#the lil village core

[uglypastels]

But for real, he would be so good as a live action pat (i am, for once, 99% serious)

[hoejosatoru]

A quick lil Hantengu/Karaku pussy eating smut bc I need him bad 🧍🏻‍♀️(you could apply this to any of the clones tbh you do you)

Warnings: pussy eating, degradation, not non con but reader is a little scared at first, squirting,a demon is eating your pussy idk what else to tell you. This might be the nasty pussy eating fic I’ve ever written MDNI

You knew the second you saw a humanoid shape moving in the shadows you were fucked. Taking this short cut home through woods had always been a risk and your luck had run out. You knew it was demon before he even stepped out into the moonlight by the ways the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

“Well, what do we have here?” A sickly sweet voice asked. The demon stepped out from the shadows, tall, muscular and horned. You’d never seen a demon before in real life. You weren’t a slayer, just another villager. There was instinctually fear in having this predator before you, but something else just below the surface. He was… alluring. Handsome when he should be grotesque. You felt sick in the head for thinking so.

The demon was suddenly before you, stunning you with his speed. “You’re a shy thing, are you?” He was walked around your body, sizing you up. Your hear hammered in your chest. He licked his lips. “The pretty ones always are.”

When you looked in his eyes, your blood went cold. His pupils read “upper rank 4.” Even with you limited knowledge of demons, you knew an upper rank was the most dangerous of them all. Your body shook with fear. “Please don’t hurt me,” you blurted out helplessly.

Surprisingly, he chuckled. “Who said I wanted to hurt you?” You flinched slight as he ran a finger along your cheek. “Pretty thing like you would be a waste to kill.” He leaned in, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Besides, I’m hungry for something else tonight.”

Your body shivered, though for an entirely different reason. It felt so wrong to respond to a demon in this way. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

In a flash you were on the ground, the demon on top of you. “P-please don’t!” You cried. You weren’t sure what he wanted to do to you, though the look in his eyes gave you a hint.

“Told you I’m not gonna hurt you,” he kicked a stripe up your neck, making you gasp. His hands were pinning down your wrist to stop you from squirming - though you weren’t putting up much of a fight. “I’m going to make you feel good. Pleasure you.”

He stuck his tongue out again and you caught a glimpse of the kanji for “pleasure” tattooed on it. Heat pooled between your legs at the sinful sight. “B-but you’re a demon. It’s wrong.” You stumbled over your words as he sucked at your neck, right over your jugular.

He let out a dry laugh. “Don’t act like you’re not aroused, I can smell it from here.” Your face went bright red, which only made him laugh more. “You humans, so virtuous.” His hands were between your legs, rubbing at your throbbing core over your underwear. “I’m going to devour you.”

You gasped as he ripped your underwear off, exposing your pussy to the his eyes and the cold night air. He was no longer holding you down but you did run from him. Not just because it was pointless, but because, fuck, your pussy was aching and you wanted him to fix it. You were sick with shame and desire.

“My name is Karaku,” the demon said, slotting himself between your legs, “I want to hear you scream it when you cum on my tongue.” You bit your lip, watching him with anxious anticipation. He licked a stripe up your pussy, letting your arousal coat his tongue. “Mmm, fucking soaked. And all for a demon? You’re not as innocent as you act.”

He did just a he said: he devoured you. His mouth moved against with speed and force that you didn’t even know was possible. Well, maybe it wasn’t for human men, but for him it was. He sucked hard on your clit, before grazing his teeth over it, loving how your whole body jumped.

Karaku pressed his tongue into your tight, sopping pussy. He wriggled his tongue inside you and it was the most sinful and pleasurable thing you ever felt. “Fuck,” you whined as he pulled away. He watched your pussy clench around nothing, driving him wild.

“Pussy fucking begging for me. What a dirty girl you are,” he purred. His hands dug into your plush thigh to keep you spread open for him. His nails threatening to cut your skin.

His mouth returned to your wet heat, though less intensely. He wanted to drag it out, to tease you. He circled his tongue around your hole, never dipped in like he knew you wanted. He switched between teasing your hole and sucking on your click, turning you into a whimpering miss.

“Please!” You cried, your need damn near painful. Your whole body was pulsing for him, you didn’t even care how wrong it was. The demon just laughed at you. You were desire over-rid your fear. You went to grip his hair, but your hands wrapped around the solid horns on his forehead instead. You used the grip as leverage grinding into his face.

Karaku let out a deep, feral moan. “Look at you fucking my face. A demons face. You’re sick for wanting me. Nasty fuckin’ slut,” his words were so dirty, but laced with desire. It only made you more desperate for release.

Karaku could easily have stopped you from fucking his face, but he didn’t want to. He loved being buried in your pussy, his tongue fucking you, tasting you. You were sweeter than most humans.

“Karaku,” you whimpered as you bucked your hips against his face. Your were so close; each time his nose nudged your clit pleasure pulsed through you.

“That’s it. Cum on my fucking tongue,” he demanded. He pressed his tongue impossibly deeper into you.

“Karaku fuck!” You cried out as the coil in your stomach snapped. The pleasure you felt was white-hot, more intense than anything you’d ever felt. You squirmed and moaned as he licked you through your orgasm. You were gasping, tearing in your eyes. It was so good it almost hurt.

His tongue flicked relentlessly over your overly sensitive clit. Suddenly your body shuddered, overcome by another wave of ecstasy as you squirted all over his face.

“Oh, fuck you’re dirty,” karaku purred, lapping up every last bit of your release. He finally pulled away, his face glistening with your release in the moonlight. As you caught your breath and came down from your high, fear and shame crept back in. What did you just do?

You tried to scramble away, but Karaku grabbed you by the ankle, pulling you back to him. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere. I’m taking you back to my brothers and we are going to have some fun.”

[shmolish]

(does a lil twirl) hi!!! hello!! i’ve never sent in an ask like this before, so sorry if i do something wrong o|-<! but what would be your take/your thoughts on a yandere shadow milk situation, where the reader truly starts to fight back, resist? 🤔

AN: Inspo from the song "Meant To be Yours."

Shadow Milk x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Yandere, toxic relationship, obsessing, manipulation, mentions of murder

-Locked Out-

"Come on doll, you're just being silly!"

A few knocks would be sounded on your door.

"I already told you. I'm not coming out until you agree to let me leave!"

Shadow Milk sighed. Surely you didn't think that something as simple as a door would be able to stop him... right? He almost found your stupidity amusing....

Oh well. Entertaining this small delusion of yours for a little while couldn't hurt.

"You know locking yourself in there kind of defeats the purpose of being able to escape, right?" He'd ask you.

...

"I don't care! I just don't want to see your stupid face. I hate you!"

And you'd keep repeating that last line over and over.

"I hate you."

He knew better than anyone that those words held no truth. They couldn't! How could you hate him when all he's been doing has been in your name?

He lived for you. He breathed for you. All of his thoughts were for you. It was all you, you, you, you, you!

You were akin to a beautiful bird. One that, if it were to ever escape, would surely be hunted down by others. That's why you needed to stay here, with him, where he could keep you safe.

Keeping you chained down was in your best intrets, even if it did strip you of your freedom... He was the only one who deserved to see you, after all.

"Listen, my doll. I love you so much. Why don't we just end this silly argument?"

His voice sounded so inciting, yet it was laced with a venom that would kill you if you ever let it in.

"No. Don't talk to me unless you're bringing me outside."

There you went again, acting all stubborn... It was a fun game at first, but it's now become a lot more troublesome.

"Open this door," he said, this time with much less leniency in his voice.

He said it in such a way that shook you to your very core. It was cold and uncaring, unlike his usual playful self.

But... you just knew you couldn't open that door. You'd basically be handing your freedom over to him.

"You know I hate it when you do these things-" a loud bang came from the other side of the door, "you always make it look like I'm the bad guy."

But you would not move. You did not open that door. You could not open that door.

"If this door isn't open in five seconds, I'm going to come in there myself."

...

What caused his personality to change so much?

"Five."

Why did it have to be you that he adored?

"Four."

Can't he just leave you alone?

"Three."

He's actually insane!

"Two."

Please go away...

"One."

....

You asked for this, Shadow Milk thought to himself. If only you had cooperated more. Maybe he wouldn't have to do these things. It really was all your fault.

He vanished into some shadows before swiftly reappearing on the other side of the door; where you were.

Ah, he just loved seeing your face full of fear.

We're you scared of him?

Good. You should be.

It's about time you realize who's really pulling the strings.

"You didn't really think escaping me would be so easy right? A simple locked door is hardly an obstacle, doll." He bent down in front of you, smiling and patting your head degradingly.

Tears would prick the corners of your glossy eyes as you realized you had lost.

"Oh, I've just had the most brilliant idea!" He leaned slightly closer to you. "You said you wanted to go outside, right?"

There wasn't a response from you, but you looked up at him ever so slightly.

"How about I bring you to a nice little village and slaughter each one of the residents in front of you?" His smile turned crazed, and there was hardly any sanity left in those eyes of his.

I mean, of course he'd never actually bring you outside. There was too much risk in something like that. He just needed to scare you a bit. Get you to submit.

You'd grab his arm and started to beg; quite pathetically at that.

"Don't-"

He just kept smiling, forcing you to your feet and dragging you around by the wrist.

"Wait! Don't do that please," You'd say in between a few sobs.

His grasp around your wrist tightened.

"Tell me you're sorry," he said.

"What-?"

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry.." your legs began to quiver and you'd take a small step away from him instinctly.

He cupped your face, bringing you closer to him. "For what?"

"For not listening."

It's strange, really. He was the one breaking you down, yet you were the one apologizing. It's scary how easy it is to get you crawling back to him.

"All right. I'll forgive you. But only because I'm so loving and understanding."

He brought your face to his, pushing his forehead against yours.

"Just know that next time I won't hesitate to kill all of them, and it'll be all your fault if I do."

《☆》 Fin

[tw1l1te]

Heyy you fabulous writter! You've had me hooked ever since I first found a post of yours and I don't know if you're taking writing requests but if you are...I'd like to humbly request you to write this idea?🙏

Essentially I think it'd be really cute having a small one-shot of the LU boys in twilights hyrule and them meeting his S/O. His S/O can either be a simple farmer who grew up in the same area or the idea of someone he met on his journey who also had animal turning 'abilities'/features comes to mind so they understand each other more than most. IDK if it's a silly idea or not I just thinks the boys reactions (especially time teasing twilight and such) would be Hella cute! Anyways thanks and keep the good work up! 🫡

- Anon🧋

Yesyesyesyes living out my cottage core dream with mr. cowboy teehee

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Twilight was getting giddier by the second as he approached Ordon, and the boys could tell. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying the keep the nervousness at bay, but how could he do that when he was about to see you. His beloved.

"I don't think I have ever seen you this jittery before, Pup. What's wrong?"

Twilight was about to answer him when they hear a loud gasp.

