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sleep-drunk-kitten · 1 year ago

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pairing: Sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, established relationship

content warnings: emotional neglect, some swearing, hoon is kinda a workaholic ig?, I don't think there's anything that really needs warnings other than this is sad but lmk if I miss anything!

summary: your boyfriend comes home late after promising to be home on time for once, only to find that you're nowhere in sight...

notes: this is another one that I'm not sure how to feel about ;-; but I hope you guys enjoy it TwT fun fact, the whole thing was inspired by an rp that I did with an ai where the robot somehow managed to call me by another person's name while cuddling XD

I'm making a general taglist for my fics so if anyone would like to be added please either send an ask or a DM ^w^

Everything below the cut is NOT proofread

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The white noise of your favorite movie buzzes through your living room, conversation and dialogue that you’d learned by heart filling the cold space with a false sense of familiarity. You sit cross-legged with your back pressed into the arm of the L-shaped couch in front of the tv, resting your chin on a plushie held close to your chest, looking not at the flickering screen to your right, but at the clock hanging in your kitchen–the only room in the house with the lights on.

9:17 pm, it reads. Roughly three hours and seventeen minutes since your boyfriend would typically get home from work.

Three hours and seventeen minutes since you’d been waiting on a barstool by the kitchen island where you both usually took your meals.

A tiramisu cake and a bouquet of flowers laid out in front of you.

Waiting.

So much waiting.

After an hour or so, you’d gently slid the cake back into its box, distracting yourself with the task of putting the flowers into a vase before they could wilt.

‘He’s late again,’ you think sleepily, eyes struggling to stay focused on the clock, ’he promised he wouldn’t be tonight.’

Your vision blurs as the long hand hits 12, eyelids too heavy to keep open, mind wandering to the conversation you’d shared with Sunghoon that morning.

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“What time will you be home from work today?” you asked sleepily, sitting up in your nest of blankets, having woken up to find that he was already in the process of pulling his socks on, careful not to wake you.

“I don’t know, Love, you know how crazy things have been with this update, I might be late again,” he said absently, looking around for his glasses. “Where the fuck did I put them?”

He runs a hand through his hair frustratedly, leg bouncing in agitation. It made your heart ache slightly in your chest, disappointment, guilt, and worry mixing confusedly in your stomach.

You loved Sunghoon, more than almost anything else in your life, he was the man you’d chosen as your partner, who you’d decided to stand by through thick and thin. But ever since the game company he worked for had started work on a new update, you’d been seeing less and less of him. Always coming home late, tired and stressed, mind wandering and absent even when he was sitting right in front of you. You understood, you really did. Between the two of you he was the one with the bigger income, the burden of taking care of you, of making sure that the two of you could build a future together, was on his shoulders. And it was a responsibility that he did not take lightly.

But still.

In moments like that, where you slid off your bed to fetch his glasses off the nightstand–blanket wrapped securely round your shoulders to fend off the cold that permeated your apartment since the heating had started to malfunction–moving round the bed to stand in front of him… you couldn’t help but feel like he was breaking your heart. Just a little.

It was in the way he only met your eyes briefly when he took them from you before standing and gathering the rest of his things, sighing in what could’ve been frustration or relief, it was hard to tell.

It was the way he didn’t stop the flow of movement steadily taking him away from you and towards the office till you called his name twice, stopping in his tracks and fixing you with a look that, though probably unintentional, made you want to bury yourself under your mountain of plushies and hide.

“I’m going to be late, (y/n), what is it?”

You winced. You couldn’t help it. Unaccustomed to hearing him say your name with so little emotion. “Just… could you come back on time tonight?” your voice is barely more than a whisper, tapering off into silence the longer you force your eyes to meet his. “Unless you can’t of course! I’m not saying you have to do anything, I understand that you’re busy and you can’t really dictate when or how things get done but just that it would be nice if you could be home on time tonight since-”

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll make it home on time tonight.”

His voice was softer than it had been a moment ago, giving you the courage you needed to meet his eyes. They were still heavy with worry, brows drawn together to dig a permanent crease into the middle of his forehead, but they weren’t quite as cold or distant. He was looking at you, really looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever.

It wasn’t much, you knew that. But it was still enough to ease the knot building in your throat. Enough to bring a small smile to your face as you nodded. “Mnm! Okay, I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Mnm, alright,” he said, a small, slightly strained smile coming to rest on his own lips.

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The apartment was almost completely dark when the lock to the front door chimed, alerting the darkness that someone had arrived. The figure that stepped through was slumped over, backpack sliding off one shoulder with his jacket, shoes abandoned haphazardly.

It took a moment for Sunghoon’s mind to catch up to his body, for it to fully sink into his bones that he was home. That he was home and it was nearly 11 pm. Home and the tv and kitchen light were both on, white letters onscreen asking the room if anyone was still watching Netflix.

Something in the kitchen caught his eye, a handmade vase his sister had given you for your birthday set out on the kitchen island, filled to the brim with pink, white, and purple flowers he did not recognise.

’Oh’

It was his birthday.

That’s why you’d asked him to come home on time.

Sunghoon groaned, face twisting with what could only be described as pain as he quickly set his bag down by the front door and made his way to your shared bedroom. You were usually asleep by this time, unable to pull all-nighters the way you used to back when you were in high school, always out like a light by no later than 10:30 every night.

’But she still stays up every night waiting for you,’ a voice in his head hisses.

’I know… fuck I know she does,’ his own voice replies, panic setting in when he finds your room empty, the bed neatly made, not even a dent to show that you’d been laying in it while working on your laptop during the day.

’She’s not here… are you surprised? How long did you expect her to wait?’ the voice whispers, a chill cascading down his spine.

The panic sets in with more vigor, wrapping round his throat and sending his tired mind into overdrive as he checks the bathroom, your home office, and finally the dark living room. Fear telling him that this was it.

He’d really gone and done it now.

