He looked down to the final man, who’s temperature had risen to an almost unbearable point, who’s eyes had widened when he realized he couldn’t light himself on fire and free himself. His claws had already sunk into the flesh of the thumb holding him still, but the silent, fearful resignation on his face meant he knew it was useless.

Even if he had the ability to escape, he’d still be shrunk, and Dream probably would find another way to incapacitate him. ‘Likely worse than Quackity.’ He retracted his claws, surprised to find his hands were trembling. His fate was dangled over his head like a string, why is he surprised that he’s scared? He either dies to his former best friend or-

Fingers gently wrapped around his waist and lifted him up, and he realized which one was going to be his executioner as he was pressed back into the dark maw that had formerly held him. ‘At least he isn’t biting us,’ the hysterical thought came across his mind, and he choked on a sound between a laugh and a sob. There was no point in fighting, he could shred the flesh inside Quackity’s mouth and insides but it wouldn’t change his fate. He might as well just let him do what he wanted.

He was pushed back quickly, and he closed his eyes as the gaping throat before him ensnared his arms and dragged him in with a swallow.

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Quackity prayed to everything he ever believed in that he wasn’t imagining how avian anatomy worked. If it wasn’t real- no, it’s real. It has to be real, he can’t cope with the alternate reality that’ll come if he’s wrong. He can’t be the one behind their deaths. He can’t be.

It didn’t feel like they were in his stomach, too uncomfortably close to his lungs for that. But he didn’t know for certain, and he can’t guarantee their safety..

He wasn’t sure if the lack of oxygen he was getting was because of the fact the trio were blocking his lungs from fully expanding or if it was the panic attack. Or both. Probably both.

Dream had been uncannily silent through the entire exchange, but now that it was done, gave an amused hum that reminded the avian of his unwanted presence.

“Now, was that really so hard?” “Get out!” He snarled, glaring icily at the mask, and surprisingly the admin relented, getting up from the table and moving towards the door. He moved to stand up, to completely throttle Dream for what he’d just made him do, but without a stable mindset, his feet stumbled uncooperatively under him, and by the time he’d finally forced himself to his feet, the man was long gone.

“Bastard.” He ground out from his clenched teeth, anger and nausea and panic creating a horrible storm within him. Another deep, but not entirely fulfilling breath, and he pulled himself together. He needed to get to his office, lock himself in. They were still moving, mainly the warmest of the three as they settled down, so that was a good sign, he had time. He had to be presentable though, or someone was going to ask questions, and he didn’t have time for questions.

One of the walls in the private room was mirrors, for that he was grateful for as he stepped closer to evaluate himself. Hair messy, tie and shirt undone and out of place, tear tracks drying on his face. Most of those were fixed easily, but the next issue came from the fact that there was a slight bump in his shirt now that it was tucked back in. It was too high up for it to be his stomach, he kept telling himself that, and now he had to tell himself it wasn’t too noticeable as well.

Leaving the door to the room open, he peered out the balcony to make sure no eyes were on him, and briskly made his way to the elevator.

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When Sapnap finally was squeezed into the fleshy chamber, he expected the worst. He expected Tommy to be gone, Karl following close behind and..

Well, Tommy being whole, alive and sitting across from him wasn’t what he was expecting, to say the least. “About time. Welcome to hell.” The statement startled a laugh out of him, hand resting against Karl’s shoulder as he settled in beside him and tugged the brunette up to lay against him. “How are you- how are we okay?” In the dim light emitted by his eyes, he saw the blonde give a half shrug. “If I remember right, I think Big Q has a crop. So, we’re not actually in his stomach.” “A.. what?” “A crop. Avian hybrids got em. It’s supposed to help them eat or something like that. ‘T’s what Wilbur told me back in L’Manburg at least. He just used his to hide stuff he didn’t want anyone else taking.” ‘Right, he’d forgotten that Wilbur was also an avian hybrid.’ “So.. we are safe?” “I think so. At least, he hasn’t tried pushing us any further. That’s gotta mean something.” The confirmation made him slump against the stomach wall in relief, a shaky breath escaping him as his temperature dropped. He blinked, surprised to find tears dripping down his face, and looked back up to find the teen looking at him with a saddened smile.

“I’d honestly be surprised if Quackity was planning on hurting you guys.” Immediately, the fight came to his mind, and he shook his head. “Not anymore.” “It’s my fault.” He jumped at the voice, looking to the one who had spoken. Karl remained limp, eyes still glazed over and despondent. “This is my punishment. I should have done better.” “Karl.. what do you mean by that?” “I failed. I failed again. I always fail.” A deep breath shook the brunette’s entire body. “What are you talking about?” “Why would xe do this though? It’s just cruel.” He laughed, too hysteric for its own good. “I can handle the others, why did he have to use my time’s people?”

“Maybe it’s the alcohol? We were stuck in that glass a while. I still feel lightheaded.” “I’m surprised we’re all not drunk.” After all, what would it mean for them if their captor was drunk? They could be pushed down unintentionally- his core flared at the thought, and a sharp inhale from above made him realize he may have gotten too hot. He was torn between going further, burning the avian from within or trying to behave to improve their chances of escaping alive. Karl quieted back down, stewing in his own thoughts again, and Sapnap let him.

The organ they were in was swaying, and it took the three a moment to recognize Quackity was moving. There was also a rumble from above, and maybe the alcohol was affecting him, because it took him a minute to realize that they were being spoken to.

“-on, I have to get away from the crowd, just hang on, don’t do anything.” Sapnap opened his mouth, ready to retort, to ask why they should if he’s not even guaranteeing their safety, when he caught Tommy’s eye as he shook his head. “I think Dream’s still around. If he knows Big Q isn’t gonna kill us, he might just wait around and..” his mouth slammed shut with a wince, and he looked down at his fidgeting hands.