Twilight turns to see you on a tree above them, clad in what seems to be.... his old tunic? You jump down, hopping down branch by branch before landing inches away from Twilight.

"Oh by three- you're home! I missed you so much-"

He shuts you up, by pulling you in for a kiss, months of love and desperation melting onto you.

You had to pull away to avoid creating awkwardness for the others, "Alright, easyyy cowboy. Now why don't you tell me about your lil' friends?"

Time raises an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in your character.

"Oh! I completely forgot t' introduce myself! I'm Y/n, mister hero's partner."

Time nods, holding out a hand to shake.

"I'm Time, a... friend of Link's. We all met on his recent adventure."

You nod, squinting a bit at him, then eyeing the rest of them. You walk around them slightly, eyeing their garb and equipment a bit before nodding back at your boyfriend.

"They're Links too, aren't they?"

Legend jumps slightly at that, "How did you-"

You smile at him, "I gotta good nose."

Twilight shakes his head, chuckling "Alright, lets go back to the village before you start figuring everyone out."

You jog up to him, animatedly waving your hands, rambling about Colin and how good with swordsmanship he's become. Before you could continue rambling, Wind asks, "How'd you two meet?"

You and Twilight pause, looking at each other before responding.

"Oh, y'know, I met him on his quest during the Twilight Era. Stinky do-wait, they know, right?"

"They're too nosy for their own good."

"Right, so. I met him while I was in my alternate form. Fell on top of me from a brittle tree-"

"-Wait, you have a wolf form too?!" Wind exclaims, running up to you.

You snort, this kid's funny.

"Nah, that's hero's spirit and all. It's better if I show ya."

You focus for a moment before you feel the shift, still uncomfortable but so much less painful than the first time it happened, oh so many years ago.

Opening your eyes, you can feel your senses sharpen, everything intensifying tenfold.

"A fucking fox???!?!! Twilight, your wife is so cool."

"Not my wife yet, but thank you."

You walk up to Wind, cooing at him. He hesitantly pets your fur on your head, earning him a soft purr from you.

You walk up to the rest of them, just looking at them. You give a few extra sniffs to the pink-haired one, him smelling like hare.

Shifting back, you walk back to Twilight, your fur coat retreating back into your skin. You give him a peck on the cheek, continuing your way back to the village.

"Y'all coming or what?"

Twilight breaks out of his lovestruck trance, following you. Time walks up to Twilight, muttering to him,

"I can tell you've got a thing for foxy personalities."

"Oh, shut up."

[marchiekana]

Escapism

Blade x f!reader

Finally, peace.

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A teeny tiny spoiler alert!

The fight with Nanook was over. It was time for the stelleron hunter to go their own different ways, promising to still keep in touch.

✨ fluff, established relationship, he is so malewife pleek😭. Cottage core-ish.

After the disband of the stelleron hunters, You and blade finally decided to settle down in a distant planet. A peaceful one at that. The whole planet was lush green. Yet quite populated with one large city and few villages surrounding it. So it was decided. The both of you would Live out the rest of your lives together in a little cottage in the village but in a bit more remote part where there was no risk of bounty hunters or others who would hunt you down or disturb you. It was still close to a city but it didn't matter.

You got used to this lifestyle quite soon. Though very mundane sometimes, with him by your side it would always be a happy day. He would help you out with simple household chores like cooking, washing or watering plants. And while doing these chores, he had a habit of tying up his hair and oh boy, you couldn't help but swoon. He just looked so good!! You'd be so tempted to just go up and give a lil' peck on his cheeks or his lips

Somedays you'd go to the village to buy groceries together. The people of the Village were quite friendly and helped you two when you first arrived at the planet. Blade would wander off to buy a few other things like clothes and you'd buy groceries. You'd later meet up at your spot and head back home. On the way he'd hand you a few trinkets he bought because he thought it would look good one you. What a cutie!

"here". "what's in it?" You ask looking up at him. "Open it." He says. And so you do. You open it to find a ring with a red stone, as dark as his eyes, yet shining brightly because of the sun. You gave a little chuckle and thank him for his gift. In return he gives you a soft smile.which is quite rare. He loved seeing you wear his gift the next day

On special occasions, the former stelleron hunters would visit. Just to catch up or to celebrate and you were more than happy to see them. You and blade would busy yourselves in the kitchen on such days. Trying your best to finish cooking before they arrive. Then later on all of you would go out too see the town and enjoy the little festivals the town held. And of course blade buys you more trinkets, saying they look nice on you or how they would match this particular dress or how they compliment your eyes. He somehow has to spend the money he collected over centuries and what better way to spend than spend it on his beloved? You tried your best to stop him though.

Somedays were peaceful. You'd just bask in each other's presence. He'd be reading a book, and you'd be knitting a flower crown from flowers that you planted in you garden. Sometimes he'd be braiding your hair while you try your best not to fall asleep, ultimately failing And sometimes you would sing for him. Just making up little tunes out of boredom or singing songs you heard in the village. Now it was his turn to try not to fall asleep but of course he failed as well.

"Blade." .... "Blade?" You softly called out but all you received was a groan. You looked down to look at your lover who was sleeping on you lap. You let out a small gasp. He looked so beautiful right now, your heart jumped out of your chest. The way the sunlight hit his face, the way he furrowed his brows, letting a small sound that made you squeal at his cuteness and the flower crown you made, on his head made him look ....so beautiful. No. Not beautiful, it was more than that, he looked ethereal. You couldn't help yourself, honestly probably no one could if they saw a sight like this. You quickly snapped several photos for memories (and for blackmailing him by saying you'll show this to Kafka) and gave a gentle kiss on his forehead and then on his lips. Little did you know he was already awake and returning you your little gesture.

You could explode out of cuteness overload

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I am a firm believer of soft lover blade. You can fight me if you think otherwise /j

Ahhhahdhfnshfjsgjdbrhdjchddhcuvhrbrgdbfg he's the loml fr (after scara and stelle ofc but still)

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

yippie!!

ok so one day i was hangin out and thinking about how jinx and murie are both my favourite little sad wet guys in my two fave medias of all ever *And* at the same time SO far apart on the spectrum personalitywise

and it took me listening to this to flip the switch on the Autism Blender and want to just fucking mash them together like a coked up toddler making Slime out of fish guts and hayao miyazakis mothers ashes because thats what i do thats my job💅👌so theeeen it comes out pretty reminiscent of my first muriel au that also sprung up from a song i like, just- a bit to the left? like, moving along on the scale from The OG not liking violence and being involved in it whatsoever, to AU 1 where i pictured him going "yeah ok fuck it this is what i do i guess" and revengy motives to his whole thing that i now connected with him more thru the song lmao it just made me realize the vision of like. jinxies "murderingmurderinmurdering 💕fun✨" aspect + his potential desire to still do good things despite being doomed to be a machine made for destruction (ignore the fact of that desire being nonexistent in his canon form because of how he perceives himself as a thing unable to achieve performing any good ever under any circumstance) (but still refusing to actively cause harm as he isolates himself to prevent any situations arising that would lead him to do so) (ignore all that) (were yassifying him a little were allowed its fine ive already lost the plot here anyway were wildin) so a vigilanty type beat and also ~my axe is my buddy🥰 we both cry with the trees😔✊ /me & my axe will bring the devil to his knees (✿◕‿◕ )~ goes hard as phUCK

so then all that led to This new V.3 mutation where hed be actually having fun with it........ so I kinda start turning him over in my brain some more, forgetting about jink by now and at first I go Huh this is kinda. him but lucioey a lil bit. and THEN i go hm. Well this ground is awful soft n ready to dig

so with all that out of the way i can now present!: Brand New Vague Shadow of a Concept of an Idea that ill Never Do Anything with

and I really don’t know how to verbalize this very well at all mmjfdh but like. Ok bulletpoints activate

Muriel:

From a badass warrior tribe

Didn’t get booted out cuz theyre fine this time oopsie no genocide

Hes in there way chillin way awesome way good at fighting everybody loves him

Hes like. Way himboey in this one. SO jock. Smiles a lot <3 <3 <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Like okay if i was actually serious about writing this I think id need a fucking lucio consultant because I really know zilch about that bitch but like okay you know how lucios kinda all scary n cunty and cunning and fancy and seems like hes got shit figured out. Until he *starts talking*? Muriel here is like that but hes just really fucking scary until he starts talking BUT not like normally where hes adorable just has resting bitch face, its just like. that part of him that came thru in the reversed ending at the very end, yknow. but make it less depressing ihjhsrfbjs hes like full letterman jacket highschool bully core total kurt & ram vibe, like ok youd see him on a battlefield ABsolutely WRECKIng some fools into a pulp with his bare bear hands and immediately after that he turns around like WOOOOOOO THAT’S what im TALKIN ABOUT LETS GO GUYS WHO WANTS A BEER *cut to him chugging an entire keg over his head with da boys around losing their minds* like think college frat but they raid villages for fun and profit. Pretty orc coded. Kinda thor coded. Actually exactly thorcoded wow that really is what I was going for. I was wondering why I couldn’t help imagining him with a australian accent, I guess that’s a mystery solved. anyway

Maybe his parents got killed in some other battle im not sure how to weave around that in detail yet BUT- ok so check this I thought ill have to give him some motive to wanna reach the devil somehow for,,.,,… something right. to make him fill an antagonist role So this might be stupid a lil I just thought of this and it needs to cook for sure but what if he just rolled up into vesuvia as the magic capital or something whtver, to figure out how to get to talk to the devil, cuz he just like, really wants his parents back cuz they got valhallad in some glorious combat, and they were cool and he misses them and they could fight some more cool fights together and pillage n chill jhbsfvjgzdc beCAUsE hear me out im rolling with the swap inversions opposites motive here right, so the thing that popped up in my head was- Lucio had the “I wanna kill my parents bcause I hate them and so I can rule and get what I want” thing goin at the start right, like that is basically what started it off he got his dad he didnt get morgha SO what IF I gave murie a “i wanna conquer this place and use it to get my parents back. cuz I missem :(” like fully turned it around idk IDK IT SEEMS MESSY IDK IS IT CUTE IS IT DUMB IT MAKES ME FEEL DUMB BUT IN THAT WAY THAT MIGHT MEAN THAT ITS ACTUALLY WORKING BUT I DONT KNOW *screaming with no air*

But overall yeah hes khal drogo but more noticeably himboey but not in a likeable way cuz were switching them so I cant make him likeable for myself hnjdgfgb leaning into popular dumb jock trope