He wasn’t a complete fool. He knew the moment you stood in the middle of your bedroom floor instead of closing the distance between you and wrapping your arms around his waist, choosing instead to clutch your favorite duvet like a lifeline, wincing when you heard his voice, all because you wanted to ask him to come home… he knew right then that he’d been an absolute idiot.

He’d meant to come home early, to be there to make it up to you, to apologise properly, tell you that he’d take some time off as soon as the update was done and dusted.

But he didn’t. He let work sweep him up again. Drowning in error messages and buggy code till the sky outside his office windows was filled with the flickering lights of the city at night.

And now… now you weren’t there.

He’d left you alone.

He’d left you alone too long and you were gone.

You were gone.

You were gone and-

’Oh.’

There you were.

The relief when Sunghoon sees you–curled up on the couch, partially hidden by a small pile of blankets and stuffed animals–is immediate.

He doesn’t really register the way he sighs your name, shoulders relaxing, body melting into the floor the moment he’s in front of you, hand brushing a few messy strands of hair out of your face. The need to feel the warmth of your skin, to confirm that you really are there in front of him more an instinct than a conscious decision.

You mumble something in your sleep, tilting your face away from his cold fingertips, eyes fluttering open. “Hoon… hi baby… welcome home,” you say tiredly, shifting under your blankets in an attempt to pull yourself up.

Sunghoon feels his heart crack in his chest. Why were you smiling at him? You should've been angry. You should've pushed him away, demanded to know why he was back so late, why he'd been neglecting you in the first place.

“Baby? My love… why are you crying?” you ask, reaching for him through the haze of sleep still clinging to your limbs.

Choking back a sob, he leans closer, tucking his head under your chin and doing his best to wrap an arm around you from his place on the carpeted floor. “Nothing,” he says, shaking his head, though the tears soaking into your sternum say otherwise, “just missed you…”

Your vision blurs at his words, a thread of steadily building tension and worry that had been constricting your heart for the past few weeks snapping. “Oh…” your voice shakes slightly, lungs shuddering as your breaths begin to feel lighter, “I’m right here you goose, what’re you crying for?”

“Who says I’m crying,” he says, hoarse with tears.

“Right right,” you laugh despite the dampness now soaking through your own cheeks, “because my baby never cries, huh?”

“Never,” he sniffles, nuzzling closer.

You stay like that for a while, eventually urging him to sit more comfortably on the couch, allowing you to settle yourself on his lap, his arms still wrapped firmly round your waist, hands occasionally kneading whatever part of you he was in contact with as if he needed to assure himself that you were there, solid and real.

He waits until he feels your heartbeat slow to a steady rhythm, trying his best to calm down so his own can match yours, beat for beat. The way it–in his opinion–should.

But it wouldn’t, there were words lodged in his throat, and every time he tried to get them out he felt that same panic wash over him, sending his heart into a frenzy.

You could feel like beating against your cheek, could sense that there was something he wasn’t saying from the way his grip on you would tighten almost imperceptibly, stiffening as if he was bracing himself for something. A part of you wanted to push him, prompt him and ask what was going through his head, why you’d woken up to the sight of him crying in the dim light of your living room. And you would’ve if he hadn’t beat you to it.

“I’m sorry, (y/n).”

“What do you mean? For being late? I know you can’t help it, Hoon, it’s not some-”

“No! I mean yes, I’m sorry for being late tonight but… I mean… I mean for everything… for not being… here, with you, like this… as often as I should be, I’m sorry,” he says, the hands at your sides nervously fidgeting with the fabric at your hips, nervously looking between your face and the static tv screen behind you.

Sunghoon had never been good with words. You’d learned early on in your relationship that he preferred to show how he felt through his actions. Yet here he was, fumbling through an apology because… because…

“My love… did you think I’d left?” you ask, gently cupping his face with one hand, urging him to look at you.

Puffy red eyes still wet with tears, messy unkempt hair from running his hands through it all day, tired and probably as emotionally spent as you’d ever seen him and still… still he was the most beautiful person in the world to you. He nodded, hiding his face in your chest again, hands stilling.

“Well,” you sigh, resting your chin on top of his head and running a hand through the hair at the back of his head, combing through it in a way he swears only you can, “at least you know you’ve got things you need to make up for…”

“I know… I forgot for a while… but I know…”

“That’s okay then,” you breathe, leaning back to kiss his forehead. “But Sunghoon… baby… darling… the love of my life… my little pookie bear… “ you both giggle a little at the pet names, “You know I’d never leave you over something like this right? I was sad, and hurt, and I still expect you to make it up to me by never doing this again but… I still love you, it only hurts because I love you… I’m not going anywhere.”

Sunghoon pauses for a moment, letting your words sink in. You think that when he looks up, lips slightly parted, it’s to say something in response, but you really should’ve known better.

Slowly, giving you enough time to pull away should you choose to, his breath mingling with yours before he steals it away with a soft, lingering kiss. Neither of you is in any rush to take things further.

It feels like a small eternity before he pulls away, like time stills for you both, but then he’s pressing his lips to your jaw, butterfly kisses tickling you down to your pulse point, making you giggle so you almost miss it when he says, “I love you too… so much…”

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It isn’t until the next day when you’re shuffling into your home office dressed in one of his oversized jerseys, complaining about a meeting that he remembers the flowers he’d seen on the kitchen island.

Pulling out his phone, he makes good use of his detective skills (and google lens), remembering all the times you’d spoken to him about the language of flowers, and the meanings behind certain blooms.

He wasn’t quite sure whether to laugh or cry once he’d figured it out, opting to dig through the cabinets for a pack of waffle mix to fix you some breakfast instead. He had a lot of apologies to make…

Baby’s Breath: pure everlasting love

Pink Camellias: longing for you

Forget-me-nots: true love memories, do not forget me

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mr2swap · 6 months ago

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Late Christmas gift

I looked at the kitchen clock again, “6:36PM” It had only been 2 minutes since I last looked, after that I looked at the phone just to confirm that the time was correct, Maybe Grandpa Greg's flight had missed. Delayed? We hadn't seen each other, I placed my grandfather's glasses over my eyes, which I had easily gotten used to always having at my side.