Sapnap counted about three minutes before the swaying stopped, and the walls around them seemed to relax further. “Are you guys okay?” “..What do you fucking think, Quackity!?” “Physically. Are you okay physically?” The sudden panic in his voice, the heart near them beginning to throb rapidly enough to make his head pound, and he pressed a hand into the wall beside him, trying to separate the throbbing from his body. “Stop, stop, we’re fine. Physically.” Tommy was cringing, his hands over his ears, until the heartbeat slowed back down, not shaking the organ they were in as much as before.

“Well,” the blonde started weakly. “At least we know we’re too high up to be in his stomach.” “I wasn’t gonna put you in my stomach.” The avian huffed in reply. “You guys are too high up anyway, I can’t breathe properly because of it.” It was said light heartedly, but the fact that he admitted he wasn’t planning to just up and eat him so Dream couldn’t stirred something warm within the fireborn.

“You knew, then.” The organ heaved as the larger sighed. “..yea. I did.” It.. didn’t sound convincing. Rather, it sounded like Quackity was trying to convince himself. “You.. don’t sound that sure of that.” Terror, icy and suffocating, snared his throat and he gasped out a breath. Just as quickly, the larger was talking again.

“I didn’t know for certain if I had one. It’s not exactly something I consciously think about. But even if I didn’t, I wasn’t planning on keeping you there. I just needed to get you away from him.” “Then what are you going to do to us?”

The avian didn’t have an answer for that, and he scoffed, curling up further. “At least spare Tommy.” “None of you are going to die.” Quackity’s voice was steely, leaving no room for argument. ‘So he’s just setting up for something worse, then.’ He wasn’t dumb, Dream had prattled on and on on the ways Quackity had tortured him in the prison after shrinking him, and he knew that something had changed his fiancé and it was not for the better. And they had pissed him off and broke off their engagement to him because Karl had forgotten about the plan.

Karl. He couldn’t go after Quackity after that argument because Karl was breaking down, sobbing and calling him different names. And he knew that Quackity probably held that against him.

The tension was palpable, further thickening the muggy air they had to breathe. Finally, the silence was shattered. “I need a health pot. For all of us. Then I’ll let you out.” “All of-“ At once, he memory of what he’d done to the larger came back to his mind, and he promptly shut up. The silence returned, but this time it was due to the fact that their captor was doing… something. “Is Karl okay?” “As okay as he’s gonna be. We’re soaked in alcohol and prime knows what else, so he’s loopy.”

The avian sighed, moreso in relief than anything, which surprised the trio stuck in his gut. “You guys moved around enough that I knew you were okay, but he.. he hasn’t moved at all.” “Yea, he’s physically okay, Q. He might just be exhausted.” “Okay.” They went back to the silence, the damned silence that kept infiltrating the peace. But there was no peace, none to be had in this situation.

“Health pot’s ready. I’m not drinking much, I don’t want to drown you guys.” “Okay.” And true to his word, only a trickle of the pink liquid joined them, shimmering as it joined the fluids soaking the trio and healing any bumps and bruises they had gained before they were forced into Quackity’s hands.

Now that they were healed, the question came back to Sapnap’s mind. “What now? What happens to us now?” Silence. The damned silence. “Quackity.” “You want the truth, Sapnap? I don’t know what to fucking do.” It surprised him, and he straightened up a bit. Karl remained curled where he was. “Have you ever heard about anything like this? Getting shrunken? Cause I sure as hell have never heard about this here. What am I supposed to do? Can it be fixed? Or does fucking Dream have to undo it?” His name was spoken with so much venom it made both of the aware tinies flinch, and he immediately took a breath, calming himself.

“It’s not like I can go to anyone else. I can ask Foolish, but I really doubt he’s seen anything like this either.” “What about Phil?” Tommy asked. “Phil will kill me if I step foot on his property. If I message him and say ‘hey, your son’s like five inches tall but it’s okay because I fucking ate him to get him away from a psychopath’-“ “Let me do the messaging, Big Q. Phil’s old, he’s probably seen something like this before.”

‘Bad might know something like this.’ He immediately cut that thought off. Bad was beyond helping them. Bad was beyond help himself. ‘Just another person I’ve lost.’ Losing himself in those thoughts, that grief, he didn’t realize more had been said, until their surroundings jostled roughly. He wrapped his arms tightly around Karl in a panic, eyes frantically scanning their surroundings. “Relax, Sapnap. He’s letting us out.” He sighed, letting his body relax, but he still kept his grip on his fiancé.

Sure enough, the walls squeezed in, almost unbearably tightly, and then when they relaxed, he realized Tommy was gone. There was a pause, likely the teen getting released from the other’s mouth.

“Sap, I don’t think I can bring you both up at the same time. You gotta let Karl go.” ‘Oh, Tommy told him I was holding him.’ Hesitancy held his limbs firm. What if he wasn’t going to bring Karl up? He was still mad at Karl, he knew he was. There’s no way he’d just push the fight behind them like this because they’re vulnerable. What if he gets let out first and Karl just gets pushed down?

“Sap, let him go. I’ll try bringing him up first, if that’s what you want.” Something pressed in, and he realized it was a hand. Quackity’s hand. With a shaky breath, he laid further down in the organ, pulling Karl on top of him before releasing his grip. “Okay.” Again, the organ squeezed them uncomfortably tightly, and he actually felt Karl get pulled away from him, pulled up. The walls relaxed, and he was alone.