UnLESSSS i DID combo it with murdermuriel au 1.0 some more and made their tribe like. Not murdery somehow like what would be the opposite of the og scourge roaming around ruining shit. well that was the og kokhuri but now I gotta do some fucking triple axels here to make it make sense so how the fuck do I make this version of kokhuri more warriory in culture than the original but still nice like robinhoody style jhbfsvhjbs this is falling tf apart might need to scrap it bc on lucios end itd be even harder wouldn’t it. Spartan cunts but they don’t kill people that’s a nono lmao

now im thinking some more about the aspect of lucio being, you know. a pretty shitty leader right, and how to incorporate that here, because i have no idea if im following an actual set rule here regarding whats swapped and how even, theres barely a theme im straight up just

but yeah so now i figure it could be murie tryna get his folks back because they were the actual defacto leaders of their tribe, he was just kinda still following along and doin his chores in being the uhh the face, the charisma, the one to kinda like. get the people on board easier with whatever decision they made for them and hyping it up as the best possible choice anyone could ever make and maybe even actually believing it too cuz theyre actually that tightknit and he trusts them with anything aw. is this too onedimensional or can i give my boy some good nice facking family relations at least in an alternate life ghhkjkfdh hes their pride n joy and can do no wrong but yeah the point is he himself hasnt actually made any decisions without them before, isnt very good at actually leading and strategizing and planning and knowing how everything complicated works and he knows it, so he sees his only solution in bringing them back to not let everything fall apart

SEE I BROUGHT IT AROUND I CLEANED UP NICE WITH OG LUCIO SETTING OFF FROM THE POINT OF FEELING LIKE HES THE BEST AT EVERYTHING AND SHOULD B RECOGNIZED AS SUCH AND TRYING TO GET RID OF HIS PARENTS TO GET IT AND MY BOY HERE ENDING UP EXACTLY OPPOSITE. GO SHAWTY GO SHAWTY IM SO SMART am i fucking up lulus backstory i feel like i am cuz im like wait what the fuck did he kill his dad for again. demonheart. deal. thing. whatd he wish. like he wasnt already running for count n shit yet he did want to climb up the ladder in his own tribe right i have no idea yell at me in comments thank you

I also don’t know if the first (last) scourge battle wouldve happened or nah

Lucio/Montag

Oh my fucking god what if I figured out an alternative L moniker for murie so theyd get to switch letters in their namesssssssss like lucio is a made up name he made it up so like UAGHASHG L.,,,...,, Lion ofthe,... south NO he HAS to be bEAR CODED AAFYFFHG BUT LUCIO HAD LEOPARD IMAGERY N SHIT RAAHAHHGH IM FITIN FOR MY LIFE HERE

Anyway he lives in a forest somewhere cuz his tribe threw him out fully voluntarily bc he sucks ass (or at least for their standards cuz I guess he would be way younger than 18 here for this) (Like a spartan type deal ur too weak we don’t want you *drops you off a cliff*  *but theres 4 feet of snow under it so he survives*  *that’s so fucking goofy hjbsfbj kinda suits him*) so uhhhhhh i don’t know where hed be currently chilling for an mc to meet him ever but yeah hes kinda Floki Vikings™ type of vibe at least visually that’s what came to mind first to picture him lol

look at this little blond rat bastard. adorable. becoming increasingly obsessed. picturing lucio with this exact hairline. moving on

and his thing is hes still insecure as fuck but worse at ignoring it and hiding it and hes a lil nervous bundle of sticks and always talking bc of it, kinda Bruno Madrigalesque type vibe julian but a pitch more pathetic who knew it could be done yknow? opposite of The OG The Mountain The Stone Cold Silent The Muriel The Scourge The Kokhuri The Third and also me when writing and not stopped in time

oh oh what if he was totes in denial that his tribe kicked him out and in his view hes on some super intense convoluted secret mission (lasting from. age 7 to now apparently) and as soon as hes done they’ll totally come back for him kdfsgjffd I thought it could either be his own copium or he took it from some last interaction with someone who took pity on him as a kid and wanted to give him some comfort, or something he misunderstood entirely

hm. They both have canid familiars idk what to do with that. muriel with two wolves tho. thats hot shit righ there if i do say so myself

oh now im toying with the idea of taking away muriels SUPPOSED YET UNCONFIRMED AS MY VERY CONTROLLED ACADEMIC STUDY HAS SHOWN COUGHCOUGHJHBSRGJBHF talking to animals buff, i dont wanna just take it and give it to lucio tho, but like. what the fuck else do i give him. astral projecting to tie into his ghost era? sounds dope actually alright lets do that lmao

ok its 1 30 am i hope this is comprehensible to anybody anywhere im zonking out now khbsfhbfk love u

@tetsuooooooooooo I've missed your essays, this was such a treat to log in to!!!

And WOW, thorcoded Muriel is not something I ever would have thought of on my own but oddly enough I feel like the AU you're coming up with could really work, goodness me. And the way you've inverted Lucio's character too!! I'd love to see how their interaction dynamics invert as well!

Always good to hear from you friend, hope you're doing well!

[sillyrobotsblog]

Ok i do it im gonna post them one at a time. Welcome to my fantasy/wildermyth au! Starting off of course with freddy.

Ok so! A lil bit of bg info for those who haven’t played wildermyth: He used to be human! Freddy here is what’s known as an enduring! A person who, by use of a technique known by a specific mage, left their human body behind for a tailor-made one of bone and metal. The reasons this would happen vary, in freddy’s case this was done to save him from a disease that took out half his village. While he looks scary, he’s actually quite friendly and kindhearted.

The blue stuff in the tubing and core at his center is called lifelight and is quite literally his soul gjgjsnbf

Backstory timeline, fun facts and gear/ability set below the cut c:

-Age 17: He and younger sister Chica are orphaned in an attack on their village. As the eldest, he practically raises his sister.

-Age 19: He, his sister and a childhood friend become traveling bards, as well as heroes for the villages they stay at.

-Age 21: Heads an effort to repel an attacking faction of Thrixl (weird horrible bug things with the power to mess with minds) from their village with his younger sister Chica, childhood friend bonnie and new companion foxy. The four become a well known group, traveling the land to drive out monsters where needed.

-Age 23: The thrixl are repelled. Freddy marries Bonnie. There is peace, for a while.

-age 25: A plague sweeps across the yondering lands. Freddy falls ill and shows no signs of recovery. Out of desperation, his sister chases a rumor of a way to stop the plague, a sorcerer who can make new bodies for those who must abandon theirs. Their search takes them to the warren of the enduring.

-Freddy is made enduring. Knowing that because of this he will live forever and not wanting to leave him to face this alone, Chica also becomes enduring. Whilst dodging Morthagi, they continue to protect the land they once called home from the shadows.

-after a performance in their warren’s tavern, the pair meet two other enduring who ask them to teach them to play music as well. They become fast friends and soon family of sorts.

-Age 1025: Helps a group of heroes take out the source of the morthagi (also robots made of bone and metal, but much more primitive and often focused on destruction) attempting to eradicate the enduring. There is a cavein, and he sacrifices himself to get the human heroes he is assisting to safety.

-Age ????: Uncovered and repaired by a travelong mystic and his wife. Unfortunately the whereabouts of his siblings are unknown. Joins the pair when they offer to help him search.

Abilities now c:

-Stormtouched, which is why his legs are like that! This allows him to move pretty dang fast despite the hulking metal frame, as well as emit shockwaves by stomping a few times per battle. Touching him also sometimes stuns enemies.

-beartouched. Why hes shaped like that and grants him extra strength

-His axe is called clockstopper, and is particularly effective against morthagi.

[cute-sweet-corgo]

NAME: Maroon Queen

ALIAS: Maroon, Red Lady, Flesh Nymph, Heart of the forest

AGE: Close to 373

PRONOUNS: She/Her

HEIGHT: 7'3

WEIGHT: Fluctuates

SPECIES: Forest Mavka, elder

BIRTHPLACE: Kozak Sich

APPEARANCE: Anthropomorphic remanence of very old mavka. The entirety of the body is made out of flesh, bones, veins and blood of fallen people and animals surrounding the territory of old Sich. In the chest cavity, a bunch of viburnum flowers grow all the time (they never fade away due to their core - the heart of Kalyna). The chest cavity also is partially protected by additional hands. Often is seen with 3 to 6 poterchata (children's spirits).

PERSONALITY: Protective, sisterly and melancholic, this being is made out of loss and unfulfilled potential. The mostly docile creature spends most of her time underground sleeping.

LIL BIO: At life her name was Kalyna. The story of her death goes as follows in most legends. The girl Kalyna was picking berries in the forest and suddenly saw that the enemies - the Tatars, were coming to the village. She ran to the village and warned her fellow villagers. While villagers all ran to secret underground hiding tunnels, Kalyna distracted the enemies. She led them to the swamp where, after learning about her plan, they killed her. But they still couldn't get out of the swamp, they were in too deep. The girl's blood fell on the nearby bushes and turned into berries with heart-like grains, which were later called viburnum.

After passing, Maroon had 200 years of hibernation. After awakening she rarely appears in people's view, her presence is felt by the smell of fresh blood. She still mourns the loss of her humanity.

[desires-of-chain]

Hey, it's 🧚 anon here! I'm not dead, yaaayyy

So um. Ahem.

Legend getting embarrassed but oddly jealous when you find a bunny out in the wild and coo at how adorable it is? Like it's a little white one, so cute. He has to pry you away from it, and you whine because you want the bunny!

So then when this shit keeps up and he finds you cooing at almost every animal you see (bunnies, a dog in the village you see, hell, even fucking wolfie); ...bro loses his shit.

Let's say reader's a little plus size, yeah? Got a bit of belly 'n' some thighs to get him goin'.

He's got you on your knees (earlier you were on your back; this is not the first round) pounding you mercilessly, hands feeling up and squeezing your soft body. There's hickeys of all sizes littering not only your shoulders and breasts, but also your lower belly and your inner thighs. The entire time, he's talking you down.

"So, my cute lil' bunny thinks they're allowed to take their eyes off me, huh? What, gonna go give every little animal your attention? Might as well let 'em fuck you too, right?"

He knows it's silly to be jealous over animals, but he can't help himself. You'd been giving your attention to everything and everyone except him, and it'd driving him nuts all damn day.

The way he's stretching you out so deliciously makes you squeal, and he smirks.

"Aww, what's wrong, babe? Too much? Should I stop?" he teases with an evil grin.

"N-No! Please--!" he hears you beg. How can he deny you?

So he doesn't stop. In fact, he doesn't let you finish... for hours. He edges you over and over until you can't think straight. When he's finally had his fun with you, he lets you finish, your fluids fucking drenching him. He grins.

"Hopefully that'll teach you not to ignore me from now on." He laughs as you collapse onto the bed. He rolls over, laying beside you as he pulls you close as kisses the top of your head. But right after, his hand comes up to your neck, gripping slightly. You swallow.

"...Ignore me again and it'll be worse next time. Hear me?" he growls in your ear.

You nod, swallowing again as you're unable to ignore the heat that just flooded your core at that sentence.

It was going to be a long night...

Heh. Not that great, but enjoy!

