#ts pets au

[spoondoodles]

I HAVE BEEN CONVINCED OF THE LOGINCE AGENDA

[five-abs-and-one-peck]

parenting is hard

(1?)

Logan reached up into the closet, struggling to pull out the game without knocking down all the others. He wished the twins learned how to put things up neatly, it would save everyone some trouble. This was something special he had been saving though, and he was excited to show Virgil. Being the youngest, he knew it was difficult to find games they all enjoyed, but that wasn't an issue today. Roman had dress rehearsal and Remus was at the pet store, presumably looking at the rats. It was just the two of them today. Once everything was set up, he walked upstairs and gently rapped on the doorframe.

He was greeted with a frown, but Virgil turned towards the wall after a moment. "Hey, um- I was wondering if you wanted to do something..." He waited, and after realizing he wouldn't go without a response, his son lowered his headphones and engaged in the conversation. "What is it?" He wasn't sure now if he wanted to play now, but continued anyway. "A boardgame. It's kind of vampire themed, but I'm not exactly sure how it works." "Oh. Okay." Logan nodded and went back to the table. Eventually Virgil came down, but he didn't seem enthused. This was something he had never understood. He complained and grumbled about so many things, but proceeded to do them. If he wasn't happy, why didn't he do something that was pleasing? It was strange to him, but he would just do his best to make sure there was the choice to say "no". As Virgil sat down, he read the rules, hoping he wasn't forcing anything upon his emo.

[eighthdoctor]

So cross-race relationships just do not happen, but Sylvanas meeting Kael'thas's human paramour was so unremarkable she doesn't remember it. Was it a thing where like, the prince is just allowed his little pets, and similarly, were the Windrunners also just allowed their little pets?

Kael'thas absolutely in his own little club here. Not unlike modern celebs where no, you don't date a recent high school graduate if you're a wealthy middle aged man, except that it happens. If someone else had brought Jaina, yeah, Sylvanas would've taken notice. But it's Kael'thas, and Jaina is the fourth one this decade, so how's she supposed to remember which one's which. He just cycles through mage prodigies of various races but also he's the prince so no one can say anything.

(And if, like with Sylvanas, there was the joint knowledge that this is short-term and entirely superficial, that'd be one thing but that's absolutely not what Kael'thas is doing so he can go sit on a pike.)

Which in turn--because they're just amusements, look at this expensive treasure he's imported from Dalaran this year, it's not really a cross-race relationship for the average quel'dorei. Someday eventually he'll settle down with a nice quel'dorei and pop out an heir.

Meanwhile the Windrunners are devotedly monogamous and they might be the military leaders but also none of them are excellent politicians and so thrown into the cesspit that must be quel'dorei high society gossip they get absolutely torn apart.

Does that scan?

[kittyphoenix12-xx]

this is all in good fun. except the ts one, that drives me insane (sorry not sorry, but really, pick different music)

[sserafin]

Instant lover- Manipulator S. Gojo

H×h!au,no need to watch h×h to read this

Warnings: Nsfw, mdni. Fem!reader, porn links,mafia family head Gojo, reader gets called pet,servant,princess,doll,etc.unprotected sex,oral,p in v. Manipulation?

Word count: 958 Not proofread

Being a member of Phantom Troupe, the most powerful thieves you can say, your group's target of the day was to steal the wealth of the Gojo family and kill the head of the family,Gojo Satoru, the popular manipulator with the technique "Instant lover"

"nen"-something like cursed energy you can say.

"Instant lover"- nen technique of Baise from h×h. The person can make anyone their pet servant and make them do anything for 180 mins.

"Ahh, 'ts too much, I'll do whatever you say, please...tell me what t' do"

"Shh, just answer my questions doll"

How can someone make you feel this way by just using a nen technique on you?

"what else did you all plan to do?"

"To- to kill you"

"Aw, such an honest little slut. I really didn't expect to see such a cutie in the Phantom Troupe"

You felt like you were seeing hearts everywhere. Butterflies in your stomach from his every touch. His one hand on your neck and two fingers of his other hand inside your cunt, as he asked you everything about the troupe.

"And they sent you to take care of me? Too bad they ran away leaving you alone"

Moving his fingers in and out of your cunt at a fast pace as he brought his face close to your neck, peppering kisses from your neck to down to your chest.

He looked up to you with a grin on his face,slowing down the pace of his fingers. "How can I just let this pretty prey that got caught by me, just go like that?"

"I-I'll do anything you say,sir, tell me what to do"

You can't believe that you, a member of Phantom Troops,who has defeated uncountable people, stole the most expensive merchandise from different countries, is currently under the spell of a manipulator, turned into a little pet who'll do anything for him.

"Let me give you the best 180 mins of your life before we go and kill those bastards who left you alone, yes?"

He slowly moved down,moving his hand from your neck to caress your waist. Your cheeks flushed, even though you tried to fight off his manipulation with how much strength you had left, you knew you wouldn't hold on for long and will end up being his little pet servant for next 3 hours.God knows what this man will end up doing with you while you're out of your mind.

"So wet f' me,my little slut" he mumbled sweet words while his tongue licked your sweet cunt, slowly entering.

Yup, you lost it there.His sweet voice ringing in your ear and his tongue exploring your cunt. You were laying on your back, jerking your hips against his face as his tongue rubbed against your clit, overwhelming you with pleasure.

"shiiit, just like that pretty, moan f' me jussst like that"

"C-Can't hold it toru,d,deeper need you s' bad"

"You can hold it right? I know you can hold it just a little longer sweetheart" shit, those words worked like magic to you. "Don't cum till I saw so, understood darling?"

"Ahh, ahh shiit, i-i got it, fuck"

"your sweet little whines are like music to my ears my pretty slut. Just wait a min."

You were nearly about to come, but he got up, both of his hands were holding your hips.He pulled you closer to grind on his clothes bulge while he was taking off his shirt and then his trousers.

"take it like a good slut mhm? You'll make your master proud by taking it all, right sweetheart?"

His cock was coated with leaking pre cum, slowly entering your cunt. Halfway in there, he entered his full length without any warnings.His hips slapped your ass making a loud bang.

"Fuck, fuck, slow down ahh, fuck 'toru" It wasn't long since he started pounding into you at a full pace, your moans and little sounds filling the room. Everytime he thrusted his full length in, you felt chills all over your body. The effect of his manipulation turning you into a complete mess.