I hated these stupid glasses, Grandpa's eyes work as much as his tiny, wrinkled cock, it's been over a year since me and Grandpa swapped bodies, I'd forgotten to buy a damn gift for Grandpa Greg, I didn't even know he liked me. To old people before I became one... I should have given him a foot massager. This huge belly makes my feet so tired that I prefer not to move from the couch for hours.

Anyway, I didn't have a gift, so I just wrote on a piece of paper “Valid for any gift.” How the hell was I supposed to know that what I wanted for Christmas was to be young again?”

The day after Christmas we simply woke up in each other's bodies and the worst thing of all is that we can't say anything about this ridiculous body swapping! Every time I try to tell my parents or one of my friends that I'm trapped in my grandfather Greg's obese, disgusting decrepit body, those thoughts just disappear from my mind and I start talking like I'm a 60-year-old old man. The last time I tried to tell my ex-girlfriend Stephanie, I “woke up” at the racetrack showing off my enormous stomach with a pipe in my lips and several empty beer cans around me.

But all this would end soon... or at least it was supposed to. We had tried everything to swap again, we even watched a long marathon of body swap movies to try various methods, but nothing worked... the only solution was to try to recreate what caused this problem in the first place, I just had to give him the same gift, and he would write “my body back” or something like that.

My family was preparing for dinner when suddenly a sound that came from my cell phone made me put the beer I was drinking on my huge belly.

“I'm sorry kid, but I didn't know how to tell you in person, I decided to leave things as they are for a while, I still have things to do with your body, but don't worry I'll be back for the new year... maybe, I just met a guy incredible on the beach and I wouldn't want to ruin it”

Hey guys! happy holidays!

This is a little story I wrote last year for my Ko-Fi page, thank you all so much for another wonderful year, if you like bodyswap and stories you can support me on my Ko-fi page to access my archive of over 250 bodyswap stories, from my old patreon and discord…

oh! And join my discord server, if you like RP or if you have any ideas that you would like me to write in a future story, I'm taking suggestions for ideas and images.

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maelancoli · 9 months ago

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PADDING OUT DIALOGUE SCENES

in another round of very unprompted writing advice i thought i figured i'd share my two cents when it comes to the topic of struggling to fill out conservational scenes. another thing i see a LOT of lately is a general fretting among writers who find that dialogue comes easily to them but the rest is a struggle. for me it's often been the opposite, i had to work at honing the talking part but description? i've always done a little too much tbqh. but funny enough the solution for both is not disconnected.

a lot of it will come down to knowing your character. what are their ticks? what are their filler words? are they bold and expressive when they're speaking? or are they withdrawn and shy? deciding the behavioral quirks of your character will improve your instincts when trying to be more descriptive. do they fidget with their clothes? do they pick up objects and toy with them? do they fold their arms around themselves or have other defensive posture? where do their eyes go when they speak? do they look around a lot? do they have an intense, unwavering gaze? do they zone out to look at other objects? what are they looking at when they do look away to think or listen? (this is also where having a faceclaim to build characteristics and mannerisms around can be helpful, not just in rp settings but any kind of fiction.)

"i guess...i don't really know how i'm supposed to feel about it," he admitted.

okay so we already have information here to expound on. the character is uncertain and conflicted. how would that effect their demeanor outwardly?

"i guess..." he trailed off with a sigh. he shook his head and his gaze grew unfocused, wandering away from his companion to stare blankly at a clock on the mantelpiece. his index finger tapped lightly at his knee. "i don't know how i'm supposed to feel about it, ya' know?" amir admitted with a shrug. he finally looked at the other man again, but there was a vulnerability which brought a sheepish shadow to his tumultuous gaze.

we've shown he is pensive with a wandering eye and that he's a little uncomfortable with his nervous tick of tapping. the next step is to consider the inner workings of their PoV. what does the scene itself call for them to be doing and thinking between lines? what does the emotion and tension of the scene—or even the comfort and familiarity of it—reflect inside them?

"you don't have to know right now," malik pointed out. he lifted his hands from where they had rested on the surface of the table to turn his palms outward, leaning in closer. "it's okay not to know." they held one another's gaze for a silent moment. amir's lips pressed together and he swallowed down the lump which had formed in his throat. he was not an emotional man. he had always prided himself on his restraint. but it was all beginning to be too much and the empathy in his friend's eyes was only another weight upon his already bowed shoulders. "...maybe you're right," he mumbled thoughtfully.

here we have shown his friend's gesture, adding more presence to the environment around them. and then we have given a little space for the character to feel. we have given a little information about who he is, or at least how he thinks about himself. by bringing his eyes back to his companion we have shown he is opening up, he is actually leaning into the intimacy of comfort and listening. but the mumble shows he is still not confident in admitting the need for help. it shows he has not even accepted fully the grace he's being given.

it isn't just what a character is saying, it's how they're saying it. it's how they're carrying themselves. it's how they're receiving the other characters' words. and showing how they're carrying themselves along with their inner feelings will also help show what is driving their dialogue. it will create a contrast if they're not being a reliable narrator, if they're contradicting or if they're withholding etc.

taking time and being patient with yourself to expound upon these things and to develop your character will make them more real. the more you practice and get to know them, the more instinctive and natural it will become!

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writteninlunarlight-years · 9 months ago

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Poet on the Broadcast

This is another one based on a song; it's a more sappier side of Alastor. It was also written for a close friend, @willowaudreykeyes. They gave me this bittersweet idea in an RP that we are working on. I hope you all enjoy it! Song: Rule#46 - Poet By Fish Inside a Bird Cage

TW: AFAB Reader, death, self sabotage, hallucinations, poor living experiences, violence, Hurt-> Comfort

Time was a cruel mistress indeed, an unrelenting thief that snatched away the very things we hold most dear. With every tick of the clock, she mercilessly stripped us of youth, laughter, and loved ones, leaving only echoes in her wake.