A moment passed, but he was calmer than before. Karl was let out. At least right now, he knew the other was safe. Then it was his turn, and he was squished uncomfortably against the walls, shoved upwards to be released. When the suffocatingly tight confines released, his eyes opened and he found himself looking at a familiar gold fang. The area was flooded with light, and two fingers came in and wrapped around his waist, pulling him out and introducing him to cool air once more.

He was quickly set down on a soft surface, and he looked down to find a washcloth. He took a hold of the closest corner, bringing it up to scrub at the saliva coating his form. When he was as dry as he could be, he took a deep breath, and looked up to his giant captor.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, hesitance and worry filling the air. Then Quackity’s eye shifted to the side and he yelped, lunging forward. Only then did Sapnap realize that Karl was no longer on the desk. “Fuck, what the fuck are you doing!?” There, held securely in the avian’s hand, was his fiancé, who finally had a reaction other than apathy. “I don’t wanna do this anymore! Let me go!” “Karl, what-“ “Not if you’re gonna pull some stupid shit like that again. Are you trying to fucking kill yourself?!”

“Why do you care!? You’re not real! You’re not my Quackity, he’s not my Sapnap! Let me leave this stupid tale already!” Karl gasped for breath, choking on sobs as he thrashed desperately in his grasp. “What are you talking about? Sapnap, what is his problem?” “I- Tommy said he might be drunk.” That gave the giant pause, and he took Karl’s expression in.

He did appear flushed, but otherwise he didn’t look drunk in any way. He could even pass off the color on his cheeks to having just gotten out of what he imagined was a swelteringly hot environment. Using his thumb, he raised the tiny’s head so he could see his eyes, and despite the tears that had not ceased in the slightest, they appeared normal. They were shifting through multiple colors, yes, but that was just cause he seemed to be having a full on breakdown. His pupils weren’t pinpricked, not dilated, just… normal.

Which meant… either Karl had gone insane, or something was wrong.

“..I don’t think he is drunk.” Quackity spoke softly. Tommy frowned, thinking over what he had said. “What did he mean, ‘this wasn’t real’? What’s a tale?” “He’s said something like that before, talked about a tale. But I thought he was just talking about a story in his library.” “I think it might be something more serious than that.”

Karl finally started to calm down, hiccupy sobs continuing to leave him as he collapsed against his holder’s hand. He was set back on the table, Quackity’s hand still around him as the avian situated himself to lay his head on the table to be eye level with them. If he wasn’t so bone-numbingly exhausted, he’d take the opportunity to throw himself off the desk again. As it were, he simply remained limp in his hold.

“Can you answer us? What’s a tale?” He shook his head. He can’t tell them, they wouldn’t accept it- or.. maybe that’s what he needs. He needs to die, so he can get back to his time. In the time he debated whether he should tell them or not, they’d begun talking to each other again.

“He said something weird earlier. About it being his fault. And that he failed, it was his punishment, and he mentioned something about like.. ‘his time’s people’?” Tommy was surprised he recollected it at all, but it had seemed so quaint leaving the brunette's mouth that it seemed to cement itself in his mind.

“I’m a time traveler.” The sudden phrase silenced everyone in the room, all of them looking in shock at the words. “Uh.. you sure he ain’t drunk, Big Q?” “This is just another tale. Another time of me traveling through time. It’s closer to our time than xe usually makes me do, and I still don’t know what the purpose of this tale is. There’s supposed to be a story, a cautionary tale, a lesson to be learned, but-“ “Karl.” He stopped, looking up at the larger.

This time, when the fingers came up, Karl let them manipulate his body. Maybe they’d snap his neck, that’d be quick. Except, they only brushed through his hair, running over his head, watching his expression for any kind of reaction. Eventually, they withdrew, going back to holding him. “Sap, I can’t check well enough. See if he’s got a head injury.” “I don’t have a head injury. This is just another tale. I don’t understand why you won’t just kill me already. They all do.” “Karl, this isn’t a tale. This is real.”

He squirmed, the grip around him becoming tighter. “Quit with the lying, I know it’s not real. I figured it out, XD can stop playing with me this time. Kill me and let me go home.” “XD?” Sapnap breathed. He knew that name. It was the name of the deity he’d encountered in the woods. The deity that promised his erasure from existence if he killed Dream.

A sick feeling flooded his stomach as he realized that maybe Karl wasn’t lying, or crazy. Maybe.. that’s why he was losing his memory. Why he’s been calling Sapnap by different names.

“James.” He blurted out. Karl looked to him. “When was James? Who was he?” “Sapnap’s ancestor. I met him at a masquerade centuries ago. I.. I failed to protect him.” ‘Another name. Think, Sapnap. “Mason?” “Wild West. Another of Sapnap’s ancestors, he was in an outlaw group that was terrorizing a small town. We wound up in a shootout. He died.” It was painting a.. really, really horrible image. Quackity looked disturbed at how easily Karl talked about these things, as if it were just second nature. “Uh, you mentioned a Helga before, I think?” “Quackity’s ancestor. Centuries ago, she got the plague and tried spreading it to her village but she got murdered instead.” Sapnap reeled back, an awful realization freezing him in place.

“Is this why you don’t remember anything? You don’t remember us leaving El Rapids, or our plan to get George his throne back in the SMP? Is this why you didn’t remember Quackity was our fiancé?” “Yeah. And now you know. So are you going to kill me or not? I want to go home, to my time so I can keep forgetting and wither away in peace.” He hissed out, tears welled in his eyes once more.