"Satoru, f-fuck, I'll be forever with you and do anything you w-want"

"Such a sweet submissive pet you are. Would you go with me to kill your gang members? Would you like to stay as my little princess? Sweet little slut belonging to Mr. Gojo Satoru?"

"Y-yes, fuck it ah, just like that, just there" You couldn't hear anything other than the loud slapping of his cock echoing around the room and his sweet lustful voice,which you were too cock drunk to understand at this moment.

It's been 10 mins since he's been monstrously pounding into you at full pace. He held your arched back and laid back, making you ride him.

"ride it sweetheart. Make me feel good mhm"

His words spread chills in your body once again, your mind forcing you to bounce but your legs weren't helping you out.

He sensed this and grabbed your ass, moving you up and down his on cock. You felt him twitch inside you,now he was the one who was a moaning mess.

"Fuck, fuck, just like that baby, ride me like that doll, yess you're doing 't right my princess. Ahh fuck...look at that sweet pussy taking me in so good"

His sweet praises made it even harder to hold on.You felt overwhelmed with pleasure as he rubbed your clit with his fingers. You finally came, your breath becoming heavy and your walls closing in. Before your intense wave of pleasure was over, his cock twitched inside you one more time before he came, filling you up, your and his juices mixing and dripping,pooling on his hips.

You both laid there on his bed for three more mins before he held you in his hands and got up to go to his bathroom. He got both himself and you in the warm water in the tub arranged by his servants.

"let's just relax and get you cleaned up a little....before we go to round 2?" He grins, bringing his face close to yours and giving a gentle kiss. "We still have 2 hours and 30 mins left till my manipulation gets off sweetheart"

What happened that day 👀

• Fingering you while questioning you about the troop

• Thinking back, you can't believe that he moans more than you

[zikkytheblicky]

ofcc!! srry this is late.

☆ for my ml, angel anon.

(NON-BLACK PEOPLE DNI. THE SLUR IS USED MULTIPLE TIMES)

⊹content warnings⊹

(don't scroll past this, it's important since i changed up gojo n’ geto + readers attitude 😃)

- both gojo and geto blasian so dont be surprised if you hear suguru’s racist comments and satoru and suguru js speaking ghetto ☠️..

-feminine male reader- anon didnt specify but id they want me to change this i will make a separate post for them 🫶🏾!!

-black reader cuz angel anon is black.

-not smut nor fluff.. i forgot if this type of stuff is called lemon or lime! sorry 😭💓.

-reader gets kinda aggressive im ngl to you like he did not take gojos little antic lightly

-kinda made reader gojo n suguru ghetto. idk i didnt think ts with much thought

-gojo tries to get his lick back, forgetting you were a real 🥷🏾 despite being feminine. he needs to stop playing with m!reader fr

-you’re very spoiled because i’m a SUCKERERR for spoiled reader x jjk character.

-this is not proofread i’m so sorry 😭!! + i did this like at 11-4 or sum

-sadly anon didn’t specify if they wanted top surgery reader or not so to be safe i’m just gonna say he does!!

-use of you/your pronouns except for when gojo is yapping/complaining to you’re brattiness to getou.

-no sourcerer au.

-rich gojo (SHOCKING 😨)

a/n: i hate this piece it sounds so tacky 😭..

♡︎NOT CAPITALIZED ON PURPOSE !!

to say you weren’t usually bratty is an understatement— it rarely happens unless you’re joking or you’re being bratty towards someone else not gojo.

it all happened first, when gojo took you to get your nails done and you didn’t give him your signature move for when he gives you something you want— pulling on his collar/tie and kissing on his cheek along with a sweet, “thank you satoru ! i love you! see you later!” or something along those lines— you instead give him a mere glance and a dry, bored “bye, gojo.” before walking over to your bestfriend(s) who were also getting their nails done. and by the way you were giggling into your palm when you thought satoru left shows you were trying to get him riled up.

satoru thought it was cute ,

at first. then it started getting him annoyed and a bit triggered.

and what does he do when he doesn’t agree with something you do?

…

obviously don’t tell you about it and instead goes to bother his best friend- suguru- about it instead.

“he’s been acting so bratty suguru. i remember when i got him his favorite color of glittery roses and all he did was say a dry response like, “oh thanks, gojo.” HE DIDN’T EVEN SAY SATORU OR A PET NAME RAGGHH” satoru screamed out into his phone microphone, his eyes puffy from all the fake crying he did earlier.

“don’t you have work to do? also he’s just going through a phase satoru, you’ll live.” suguru said dryly, the sound of the clicking of a keyboard and the sounds of a pen being smoothly dragged across a paper filling satoru’s apple headphones.

“you wouldn’t understand suguru..” satoru whined, blinking his bright blue eyes at the camera. His pouting lips sucking up the last bit of juice from his drink.

“all you have to do is punish him y’know?” suguru muttered, he shuts his book staring at satoru with a disgusted face. “Ew . stop pouting your lips while making fuckin sucking motions you look like a monk.” suguru sniffed, grabbing his bonnet and putting his hair up.

“i dont wanna hurt himmmm-“ satoru whined, ignoring suguru’s racist comment.

“not like that, durdur.”

satoru could practically hear the roll of geto’s eyes as he saw the younger dark skinned man pick up his phone and turn off his camera- most likely about to get ready for bed- it was 11 am after all.

“in a sexual way, nigga.” suguru mumbled out, the sounds of crinkling sheets flowing in and out of satoru’s ears nicely.

“oh my god… suguru you mastermind.” gojo smirked, grabbing his macbook and opening it swiftly.

“jesus christ what are you gonna do, satoru?” suguru asked with a sigh, rubbing his temple soothingly- he sounded so tired of gojo’s antics.

“ight so the plan is..”

it is late. you just got home from an interview of what life is like being satoru gojo’s husband— you hate those types of reporters. instead of worrying about what the content of your creator was, they worried about your status. oh, how annoying they are.

you kick off your jordans, rubbing your eyes gently- thankfully you didn’t put on any eyeliner.

you head into the first kitchen on the first floor, went into the pantry and took out a fruit snack before you head upstairs- when you were pulling up into your driveway all of gojo’s cars were in his drive so you know he is home.

i’m surprised he isn’t cuddling up on me already.. You thought with a snort, twisting your curls in boredom.

your curls bounce as you skip your way up the carpeted stairs, entering you and gojo’s shared room.