-🧚

YER ALIVE

THIS IS THE CONTENT I CRAVE JKLSDNFDSADFSAD

PLUS SIZE READER'S STRIKE ONCE MOREEE

Oh boy, reader is not going to be able to walk for about a week or two. His "punishment" will teach them to keep their eyes on him and not one somebody else's 😏

[bogbees]

ok shit sorry I'm having feelings ab Naruto again and i know it's been years but like FUCK OFF WITH THAT ENDING

Naruto, orphan boy, who was hated and just wanted to belong, to be considered human, to be liked — becoming hokage was just the ultimate solution to that desire; it'd make ppl look at him with respect and ppl would love him!

then you actually make him hokage even tho he's finally gotten all that stuff, and THEN make him a workaholic shitty dad. him. orphan boy. he's finally got the love and attention he's always wanted. being hokage shouldn't interest him anymore?? have him look at how Kakashi handled it and go "oh yeah I'm actually good for it." like yeah he's stupid but get him drunk with shikamaru and the gang and it'll come to mind.

i think like. he should have followed Iruka's footsteps and become a teacher.

Kishimoto is SOOOOO excited ab repeating patterns and making his cast behave similarly if they're related. Having it so that Iruka gets to go to Naruto's wedding as his father, like, after like, LITERALLY if Iruka wasn't there to take a giant shuriken in the back for Naruto, that kid would probably have ended up going down the same path as Gaara did! Iruka is so important to Naruto, enough to be considered his dad for his wedding. they are family.

they could have bonded from being second gen immigrants from the same destroyed village (not that Naruto would have known, but Iruka would have know his mom and his parents would probably be chummy with her due to their heritage, so like, auntie). they could have had silly lil prank wars, gotten team 7 involved. they could have gone "huh we need to not eat so much ramen, wanna come over and make katsudon with me?"

(fuck. I'm sorta crying typing this.)

more so than that "imma toss in his dad and mom as spirits so he gets to meet them bc i want my son i just had to meet me," bullshit. FUCK OFF KISHIMOTO! YOU CHANGED THE FOURTH HOKAGE'S FACE!!

ughgh i just. i love Naruto. i love how it's a story ab loneliness at it's core but i just. Kishimoto sucks. Iruka fell off the wagon and I mourn his role in Naruto's life constantly.

[inspector-montoya-fox]

Let’s briefly talk about how Murray naturally gravitates towards female protagonists, i.e. Carmelita & Penelope. i think it doesn’t even have to do with anything else other than gender, and sorry for always making it about that but i think the exploration of male and female relations in the series is fascinating. i think the fact that Carmelita and Penelope have virtually nothing in common in terms of character and that Murray is able to connect with both of them really just speaks on his character and how the gang’s dynamics work. Murray is very much the only member of the core trio who is in touch with his feelings and his sensitivities, whereas the other two fall victim to “what a man should be like” imposed by their furry society, which makes complete sense when you think about Sly feeling the burden of his entire lineage and Bentley just feeling physically inferior. sure, we get Sly’s lil monologue at the end of the first game when he’s thanking his pals for helping him take down Clockwerk, but honestly, overall, there’s not a lot of outward appreciation. without Sly or Bentley, the gang supposedly falls flat, but we have two outings where Murray isn’t present. this just goes to show that Sly and Bentley (and generally other male protagonists) try to hide their vulnerabilities and act tough, whereas Murray doesn’t adhere to the gender norms brought on by societal pressure. he defo embraces his feelings and his identity, and isn’t afraid to follow his gut, like when he’s unable to operate without the Guru and when he straight up just quits like a sensitive legend when Bentley’s injured.

i think all of this^ is the reason behind why it’s easier for Murray to form relationships with female characters. more specifically, he bonds with Carmelita and Penelope during weird phases in their lives. Carmelita is 100% in denial over the entire Neyla Interpol situ, still trying to prove her innocence through shenanigans like setting up shop in the Canadian wilderness as if the gang wasn’t the reason her brain wasn’t turned to caca. like sis... just get with the agenda no1 is taking you seriously. you’re an outlaw plain and simple. in A Cold Alliance, Penelope has just dropped the Black Baron persona, something which provided her with safety and comfort even though it was toxic. she’s welcomed into a group full of testosterone as the lone female member and is treated to Bentley’s raging boner for her and his ego cracking under Sly’s presence in the spotlight. in comes Murray who, in both cases, just happens to be there but turns out to be greatly valued anyway. both Penelope and Carmelita find comfort in his character and his ability to place his vulnerabilities to the forefront.

Sly facing all three female villains in the series makes sense because his brash and narcissistic character creates friction with the concept of women trying to be taken seriously, especially when he tries to be flirty. Mz Ruby, the Contessa and Neyla’s aspirations of being great villains with successful villain plots suddenly get eclipsed by Sly’s arrogance and over-confidence, his flirtatious quips entrapping them in the “yea you’re a villain but you’re also a woman who will be swayed by my charms no matter what”. Murray, on the other hand, has a boss fight against Rajan, who mocks his physical prowess, and by extent his masculinity. this comes as a threat because again Murray doesn’t adhere to the traditional concept of the macho man, even if his appearance and mannerisms suggest otherwise. i think SP really set out to create an oxymoron with this character: a bubbly pink hippo who wears leather wrestler/biker accessories (which can be seen as either ultra-machismo or Tom of Finland + Village People culture) and can take anyone down. add to this the fact that he was initially meant to be explicitly bisexual (even as a joke) and Murray is straight out of the pages of gender theory; how society has forced us to reject our innate bisexuality and our inner “other”.

lastly and because i’m a bitch, this is yet another thing S*nzaru managed to screw up somehow (which is a stretch considering they couldn’t even deliver a decent game with respect to the source material, why the fuck would i expect them to include deep gender relations in the game LMAO). even if we look past the massive load of horseshit the game expects us to be fine with and accept, Carmelita wouldn’t have stormed off in Clan of the Cave Raccoon following Sly’s “betrayal”. i think the dynamics of the gang would have shifted here and she’d naturally gravitate towards Murray, who would understand that what Sly did was not ok. i think alienating her as the angry ex girlfriend definitely showed how little S*nzaru understands gender and gender relations and Murray would have been there for our main girl after a break-up.

anyway, i don’t give a shit if i didn’t answer the question properly. anti-S*nzaru rhetoric for clear skin

[beevean]

And onto Rush Adventure now:

-Tbh at first i wasnt sold on the materials grinding for ships but later liked how it gives you a reason to improve your scores on the levels so you can get more. Idk i usually dont care abt scores but w the external motivation? Yea

-Same w the misions, good way to have lil extra stuff to do (that said why did they block the sound mode songs behind misions. Game pls my internet makes opening youtube an odyssey and now this too? Cruelty 😔)

-Oh and also the ship minigames! Its fun to have a map you can explore, and the races w Jhonny for the chaos emeralds are way better than the Surely Existing special levels (also srry if i got his name wrong lmao)

-Onto the soundtrack; its more broad compared to rush, and each song does matches well the enviroment. I like the tropical coastal vibes of the main town n training level, and oh man. Sky babylon and deep core my beloveds who literally got engraved in my neurons so hard i was struggling reading hours later bc the darn tunes kept playing in the background of my skull. Well scratch that all the tunes keep playing on the bg of my skull rn, what kind of eldritch curse is this). So yes good ost 👍

-Overall the aesthetic n vibes are also more broad with that tropical relax overtone, its quite nice. The difficulty is also way more forgiving (i mean i played on easy but that's the mode the game came in) and the tutorials with the controls are helpful (yes i struggled with the jump dash in the previous game how can you tell)

- The story is also more calm and silly goofy but in a good way (can def see what ppl mean by the diff eras in sonic writing there). I also liked Whisker being the main but kinda dumb villain for funnies vs the eggmans being a bigger threat)

-I liked the scene in the coral cave where Blaze appears bc my mind was half "haha i knew we were in Blaze's world, neat" and " weeee hi Blaze, game of the year :D"

-Marine was also neat, liked her silly dynamic of cheerful kid who is a bit too full of herself and is kind of a brat abt it, and how she later learns to admit her own limits :) And the koala villagers were neat too i like their designs :)

Overall thank you for letting me ramble into your ask box abt these games, its been fun :D

lmao yeah it's a nice incentive! I think the only other game that gives you a reward with higher ranks is Unwiished (another Dimps game), where the higher the rank the more medals you get.

also sonic 🤝 hector:having to earn their crafting materials

The missions are a good way to extend the gameplay, but IIRC some of the Sol Emerald missions were brutal... I have flashes of the Blizzard Peak mission.

The waterbike was genuinely really fun and I hated that it was considered the "worst" vehicle for travel :( I don't like the submarine, let me travel the world on my tiny waterbike while the best music plays :( also yeah the Special Stages with Johnny are original! Certainly more than Half Pipe 50.0

SRA'S OST was composed by veterans Tomoya Ohtani and Mariko Nanba while trying to recreate Naganuma's style. Definitely unique and underrated. Sky Babylon used to be my favorite too! But there are so many tracks that IMO deserve more love, like Haunted Ship, Blizzard Peaks, the boss theme and Whiskers & Johnny <3

Funny to think SRA came out one year after '06, widely criticized at the time for being too melodramatic :P Whiskers is also a nice case of Eggman being the twist villain for once! Although the credits of the "bad" ending spoil him and Nega, lol. Not that Whiskers looks mysterious himself... eh you get it.

Marine seems to have been reevaluated recently, like many things from the 2000s. I remember that back then no one could stand her and her Aussie accent lmao, precisely because she was an annoying brat. She is still mildly underrated, but I think the modern fandom generally "forgave" her because they understood that she was meant to be a foil for Tails, who is more insecure.

(two fun facts: in some countries, SRA initially got a 12+ rating because Marine says "bugger", which is pretty mild for Aussie slang but is much stronger for American standards. Also, Marine is Australian because in original she speaks in Kansai-ben, and I guess that was a way to recreate the cultural connotations! That and koalas :P)

You're welcome, you're free to rant at any time <3

[genmaichafan]

Donna story under the cut. Lil gorey. Lil bit sad. A lot bit fucked up.

“Angie, just get in.” Donna struggled fictitiously to get Angie in the infant sling.

”Fuck that!”

Angie ran circles around her bigger half playfully, both dawdling for it was that time of the week. The one time of week they had to do the thing donna usually dreaded the most.

the lead up was always the hard part. going outside. once they are there she would always wonder why she makes it so hard.

therapy.

this time she brought some biscotti and some tea as a gift. Donna knows how the people of the village are often far from stores that sell the little indulgences that she so enjoyed.

”Angie do you think this is too much.” her voice trailed off with a pregnant pause.

”i know that our relationship is professional-“

”IF THEY DON'T LIKE IT WE CAN SHOVE IT UP THEIR ASS”

Donna did not indulge her the dolls insight, just silently meeting each other halfway. Scooping the beloved doll into her arms delicately into the swaddle. Angie pretended that she did not like this but well, she liked being taller than normal, and the tight forward facing swaddle allowed just for that.