You were no exception. You bore witness to Alastor's fall—the haunting shadow of his demise forever etched in your memory. The freezing winds whipped through the snowy woods as you ran, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. Hounds barked, their growls reverberating through the trees, a sinister chorus to the chaos all around you. Gunshots rang out like thunder, each a heavy reminder of the danger that lurked just behind you. Every breath felt like a precious treasure, stolen not just from you, but from the man you loved, who had been a light in your dreary life.

Time granted you fleeting moments of respite, allowing you to catch your breath as you evaded the hounds as your partner wished in his dying breaths. Yet, it also forced you to confront the harsh reality of survival, time and again brushing against death for the sins of your beloved. For the enemies he created and formed in the years he stood by your side.

You lived a modest life, flitting between the opulence of high society and the grit of the streets. Each day was a delicate dance, a balancing act between the world of privilege and the shadows of hardship. But with every birthday that passed, a bittersweet yearning filled your heart—a longing to reunite with Alastor.

Then, just as that desire reached its peak, you closed your eyes letting time take you to the great unknown with the man you lost years ago. Except time no she is a cruel mistress indeed. You were awoken in a different body, younger, in a time that felt both foreign and familiar.

How cruel is time, to gift you this love only to rip it from your grasp again and again? How many lifetimes must you endure, each one marked by the haunting memory of him, always just out of reach?

In this second life, you became a PhD student, a mind lost in the pursuit of knowledge, but also a vigilante in the shadows of the city, fighting for those who had no voice. Yet, the memory of your beloved Alastor lingered, a ghostly echo of a man who was both psychotic and completely yours.

As the years drifted by in this new existence, the lines between memory and imagination began to blur. Why had you been granted this second chance? Was it a blessing or a cruel curse? Was the vision of Alastor beside you, whispered in the dark, merely a figment of a child’s imagination, a way to escape the unrelenting horrors of your reality?

As your birthday came and went once more, a darker fate awaited you. You found yourself thrust into a hellish red landscape, a cruel irony considering you had committed no sins. Roaming the streets of this infernal realm, you quickly adapted, your years spent fighting alongside Alastor sharpening your instincts, allowing you to rise swiftly within the ranks of hell.

Then, four years into your torment, you heard a broadcast that sent shivers down your spine. The Vee's were in an uproar, and you felt an inexplicable pull to the source of their distress. You tuned in, and the voice that emerged from the static struck a chord deep within you. It was a voice you had longed for, a melodic tune you remembered all too well—a voice that transported you back two lifetimes ago, when you would sit by the window at dusk, eagerly awaiting his return.

Could it be? That past life, once dismissed as mere fantasy, began to feel so so close to real. The stories he spun during that late-night special were ones only you knew the other half of, secrets woven into the fabric of your shared existence that you feared were long forgotten to time.

With your heart racing, you began to search for him, following the trail of his voice to a hotel for Hazbins seeking redemption. There, amid a myriad of misfits longing for a second chance, was a figure that made your heart leap—a deer demon who looked so painfully familiar yet foreign, a man shaped by the passage of time.

What is time, if not a relentless force that dulls the senses yet sharpens the soul? It is a cruel teacher, reminding us that every moment counts, that love, once lost, can sometimes be found again.

Driven by hope, you joined the redemption program, longing to get close to the man who resembled the Alastor of your memories. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and as a year slipped by, you found the courage to ask him the question that hung in the air like an unspoken promise.

“Are you Alastor, from New Orleans, 1920s, engaged to Y/N?” The question trembled on your lips, heavy with anticipation. You braced yourself for the lash out, for the fierce anger that had always danced in his eyes.

It was the very fire that had once ignited your passion and fear alike. But instead of a storm, you were met with a soft, bewildered stare. The smile that tugged at his lips was both awe-inspiring and heart-wrenching.

“How do you know about Y/N? Answer wisely, or your screams will be broadcast next for all of hell to hear.” His voice was low, edged with disbelief, and for a moment, the deer demon seemed almost vulnerable—a rarity in any world you knew him in.

“I am Y/N…” Your voice quivered, a fragile thread of conviction woven with longing. You hoped he could see the truth in your eyes, but as his expression morphed from shock to confusion and then to a flicker of spite, you understood that time was still playing its cruel game.

“No, no, you aren’t! Otherwise, you would have found me ages ago!” He stalked over to you grabbing yout collar. He growled in frustration and his grip tightened around your throat, lifting you to eye level, his horns casting ominous shadows. “How dare you pretend to be her? Who told you about that part of my past? Who do you know?”

Steadying your breath, you summoned every cherished memory, every detail only you could recall. The words poured from your honey-coated lips like a sweet symphony, and as he slowly let you down, a fond smile broke across both your faces.

“Lastly, you thought it blasphemous that I would put ice, honey, and lemon in my tea when you made it for me, telling me I might as well not be drinking it anyway.” As you spoke, the memory unfolded like a picture book bare before you, and before you knew it, he had pulled you into a tight lasting embrace.

Was this it? Had time finally allowed you to win? Had you endured enough in this limbo of two unfair lives? This embrace realigned everything that had felt lost for so long, a warmth spreading through your very being.

“I waited for you! I waited for years—ninety long years, my dear!” His voice trembled with emotion as he produced a collection of scripts, each one a fragment of his past, a thread leading back to you. Stories from the early days to the most recent broadcasts, all crafted to help you find him.

“I’m sorry it took so long, Ali… I truly apologize. I would wait a million years to stand beside you. But I am not who I once was. I am broken, scared, and changed by the lives I’ve lived. Would you really want that beside you?” Insecurities threatened to seep into your resolve, but the deeper you delved into the truth of your rough pasts, the more you realized how time had shaped you both.

He looked at you, confusion etched on his face, and then he laughed—a sound free of static, pure and unfiltered. Gently, he pulled you closer, his sigh a whisper of shared pain and understanding.

“You are stronger than you know. When you’re ready to let that strength show, let me guide you. You have every right to be scared; I have walked those same shadowed paths myself. When you’re ready to let go, I will be right here. I will always wait for you.”