“satoru-.”

there, you say your husband in a thin, silky robe, nike pro boxers on, his 24 carat gold stud earrings glistening in the low light the seeped into the room, a thin 24 carat gold necklace, and slides on. he was at his desk, typing away on his phone, he didn’t even notice you until you cleared your throat, crossing your arms over your chest.

the albino haired man lazily turned over to you, a bored look on his face though you could see a faint smirk on your husband’s face.

what is this nigga smirking for ? you thought with a scoff, your slippers making loud noises as you walk over to him.

“oh. hi, ‘mn’.” satoru’s tone was bored and disinterested, he went back onto his phone and started typing quickly. and he had such an excited expression, a ghost of a smile on his lips like he was trying to hide the fact that he was more interested in whoever he was texting instead of you.

and that pissed you off. like who the fuck is this nigga talkin too that catches his attention more than you? his boyfriend ?

that damn phone i'm about to throw that shit.

“satoru.”

no answer.

“satoru?”

no answer again. who the fuck was this negro on the phone with?

“SATORU-“ you yelled, pulling his ear out from his bonnet- being careful not to pull his earring out. sure, you were annoyed at him but you aren’t going to hurt him.

“what the fuck- what? damn.” gojo groaned, putting his phone screen to his chest with an annoyed glare.

who the fuck does he think hes talking too?

“nigga who do you think you’re talking to? i’m not the one stop trippin’.” you crossed your arms, releasing satoru’s ear.

“what did i even do?” satoru responded too calmly- the fucker had a visible smirk on his face too.

silence .

silence is what you “responded” with before smashing your lips with satoru’s, grabbing his white dreads and rubbing his scalp gently- completely opposite from your prior action.

satoru’s tongue licked almost every corner of your mouth, tasting the bitter vodka taste left in your mouth.

you both pulled away with a string of spit following each other's mouths.

“don’t dish out the heat if you cannot take the heat back, darling~!” satoru purred out, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his lap.

you tsked in response, resting your head on his neck.

and maybe later that night satoru punishes you by forcing you to cockwarm him for an hour straight.

(you failed after 10 minutes.)

ts is short asl ik but like 🙁

[luckyarchivist]

Inspired by Vere's artstyle being the TS artstyle, if Kuras birthday post is to be believed—

Aisvere modern!AU where Vere is a solo game dev and Ais is his FWB that Vere would reeeeally like to date, but he'd rather be fucked sideways and upside down before he was emotionally vulnerable.

So instead of saying anything to Ais, Vere copes by making a short dating sim with Ais as the love interest.

It's basically a vent piece, filled with all the nice, disgusting shit Vere can't do IRL (a fox has to have his pride), and all the sappy commitment shit he wishes Ais would say to him. And while Vere contemplates burning his computer once the game is finished, he instead opts to sell it, hoping to at least be compensated a few dollars for his months of pining-induced misery.

But, out of nowhere, it absolutely blows up.

Maybe it's because of Ais's sweet-and-spicy personality, or maybe it's because of his adorable love for his many unique pets. Probably it's because Vere has drawn Ais as accurately as he can, and Vere is an amazing artist, and Ais is hot as hell.

All of a sudden people are drawing fanart of Ais, writing imagines and headcanons about Ais, saying shit like "on the couch, on the floor, on the bed, backwards, forwards, till i pass out, while i'm unconscious, as soon as i wake up—"

Ais isn't actually a huge social media guy or a huge indie gamer, so it takes a while for him to see any of this. But see it he does, in the form of fanart of him railing somebody's OC. And I just know he texts that shit to Vere like "yo firefox don't this guy look like me lol" and Vere seriously contemplates offing himself just as soon as he figures out how to shut down the entire Internet permanently.

[sproouts-jpeg]

i keep thinking abt how chopper is never treated like the teenager he is, he’s always portrayed as basically a little kid

like and it doesn’t make sense to say that’s cause since he’s a reindeer he doesn’t understand human social conventions, cause luffy doesn’t either or just flat out disregards them and still is portrayed as a teenager/young adult

like i feel like he could be naive and childish and doted on by those older than him in a manner befitting of a young 15 yo teenager, but he’s just not

ik he’s very smart and multifaceted character, but god damn he gets treated like the little mascot/crew’s pet way too much

like its to the point we’re 99% of like modern au’s just characterize him as a little kid, cause it’d make zero sense for an actual 15-17 yo to act the way he does! i thought he was like 12 before i started reading op!!

i want him to have a conflict about being so mature yet so naive all at the same time!!! about knowing and having been through so much yet being so young and feeling like he knows nothing at all!!! i want him to struggle with wanting to be seen as an adult and taken seriously when everyone is just enjoying his little quirks!!

i WISH he had gotten a more ig mature? post ts redesign instead of turning into a bobble head!!

i think abt chopper a surprising amount

[lifesver]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙  𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙  𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓  𝘊𝘈𝘕  𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠  𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌  𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙  𝘈  𝘓𝘖𝘛  𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME :  kels

PRONOUNS :  she/they/he

PREFERENCE  OF  COMMUNICATION : ims on here are fine, im kind of bad at discord until i know people better, but i prefer to talk to my pals on discord obvi

NAME  OF  MUSE(S) : leland mckinney, tommy jarvis, jake park are most recent. but we were also out here for a long while w richie tozier and five hargreeves.

EXPERIENCE  /  HOW  LONG  (  MONTHS  /  YEARS? ) : oh god uh........... it really goes back to something like 2013? like i started in oc rp groups on and off mostly, i think i didn't get into actual tumblr rpc until maybe 2018? and w leland well we have been out here since last may agjsdk

BEST  EXPERIENCE : honestly like... as much as i sometimes still get embarrassed trying to explain [scare chord] Tumblr Roleplay to people outside of this particular circle, it's been such a large part of my enjoyment online for years and years. i've met some really close friends here, i've done some of my best writing here. and a lot of it is just the ability to bounce off my friends and their huge brain ideas. collaborative writing, to me, is just so much more fun than doing it alone. i really like taking one character and getting just way too deep into who they are, i like learning and picking things up from the variety of other writers on here. improving my writing from reading what my super talented friends do... and in particular this last year has been probably??? one of my most positive rpc experiences in a long while. having people jump into the tcsm rpc, making new friends, and putting together just completely off the shits wild aus and whatever. idk! my creative brain loves to go stupid mode in the paint. and besties we have written some good fucking horror narrative on this stupid website.