“GIDDY-UP” Angie flamboyantly waved her arms.

—

it was mid winter and the air was cold and stiff, the wind crossing the body like sickles to the core. Heavy snow crunching like bone underneath. the graveyard in front of the manor not lighting the greyess of it all. There were some jars filled with long dead lightning bugs hung from tree to tree along with the numerous dolls that littered the place.

”hello Joanne, hello David…”

she went on as she passed certain dolls that she knew. each representing someone that was no longer around the living after the graves no longer could suffice. Although as she recalled there were many times no remains were left to bury anyways.

Extended greetings aside, her eyes did not often stray from the ground, even when there was no risk of meeting anyone’s gaze. Ducking from time to time when she “remembered” there was a low hanging branch. Often missing the timing a bit, getting a fateful of foliage. Donna was getting better at it the more she had therapist visits, a relatively new thing for her.

this was not the first one that she has seen, having a history of burning through the like kindling in a burning house fire.

although this one was the first one that seemed to be the most calm about the situation they truly are in.

A hostage situation,a kidnapping, Rocky Mountain horror,, is what some of the other therapists called it. While true, their agitation easily rubbed Angie wrong, who was often the first to defend donna. Once even going as far as choking the one to death with her little doll hands.

angie often griped about how they say they wanna help people but the moment you “give em a person that needs help they don't wanna do it!” Or “Miranda is letting you live! be happy!!”

__

making their way into the more populated part of the village the normal sounds and sights were not to be seen.

naray a living person in sight which caused donna to ‘hum’ in thought.

”Angie there’s more dead people here than normal. I hope they are ok.” the words trailing off the more the sentence went on.

”DANG LUGG HEADS-“ Donna quickly hushed the doll by putting her hand over the limp gaping jaw.

Growling and cartilaginous crunching could be heard.

Following the sound with no regard for the gore around them, finding it more concerning to actually have to find and deal with people outside of her comfort zone, Donna just could not deal with the loud begging, screaming, crying and the grabbing without permission most of all.

yet she must prevail. Her second favorite person was on the line at the moment.

As if her mind willed it into being, there they were, covered in visera of all kinds. Covered in the blood of at least each innocent person that would no longer be living there in the waking world. Convulsing in the dirt in agony growling, yowling in pain and cannibal desire.

“Oh no dr Donatello.” Donna's voice shaking with a unique sadness all the while Dr.donatello seemed to recognize the two. Yowling comes off as poor attempts at communication. Blood clotting their throat.

”AW DANG THEY’VE GOT FLEAS.” They pair looked at each other and nodded seemingly knowing what to do. Lowering themselves to meet the soil.

”Dr please breathe in deeply for five seconds and hold then exhale for five, like you have taught me.” The mourning veil concealing all the warmth the moment had to give.

“It’ll be over soon.” DR. Donotello calmed all too quickly, eyes becoming dull not before the violent cacophony of convulsion that erupted from the lycan. Flopping around whatever is happening causing vicious heart attacks.

”HAH HE LOOKS LIKE A FISH!”

Donna did not respond to that, just watching as the corpse's nerves twitch the last bit of life the creature had. Donna tenderly took their hand into her feeling as they grew colder and colder.

”Farewell my friend.”

The only thoughts Donna had were of what type of precious porcelain she could make.

[ratlivesonblog]

Hey so remember when i was talking about Dream and Error? because i made a lil fanfic about them actually :3

Characters: error sans, dream sans

Additional info: first meeting out of battle, first meeting, error being himself, no smut

Summary: Dream was able to finally fall asleep when a cluster of fear from an Outertale au wakes him up with a jolt. It must be his brother doing, he has to stop him.

Strings instantly latched to his soul. He fell down to his knees at the pressure. In the midst of rocks and craters two red eyes with mismatched eyelights pointed straight to him.

Dream was... He is fine. The multiverse is big, he has allies like Swap, and Core!frisk, and Ink. So he has a lot of friends to help him!

His recovery from staying so much time in the stone is, well... still on-going, with various amount of progress. Spreading happiness brings him joy and, sometimes through his outings with Blue and Stretch he meets nice people!

Summoning his new bow now has become second nature to him, his daggers are a little more difficult but he's getting the hang of it.

Blue is a really really positive monster, the first time Stretch tried to defend the younger one from Dream by threatening him, the guardian almost cried tears of joy. He's glad his friend has such a good brother. 

Ink is―

"Dream! Dream! Dream! You won't believe what happened today!"

But the positive skeleton would believe and listen. Despite him being so exhausted that he had to go to bed and rest after another battle with his brother, and another failed attempt to make him sane.

"What happened Ink?" A tired smile lay on his face despite the fact that Ink couldn't see it. He probably looks a lot like classic right now.

"Well―" The skeleton paused to look down at his scarf for two seconds before lighting up again. "Okok, basically today Error was attacking an Au right? Right. And as usual i try to talk him out of it while we fight. But guess what! Today we didn't fight! And when i talked to him he just went back to the AntiVoid! Maybe I'm getting to him? Oh that would be so great. Maybe we could even be friends! Can you believe it Dream I'm getting through to him i know i can do it! Maybe one day he'll―" Inks eyes went from a star and a green exclamation point to random shapes as his smile dimmed. He paused. "What was i saying?"

Dream sighed, his smile a little more genuine now. "You're getting through to Error."

"Exactly! Isn't that great? I'm so excited for this i might-" He threw up.

Dream, despite his positive attitude and his liking to Ink. Would not be cleaning that up. So he told exactly that to his friend and went back to sleep.

In the earlier days in the village he didn't require to sleep or to eat, he did these when he had the time because it was nice. Now he requires the former to live. It's an odd sensation feeling tired, especially bad when it happens while he's in a battle. But he pushes through. So many worlds need his help. Stopping simply because of fatigue isn't an option, he has to be there ready to give them assistance.

A clutter of fear from an AU -that should be positive- startles him awake with a jump, making his soul beat increase. The ink from before is still on the ground. He quickly puts on his outfit in case he has to fight and searches for any positive feelings to create his portal. Luckily for him he finds some not exactly far away, at the edge of this variation of waterfall.

With only a single glance it's noticeably Outertale, or one of its timelines with its beautiful sky and constant night. As he walks towards the source of all this fear, anxiety crawls at his throat. He should've called Ink or Blue or someone. He won't be able to fight alone, he's too weak to help anyone like this, and he'll cause damage, and his brother will― No. He can do this. One breath in, and one out.

Following the path illuminated by floating lanterns Snowdin soon came into view. Like in so many Aus it was full of snow. But the lanterns stopped glowing at its limits, probably to signify the night for it's residents. But it did not matter. On the celestial lake of the river multiple monsters were hugging each other and crying.

There was a Jerry. The Jerry saw a smile for the first time.

When he was about to go and reassure them that there seemed to be no threat and that he'd help them with whatever happened. An empowering source of annoyance almost made his knees buckle. He looked at its direction, sure, but it was behind a cliff, in the distance.

It was pure unfiltered annoyance. Usually emotion would be mixed like fear with sadness or arger. Happiness with glee or excitement. Or even happiness and sadness. This was odd but he didn't let himself fall.

First of all he went to help the monsters calm down. Most of them were children so they didn't know how to explain what they saw. Dream smiled at them. When they quickly calmed down with his reassurance he led them to the Librarby and told them to stay together while he'll go check the thing out ok? Ok.

He kept track of who or what radiated that surge of annoyance. They felt calmer. But not happier. Now that the fearing children weren't as suppressing to anything else, he could freely feel the other monsters contentment while dreaming. A portal appeared. He stepped through.

Strings instantly latched to his soul. The apple. He fell down to his knees at the pressure. In the midst of rocks and craters two red eyes with mismatched eyelights were pointed straight to him.

"Why Do all of you ANoMALieS have to keep boTheRing me? wHat do You Want."

But Dream was frozen. He did not expect to find the destroyer here. 

Maybe that explained the fast flicker of different emotions constantly going through. 

"I- umh. You're― you're angry and― " 

Surprise flickered. Then it was gone. "ObViouSly I'm angry! That filthy squiD won't leave me the heck AAAaloNe! To do my job and the voices won't stop that hEy mAybe i shOulD LISTEN! But they're all WorthLess and they don't know what they're saying. Luckily they've stopped annoying me. But then you came in their place. Wanna try and lecture me about how grEaT AUs are?" His face made a creepy smile at the end as he retrieved his strings. Dream could not be afraid even if he wanted to, his soul was a moment away from being thorn to pieces. But he was able of feelings with lesser negativity, unsettled for example. He was ready to materialize his weapon at any given moment. 

The emotions of the destroyer said something different from his speech though. Not that he didn't find Ink annoying, that was, unsurprisingly, true. But about the voices. Especially when he said worthless.

Dream shifted his weight uncomfortably from one side to the other, in a poor attempt to bring him more comfort. He's not sure if the glitched skeleton has completely fallen into madness, he cannot risk his soul. "I'm not here to fight. I understand you have to― to destroy in order for the multiverse to function." 

The darker sans looked at him for a moment before directing to the sky. "HaHAHAHHAhahaAH! sssSee! Someone finally knows how important my JJjob is! Suck it!" Then he turned back to Dream. "You're still an annoying glitchchch but i think if you're nice enough I'll get you later on the line." He did not let go of the golden apple.

"Uhm, I promise to not come closer or do anything but could you- could you please let go of my soul?"

Error paused for a second. "Why? So you can trY and make me an happy little guy with your poWerS?" He grinned. "Or maybe create a portal for your little friends to, what? Get me in chains for taking out the ABoMinaTioNs contaminating this multiverse? Do you think you can even do sOmeThinG to ME? I'm not like your poor excuse of a brother. Your harrows won't break me into PPpiecEsEsEsEses." 

The words cut deep. Even more so that Error meant every single one. Dream simply stared, forgetting what he was about to rebut for his freedom. For the first time of the day his expression was neutral instead of a comforting smile. His eyelights shrunk in size while becoming a paler yellow, he held his face between his legs as to not look at the face of the destroyer.

"WHat noW? Why- whY aRe you LAUGHING? stOp IT sTOP laUGh―" The destroyer faltered right before the guardian eyes. "Hey, I- uH, I didn't mean tHAt. SSSso cAN you notNotnOTNOT."

But Dream didn't care as his shoulders shook, no tears fell. It was all so much, and he misses his brother. And loving reading together. And playing together. Sleeping alongside him knowing Night will be there when he'd wake. Building houses with the villagers. His mother. The simple joy of everyday. He misses his brother.

"LoOk you cAn- you can stop it, i didn't meanmean Mean it, well some, bUt nOt All, I'm sORry, PleaSE stOstostoSToP, uHHhh―" The glitches were intensifying and the skeleton was able to feel the discomfort in Error, his instinct told him to make the glitch happier, yet he didn't. His anguish got stored up since his release from the stone and no happy feelings could make the light sadness go away. 