At his words, tears welled in your eyes, a torrent of emotions spilling forth. No matter the hardships time had imposed or the years spent apart, you recognized that this love spanned lifetimes—enduring, unwavering. If he was willing to wait for you, then you would fight for him, heart and soul, against the cruelty of time.

Thank you for the support, my Moons~

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clus444 · 11 months ago

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John Price vs H.O.A? More like H.O.E

The first part is the same as the snippet, and there will be an indication (RP) that the repeat part is done, but I recommend reading all of it. fair warning this is long to me.

Warning: Mature content, Despcritive words,

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John Price is a lot of things.

He is a captain of the 141. He's the man that people rely on to get home. Especially three men in particular. He has to be four steps ahead while you're at one. Not only are lives in his hands, blood, that cakes on his skin for however long it takes for them to evacuate. Every move he makes is calculated, not only for himself but for his team.

He is a friend when his boy's pride is too high to go to anyone else for help. They need someone to talk to but how can they when the aftermath of a mission is too much. He's the tough love, words of encouragement, or hell even drinks, whatever it takes to help them get up the next day. In some cases fight.

He is a husband to Y/n Price. He is her protector even when he's away. Call it obsessive but he'll be damned before his woman is left astray. But to focus more so on when he's home...Since the beginning of their relationship, he finds it easier to sleep with her around.

Whether he wraps her up in his arms to pass his warmth to her, as he knows his wife gets cold, or when she wraps him up when the world is too loud. Those were the days when the ringing was non-stop and he couldn't bear to get up. Though those were rare she still forced him to cut back on smoking.

He always thanks her when his body's personal alarm clock wakes him up before her. Like clockwork, John gets up at the ass crack of dawn. He takes that time to get important business matters out the way. But when the sun rises a light blue starts taking over as a sign for the rest of the world to wake up.

He slides the covers off you and pauses his movements as you shiver from the cold. He notices your nipples tense as a reaction as well. He licks his lips like a hungry beast looking at his prey. He takes the straps of your silk nightgown and slides them down to reveal your breasts. He leans down and lightly pecks both nipples. Soft whimpers come out of her mouth.

John pushes his tongue out and he circles his tongue around the pebble. He takes his left hand and circles his pointer finger around her other pebble before, lightly squeezing. He pushes himself away and makes his way down to her wet cavern. He slides the dress completely off and my god was it slow. His patience is on a thin line with it.

He opens her legs and takes a whiff. It sends tingles from his head down to his dick. He rolls his tongue out to let spit that piled up roll off his tongue and dribble down to her folds. Not a moment later he goes in for the kill. He laps at your clit like no tomorrow and you jolt awake," F-Fuck!"

Let's come back to the main point of this.

John Price is a lot of things, but someone's bitch?

I think the fuck not.

(RP)

Imagine this... John is pulling up in his drive-through after a tiring day of training recruits. It seems this batch of 'em are as hard-headed as they come. Between sticking their nose and sometimes dick in things they shouldn't (Quite literally), and trying to find loopholes in any and everything.

He sighs as he turns off the car and leans back in his seat. He closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face. Soft lines on his face show the hard work and dedication he's put forth to his job. At the very least his job has granted him a week off.

He's gonna use that time to bury himself into forgotten hobbies and maybe his sweet juicy wife if she's feeling up to it. He grunts and hauls himself out of his truck. John landed on his feet with a soft thud. As he's walking up his pavement to his door he sees a white paper taped to it. He takes a second to survey his surroundings, trying to find anything suspicious. He runs through different scenarios in his head.

He sure as shit pays his bills on time so his pretty wife can have a roof over her head. All loose ends were tied and cut off from his previous mission but god help anyone that tries to reattach. He walks closer to his door, inspecting it cautiously. Call him paranoid but when you make as many enemies as him, he's sure they wouldn't go above lacing the paper.

Red lettering that read ' H.O.A' catches his attention. He grasps the paper, slightly crumbling it as he opens it.

H.O.A of Shefield.

8/6/24 Type of complaint: Written Warning/ fined

We regret to inform you that we will be charging you for 3 violations that you or someone in your household have been found guilty of.

$100- Not using the H.O.A garbage disposal that we kindly provide.

$75- Excessive amount of cars in the driveway/Lots of guest.

$50- Grass is the embodiment of needs help.

Total: $225

Any questions or concerns please make a report and leave it at the committee office.

Now john wasn't a sensitive man. He didn't cry when watching the boy in the striped pajamas, hell! He doesn't even get mad when the protagonist does something stupid in a horror movie. But like stated before John is a protective man especially when it comes to his wife.

How was this person who wrote this supposed to know that, and that his wife cut the grass for him as a way to give him a break. When he found out, he nearly had a heart attack and spanked that attitude right out of her (All in good fun). It feels like his whole body has taken offense to this paper.

But honestly, 225 dollars is nothing to John. It was more of the fact that this H.O.A. person had the nerve to want to make his family their new victims. Johns heard talk of the power-tripping H.O.As that were newly elected in office. His wife even had a run-in with them and he had almost given them a piece of his mind then and there. But his oh-so-lovely wife always wanted to be the peacemaker. He knew that this bud should have been cut the first time.

But you know what they say... Happy wife, Happy life.

John grumbles as he heads inside and looks for his wifey. His footsteps are heavier than before as he finally spots her. "John? What wrong-," He walks closer to her and picks her up to take her to the bedroom. When she lands she uses her elbows to hold herself up. She sees the wild look that takes over his features. She bites her lip.

He grabs the end of his shirt and yanks it off before quickly disposing of his pants, leaving him in his boxers. "That oll of this off," He gives her a hard look as he yanks her down by her legs. She takes care of her clothes as fast as she can but I guess she was too slow because in the end, he ends up tearing her panties off.

He palms himself as he looks over her bare body. Her soft, plushy thighs stay raised and open. " John-" he slaps the fat of her cheek and she shrieks.