and also i'm cringe and i'm free (:

RP  PET  PEEVES  /  DEALBREAKERS :  i'm kind of just chilling like i really am very much non-confrontational in this space because it's... for fun. it's just imaginary internet collaborative writing hobby. mainly i just don't need passive aggression of any kind. i believe that you kind of get back what you put in on this kind of space, so make it comfortable for yourself, be kind to others, and understanding as often as you can be. if people aren't hurting anyone, let them vibe in their own space. not everyone has endless time anymore for rp, so don't make it weird or take it personally when people take time to get back to you about plots, or if they never get time. soft and hardblock as you need to to make your space chill for You it's just never that deep

MUSE  PREFERENCES  FLUFF,   ANGST  OR  SMUT : we like a bit of everything in this house (except anything remotely usfw goes to usfw shadow realm blog). like be serious i am always in the horror rpc for the angst and suffering and exploration of trauma but that needs to be balanced out by fluff and gentle vibes. [loudly into the megaphone] its about LOVE and HORROR-

PLOTS  OR  MEMES :  i like both! i think it's easiest to get things rolling with just whatever memes thrown my way and vice versa. i love plotting stuff out, but sometimes that takes a bit of existing in each others rpc space for a while. so i can be sort of slow w building dynamics, but i do like to!

LONG  OR  SHORT  REPLIES : i don't mind either, it's kind of refreshing to switch between the two, more rapid fire stuff is nice esp to start with, though i am known to be insane in the reply lengths for some prompts once stuff is plotted out.

BEST TIME TO WRITE :  i'm a morning person it's very cringe

ARE  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  MUSE(S) : idk if much really? but i do bring a sort of idiot jock(joth) energy to the function at times. i def project on him on the emotions side i think. and truly whoever i write at a given time reflects a bit on me bc hyperfixation go brrr

TAGGED  BY  :   did steal this from tsari thank u legend TAGGING  :  hands u it

[dayurno]

idk if you've answered a question like this before but do you have any kandrew fic recs 😳

IVE BEEN debating whether i should update my kandrew fic recs since its been a while and they have more than 3 fics now (shocking news to me) so here you go!!!

i bet these memories follow you around by acidmeringue

ONE OF THE MOST RECENTS I READ ohhhh it was so good it was so soft it was so perfect.... when andrew thinks hes hurt kevin and kevin notices that andrew shuts down bc of it............. THE TS LYRIC TITLE i am a simple. person i really am:) no smut in this one but theres some heavy petting

So Kiss Me In The Dark by jaydreamz

AHHHHHH,,,,,,,, this one it was soooo heart fluttering to me because of the things andrew thinks about kevin as i mentioned im really easy when andrew is in love im like ihrfugjhdftfwiogjdf (foams at the mouth)!!!... its an au but a little canon adjacent too and its really sweet:) perfect if you just want something nice and simple

leave your heart at home by NanaMinyard

this was written by my friend nana and i quite like it ! canon compliant, a little breakup angst, kevin starts seeing other people when andrew pulls the "we're nothing" on him, truly very fun to me........ i love exes kandrew and i love even more when andrew is just so pathetic

But I Have Twice The Heart by sambutwithbooks for dayurno (hihi) BEAUTIFUL SAM WROTE THIS FOR ME....!!! for aftg mixtape 2023, its sooooo good and such a refreshing concept for them!! just your usual bad boy/prep au with kevin being the literal son of the mayor (:0 ! !) and andrew being the local delinquent

breaking every finger, praying that it makes me clean by orionauriga

EASILY ONE OF THE BEST KANDREW FICS EVER ACTUALLY..... theres background kandreil so if thats not your cup of tea thats fine but its a lovely lovely work about andrew and aaron and andrew and kevin, the lines drawn between those, kevaaron sobriety etc. truly beautiful and one of my favorites

missed sleep by @nanatsuyu

IVE RECOMMENDED THIS BEFORE AND ILL DO IT AGAIN! the beautiful nanatsuyu never disappoints and im always very happy whenever they post anything kandrew hehe..... an au of sorts, domestic married kandrew being old men together....... a glimpse of happiness between two eternities of darkness. etc

even if it takes __ years by @nanatsuyu

heh.... this is the last nana one i promise..... i have not personally read this one yet (its been on my list!) but i trust them to write any kandrew at any point in time so ill sign under whatever is written there. have fun

these should be enough for now! as i got this ask i thought to myself there would surely be a ton of kandrew fics i hadnt mentioned or talked about before but it seems that most of them were actually my own...... olmfaoo... um... well if youre interested in that you can check out my ao3 profile as well

[elmaxlys]

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broc/carafe/pichet/pot/cruche

Schtroumpf Vert ou Vert Schtroumpf

Do you love the Tumblr Boyfriend

Hey sorry we put your boyfriend in a poll

Mode grammatical

Does the end justify the means?

Help me choose my next read

Do Protestants do the sign of the cross?

Trou-trou VS Plouf-plouf (pique nique douille c'est toi l'andouille)

Foot 2 Rue/Galactik Football/Inazuma Eleven

Générique F2R préféré

Do you apologize if you don't regret it?

Baguette

Pâté, terrine, rillettes, mousse

Gaufres showdown

Crêpes ou Gaufres

Love Languages

Où commence le Sud de la France hexagonale

Paris. Thoughts?

Sensations hell

[pony-central]

Crying TV Tropes That Apply to My Comic Characters

Berserker Tears - Sick Boyfriend started crying these while breaking up with Sick Girlfriend upon discovering that she never really liked him.