Sapnap and Quackity shared a glance. “No.” The avian answered, tightening his grip only enough to keep Karl from squirming out of it when the word processed in his head. “Then let me go so I can do it myself!” “Karl, we’re not in a tale, or whatever it is. I’m sorry, big man.” Tommy tried to help, finally coming back to the conversation. “No, it has to be. Because if it isn’t, then..” Sapnap poked at the large fingers, and hesitantly, they pulled away enough for him to slip into the grip as well. “Karl, why didn’t you say anything?” He wrapped his arms around the brunette, surprised when arms circled around him. “Because I was scared.” He choked out. “I shouldn’t have said anything, is-“ he pulled back to look the fireborn in the eyes. “Is this actually real?” “Yes. It’s real, Karl. We’re here.” “I’m in trouble.” He breathed, eyes glazing over in panic. “I shouldn’t have said anything, xe’s going to punish me, I’m not allowed to say anything-“ “I’m not letting xem hurt you again.”

“Xe’s a god, Sapnap. You can’t do anything to stop xem.” “Then I guess we’re just gonna have to hide you from xem.” Quackity spoke up. The brunette’s head snapped up, making eye contact before he shook his head.

“You’re mad at me.” “Karl, how can I be mad at you now that I know the truth? You couldn’t help your memory, hell, for all I know you probably thought I was one of my ancestors who killed you.” “You hate me.” He tried, but Quackity shook his head. “I never stopped loving you. Either of you. I thought I wasn’t wanted anymore.”

“I..” his voice cracked, and the tears spilled over again. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s not your fault, Karl. We never could have known. I’m sorry for not trying to figure out what had happened.” “It’s.. it’s okay.”

“Glad that’s settled. Now, can we please call Phil!?” Tommy groaned throughly done with the sappy interactions before him, and Quackity chuckled wetly. “If you can say with one hundred percent certainty he won’t kill us on sight.” “Let me do the talking, Big Q. I’m a persuasive man.” He rolled his eyes, but pulled out his communicator. “For our sakes Tommy, you’d better be right.” He pulled his hand, the one with his fiancés in it, up towards his chest, giving them the best hug he could at their size. Hopefully, Phil could help them out. After all, he now had a god to fight, and two lovers he needed to catch up with.

Oh, and the ex-prisoner to get rid of so he couldn’t pull this schtick again.

[ramshacklerumble]

Ohhh Scarlet, Wine and Rose for the ask game!!

imma go ahead and answer for gia and helena! (more asks here)

SCARLET - How do they grieve?

gia: much like any other emotion, gia internalizes until they can’t possibly stand it anymore. they are touchy and irritable when the subject is brought up. eventually if they’re unable to healthily work through their grief, the pressure of all the emotions they’re failing to keep in will cause a meltdown. they get better about this in adulthood, they at the least attempt to talk it out with ones extremely close to them, but they still struggle with unlearning the guilt that comes with admitting they’re not handling things as well as they believe they should.

helena: in stark contrast, helena is very aware of how her emotions rule over her. she does struggle with her sentimentality and often wishes she were the type that can set it aside for later, but because she knows she’s not that type of person, she’s taught herself how to deal with them. helena allows herself space to grieve— which typically includes much crying— but in a way that eventually gives her the headspace to manage after the initial avalanche of emotions. she understands that she has to flush out the first onslaught before she has any chance of figuring out what comes next.

WINE - How do they act when drunk?

gia: they found out they don’t like the taste of alcohol, so they don’t drink. the thought of being drunk also squicks them out a little, so really it’s anyone’s guess.

helena: doesn’t get drunk often, she’s got a surprisingly high tolerance, but once she does she’s rather giggly. also doubles as a shot of liquid courage, helena is definitely the type to get a lot more bold when under the influence. prolly the easiest way for her to verbally stick it to her parents.

ROSE - What gift would they most wish to receive from a lover?

gia: doesn’t expect gifts in the first place, so they have no expectations for whatever they might receive. but they are notably touched by little trinkets given to them under the ‘saw this and thought of you’ variety.

helena: what to give the girl who has everything? surprisingly easy. helena is an absolute sap of a romantic. just give her flowers.

tag list: @cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @simons-twsted-children @tixdixl @thehollowwriter

@jovieinramshackle @theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch

[dollsonmain]

body/health squick maybe?

You guys don't know it but you're keeping me company while I remove my own toenail......

This will help me get medicine to the skin which is where it's needed.

It's mostly off on it's own already but some areas are still stuck so I'm having to gently gently gently pry.

Tender.

Not fun.

Kind of funny though because I have a pile of tools laid out and rubbing alcohol to sanitize them with.

[queerfables]

911 season 5 liveblog part 3

5x10

I'm finding it hard to believe these women are busy squabbling with each other when their husband has been blatantly lying to both of them

And they both have kids who are probably feeling very confused and upset right now maybe go take care of that

Lmfao Hen's advice about what Buck should get Taylor for Christmas. "Don't overthink it just make sure it's sweet and something she needs and also shows you know her really well" SO HELPFUL

LOL TAYLOR IS JUST AS BAD AS HIM AT THIS

Thank God for Athena telling these two women exactly what I've been wanting to say

Awwww they're bonding

Noooo lady ask him out you can do it

Awwwww he likes her too even though he hated the present she got him. Cuuute.

Oh NO Chris is freaking out about Christmas because he's worried about Eddie T_T

Oh jeeze Eddie so does not need a child frantically asking if his dad is dead right now

OK Buck's present to Taylor was crazy romantic

Oh no Eddie's leaviiiiing.

I'm sure Evan "Abandonment Issues" Buckley is gonna be super chill and normal about that

5x11

Lol at Hen's revolving door of partners

Oh God horrible??