"Did I say speak," He questions leaning down and she quickly shakes her head no. He raises a brow as if daring her to defy. He'd be lying if he said he hoped so but knew his good girl wouldn't. John runs his pointer finger through her folds. Feeling her slick on his finger as he plays with her a little, she lets out a moan. " I see you did as I asked," He starts fingering her with two fingers," Stretched yourself out for me, huh?" Her muscles tense as she responds, "Y-yes Captain."

He stops and brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them. Her mouth parts as she watches him, she puts her hand over her breasts and squeezes. Her nipples tingle and she pinches them to keep the feeling going. He slides his boxers down and pumps his cock. Spreading the precum to slicken him up, she feels her hole clench as she watches him.

Her walls moisten up more to prepare for the beating she knows her pussy is about to take. She can already feel the delicious and painful stretch which causes her to get more excited. He takes his tip and moves it against her clit a few times before pushing in. She feels the air gets punched out of her as John tries to pushes his way through. He grunts at the feel of her gripping him like a vice. " Let... Me... In"His words match his long and deep strokes as he tries to fit more.

It sometimes amazes her that even with all the natural lube they both produce she still has a hard time taking it sometimes. With no patience to wait, John circles her clit with his thumb as he pounds at her pussy.

*pat pat pat pat*

The bed rocks from the strength of John's thrust. Y/n cries out as her back arches, her toes tightly curl and her nails dig into his back. "Captain," she moans as it feels like John's harsh thrust is digging for gold. He grunts and groans as he starts moving to hit the spongy spot that makes her see stars. "oo ooo oooo," her breath comes out in pants as she throws her head back.

"W- why are youuu... f-fucking me l-like thissss," y/n tries to get out as coherently as she can. John grins as he fills her tighten around him. A couple moans slip past here and there as his balls begin to tighten.

He puts her into a deeper mating press. Her hands are around the backs of her knees and her ankles land where her ears are. Their moans and grunts become tangled as one as he fucks her. " They have the audacity," He stops to thrust into her deeper," to make fun of my wife," He says it like he cant believe it even as the words come out.

He pulls out and quickly manhandles her onto her stomach. He pins her hips to the bed and grabs his cock to slide it back into her. Her moans sound like music to his ears. He lifts a leg onto the bed to fuck at a better angle. " Whoooo," she whines out as her hole clenches again. The pressure quickly built up in her lower abdomen.

" The fucking H.O.As! I'll show them the embodiment of needs help," He grunts as he takes them closer to the edge. His head leans back as he gets lost in her pussy.

" Fuck! Captain, Im comingggg, please, please," She begins begging. He speeds up and her hand goes to her clit to draw herself closer.

*pat pat pat pat pat*

Y/n cums first and the hand that was gripping John's back draws his blood. He lets out a couple more grunts before releasing and pushing all the way forward to plug his wife. They breathe heavily in unison and Y/n can swear that her body is floating. She starts fighting to close her eyes as a wave of fatigue washes over her. She holds tight onto John as he moves to start his aftercare," Stay please."

He nods and kisses her before laying on her chest and plotting against the H.O.As. He doesn't care how crazy it is. They think they can run people with their fines and threats that scare others. But he's seen true terror. Things that regular people would try to get him sent to the loony bin for. He's been up close and personal with the things children would call monsters and adults would call murderers.

To others, it may be fines and words on paper about his grass, the garbage disposal, and guess parking. But to him it's so much more. His wife rightfully chose another garbage company because they care about the environment and won't just dump it anywhere. His wife needs her friends because it can get quite lonely and who are they to isolate her! His wife, although warned to not do it again, tried her best to take care of his chores on the week that he failed to do so. Plus he'll be damned if he employed another man to take his job.

So yes, maybe it wasn't a big deal to others but John always hated those who abused their power. He had no problem telling people to fuck off and mind theirs.

So if I had to add to the list of things john is and ask his wife to weigh in.

It would be that John fucking price is crazy.

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How good did I just cook right now?

anywayssss hope you enjoy!!! I honestly couldn;t stop thinking about writing this i had so much fun.

Requests are now open!

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#x black reader #x reader #cod #cod x reader #captain john price #john price smut #smut #If i do make other parts its gonna be sooo fun lol #minors dni #john price x reader #tf 141 #task force 141

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notasimpx2 · 5 months ago

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open rp!

tw: a bit of blood, nothing that bad I promise

Jazmine was just sitting in her office at the White House. She spun around in her chair, tiredness and pain etched into her face. She hadn’t been sleeping lately; new threats were coming in more and more. Fresh bruises and cuts were on her face, arms, and ankles where her sweatpants rolled up a bit. She wiped away some blood from her cheek, groaning when she saw more blood bubbling up from yet another cut.

Steam rose from a cup of tea on her desk, nearly spilling as Jazmine stopped spinning in her chair abruptly. She glanced up at a clock, frowning when she saw she had a few more hours of work left. She then flopped her head down on her arms, her ginger hair framing her head.

Jazmine perked her head up at the sound of footsteps, her mismatched eyes flickering around before she glanced at you, walking through her door.

“I swear, if this is another threat or a training session with the recruits, I’m jumping out the window.”

Tags! @goddess-of-birds @strangeofficial @official-buckybarnes @we-love-redwing @the-best-black-widow @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @loganschuchuzinho or @loganchuchuzinho

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izzyfishie · 4 months ago

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I need junofficer content pls 🙏 anything, headcanons, rant, one sentence, I'm desperate

HELLOO yes hi i am here to deliver!! i love this ship its lowkey become my third favorite ship 🫰

SOME JUNOFFICER HEADCANONS:

-jun-ho in general is a lot more touchy when he gets sleepy, to which the officer doesn’t mind.

-on the clock the officer is very serious about his job and hates any kind of failure (especially on his end; he doesn’t want to let the boss down) but jun-ho doesn’t expect anything from him. just being around him makes him happy.

-officer is definitely more trusting than jun-ho; on the other hand jun-ho suffers from trust issues that have developed over the course of the last couple years. officer tries his best to relieve this from him, but can’t help but worry that he isn’t doing enough.