Bleed 'Em and Weep - in the Lost Media comic "Confronting Yourself", Sick Boyfriend started to cry once he unintentionally murdered his Anti-self

Crocodile Tears - Sick Boyfriend once did this to convince his teacher to let him skip his final two exams in school. This plan of his worked. DrugFriend also picked up this skill when he was convincing his dad to let him go Trick or Treating when he was five

Cry Into Chest - "Confronting Yourself" had SBF sob into his mums chest. The same thing happened at his 17th birthday party. DrugFriend also cried in Sick Boyfriend's chest after being fired from his job at FFFFE

Cry Laughing - Sick Boyfriend usually sheds tears of laughter whenever DrugFriend is called 'Drugsy Wugsy', often wetting himself afterwards

Crying a River - once Sick BF cried a fountain of tears because he had developed stage fright at the age of nine. Boyfriend is also no stranger to doing this

Crying at Your Birthday Party - see "Cry Into Chest". Sick Boyfriend once cried at his 17th birthday party upon waiting for his dad to show up

Crying Critters - the Lost Media comic called "Pet Daze" had Mrs Snickers crying once she was sent back to the pet store she came from

Everybody Cries - so many times where multiple people cried. One mega example is when Sick PonyCentral was crying over the possibility of dying to Nathan's demented father, as seen in Love at First Bite The Sequel. This caused Naughty PonyCentral to cry, and Boyfriend also started crying as well. Another example is when 95% of Parodies Town were crying over The Titanic movie

Heartbreak and Ice Cream - it was shown in VoreTober that Sick Boyfriend was crying and eating strawberry ice cream

Inelegant Blubbering - Sick PonyCentral, Sick Boyfriend, DrugFriend and a variety of characters do this, most often followed by sniffling

It's OK To Cry - in Mother's Day Mayhem, Freund tried desperately to hide his tears from PonyCentral during a therapy session. It didn't take long for him to burst into tears on the spot

Manly Tears - James Matric (Panchito Boyfriend). Whenever he sees a sad movie, he sheds a single tear

Men Don't Cry - heavily subverted.

My Eyes Are Leaking - most of the characters are subject to this trope

Ocular Gushers - Sick Boyfriend whenever he's reminded of DrugFriend in the remastered version of "A Boy Gotta Work". Sick PonyCentral also does this in LAFB TS after she found out that Sick Patrick was held hostage by Mr Files

Prone to Tears - Sick Boyfriend, based on my AU of him. He will resort to crying in distressing situations. DrugFriend and Sick PonyCentral also tend to start crying at the drop of a hat, and it also doesn't take much to cause Naughty PonyCentral and Nathan to cry as well. In fact, everyone in the PonyCentral universe, including PonyCentral herself, will all start crying for different reasons

Puppy-Dog Eyes - happens whenever begging is optional

Running Away to Cry - DrugFriend after he got fired from his job at FFFFE

Single Tear - James Matric (Panchito Boyfriend). See Manly Tears for the explanation

Tears of Awe - in "Love at First Bite Part 7", Naughty PonyCentral cries these after giving birth to a baby girl. In the bathtub. With the water still in the tub. It's a miracle that the baby survived

Tears of Fear - Sick Boyfriend whenever he sees a needle. Or gets scared of lightning

Tears of Joy - Sick PonyCentral once she sees her newborn baby girl for the first time

Trying Not to Cry - Freund whenever someone asks him about his mum

Your Makeup is Running - whenever Sick PonyCentral cries, her mascara spills down her face

Unable to Cry - Steven Graphite, AKA The DoodleBob Boyfriend. Makes sense since he is a sentient 2D drawing

Tasty Tears - Benedict Gumballs. He is a sentient Popsicle, so his tears are blueberry flavoured

[mareastrorum]

WIP Wednesday: TF&TS Scene

This will probably be my only WIP Wednesday because I’ve got the one story, but here’s a scene from a longfic I am working on. It is abbreviated TF&TS for now, though I’ll finalize the title later. I expect to start posting chapters once every 1-2 weeks beginning around June or July. I want to build enough buffer for regular updates.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

Of course, this inherently has spoilers, so you have been warned. I hope you enjoy it!

Chief Engineer Gren Copperfall was quite proud of his track record at the Hupperdook Assembly Yard. That, his gnomish intellect, and his expertise with brumestone were why he had earned the lead position on the Dwendalian Empire’s latest pet project.

When they handed Gren a design, he made it real, always better than they had planned. His team primed a prototype two weeks ahead of schedule, caught potential pitfalls before they caused any problems, and were prepared to proliferate a pack of copies once they received a military requisition. Gren’s team had passed every audit with perfect reviews, as predicted. 

Which is precisely why he was perturbed to hear that yet another officer from Rexxentrum had decided to show up unannounced for a surprise inspection. 

Gren made his way across the massive tent to the entrance, shaking out his annoyance before meeting with whatever high-and-mighty bureaucrat decided they needed to see this project up close. Half of them pulled this stunt just to get a sneak peak at the latest and greatest coming out of Hupperdook. Gren was certain he would have cut almost a day—maybe two!—out of the construction time if he had been allowed to tell them off.

The trio was easy to spot at a distance. They were just permitted entry by the guards at the front, now looking up at Gren’s masterpiece. A red-headed human dressed in a formal Righteous Brand officer’s red and yellow uniform, more suitable for a parade than the battlefield. Then an elf and a halfling, each dressed in proper military garb, weapons at their sides and on their backs. All three looked bored, as if they did not want to be there. They weren’t even impressed!

Perhaps this was a legitimate inspection after all. 

“Well, we shall plan accordingly,” the Bright Queen said once the Mighty Nein had provided their information to the court. “They will rue the day they tried to assail us on their terms.”

Gren did not understand the meaning, but he recognized that the human started barking things out in Zemnian.

Oh gods, a Zemnian bureaucrat. This was going to be terrible. And boring. And thorough. And waste so much time.

By the time Gren walked up to the group, the officer was already badgering some of Gren’s assistants to start the walkthrough. He did not even look up at them while speaking. The man just read something off of a stack of papers. So rude.

“Excuse me, sir, I am Gren Copperfall, the Chief Engineer for Project Albatross,” Gren interrupted. “I understand you are here for an inspection, sir?”

“Hallo, I am Captain Leucht Jäger,” the Zemnian responded in a flat voice and a thick accent, casting only a brief glance down at Gren before he handed down several papers. “You are correct. Let’s be quick about it, ja?”

Gren hesitated a moment. He thought he saw a red light in the captain’s eyes, but no, they were just an icy blue, almost silver. They must have caught the reflection of something.

“May I be so humble to ask what that plan might include?” Beau asked.

Gren did not appreciate the attitude, but considering that this bureaucrat wanted to be quick, he could forgive some impropriety. The documents looked to be in order. Oh, he had been delayed in arriving, and he had a short deadline to return to Rexxentrum. This wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

Now that Gren was closer, the two guards the captain had brought with him looked more sick of the officer than anything else. Well, spending a week with someone that dour would probably do the same to anyone. 

“A walk-and-talk then, sir? This way,” Gren replied as he turned and waved frantically to his assistants. “Go prepare for launch, we’re doing a test flight A-S-A-P!”