Yet no tears fell.

"loOk IIiiIi i-uH- uhHGhhhHhHhHHHhHH―"

beeeeep

Looking up Error was so close his hand almost touched Dreams skull tilted like this. A jolt passed through his body. So many emotions at the same time yet none. It was overwhelming and a breath of fresh air. He wants this to stop and for it to last forever. 

It's so confusing his shaking just got stronger and worse.

When the beep dissolved the sans flew back and scanned the shook skeleton. When nothing apparently happened Dream put his head down again. A pressure as strong as he could manage was put into it by his hands trying to drown out everything else. 

It wasn't doing anything. Nothing was stopping. He doesn't want to feel this. He wants this to stop. This is too much, too much is happening, he will never be free again, he'll never have a family again. He'll be able to get through this, no he won't, he'll doom the universe by staying right here right in this desolate place with the apple at risk he will never be able to look anyone in the eye again knowing he failed each and every one of them and their families got killed because of―

Error.exe has crashed. 

A pair of hands wrapped around his small curled up figure. The beep was right in his ears. Static prickled his bones as if his every atom was being shifted at same time. It kinda hurts. If he had a weaker body it'd feel like needles slowly being pushed into his body. Maybe that's what's happening now. Maybe he's dying.

Error eyes are filled with the same message over and over: has stopped working, has crashed, Error. And static is on top of it all. The hands around him are... More welcome than he would've thought. The material of the jacket is soft and the weight against him is more grounding than ever.

Feeling the static on his bones is helping him ignore those emotions.

"FUck, Are yOu... Are you OK now?"

He tried to talk, but choked on air. If he moved the fear if his apple breaking was a never ending constant. He still shook his head, unable to do anything else. 

Error.exe has crashed. Again. The wait was insufferable and lovely. It gave him time to calm down even with the impending doom of Error returning conscious. He was able to look at the stars with a weight pressing on him, Outertale is truly beautiful. He could feel every single happy emotion reach inside him and get sent back to its owner. Error felt like the shell of thousands emotions. All different ones flowing through him. But usually one prevailed while he was awake. Right now it was an untamed sea of madness.

He resigned to looking at the sky, getting memories of happier times, where him and his brother would still be a family.

But he didn't― couldn't let himself follow the memory. The prickly feeling on his bones kept him in the now. He wonders what Ink would say about all of this.

Suddenly he got squeezed and the weight sitting on him was gone. It seems that his powers, despite being weak and constricted, finally got to him. Even if not in the way Dream had wanted. 

Satisfaction.

The glitches clinging to him were still going and multiplying. Error felt satisfied, yet looked at him with disgust in his eyes. 

Dream managed to kinda get his being together in the mean time. He just has to hope he won't crumble at the next mention of everything he lost. "Without me there the whole multiverse would cease to exist. You― you wouldn't feel anything with your victories against Ink." He was exhausted. His smile was missing. The only thing that kept him talking was the constant passive-flux of positive feelings forced onto him by the golden apple. 

Error feigned thinking about it, his fingers ready to pull on the strings attached to his soul. He was still volatile, happiness didn't work with him reason didn't work with him. Then he smiled. "Mmhh NaH, I think I'd mana―" 

"STOP! I― I DONT WANT TO STOP EXISTING. I DONT WANT TO LEAVE NIGHT― NIGHTMARE ALONE WITH WHATS HAPPENING!" With as much willpower he can manage. He takes one last chance after his talk, hoping Error reflexes are slower. He Summons the blade of his dagger and plunges it onto the string.

It worked. 

Both skeletons stood stunned. One with surprised the other with repressed rage. When it clicked.

"They're made from desperation..." The whisper got lost into the wind. "Is... Is this madness...? Are you alri―" He got slammed into the ground with so much force that all the air left his body.

"Remember 'guArdiAn' just because i don't erase your pitiful existence here and nOw, doesn't mean i can't." As if on cue a tug on his soul -didn't he break those strings? How fast are they?- made his feel as if drowning. Air was malleable and physical and heavy. A yellow-like liquid left his irises and fell down in a puddle on the ground, as if squeezed out of him. 

"Welp, tHis talk was a wAste of my time!" He said very chipper. Dream is sure that's from the influence he made. Then he turned to the wounded shell of a skeleton, his yellow smile becoming sharper around the edges. "If you try to do that again to my strings I'll go and erase every single universe where there is even a SiNgLe speck of happiness prEsent, until there are noNe left standing."

Then Error left his apple go. Making Dream bend down to reabsorb it in his chest where it was safe. With a snarl he opened a portal to an empty white place, Simply looking at it gave the skeleton an headache, it must be the anti-void.

"WAIT!" It worked. The portal was still open. "Please wait a second. I have a proposition."

Error for the first time in the short- or long- time they've been here, looked unsure. "Why would I listen to You?"

Dream didn't let the aggressive tone discourage him form his very very impulsive decision. He started talking. "I want to help you, Ink wants to help you, i know Blue also is ready to welcome you with open arms. Do you want to―"

He got slammed into the rock again. This feels too familiar.

"I see i see i SEE." A wretched, broken laugh echoes around the vast space. "You Just wanna Play with Me like iM youR litte pupPET. Guess wHAt? It's Not gOnnA HAPPEN!" He got slammed into the rock some more times. This time his dagger summoned even faster. He cut the strings again. Letting himself free midair. Fuck consequences if he dies now the world will drown in desperation. He can't let that happen.

He landed stumbling a bit with another wave of deep blue attacking him, trying to reach into his bones. From the left, then right, they were all around him circling him from all sides. He has to get away, but all his concentration is taken from not getting caught. He can't search for happiness to make a portal unless it's really close... With a little bit of hope that it works he sinks into the ground. Reappearing right behind Error.

Error dodges to the left. He misses. "WhAt? you thOughT you'd Sneak up on Me? PATHETIC." This time the fall is longer. He's falling from the precipice. Taking his bow he creates a little arrow with everything he can find to make his fall hurt less. He let's go. Luckily the impact makes him slow down enough that it works, all thanks to the positivity of this Au. He'll have to thank comet later. He's ready to fight back once again when the strings go slack and Errors emotions are gone.

He got left alone. 

Going back up the hill takes a little while but he manages. As expected there's no one. There's still drops of the yellow liquid on the ground from where he was before. And with a little closer inspection further behind a rock there's a pair of red glasses on the ground. They're broken. When he goes to pick them up they hurt― no, his hand hurts. He must've cut himself when handling his dagger.

Dream takes the red object with the other hand and creates a portal to get away from this place and preferably towards a bed. He's thankful he can finally hit a pillow.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hello, dears! ❤️First and foremost - apologies for the lack of content lately! Writer's block has been a bitch 😅 But I come bringing gifts 👀 This fic is a follow up to this ask here -

https://www.tumblr.com/words-etched-in-her-skin/670658060137660416/so-i-got-a-stand-in-the-market-in-the-village?source=share

It's about 5k words, and includes some soft tentacle sex (incase you're not into that) I do hope some of you will enjoy! ❤️

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Her scent hit you before you even saw her, just like it had every Thursday before that for the past two months. The intoxicating mix of cinnamon and sea salt. It was a smell that never failed to spark butterflies in your stomach and push a warm flush across your cheeks. You straightened out your apron, dusting off any excess flour and quickly fixed your hair.

“Why don’t you just ask her out already?” Your co-worker Annette snorted.

“I- .. ask who out?”

You did your best to act innocent to her words, but the older woman only rolled her eyes.

“Oh, please. You act as if I haven’t had ring side seats to the two of you flirting with each other for the last several weeks.”

At this you blushed even deeper, biting your bottom lip.

“Y-you know I can’t just ask her out….”

“Why??”

“She’s a lord for Miranda’s sake!”

“Pft.. a lord that flirts heavily with you every time she’s here.”

She wasn’t wrong. Sal always made it a point to compliment you, throwing you a wink or two. And lately she seemed to even look for excuses to hang out at the small shop longer than usual.

But still, that didn’t change who she was.

“I just..”

“Look, if you don’t ask her out, I just might.” The older woman chuckled.

“ANNETTE!”

She snorted even louder this time before patting you hard on the back. “I may be old, but I know a good woman when I see one. And Sal.. Sal is one of the best.”

You couldn't argue with that. Sal was the best woman you knew. She was kind, compassionate, strong.. and not to mention, the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes on. You gave Annette a small smile before sighing.

"She is.. Sal is-"

"Heh, Sal is wha'?"

You felt all the heat rise to your face the moment you heard her voice, quickly turning around.

"Uh.. is here! Sal is here!" You added nervously, making her chuckle - the late morning sun shimmering off a particularly sharp tooth within her grin.

"Aye.. tha' she is."

Sal gave you a little wink that you felt almost immediately in your core, bringing more heat to your face.

“Ah.. “ You paused, clearing your throat. “So.. just the usual today?”

A soft chuckle and smug smirk, “Aye, maybe a lil’ more.”

You hurried off to fill Sal's usual amount of flour and various spices - a single fresh vanilla bean always requested with each order. You remembered Sal telling you that’s why she first started coming to your humble little shop, she'd commented on how you were the only place in the village to keep them in stock - which was mainly due to the fact that Annette spent years learning how to grow and cultivate it properly in the garden. Something that you were now more than grateful for.

“So, Sal.. how goes it?

“A’ight.”

You listened as Sal and Annette exchanged pleasantries while you continued to finish up the lord’s order. And you were more than certain that the older woman was well aware that you were stalling - making sure the blush had completely gone from your cheeks before placing it all into a wooden crate and heading back to the front - the topic of conversation now at Sal’s favorite type of fish to eat.

“The one tha’ ends up in me mouth, heh.”

All of sudden you got a very clear image of Sal’s mouth, immediately thinking of all the things it could do to you. The blush you had just spent so much time getting rid of now a bristling heat across your cheeks. You cleared your throat, placing Sal’s order on the counter.

“Ah.. what sort of cupcakes are you making, Sal?”

Your heart quickened when her gaze slid over to you, a slight crinkle to the side of her eyes.

“Tryin’ sumthin’ new. It’sa surprise.” Sal grinned.

You felt your blush grow even deeper. “For- for me?”

“Aye.” She nodded. The single word taking residence in your mind, skipping through it freely like a heartbeat. For a moment you had no words to reply with - no thoughts to offer - but you knew if you didn’t take the chance now you never would.

“Um.. so, Sal..”

“Shoot! I gotta go check on that.. pie.. uh, I’ll be back.”

Annette gave you a wink of encouragement before hurrying off to check on her imaginary pie.

“Heh.”

The keen smirk that curled across Sal’s lips made you all too aware that she knew exactly what was coming. You swallowed hard, tucking a rogue curl behind your ear.

"Fuck it. Would you.. maybe want to go out sometime? Ah.. with me?"

*I swear that was the first time I ever heard you curse." Anette laughed. "I was sure you were gonna pass out."