-similarly to the rp, the officer took a while to say i love you back to jun-ho, mainly because he was worried.

-in-ho was skeptical of them being together at first but later accepted it

-also i hc the officer’s name to be kim min-sang!

tbh, i like this ship because (at least in my opinion) the officer is very diligent and caring about his work, and i feel like in everything he does there’s a sort of.. genuine effort to it? and i think the same could be said about jun-ho and the officer together.

#squid game #squid game 2 #junofficer #hwang jun ho #masked officer #kim min sang #<- my own hc for his name #squizzy rambles #squizzy hcs #answered asks

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pupstim · 2 years ago

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KKKKKKNO But Actually this is really big for Badboyhalo. Badboyhalo moving into Leo's room and then Doubling down??? Something that Like this is some big consequences Like... UGH Just Bad Usually NEVER touches an egg's room, he never moves in or messes with an Egg's room. He'll place more stuff but also tries to keep things in order and just... I feel like with this of Badboyhalo moving into LEO's room is really showcasing just HOW much he's hurting and how thin his sanity is getting and just how close he is from snapping entirely. And usually if you pester him one or two times he'll laugh and put things back to normal but he's doubling down...

Like him Telling Baghera that hurting herself won't do anything and instead she should lash out and burn something of Foolish's down, He's getting so violent and so MEAN, there's still bits and spots of him from before the eggs were taken but hes just... so different and so so mean now. This is not neg on his character at all I actually this is SO FUCKING gOOD It's like... It's the little things of his character, the little threats and acts of violence, not being as helpful to people, pulling some pranks that kill a lot or hurt people or do significant damage to the landscape.

There's a lot of people talking about how Bad sounds now as well, and they're so correct, the first couple of days before acceptance he was so monotone and quiet and just sounded miserable. and now a few days after while he's torturing the worker and working on the soulsteal potion and looking like he's either getting corrupted or getting torn up and he sounds manic and just i dunno I feel like we're on a rollercoaster, getting right to the top and we're looking at the drop just a good push about to go over and get that thrill.

Just... I love Bad's storytelling so much, he's been slowly ramping up his instability and urges for violence along with his changes in his skin. It's all deliberate and it's so subtle that those not with him constantly wouldn't really recognize it! Even now I'm kinda wondering if maybe I'm reading too much into it but I just feel like BBH becoming more violent is not an accident and all his actions are quite deliberate with the lore drips. He's so good at RP...

AND Him telling but not telling Foolish and Baghera some of the TWO people who know him the most besides maybe Etoiles and Forever. He's basically telling them but not telling them about the Federation worker in his basement and I think Baghera instantly clocks that he's done something BAD But she also trusts him and I think that's because she's only been around Bad for a few days so she doesn't know how bad he's gotten and she's going through her own lore and stuff with the Federation.

He is just cooking up something so good with this and I AM STILL NOT OVER ACCEPTANCE. He probably knew this was something that was going to happen, or that some negative consequence was going to happen. He knew that he'd either hurt himself or the other islanders or probably both and he STILL chose to do this. These consequences are not accidental or something q!bbh didn't think of he probably knew something like this would happen and he's still accepting that as the price to pay to get his kids back. Just... He's literally going to burn down the whole island for those kids and I am so fucking excited to see it.

#qsmp #q!badboyhalo #character analysis #sorry i went off just because...#him not caring what foolish said abt leo's room #it hit hard #cc!bbh you beautiful cc you got such a good character

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wakeuppizzaboy · 13 days ago

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Telamon staggers over, cloak clutched around himself like a lifeline, leaning against the doorframe for support. He takes a moment longer to start speaking than he usually does- never the type to wait to talk.

"Elliot. Are you, maybe, busy? Telamon needs help- NOT URGENT."

...that feels like it just might be a lie.

-@t3lam0n (hai honeyyyy)

Elliot, who was briefly dozing off by the fireplace, jolted at the sudden voice in the doorway. Hesitantly, he turned his head, squinting at the huddled form of Telamon and then getting up from his chair. From the looks of things, whatever Telamon needed help with was 100% urgent— as per usual, though, the idiot was probably too proud to admit it. “If it isn’t the golden man of the hour.” He began, weakly doing jazz hands before continuing, “…But, no, I’m not busy. What do you need, Telamon?” He asked, eyes glancing around the man in an attempt to spot any obvious wounds or other injuries.

#delivery! (ask)#working around the clock (rp)#ooc tags ->#haihai loooove!!!#im having fun and playnig

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cpogbur · 1 month ago

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You said quirkyduo roleplay and I sleeper agent activated. No one talks about them they’re my Roman Empire. If you guys are comfortable can you info dump this to me /nf

OH MY GODS YES. YES. HI. I LOVE EXCUSES TO TALK ABOUT THIS RP AHGJK

(also holy fuck hi hello??? one of my favourite dsmp bloggers in my inbox whaT okay be cool be cool be chill)

ahem

so. so. so. right. so

(i'm sorry in advance for how long this ended up ToT i got excited)

this rp takes place in mooooostly canon dsmp, not long after Ranboo perished

in this instance, i play tubbo (i also play quackity dream and yogurt but they're not RELEVANT so we dont need to worry about them)

we've only managed to get one solid quirkyduo scene in thus far so i'll ramblke about that, but i also have our Plans that i can ramble about (i'll intersperse some screenshots of them too!)

so Revivebur is wandering the fuck around las nevadas, as one does, lurking and being a general fucking menace, as one does. enter Revivebur into the Tubburger joint

Tubbo tries really very hard actually to ignore him because "prime damnit i actually do need to talk to him but i dont WANNA" but eventually realizes this place is dead enough that he is GOing to have to

at this point, Wilbur doesn't, uh. he doesn't actually know that Ranboo is dead-

he's been busy carting children around to see Phil and trying to avoid his problems (Quackity) and everyone else is trying very hard to avoid him because he tends to bring problems wherever he goes, so he's not managed to catch wind of this news just yet

Tubbo, of course, is grieving. he's grieving hard. he doesn't really want to talk to his old boss or his husband's old.. boss, or whatever Wilbur had been to them. nor does he want to think about Ranboo right now. I mean, he's literally working to avoid thinking, c'mon Wilbur why do you have to ruin his plans like this

well, shit. Tubbo, you really are awful at hiding things. at least, you're awful at hiding this thing. now Wilbur KNOWs he is AWARE something is wrong, now you gotta talk about it

well. hm. now that's out of the bag, huh. good job, tubbo, look at you talking about your shit. great job keeping a cool head. there's absolutely nothing concerning about your demeanour right now

oh, did i ever mention what it actually is that tubbo needs to talk to wilbur about? we'll come back to that. you (the reader) can find out whenever wilbur does!

so the information is out now that ranboo is Fucking Dead, great! how does Wilbur react?