“That is not of your concern,” the Bright Queen replied, “but we appreciate your diligence in offering us this information.”

“O-oh, uh, sir, but,” one of the assistants replied (Gren always forgot her actual name, but she was Pigtails), “we’ve been loading supplies to do that long-distance test today. Should we tell the crew to stop loading? They’re almost done though.”

“Ah, right, just finish it quickly, we’ll do that as soon as the inspection is done,” Gren replied as he led the captain away. Pigtails nodded and ran off, calling out orders to the team. 

The captain was staring Gren down when he looked back at the trio. 

“If I may offer one more word, my lady?” Beau added cautiously. “Being of the Empire, what we can for sure tell you is that they do not take kindly to being bested or embarrassed and they will retaliate with the full force of everything they've been working towards.”

“Apologies, you caught us right before we were going to do a long-distance flight test,” Gren explained with an ameliatory smile. “As I’m sure you’ve read, Project Albatross is an ambitious experimental skyship that we hope to shift into production within the next month. It’s designed for speed, combat, and distance, and as you can see, we’ve achieved that by making the build much leaner.”

Gren indicated up to the only fully-constructed skyship in the tent, two in-progress builds visible beyond it. Unlike most skyships, which were usually constructed to transport cargo, his Albatross clearly had very limited storage space. It was almost as long as any other skyship, but thin and only had a single deck. However, the stern rose up another twenty or so feet and connected down to the deck at a sloping angle, ending just at the base of the main mast. 

A bevy of workers started gathering around the ship, removing tethers and quickening their pace to load boxes marked with white W on the side. Two armed guards escorted some workers carrying a single iron chest marked with a green R. 

“As you can see, an Albatross features a sharp deadrise hull to minimize drag, and in the event of a water landing, to ensure a quick pace at sea,” Gren continued, indicating the dramatically pointed hull as they walked towards the bow.

“If I am correct in my beliefs, this is retaliation for our retaliation,” the Bright Queen noted.

Gren pointed out the stands holding the skyship upright, “The ground landings can be a bit tricky because of the need for support beams, but they are easily deployed from the ship itself, and the ship can hover via brumestone until they are in position.”

He continued his usual rant about the ship’s design, which he had memorized after the tenth time doing it. The trio still looked bored, but Captain Jäger made some notes on his papers as they went.

Gren spotted two rather burly workers, a tabaxi and a really tall human (maybe?), carrying crates up the planks rather than using ropes to lift, but he supposed that made sense given that they needed to be quick.

“Yes, it's a lot of retaliation,” Beau agreed.

“There are three key prototype features that we have been testing on this initial model,” Gren explained as they walked up several ramps to the deck. “First and foremost, there are five modified brumestone crystals built into the stern, designed to provide ‘thrust’ to propel the skyship forward rather than just allow the ship to hover. Of course, there are four normal brumestone crystals built into the hull for typical skyship hover-flight.”

“This will continue until one side cannot retaliate,” the Bright Queen responded, “and we hope with a swift enough and well-planned plot laid out with this information, perhaps we can keep them from being able to retaliate for some time.”

“Second, there is the arcane engine, which is designed to consume an experimental fuel—primarily made from whitestone or residuum—to power the modified crystals, allowing for a consistent rate of twenty-five miles per hour and bursts of up to fifty miles per hour, respectively, not taking wind speed into account. As you know, the average skyship can only manage ten miles per hour safely. Third, the masts feature collapsible yardarms and several sails designed to withstand greater wind speed and high altitudes, particularly useful for long-distance flights, all controlled remotely from the helm. They are even enchanted to change color between white and black to avoid detection, day or night.”

It bothered Gren that he had to list the wizards’ contributions to the project before his own, but they all knew none of it would have worked without a properly designed skyship to hold everything together. That engine could power modified brumestone all damn day, and it wouldn’t do anything useful if his ship wasn’t stable enough to maintain direction or hold itself together while going at high speed.

And those sails! They were gorgeous! He even designed some of them off of a splendens fish fin for added elegance, but no, all the Rexxentrum elite cared about was wizards. Damn Assembly.

As they reached the deck, Gren could see that most workers had left the fuel crates on the deck for the two larger grunts to pick up and bring below. Good, that would minimize the number of workers in the way. Now that Gren got a second look, that wasn’t a human, that was a goliath. Well, all the better to do the heavy lifting.

“I am no war strategist or battle advisor,” Beau began, “but if you want to live for this vendetta and to retaliate another day, I would highly consider evacuating your troops from Ashguard Garrison and defending amongst the border.”

Gren briefly showed the trio the quick access to the engine room through the hatchway openings on the main deck, which could be covered and secured when flying at high speeds. He then herded them towards the helm room, which was built into the abnormally tall stern with a door on both the right and the left side. There was a massive glass window halfway up the front with a barely perceptible green hue, allowing them to see inside.

The two guards at the helm room saluted Gren and Captain Jäger, then one opened the left door outward for them. Gren walked in, admiring the brain of his ship for a moment. He never tired of looking at the piping and mechanics built into the walls of the lower room. The engineers stayed below to observe and record during each test, while the crew worked elsewhere. Everyone else loved the helm room or the engine room, but this was Gren’s favorite part of the ship. 

“After the inspection, we planned to do a long-distance test flight to and from the Wuyun Gates in a single day,” Gren continued. “We’ve loaded more fuel than necessary, enough for a few trips at maximum speed and some additional uses that I’ll cover in a bit. But it is best to have too much rather than trying to obtain rare fuel in the middle of nowhere if anything were to go awry. In the event that a crew runs out of fuel, they can still pilot as a normal skyship, though its speed will max out at perhaps fifteen miles per hour in good weather.”

“Trust that we do have military advisors,” the Bright Queen insisted. “We have individuals who have dedicated their entire existence and multiple lives to being tacticians on the battlefield. But you mentioned Scourgers. What can you tell me about these Scourgers?”

As they ascended the narrow stairs, Gren went on, “However, we have two more scheduled tests for the engine before any additional engines can be constructed for subsequent ships. For now, this baby is one-of-a-kind.”

The first thing anyone ever noticed was the view out the massive window to the front of the ship and a smaller window to the back. A helm room with windows!

Then there were the control panels on each side of the helm with several levers and gauges. The simplicity belied the complex mechanisms used to remotely control each of the many sails, eliminating the need for a rigger except in the event of serious structural damage.