This show has actually really desensitised me to TV injuries involving the bone showing, that used to be suuuch a major squick for me

Omg Eddie is doing 911 dispatch? Please. How long is that going to last. He's perpetually 0.5 seconds away from climbing out a third storey window to rescue a kitten. Eddie trying to keep himself out of danger by coordinating 911 responses like an alcoholic trying to pay for therapy by working at a bar.

Oh he's doing PR? That's so much worse. He'll be stir crazy in a week.

On one hand, Buck should probably not broadcast his scepticism over Eddie's career change quite so loudly. On the other hand he is meeee so how can I judge him.

It's very romantic of the wife to wanna take over driving in this Speed re-run for her husband but wasn't the whole point of Eddie's call that they can't switch him out?

Yeah so this is the kind of thing I mean though, how is Eddie supposed to watch from the sidelines while the people he cares about put themselves in danger doing the job he loves?

Oh no Eddie, left on the outside

Lol yeah Athena pegged it. Bobby's bullshit about trying to find the ~right person~ as if that has ever mattered so much before. Buck hated Eddie at first and Bobby told him to get over it.

I really love that Athena rides solo. Her being the only cop and the one who works without a partner, compared to all these firefighters who work as a team, and I don't know, I just think it shows up in some really well crafted ways in everyone's characterisation and the ways that Athena is a little different from the others.

Wow this lady is really hitting on Buck

Buck do not???

Buck stop this????

Oh he's so drunk

Hen you are giving Buck terrible advice

Yeah no that's better telling the truth is the only option but oof this is not gonna be good

I am having some thoughts and feelings about how Buck's spiral over Eddie leaving is manifesting as kissing the last person he jumped onto the roof of a car with

I'm gonna get weepy again, Chris is such a good kid and he loves his dad so much

Lol at how Eddie's response to Bobby benching him for his own good is identical to Buck's

BUCK NO

Come on you'd done the hardest part she knew something was wrong and honestly in the grand scheme briefly kissing someone else is not that bad

But now it is VERY bad

You asked her to move in instead of telling her

At this point the only thing you can do is change your name, move to another country and pray she never finds you

Oh shit Lucy is transferring here isn't she

Buckley you are fucked

5x12

Maddie! I've just been thinking about how much I missed her

Oh Maddie honey

And Chimney!! Hi Chimney

Aaaah them finding each other again gave me chills

They're two of my fav characters I've really missed them

Oh no I just full on started bawling when Maddie started singing "the wheels on the bus" to jee-an. That song is one of my son's favourites and there were a few months where singing it was the only thing that would calm him down. I was already way too emotional imagining myself in Maddie's shoes and I guess that was the breaking point lol.

Then Maddie and Chimney started singing it together and I got teary all over again

Oh this is bad I cannot have a hair trigger weeping response to the wheels on the freaking bus that's so dumb

5x13

"We broke up" what the FUCK

Lol at Maddie and Chimney catching up on all the gossip from the 118 while they've been gone

Erg, the bends is my nightmare, it's one of those human body related things I'm squeamish about

Lol Buck you are being SO weird about Lucy it's very funny

Eddie really looks like he's not doing so hot

"Pain is just weakness leaving the body" for fucks sake. you would have internalised that, wouldn't you?

Well at least Buck knows it was dumb

Urg, spiders, another nightmare :/

Yeaaaaaah this is real bad Buck

Holy fuck the woman just dousing the mugger and then herself in gasoline

Omg the fact that Eddie is having a breakdown and Christopher is freaking out and the person he calls is Buck T_T

God this is awful for Chris though

Oh jeeze, Eddie. This is awful.

Man this is devastating but in some ways I'm happy Eddie finally reached a breaking point and let himself feel his feelings

I'm also really happy that Christopher had someone he could call. That kid has been through enough.

5x14

Oh Eddie

Buck drew a heart that's so cute

Buck you REALLY should have told Taylor everything. She is going to find out, you know that right? That's literally her job description

I'm really liking this arc for Eddie. I don't know, his primary coping mechanism seems to be to compartmentalise and shut down the difficult feelings and it's been good to see him externalise a bit more. It's shown a different side of his character I think.

[whumpsecretsantaevent]

SS In July gift: @hiding-in-the-shadows

This is an exchange event so there will be a blanket trigger warning for all entries, so read at your own risk! Potential trigger warnings may include nsfw themes as well as gore and possible squicks.

KASSSSS!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ HAPPY NOT CHRISTMAS, LOVELYl! 

You're such a legend and you should know that I was so so happy when I saw I was assigned to you, legit squealed 😭❤️😌 amazing taste in tropes btw - OM NOM NOM 🍽️

I apologise so so much for the delay! my laptop decided to do the die on me and I've been stealing other people's laptops to write where I can! ❤️

I hope you like 🥺 I tried to hit your tropes, and I hope it's okay 😖 I made a new whumpee for it! Nehehe - more pain for more pretty men!

Lots of love, your secret Santa! 

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It was a regular Friday night for Otis, and thank fuck it was. The weekend was starting to feel like it would never arrive and the past hellish week had definitely aged him ten years. Wisps of grey hairs sneak through his dark brown curls, frown lines and wrinkles starting to creep in. The joys of stress, right?

He lay curled up in bed, eyes fluttering shut and breaths drifting softly in and out of his lips. A half-finished glass of red-wine sat on the nightstand, next to a well-worn copy of 1984, his go-to staple book when he was so run off his feet with work that he hadn’t had a chance to snag a new romance novel from his favourite used bookstore a few blocks down from his house. Everything was silent. The only glow was the flickering street lamp across the street, seeping through the slits in the curtains. 

Otis drifted away with the high of the alcohol, giggling and hiccuping softly to himself as he did so. His shoulders loosened with every soft chuckle, melting into his mattress as the warmth of the blankets envelop him. The soft breaths soon morph to gentle snores and in minutes, the lull of sleep pulls him under.