You chuckled, putting the last tray of cookies into the over.

"So did I, honestly."

It had been nearly a month since that fateful day and you could still picture the soft blush that had bloomed across Sal's cheeks like it was yesterday. You had been on seven dates since then.. seven moments where you got to spend an hour or two with the most incredible woman you had ever met. Of course Sal had been more than ready to take your relationship further - in a carnal sense, that is - but she always remained respectful of your desire to wait.

Not that you didn't want to, though. Not that the thought alone didn't make your body ache. Make it burn with desire. But you made a promise to yourself that you'd wait for exactly the right moment with her. Sal was worth that much.

"So.. what time is she comin'?"

"She said she had a meeting with the other Lords and the High Priestess late in the morning, and then she'd be over."

Which according to the position of the sun, should be any minute.

"Shit, imagine havin’ to sit in on one of those. Think I’d rather take a fresh cookie tray out of the oven with no mitt than have to endure that."

You nodded, chuckling. Sal was definitely the most personable of all the lords, that was for sure. Much to the Annette's dismay, Lady Beneviento had always sent one of her dolls to collect any ingredients she needed and you'd only caught a glimpse of the Countess once or twice during one of her very rare trips through that part of the village. As for Lord Heisenberg, he hardly ever made his way that close to the outskirts, but you had heard enough stories about him to make you rather thankful for that. Miranda, though.. well, the High Priestess was never one you wanted knocking at your doorstep.. for any reason.

"She at least tell you where she's takin' ya?"

You shook your head. "Nope, all she said was to please make her some of her favorite cookies."

"Ah.. so that's why you made so many. I see how it is."

You chuckled again, knowing very well that your lemon cookies just happened to be Annette's favorites also.

"Mhm.. one tray for her.. and one for you." You replied with a wink, laughing as your co-worker's face immediately lit up.

"Ha! You're the best."

"Mh.. so you keep telling me."

"Pft.. and I'm sure I'm not the only one."

You couldn't help the deep flush that moved across your cheeks at Annette's smirk.

"I- .. well, no.."

"Heh."

You were about to tell her to hush when Sal's unique scent hit your nose, instantly causing your blush to deepen.

"Don't even need to ask what that look means." Annette chuckled. "I'm just gonna take my cookies and skedaddle."

The older woman was gone before you even had a chance to argue, a blur of lemon cookies and gray hair. Grabbing a small basket from under your work table, you welcomed the small smile that painted your lips as you carefully placed the cookies inside - Sal's scent growing stronger with each breath until it's presence was almost as overstimulating as she was.

"'Ey there, luv. Yer ready?"

The immediate spike - the instant race of your heart - beating loudly as if Sal itself was it's only lifeline. You turned, meeting her gaze and her shark-like smirk. A soft blush across her cheeks.

"Ah, yes. Just about! I'm not sure when Annette is coming back, so I'm just going to turn off the oven and then we can go."

Sal nodded, giving you a smile. "A'ight."

The speed in which you discarded your apron, turned off the oven and fixed your hair rightly earned a tiny chuckle from the lord - a knowing look dancing brightly within the embers of her eyes.

Once exiting the small shop you were finally able to take a good look at your date, a slight drop to your jaw as your eyes raked her over. Of course she was dressed to the nines, a large picnic basket hooked on one arm and you still wearing your work uniform. Her inky black hair shimmering in the mid-day Romanian sun as she straightened her shoulders - reminiscent of an oil spill caught in the sun's light and slicked back in a way that only accentuated her strong jawline and prominent cheekbones. And the fitted suit she wore - a rich dark navy that hugged each and every one of her exquisite muscles - left very little to the imagination, needless to say.

You cleared your throat, doing your best to keep your voice steady.

"Ah.. well.. you.. you look nice."

"Heh, thank yeh. Yer stunnin'."

"Sal, this is literally the same work dress you always see me in."

"An'? Yer always stunnin'."

You blushed, breath hitching as any argument you may have had was swiftly kissed from your lips.

"Charmer." You whispered once you found your breath again - your blush deepening when you felt her smile against your own.

"Aye, maybe."

"Mhm."

You gave her a small smirk before glaring back at the judgmental eyes of the villagers that followed you. Not that any of them would ever dare say anything. Even if homophobia was fairly rampant in the small religious village (which, of course, you always found oddly humorous.. especially considering how many women both Countess Dimitrescu and the High Priestess employed), no one would be stupid enough to question a lord or their actions publicly.

"Sooo.. where are you taking me??"

"Heh.. yer'll see."

She placed her hand in yours, bringing a swift heat to your cheeks as she led you through the small village and towards the Beneviento manor.

"Uh, Sal?"

"Aye?"

"Should we be.. I mean.. we're usually warned against traveling too close to Lady Donna's manor..."

"Heh, yer'll be a'ight. I know Donna's place like tha back o' my hand.. don' worry."

Sal gave you a toothy grin that made you both laugh and worry even more. Though, the genuine warmth within her eyes quickly melted any fears that you may have had and you gave her hand a little squeeze - trusting her to keep you safe for the rest of your journey.

To be honest, even though you'd only know the charming woman for a couple of months, you could easily say that you trusted her with your life. There had been no other person in existence that made you feel as utterly and completely safe as Sal had. And if she told you to close her eyes, take her hand and blindly follow her through fire - you probably would.

To you, Sal was comfort incarnate - the epitome of safety - a warm breeze on an all too frigid day.

"Plus, ain't no better views in town." Sal added as her feet stopped short, immediately making you look up. And she wasn't wrong, the sight before you nearly took your breath away. You had seen the waterfall behind Manor Beneviento from the outskirts many times, but you had never in your life seen it that closely before. It was truly spectacular.

"I- .. wow, Sal. It's beautiful."

"Aye.. a'most as beautiful as yeh." She grinned.

"You hush." You blushed.

"Nah."

The way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she gave you a little wink made your heart flutter in a way you'd never felt before. Gods, this woman would likely be the death of you, and you didn't even care.

You followed Sal a little further before coming to a small field of wildflowers - with colors so bright they looked like something ripped from another place and time. From a land filled with magic and make believe and everything that Sal made you feel inside. It was almost incredible how much more beautiful the world looked when she was around.

You pouted slightly when she released your hand and placed her basket in the grass. A large, comfy blanket unfolded and spread before you with a single fluid motion.

"Yer seat, m'luv."

Her voice was smooth enough alone to make you melt, but mixed with the soft look she gave you and her outstretched hand you could have very easily combusted.

"Th-thank you, Sal."

"O'course."

She took a seat next to you and started to unpack the basket she brought. Since Sal was more of a baker than a cook, it was mostly all baked goods - not that you were complaining - a generous spread of cupcakes, fresh breads and cookies basking in the late afternoon sun, with a bowl of what looked like some sort of pasta to top it all off.

"Well, someone's outdone herself." You said with a wink.

"Heh.. Donna made tha pasta fer us.. after I burnt tha firs' try." She replied with a chuckle.

"Mh.. that was nice of her."

"Aye."

The moment you added your small basket of cookies to the feast Sal immediately snatched one up - eating it in one eager bite.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Good, I take it?"

"Mhmph." Sal replied, spitting out a small amount of crumbs that made you laugh.

"Not as good as you, though."

You smirked as her eyes locked onto yours, a shadow of lust casting over them and a single sweep of her tongue over her lips as she swallowed - a light sprinkling of pink prominent across her cheeks.

"Yeh shush."

You leaned in ever so slightly, lips a mere inches from her ear.

"Make me."

Words no more than a whisper causing a cascade of shudders across Sal's body and a bite to her bottom lip.

"Yer not playin' fair, luv."

"Hm, and when did I ever agree to play fair?"

Sal chuckled before closing the last bit of distance between you, a dark smirk curled across her lips.

"Mh, a'ight then."

Your lips parted almost instinctively and your eyes closed. Feeling your cheeks flush as she moved in a little closer. Though, all that came from it was a muffled sound of surprise as Sal stuffed a single cookie into your mouth.

"Heh.. now shush."

The utter look of betrayal on your face must have been all too noticeable as Sal let out a hearty laugh. It was deep and husky and only made your heart flutter all the more. How was she so perfect? How had you gone the most of your life without her in it?

You glared at her playfully before swallowing, a supreme pout upon your lips. "Hmph.. rude."

"Eh? Yer teasin' me an' I'm rude?"

"Yes!" You exclaimed, crossing your arms.

Sal only chuckled, bringing a forkful of pasta to your lips as she smirked.

"Heh.. allow me ter make it up ter yeh then."

"Oh, and how- .. mmmm."

You couldn't even finish your sentence, Donna's pasta being one of the best things you had probably ever tasted.

"Mother Miranda, that's good."

"Heh, aye."

Needless to say, the two of you feasted in silence for the next several minutes. The plethora of tastes nothing less than a symphony for your taste buds, with each bite better than the last. Where Sal lacked in the art of savory dishes, she excelled when it came to baking. Her cupcakes were a mastery of all things sugary and an absolute gift to the senses. Perfect blends of sage and lavender, citrus and cinnamon… and her vanilla bean and sweet cream ones were so good that they made you moan out loud - an act that swiftly earned a look from the lord.

It was a look that said everything within a single glance - every desire, every need. The way her eyes fluidly followed your movements, falling to your lips as your tongue traced over them and licked the last bit of cream from them. You felt your cheeks heat almost immediately, a warm tingle across your body that swiftly found residence in your core.

"Sal?"

"Aye."

"Kiss me."

Where Sal's kisses were usually gentle, tepid - the one she gifted you with burned with the heat of a thousand suns. Of a thousand nights where she had nothing but the thought of you and the warmth of her own hands to keep her company. Your back against the blanket and her body flush against yours in a matter of seconds. You moaned into it, sweeping your tongue eagerly over hers and wrapped your legs around her waist.

You were panting when you pulled apart, deep crimson decorating both of your cheeks and a look in your eyes that could level just about anything that came up against it.

"I.. I want you, Sal. I need you."

The first nip against your skin made you shudder - the second, whimper. Each one marking you as her own and slowly stirring the heat that pooled within your core. Without a second thought you lifted yourself up, pushing your lover off of you just long enough to rip your dress from your increasingly heated body before you pulled her back on top of you.

For a moment, though, Sal only sat there. Her muscular frame leaned back while two strong thighs sat on either side of your hips, straddling you. Her lingering eyes - drinking you in as the slightly cooled air of a warm summer day come and gone creeped it's way across your exposed skin - leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's wake and hardening your nipples. And the smoldering gaze that quickly followed only made you shiver all the more.

"Sal-"

You hadn't intended for the simple word to sound so needy - so breathy - but you couldn't have stopped it if you tried. The last letter barely able to slip from your lips before Sal was back on top of you, pulling her own shirt from her body and pressing her ashen skin into yours.

"Stunnin' luv." She whispered, her warm breath skating across your ear. It was all you could do to squirm under her, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her closer.