In fact, the ship could operate on a skeleton crew of just two: one to steer and the other to operate the engine during high speed flight or to act as a gunner when the ship had slowed to attack speeds. Of course, a crew of at least four was recommended, as redundancy was always encouraged for experimental technologies, plus they should always have an engineer on board in case of emergencies.

Oh, Gren had said most of that aloud and not noticed. Well, it was important, and they should know it. Damn wizards demanding that he leave out details about his engineering marvel.

He should’ve stopped thinking out loud. 

“I know a fair amount,” Caleb began. “Years ago, I was training to be one. I-I made it quite far in the process before I was cast out. B-but I know things.”

“Anyway, if you’ll stand at the helm, you’ll see that there is actually a glass panel to view the engine room from here,” Gren droned on as he walked to the panel that was partially built into the floor that displayed a frontal view of a metal contraption built into a wall rather than the floor below. “We arranged a set of mirrors so the engine room and helm room can see each other. There is a call box in each room so the helmsman can communicate with the crew. The glass panels are also reinforced magically to ensure that it can withstand combat, explosions, and high wind speed. Those stairs at the back of the room lead further down to the engine room, storage, mess, and crew’s quarters. It’s a very barebones layout, intended for combat missions only.”

Captain Jäger stood at the helm and looked it over, as well as through the panels. He seemed satisfied, even interested for a Zemnian. Meaning that he looked neutral instead of bored. 

Caleb continued, “And I know I'm retreading past ground, but I hope that as you protect your people and your kingdom, you will consider instead of utter destruction, there are people on the other side of those mountains who are not happy with the ones running the show.”

Gren went on to his usual explanation of the need to seal the helm room and deck at high speeds, the various levers and controls for the sails and yardarms, the reference manuals that he wrote in plain Common (but a crew really wouldn’t need them, it was all so intuitive after a single test flight), and on and on…

And then he could get the last juicy part.

“Finally, there are the two arcane cannons we have built into the ship,” Gren said as he motioned to the oversized bow, visible through the window. “One can be lifted up from the hold, moved on wheels, and affixed to either side of the ship. The other is built into the front of the bow, capable of shooting ahead in a 120 degree arc. Either is capable of firing lightning or, well, fire, at an accurate distance of up to 100 feet or 150 feet, respectively. They both operate using the same cartridges as the engine, so the crew needs to ration them out accordingly, but each whitestone cartridge has enough power for ten shots. We included the extra fuel I mentioned just in case there’s some need for combat, but it’s really just a precaution given our planned route. Finally, each cannon can be operated by a single crewman.”

“Use us,” Caleb insisted. “Use us for your ends. Use us to find this other missing relic. Use us and our contacts to help supplant the Cerberus.”

Gren looked out at the deck and saw that it had been sealed, all the ropes had been removed, and the top of the tent had been pulled open. The mirrors showed the two workers below were organizing the crates to clear space for the crew to operate properly. It was a cozy fit, but six crew, four guards, himself, an extra engineer, and the captain should be comfortable during the test. The ship was designed to quarter up to fifteen anyway. Now he just needed the workers to disembark and to call up his test crew.

Loud rumbling echoed from below, and the ship shook. An earthquake perhaps? Not uncommon given Hupperdook’s prized volcanic Underbellows, even if it was a little ominous.

No, just a small shake, it would be fine. Yep.

Peachy.

The captain and his guards looked up, then through the window, concerned.

Gren waited a moment for the ship to settle before speaking assuringly, “Ah, that happens sometimes. Nothing to worry about! Just some typical seismic activity in this area and definitely not a volcano erupting. That would just be, haha—no, no, we’re good.”

“We can help you break the cycle,” Beau added.

There was another, stronger shift as the rumbling returned, boisterous and continuous. Then Gren heard screaming. There shouldn’t have been screaming. 

Oh gods, it was finally happening, Gren never wanted to live near a volcano, he told Pofan, he told him that was the worst decision they ever made, but no, he wanted to live near famil—

The rumbling overlapped, multiple sources below, and getting closer. Suddenly, a burst of dirt and stone shot from the starboard, pelting the deck with debris as a trilling roar filled the air, then a second, then a third. Then chirping, overlapping buzzing louder and louder, so much like a swarm of crickets.

Gren swore he saw a column of lava rise up, visible just at the right edge of the helm room window. It tore through the side of the tent. But lava was not purple and did not have yellow teeth and spikes.

No, that’s a worm. That’s a purple worm.

“Krick attack! To arms!” someone bellowed from below, barely perceptible over the din of screaming workers, roaring worms, and shrilling crickets. 

“The cycle cannot be broken, until there is nothing living,” the Bright Queen responded somberly.

“It sounds like it is time for an emergency launch, ja?” Captain Jäger said with a hint of urgency. Maybe that was how Zemnians panic. “Get to it.”

“R-right, yeah,” Gren replied, frozen a moment before he slapped himself and got to work initiating the launch. “Make sure the engine room is secure! We’re going to need speed!”

Gren quickly activated the brumestone crystals in the hull as the captain’s guards rushed down the stairs and the captain went after them. As it began lifting, he reviewed the panel to confirm that all systems were normal and that the yardarms were secured.

Once the ship had lifted several feet, Gren triggered the pulleys to retract the landing struts onto their horizontal resting place parallel with the bulwark. He heard the mechanism loudly turn and lock in place.

It would take perhaps half a minute to lift out of the tent, and then they could activate the engine and rush away from whatever chaos the Kryn were unleashing.

It’d be fine. Totally fine. The skyship’s fast.

“All we can do is our best to keep it slow.”

“Open the door on the wall!” Gren barked rapidly into the mouthpiece by the left panel while watching the mirror network. “As soon as you see out that window that we are passing the lip of the tent, add one cartridge of whitestone fuel to the opening, seal the door, and flip the left-most lever!”

The guards and workers in the engine room started at Gren’s voice, but the tabaxi and goliath quickly began opening a whitestone crate to pull out a cartridge. The elf kept an eye out a port window. The halfling opened the engine intake and looked over the rest of the controls.

Good. Gren had only mostly recited the manual he wrote, so it seems it really was plain enough Common for anyone to figure it out. He also heard the doors below locking, likely done by the captain. At least he was helping. Better than most bureaucrats would do, anyway.

The ship was not yet halfway to the top of the tent when a single cricket’s chirping intensified.