…

The piercing sound of shattering glass snaps Otis wide awake. He springs upright in bed, his heart pounds at his ribcage, racing a mile a minute. He sits as still as a statue for a moment, frozen solid in fear, cold sweat drenching through to the bedsheets. His eyes dart around, frantically searching the darkness. And then he hears it again. Another crash. Louder this time. The alcohol seems to dissolve in his bloodstream, the adrenaline sobers him in the blink of an eye.

Someone’s breaking in.

Gruff, mumbling voices whisper downstairs, then comes the creaks of the floorboards beneath cautious, tiptoed footsteps. Otis can feel his stomach twist and turn, pinching into a knot as bile rises to his throat. From head to toe, his body trembles so much he’s vibrating.

There’s nothing worth stealing. Nothing. No rolls of money stashed anywhere and even the damn TV is ancient technology. He can’t hope and pray that they’ll take something shiny that catches their eye and let it out the back door. They’re going to search. Turn the house upside down, scour from top to bottom. And they will find him. Sooner or later.

Otis’ ears prick at the groan of the stairs, the same step halfway up that always creaks when he usually stumbles down half-awake for midnight snacks. His body jumps into action before his mind can comprehend that he’s even moving. Otis races towards his wardrobe and throws himself to the floor, ducking his head underneath the dangling clothes on hangers. He swiftly drags the doors shut as quickly and quietly as he can possibly manage - submerging himself in pitch-black darkness. Otis folds to his knees and peeks through the slats of the wardrobe doors.

The doorknob to the bedroom rattles and twists, and then it swings open. Two tall, muscular men, dressed in all black come storming through. Searching the room, ripping off the covers from the bed and rummaging through all of Otis’ belongings. They sift through his drawers, pulling photo frames off the wall and smashing them on the ground.

A choked sob tries to claw its way through Otis’ throat. He slams his clammy palm over his quivering lips to trap his own cries. Squeezing his eyes shut and pressing a tear from underneath. Snot trickles down from his nose, his chest heaving. 

He’s panicking, he knows. Freaking the fuck out. How the hell are you supposed to stay calm in these situations?! Help is out of the question. His phone is still charging on the bed stand, he didn’t think of swiping it when he dove into the wardrobe. He didn’t think! He just did! He should have leapt out the window and crawled his way to safety, broken bones and all. Now he’ll be on the front page of the newspaper.... ‘Male found dead in burglary gone wrong’.

“Don’t be shy, little buddy. Come out and play!” One of the intruders calls out with a dark chuckle, suddenly squatting to check underneath the bed like he was so certain Otis would be huddled underneath there. Otis’ eyes blow wide, shuffling further back into the wardrobe. The dark figures circle his bedroom, and one of them heads straight towards him. Striding towards Otis’ hiding spot.

A dizziness spins in his head and the stuffy air around him feels suddenly suffocating. Otis traps his breath in his lungs. 

He’s going to die- oh god help him, they’re going to find him-

Otis screams his lungs out as the wardrobe doors swing open with a bang against the wall, a beam of light from a torch blinds his tear-filled eyes. The intruder smiles down at him, a terrifying look of amusement sparks in his eyes as he stares down at Otis cowering on the floor.

"Boo! Comfy, little one?" the intruder asks, his voice dripping with sickly-sweet sarcasm.

Otis doesn't say a thing. He can't. He's paralyzed with fear. His mouth blubbers open like a fish out of water. He just gawks up at the intruder, his eyes wide and bloodshot with terror.

The intruder laughs, a cruel, mocking sound. "Don't worry your pretty little head," he says. "We’re not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway. Why rush the fun? We’ll have all the time in the world."

He reaches down and snatches Otis by the arm, hauling him to his feet. Otis cries out in pain as the intruder's grip digs deep, bruising into his flesh. He kicks and flails with every ounce of energy he’s got. They overpower him easily, without so much as busting a sweat. Every hit and swipe must feel like a tickle of a feather to the burly man. They throw Otis carelessly onto the bed, shoving him down onto the mattress and snatching his flailing arms to pin his wrists above his head. The man’s entire weight crushes Otis as he climbs on top.

“NO- FUCK- LEMME GO!” Otis roars, his voice breaking into a high-pitched squeal, and squirming underneath the intruder’s hold. Hot tears spill down his cheeks. “PLEASE! TAKE WHAT YOU WANT AND GO-”

The intruder shoves his hand over Otis’ mouth to muffle his cries, “Shut him up-”  he growls the order to his accomplice. The other intruder quickly fishes around in his duffle bag until he holds up a leather muzzle, dangling it from his hands. Otis lets out a blood curdling shriek beneath the man’s sweaty palm, bucking his hips on the bed and writhing desperately. He clamps his jaw shut, grinding his teeth and shaking his head from side to side - refusing to let them strap that vile thing in his mouth. Fingers pinch his nostrils shut, another hand pries and rips at his jaw to pull his mouth open. 

The accomplice swarms in to wrap his hands around Otis’ throat, squeezing until he rasps and wheezes on stolen air, the pinky-hue of colour fades from his face until his skin turns porcelain white. A metal bit forces its way through his parted lips and presses down on his tongue, the leather muzzle swallows the lower half of his face. Any desperate sound he tries to make gets lost in the abyss - he can only huff furiously through his nose.

“You’re exhilarating when you cry, aren’t ya, lil buddy?” the intruder marvels, he wipes at the wet droplets collecting on Otis’ eye bags and licks the salty tears from his finger. “Would you look at those puppy dog eyes?”