"Please.. Sal.."

She chuckled at your need, at your urgency. Sharp nails teasing over your nipples.

"Heh, please wut?"

Two rows of perfectly sharpened teeth glinting in a late afternoon sun as Sal smirked down at you, chuckling once more when you whimpered.

"Cum'on, luv. Jus' use tha' pretty lil mouth o' yers an' tell me wha' yer need."

"Fuck, Sal."

She was the only woman alive to be able to fluster you to a point of cussing, and the smug grin across her face only told you how well she knew it. In fact, you were more than sure Annette had made a point to tell her one day when you weren't around.

You let out an exasperated sigh, face flushed, and grabbed her by the shoulders. "For Miranda's sake, Sal, just fuck me already!"

"Heh, as yer wish."

She gave you the smallest wink before her nails came to your hips, slicing through the thin fabric of your panties with a single, swift movement and exposed your dripping core - the measure of your desire glistening softly in the warm hues of a setting sun. The same hues that basked Sal in an earthly glow, accentuating her unique beauty as well as the subtle blush across her cheeks.

You moaned when her fingers found you, curling deeply the moment they slid in and forcing an immediate arch to your back. The profound heat that spilled across the length of you when she pulled them back out, driving them back in with a purposeful force. A perfect balance of gentle and rough, much like Sal herself. Slow, calculated movements coated in her absolute want of you - each one making your needier than the last.

"M-more.. please.. Sal.. I need to feel more of you."

Your lover's golden eyes looked down upon at you, glowing in an unfamiliar way as she licked over her lips, panting - her fingers stilled deep inside you.

"Can try sumthin' else if yer up for it."

You laid there trembling, body shaking both in curiosity and want.

"What's .. what's that?"

There was no verbal response, just a slight arch to Sal's back as several tentacles slithered out from behind her. Each one wet, glistening. Dancing around her in a way that only made your core ache - clenching around the fingers that still resided inside it.

With a tiny bite to your bottom lip you gave her an eager nod. "Y-yes. I'm definitely up for that."

Before a moment could pass you had a tentacle wrapped firmly around each thigh, forcing your legs even further apart. You whimpered shamelessly when Sal’s fingers slipped out of you - her muscular body, her skin, her scent - all surrounding you, overwhelming your senses as another tentacle began to slither it’s way between your legs. You couldn’t help but buck into it, wanting so desperately to have her back inside you, filling you. But you could tell the lord was in no rush, that your lover had other plans.

“Needy luv.” She whispered, the tip of her appendage teasing over your slit.

“Mmph-!”

She chuckled in a way that made your whole body tingle, stoking the feverish heat that had already taken residence within your skin with each delicious breath that skated over you. The blanket below you already soaked in your need and only getting wetter.

You shivered as a fourth tentacle slowly came around the side of you. Moving along your body and onto your breasts as it inched it’s way over to play with your nipples. The same time the one between your legs dutifully mirrored it’s movements on your clit. It was a symphony of sensations, with each appendage playing it's part - filling your body with an unsung melody.

"Sal-" You whimpered, "please."

The only things to come next were the low growl in her throat and the exquisite stretch to your core as the tentacle between your legs slid in. It was thick, girthy - swollen with desire and filled you so deliciously. You moaned out right as your back arched, legs parting even further for her.

"Y-yes.. m-more.."

Sal moaned at your need, at your utter want of her. The appendages around your thighs growing firmer as they forced your legs open as wide as they could. A heated kiss placed to your lips as a second tentacle slid inside of you, juices spilling from your core.

A muffled "Yes" seared into your lover's lips, nails scratching down her back as her tentacles drove into you. Sliding deliciously over your clit with each thrust. Sal tended to your body like a finely tuned instrument - knowing exactly how to play it as if she'd been studying you for years. Each caress of your skin, every tug at your nipples. The tiny bites that slowly encompassed you and decorated your skin. All working together to push your pleasure higher and higher.

You had never felt such bliss before, never been so completely enveloped in it. The appendages between your legs thrusting faster, harder. Building the pressure within your core to an almost unbearable level.

And gods, how badly you wanted to come for her, to show her exactly how good she made you feel - but the utter need to not lose her sinful pleasure was the only thing holding you back.

"Yer doin' so good fer me, luv."

Words imprinted into your skin like a prayer, like a sin that only wanted you to let go. To give in to your release and the prickling heat that slowly threatened to take over you. Your hips bucked, core clenched - nails dug into her skin so hard that a single trickle of crimson dripped down her back.

"Fuck.. Sal.."

"Tha's it, sweetheart. Just like tha'."

That was all you needed to hear, that little bit of encouragement coated in her praise for your body to be engulfed in nothing but pleasure as you screamed out into the cool summer's air. Every part of you convulsing against her as the orgasm violently swept over you like a wildfire. Singeing everything in it's path and coating your thighs and Sal with your heated desire.

Your whole body trembled as you held her close, riding out your high as her tentacles continued to move slowly in and out of your core until you finally fell breathless to the ground.

For a moment all you could was breath, a shuddering, exhausted mess of bliss and haze. Eyes blurred as your body did it's best to catch up with your brain. But the second they focused, the second they took in the sight of her - cheeks flushed and core wet with desire - you instantly felt renewed. With a surge of energy shooting through you like a raw current, you lifted your body up from the blanket and pushed Sal onto her back.

"Luv, I-"

You placed a single finger to her lips before settling between her thighs.

"Just be quiet and let me show you just how beautiful I think you are, hm?"

Your words had the exact effect you were hoping for, the subtle dusting of pink upon her cheeks turning to a deep crimson.

"Gorgeous." You whispered, trailing small kisses down her jawline and neck before reaching her abdomen. Lips carving out pathways upon well defined abs as you made your way down, enjoying the tiny breaths that escaped from her lips as you did. ".. and such a good girl for me, Sal. So stunning like this."

She growled softly but her blush only deepened, telling you exactly how much she enjoyed it. Exactly how much she liked being praised and tended to like the goddess that she was. Her core practically dripping as you took it into your mouth, allowing her heady essence to cover your face and nose as you lengthened your tongue as far into her as it could go.

The soft moans that fell with each breath, a breath that hitched and heaved with every eager sweep of your tongue. In and out, over and around. Moaning yourself when she grabbed onto your hair and pulled you closer still. You drank from her as if she were the only oasis within a vast desert, as if her desire and her desire alone was the only thing to sustain you. Alternating between circling over her clit and thrusting your tongue into her.

You knew she wouldn't last long, by the nails that slowly began to dig into your scalp and the shake to her thighs. Your arms coming to her hips as you pulled yourself as far into her as you could, spelling out your adoration for her within the soft, wet folds of her core until she was screaming out your name. Until her thighs clamped down and her sweet desire poured into your mouth like a nectar of the gods.

And when you opened your eyes, glowing embers looked up at you through a half lidded gaze as you licked the taste of her from your lips.

"Good girl." You smirked, earning you a soft chuckle.

"Heh. Yer evil."

"Mh, perhaps. But you like it."

She chuckled again before closing her eyes, a soft smile painting lips that you so badly wanted to kiss.

So you did.

Lying next to her with your arm around her waist, her desire still prevalent upon your tongue as it swept over hers. Heartbeats synched and bare bodies flushed against each other. The soft sound of wind blowing through flowers and a waterfall off in the distance. That's the moment you'd be deemed to think about whenever you thought of Sal from that point on - and it was utterly perfect.

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Ahem.. yes.. well.. I hope you guys enjoyed that 👀❤️

[klarion-the-witch-boy]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @marirah! Love you, babe 😘

I'm TheWitchBoy and Klarion on AO3. 🫡

How many works do you have on AO3?

158 on TheWitchBoy

14 on Klarion (but I don't feel like logging into Klarion rn, so that's probably the only thing I'll answer for Klarion)

What’s your total A03 word count?

904,184 words on TheWitchBoy

What fandoms do you write for?

A lot of DC, some Marvel, a bit of Star Wars, a pinch of Harry Potter, a dash of Supernatural. Anything that strikes my fancy, really.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Odd One, or, Wally's Mysterious Boyfriend. T, Birdflash, Secret ID Reveals, Humour.

A Strange Family. T, SuperBat (Pre-Relationship), Secret ID Reveals, Shenanigans.

A Game of Guess Who With Big Blue. G, Gen, Mistaken Identities, ID Shenanigans, Humour.

Grinning Shadow of the Bat. T, Batfam, Dialogue Centric, Shenanigans, Humour.

Secret Visitors (on the Watchtower). G, Gen, Secrets, Humour.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I know this one... It's one of my DCWC fics. Uhh. The Unwanted Return of the Past. Or maybe The Cliff Walk? I'm not much of an angst writer, I don't think.

Oh wait, I did try my hand at writing expressions of grief that one time, of Dick after Jason's death. Picking Up the Broken Pieces.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Damn. Happiest ending. Uh. Maybe ...Trading Spouses? Most of my fic has happy endings, idk

Do you get hate on your fic?

I don't think so?

Do you write smut?

Yes, but only on Klarion. I prefer TheWitchBoy to be (mostly) sfw.

Do you write crossovers?

Sometimes. Mostly DC/White Collar (I have a series for those ones, actually). Sometimes DC/Marvel.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. But, way back in my dA days, I did lil Harry Potter comics and those were stolen lmao. I didn't care much at the time and I don't care much now, though.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of?

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yeah! With the cryptid roommate! The Clue fic (it's Supernatural, that's you're only warning).

What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

That's a hard one. I think - if folks know me for any ship - they probably know me for Birdflash? That's definitely up there. In this minute, right now, though? Maybe Matt/Frank. Maybe TimKon. I'm not good at picking favourites.

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unrepentant. :/ I wanna do it, but at this point it's been so long I don't think I can fool myself about it.

What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue (or so I like to think). It's what I have the most fun with, anyway.

What’s your writing weaknesses?

Remembering what I wrote, probably.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I prefer it in moderation? I dunno, I think dabbling in other languages isn't a bad thing, but for myself I do like to understand what I'm putting to paper.

But also I don't like when an English fic sticks Cyrillic or katakana or whatever else into dialogue - Romanize that, so it can be read, however roughly, please. Otherwise I hear like... Villager Gibberish when my eyes pass over it and that's low-key uncomfy lmao.

First fandom you wrote for?

Prrrobably Kingdom Hearts? Or Final Fantasy 7: Crisis Core? Damn, going all the way back to my pre-AO3 days, there. And pre-fanficdotnet days.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Right now, my favourite written/shared fic is Signs and Portents. It's a Fusion Fic of Supernatural and the movie Signs. I deeply enjoyed writing it. Sadly, it's not quite what folks were looking for to read. XD that's fine, though, since I wrote it for me, anyway.

Too tired to tag anyone, sorry. ✌️ If you feel like doing it, then you're it now. You're officially tag. Shoo, go write up your answers!