Through the window, Gren saw a flash of silver and purple as a Kryn soldier covered in chitinous armor landed on the deck below, their purple cloak swirling behind them. They wielded a massive glaive, with a shield strapped to their back and a sword hanging at their side.

The two Righteous Brand soldiers guarding the doors charged with weapons drawn, but the Kryn felled both in six sweeping slashes, cutting them down as sprays of gore painted the deck.

“Why can’t the cycle be broken?” Jester asked.

Gren froze and stared through the glass. It happened so fast. Just a few seconds for one Kryn to kill two soldiers.

And then the Kryn looked up. They vaulted onto the main mast and leapt off it into the air towards the window. Immediately after the jump, a shadow apparated inside the room, a gray copy of the Kryn mere inches in front of Gren.

It was looking at him. 

Gren had to run, had to move, but he could not get his body to do anything. Where would he even go? 

The Kryn switched places with their shadow (how did they do that? Gren thought that was made up, that’s ridiculous), impaled Gren on the glaive, then flung him to the side in one fluid movement. He couldn’t even scream as he bounced off the wall and collapsed.

It hurt. More than Gren ever imagined what he could suffer, it hurt, it stung and it was sharp, even with the blade gone. The world was askew, and his own blood formed a growing puddle on the floor. He felt colder, rapidly colder. Oh, this was not what he wanted either. He should have never come to Hupperdook. 

“Because life is pain for many,” the Bright Queen explained.

“Fáilte,” another man said blithely.

Gren did not recognize the voice or that word. He shifted his eyes to Captain Jäger, who stood at the head of the stairs as though he had just arrived. No one else had come up, but that had not been a Zemnian accent, nor did it sound like that language.

The Kryn stared down the captain, who had not even drawn a weapon. It was surreal to see the bureaucrat’s spotless decorative uniform of red and gold and the Kryn’s bloodstained armor of purple and silver only a few feet apart. 

“Tragic,” the captain commented languidly as he smirked at Gren. ”I had use for that one.”

Gren saw it then. He had been right before. There was a red light in the human’s eyes.

The captain looked back at the Kryn with a smug grin, “Fair trade, I suppose.”

“Jealousy, strife…”

The Kryn did not seem to care, thrusting forward with their glaive to skewer the captain as well and hoisting him up to keep him on the blade. The human almost looked upside-down from Gren’s point of view, crimson spilling from his gut up to the floor.

Bright light suddenly burst from the windows, daylight illuminating the scene clearly.

Gren had difficulty paying attention over the agony, but he was certain he heard a wheezing laugh from the captain. It did not sound right; not a he anymore, an it. Did not sound like a Zemnian, not even like a person.

It got louder. Why did it echo?

The captain gripped the glaive, and black ooze slithered out from his sleeves and hands down the weapon like a snake. Gren felt all the warmth drain from the world in an instant, his own weak breath and the others’ all visibly puffing in the air. The light from the windows dimmed to almost nothing.

“Oh, I like you,” the captain drawled in two layered accents, one Zemnian and agonizing, and the other lilting and predatory. “We’re going to get along so well.”

“Some need to conquer.”

The last sight Gren Copperfall saw before everything went dark was an outpouring of luminescent silver and red glass in inky mist rushing into the air from the captain’s orifices and wound, swarming the Kryn in a horrifying storm of bloodied mirror shards and writhing shadow.

The last sensation he felt—beyond the cold and pain—was the floor sliding below him as the skyship accelerated.

The last sound he heard was two voices laughing in unison.

[ziltoidcoffee]

wip tag game

Tagged by @macchiatosdumptruck & @greentea-avanti​ 💙

Post your WIP file names (no matter how nondescript or off the wall), let people ask about them, and reply with a snippet or description or other related blabbering! 

(Gotta a long list of ideas so these are the ones I have mostly fleshed out.)

KK - Omega Auction - TS/DL: Silverusso ABO AU oneshot fic where Terry buys omega Daniel after the events of KK3. But Daniel was a beta back then...(50% written already, hoping to post this week or next)

CK - ABO - TS/DL: My long document of my WIP Silverusso fanfic Omega of Mine. (75% done with the next chapter!)

KK - Teacher's Pest - JL/DL: The title is a reference to Teacher’s Pet. It’s my upcoming Lawrusso AU fanfic with older teacher Daniel and KK compliant Johnny. <3 I can’t wait to post this soon. (I am mostly outlining and trying to finish the Silverusso one before. But we’ll see.)

KK - Demon - TS/DL: A Silverusso oneshot I plan to release during October. Terry as a dermon in KK3....Enough said. 😈

KK - Werewolf AU - TS/DL: Another SIlverusso one/twoshot I may release during October if there’s enough interest. Similar to above...but 🐺. Also kinda considering making this Lawrusso instead.

KK - Bunny/Wolf - TS/DL: A Silverusso hybrid cottagecore AU I may write...

KK - Potential - TS/DL: A Silverusso longish AU fanfic I’m planning where Mr. Miyagi never met Daniel, and Terry shows up a lot sooner, betting Kreese he can train Daniel in a few months to beat newly-crowned karate champ Johnny. He might have other ulterior motives too... 😘

And these last few are the least fleshed out, and you can guess the topic...KK - F/S - TS/DL, KK - Nurse - JL/DL, KK - Bro - TS/DL...

Tagging...no one cause I think most of ya’ll have been tagged.

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Good vibes only

by reverseratatouille

"Not a peep Iz", Ed had whispered to him, smoothening his sweater before moving lower to press the vibe against Izzy's cock through the fabric of the underwear, rubbing it against the sensitive skin, " 'ts not even there".

 Domestic steddyhands modern au where Izzy has two vibrators in/on him and he doesn’t know who's in control of which.

Words: 2430, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands

Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Sub Israel Hands, Dom Stede Bonnet, Dom Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Vibrators, Butt Plugs, Remote Vibrators, Overstimulation, Coming In Pants, Blindfolds, Gags, domestic husbands, but also Ed and Stede are Izzy's Sirs, Izzy's called kitten as a pet name like once but no petplay im sad to confirm, Modern Era, Service Submission, Author is Open to Hearing about Dead Batteries, izzys wont run out tho, (un)luckily for him

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43798981

[fedoraphe]

♤ Day 1 of @moceit-appreciation-week; Flowers/Surprise ♤

Oh, to fall in love with a(nother) vampire and be featured in a dramatic movie poster...