This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. Panic fogs Otis’ spinning mind and clouds every rational thought. It’s - It’s a nightmare, it has to be!… the wine must have dragged him into a heavy, disturbed slumber. Or the stress! Maybe it’s taking more of a toll on him than he thought. 

“Nah-ah. Focus on me, sweetheart,” The intruder croons, his fingertip dabs at the tears slipping down Otis’ puffy, rosy cheeks. Otis’s eyes stay glued shut, squeezed tight until his bloodshot eyeballs feel like they might pop out of his sockets and burst. Muggy breath wafts hot against the leather muzzle, welded to his face with sweat. Thick trickles of drool slip from his quivering lips, his teeth scraping on the bit. 

He pants and heaves for air beneath the muzzle. The heat is unbearable, and the sweat drips down his face, stinging his eyes. Blood rushes to his head and his heart pounds in his chest.

Otis’ eyes shoot open. But he wishes he stayed hidden behind the safety of darkness behind his eyelids, where he doesn’t have to face reality. Where he can’t see the stranger pinning him down with a wolfish grin. 

“Good boy,” the intruder praises, cool as ice, stroking his hand through Otis’ sweat drenched hair, “I knew you’d be an angel for us. Picked a good-un, didn’t I?”

It’s sickening. Every touch revolts and terrifies Otis’, making his stomach do somersaults. A petrified whimper makes it through the gag, and he winces. He’s never heard a person whimper before…never heard himself whimper before. The sound is so foreign to him, so out of place, that it took him a moment to realise it was actually coming from him. He was whimpering like a child, like a wounded animal.Like a dog. He can't stop it. The pain is too much, the fear too overwhelming. 

The intruder climbs off Otis’ body, and forcefully rolls him over and face down, shoving him onto his belly. His wrists are seized in an iron grip, and wrangled from stretched high above his head to criss-crossed over the small of his back. Otis sobs into the bedding his face is shoved into. The stranger splays his warm hand between Otis’ shoulder blades, and slides painfully slow down his spine. Every nerve-ending lights up, his skin crawls and twitches.

“You’re going to do nicely. Sweet little thing like you. You’re going to be the perfect pet,” the stranger purrs.

Pet.

Otis’ vision dips to black. He just felt his soul leave his body. He felt himself floating upwards, and out, away from his body. He looked down and saw himself lying pinned on the bed, lifeless. Hopeless. 

A leather cuff slips over each wrist, strapped tight before being linked together with a chain in between. Otis tugs at the restraints with all the strength he can muster, his muscles bulge and his veins pop as he strains against them. Sweat beads on his forehead and his breath comes in ragged gasps. 

The accomplice jingles something beside the bed to grab Otis’ attention. Otis’ twists his head, writhing on the bed to look…and then a guttural scream rockets up his throat, shaking his head so violently that his sight mists. 

A collar. With a silver, engraved dog tag dangling from it.

“If you’ll do the honours…” the intruder nods to his accomplice, giving him the greenlight. He swiftly fastens the dog collar around Otis’ throat, buckling the band until Otis chokes and cries out behind the bit, before he finally loosens it, allowing him to suck in air again. His cheeks burn cherry red beneath the muzzle with shame. His humanity stripped away from him with only a few instruments, he’s entirely at these bastards mercy.

“Guess what your dog tag says, boy! Go on!”

Otis lets out a pitiful whine, shaking his head trying to free himself of the muzzle. His hair flops around like a dog drying their fur.

“Oh right. I forgot. Guess I’ll have to tell you!” The intruder elates, grabbing Otis by the collar and spinning it around his neck to grab hold of the tag.

“Pup. If found, return to Master Becker.”

They must be able to clock the look of pure terror on Otis’ face, his eyes streaming with tears, nostrils flaring.

“Oh, that’s me, by the way. I’m your new owner, little one.”

This is insane. No-one can own him. He is his own person, with thoughts and feelings and dreams. They have no right to take that away from him. To beat him down to nothing more than a tamed, defenceless animal. 

He won’t give up easily. He will not back down, and he will never surrender, no matter what the odds. He will fight back at every twist and turn, until the very end.

“Let’s wrap it up here. Grab the legs. I’ll take his arms,” Becker barks. Otis is lifted into the air, the accomplice grabbing his kicking feet and Becker hooking his arms under Otis' armpits. 

Otis struggles and flails, but he was no match for the two men. They carry him effortlessly, as if he were a small child. Otis's head lolls back, and he closes his eyes, feeling helpless and defeated. He knows that there is nothing he could do to stop them. They are going to take him away, and there is nothing he could do about it. They carry him out the room, making their way downstairs and back down that creaking step.

It might be the last time he’ll ever hear it. He already misses it-

They drop Otis’ to his feet when they reach the final step, but he crashes to the floor in a sobbing heap. Every muscle gives out on him, he slumps like dead weight. Becker wrenches his fist in Otis’ hair and drags him back up and standing, and forces him to stumble towards the door.

When the door opens, there’s a black van parked outside. Right under the streetlamp. It’s running, its engine’s quiet hums cut through the silence of the night like a knife. Otis’ breath sprints away from him, he screams again, his legs go to give out - but Becker catches him in his arms.

He massages Otis’ Adam's apple, bobbing beneath the collar, with his calloused palm, “Breathe, boy. Do as you're told.”

Otis quickly shakes his head 'no'. Not that he won't, but he can't. Every breath is ten times harder than the last, his chest heaves and his lungs burn. Spots dance in his vision.

Becker pulls a strip of cloth from his pocket, and ties it over Otis’ swollen and tear-filled eyes, blindfolding him, “Calm down. You needn’t ever worry about anything else. Just listen to my voice, heed my word as gospel. Only me. Only my voice. And nothing else ever again. Until that ticker in your chest rusts and stalls to its final seconds.”

Otis keens, shredding his throat with his garbled cry. He collapses into Becker's arms once more, as he rubs meant-to-be soothing circles and pats Otis' back. Shushing him as he wails.

“Hush, little puppy. Stop your whining. Let’s get you to your new home,” Becker coos, tugging at Otis’ collar.

[mamamittens]

500+ follower event!

As decided by popular vote, a food themed ask box event!

Running from 9-12-23 to 9-19-23, hopefully the menu makes sense!

Milkshake themed!

Here’s our menu for the special 500+ follower event running from 9-12-23 to 9-19-23! To enter your order, just put it in my ask box! I may suspend the ask box if I get overwhelmed, but all asks put in during this time frame are eligible for this event.

Who can go on an order? Why, you and a character of your choice as long as they are +18. Please clarify if this is a character from a specific fandom, otherwise I will assume One Piece as that’s my most active fandom at this time.

For yourself, please include a short description for your pronouns (F!, M!, GN!, AFAB, and AMAB), appearance, style, and personality. I just need a reasonable amount of information to write your stand in with. If there’s a particular quirk or detail you want focus put on, please do include it!

If I’ve written for you before, an OC may go in your place! I’m sticking to just what’s in the ask box, so if you don’t include it, I won’t know!

All I ask is that you keep it relatively simple, polite, and short since I don’t know if there’s a character limit to the ask box. Should you need multiple asks, make it clear which are yours.

If you intend to ask for a +18 order (smut), I advise you to be at least 18 as I voluntarily flag all my +18 content. In this particular context, I especially need to know AFAB/AMAB so I may write appropriately.

Flavor – Universe

Vanilla – Canon

Chocolate – Modern

Toffee – coffee shop au

Vanilla swirl – Office au

Strawberry – Fantasy

Cake – royal au

Chunks – fantasy creature au (feel free to specify who is what)

Add ins – Relationship

Caramel syrup – Childhood friends

Chocolate syrup – Strangers

Strawberry syrup – Unbalanced relationship

Fruit – Arranged marriage

Gummy candy – Enemies to lovers

Cookies – Coworkers

Flambe (on fire) – Fling

Powdered sugar – One sided crush

Toppings – Reception?

Sprinkles – Nervous

Whip cream – Confident

Cherry – Sweet

Fries - Casual

Additional shots* - Get a room!

NSFW+18 ONLY

Alcoholic shots (kinks) to be added to your milkshake or your partners! Please phrase it as “shot of X for (A)/me” to identify who receives the act. There is no limit but bear in mind a complicated order could take much longer! And some shots may interact in unusual ways, so if you have a squick please bear that in mind.

To specifically request something not be present when it is otherwise implied, please ask “to hold X”.

White Russian – Creampie/Cum play

Hot Damn – Praise kink

Mind Eraser – Degradation

Afterburner – Choking/breathplay

Jell-o shot – Edging

Pineapple Upside Down Cake – Oral

Alice in Wonderland – Size Kink

Motor Oil – Marking

Kamikaze – Temperature play (Served hot or cold for temp preferences)

Jager Bomb – Rough Sex (Extra strong is hate sex)

Green Tea shot – Soft Sex

Pink Schnapps – Dom/Sub (The person receiving this shot will be designated the ‘Sub’)

Black Jack – Restraints

Brain Hemorrhage - Overstimulation

Special side treat (totally optional!)

Mochi Ice Cream – Yandere

Vanilla – Obsessive

Red bean – Possessive

Grean tea – Delusional

Strawberry – Protective

Coffee – Manipulative

An example of an order would be as follows:

“Hi! Doffy and I would like a strawberry cake milkshake with strawberry, caramel syrup and powdered sugar (for me!). Whip cream and a cherry on top, please! A red bean mochi would also be nice! Add in an Alice in wonderland, black jack (for me), pink schnapps (also me), and a hot damn too! I go by “Sky” and I’m a short but lanky guy (masc pronouns please) with black curls, tan skin, and dark eyes. I’m nervous and tend to freeze when shocked before rambling. I blush really easily too… unfortunately.”

[messydiabolical]

periodic reminder that some of my art gets stuck under the mature filter, and mature filters are by default toggled off. If you want to see everything I and other creators make, you may want to check your settings on this! This includes sexual themes, but also things like drugs and alcohol, gore, violence. Anytime I bring this up to friends at least one will be like 'well shit I didn't realise that'. Under account, see the 'content you see' section, then the content labels section, and also the toggle for 'additional mature content' below them. This is also where you can filter tags btw, anything with those tags will be behind a spoiler wall on your dash. Great for avoiding spoilers, or squicks.

[tennessoui]

How about "melt your frozen heart" for the fic title prompt

oh ho ho this really can only be a detective noir sort of fic where obi-wan is the cold, by-the-books, alcoholic private detective and anakin is the up to no good blond who comes knocking on his office door (dead or murdered husband pending) and he knows he's trouble wrapped up in a pretty package, but obi-wan could never resist a pretty package

(in this au, both would be guarded and cold in different ways--obi-wan would be so outright, but anakin would hide his guardedness behind several layers of friendliness)

(the outcome is the same.)

(if you haven't read what's posted of @ragnarlothcat 's detective noir au I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good), i highly suggest you do! it's so good! be warned that it's a/b/o if that's a major squick for you, but if it isn't, i would really encourage you try it regardless of preference for omega or alpha - rag's writing is top-notch and probably the most impressive i've seen when it comes to convincing you to care about a sort of wacky premise! all her variations of obi-wan and anakin are so nuanced, i enjoy them immensely)

send me a made up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go along with it