"i'm on the clock" is SUCH an excuse that he pulled out of his ass to avoid listening to wilbur. tubbo so does not want to talk to this guy right now. he's dodging the conversation SO hard

gods. oh my GODS am i normal about this section. tubbo listening so immediately to wilbur after all this time. all it took was the barest hint of the tone his old general used to take, and... obeying orders like the soldier he never stopped being

oh. a few things that are proooobably worth mentioning and may be confusing you (the reader)

my headcanons of tubbo are very involved in this rp, hence the swappage between he/him and they/them, because in this instance they are a he/they lad. ALSO about tubbo, he has a slight stutter in this portrayal due to. uh. nerve damage or something from the explosions. i haven't fleshed it out super far but yeah he does canonically have fine motor issues and also a stutter due to That

also, Wilbur got shot. long story, but the injury that's passively mentioned a few times in these screenshots is. that. he's healing fine, he'll be fine, but that did happen

prime above i need sleep. ANYWAY. back to the rambling!

two things. one: OW. i hurt my own emotions with this one. "the world doesn't stop for one man. even if tubbo's world did" hnhhhnhn yep im fine im good im normal about beeduo

alsoooo tubbo taking that passive wording? he KNOWS ranboo was killed. he knows it wasn't an accident. he's just not saying it "that Ranboo had been- ahem. Had died. That's it." AVOIDANCE. AVOIDING. AVOIDINGGGGG

the screenshots are gonna get a tiiiiiny bit less frequent from here on out because if i don't stop screenshotting literally Everything we're never going to get anywhere. there's still so much more Scene to get through before i'm done rambling about this

(however, if you (the reader) or anyone really would like to see the actual full scene without being cut up like it is for this post, i can see about posting full screenshots of it)

so, Wilbur does a little bit of pressing here to try to get Tubbo to Talk About His Issues. this doesn't... really work. he asks why the fuck Tubbo isn't on grief leave if he's grieving, Tubbo dodges the question, and he in fact dodges the question SO hard that he gets back to the original point, which is Michael

oh yeah, Michael is VERY relevant to this scene, did i mention that? yeah :D

gods im so normal about this duo. MOVING ON

Wilbur ends up Deciding that Tubbo is done working for tonight whether he likes it or not. a few threats later, they're in the back of the restaurant so Tubbo can close up shop properly

so, they go to the back of the restaurant, and Tubbo goes about closing up shop. cleaning the machines, etc etc

we do have a briiiiief mention of Quackity's.... cannibalism... thing.... but it gets glossed over pretty quickly because Tubbo doesn't actually know much about that. if he actually doesn't know he can't answer Wilbur's questions

so the question still stands : why does Tubbo need to talk to Wilbur?

well, the answer to that is that Wilbur knows piglins. his brother is a piglin, i mean, i would certainly hope he knows piglins

so Tubbo has questions. because damn it, he is not going to be a shitty parent to his son, not after he just lost a father, not after they just lost a third of their family. he'll be damned if he doesn't learn how to be a good parent to this boy. he's been trying his best, yeah, but fuuuuck this whole parenting thing is hard. especially because he is literally 17

did i mention that Tubbo is still a child?

my partner is now bullying me as i write this post for how long this post is getting

oh prime it's over 1000 words. okay. i should wrap this up. he's right to be bullying me

ANYWAY. Tubbo has questions. Wilbur also has questions, actually

ah. and then we get to this

Tubbo is fucking TIRED, dude. also, Wilbur figured out that Ranboo was Killed and didn't just Die. so much for hiding that, good job Tubbo

but yeah

Wilbur asks a couple questions about Michael, his habits, all that jazz. Tubbo answers them and also has a mini crisis about terminology ("zombie" is kiiiiinda an outdated term in this lore. its more of a curse? Tubbo has a Moment (haha tubbo moment) about if its a slur. its not)

eventually, they end up deciding that it would be best for Wilbur to come visit Tubbo and Michael for a few days, get a feel for Michael's mannerisms and learn how Tubbo has been parenting so he can give some pointers

we're LEARNING. TUBBO IS LEARNING. he's actually very excited about this and by the way he has been bopping Michael so much ever since learning this. he didn't KNOW, man

the scene doesn't actually have that much else for me to ramble about? they plan properly for Wilbur to visit, and... now we're waiting!

unfortunately this is the only actual scene i've got to ramble at you about. Wilbur has been busy doing whatever Wilbur does, and Tubbo is... actually, Tubbo's in the prison right now-

that's a long story. that would be another post if we got into that one. he's FINE he's not imprisoned, he's visiting, but. yknow

but yeah!!!! that's my quirkyduo nonsense, i'm so sorry for how long this post got dear gods. hopefully you got your fill of infodumping though! i'm almost always happy to ramble about this roleplay honestly, so if there are anymore questions PLEASE feel free to send em my way, i love talking about my writing and most of my writing atp is for this roleplay

thank you for the ask :D

i hope this response was even remotely coherent, i've read this scene so many times i'm not actually sure how easy or difficult this was to follow

#i spent almost an hour working on this post oh prime #i have deadass been working on it since this ask came through #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp roleplay #i'm not gonna tag this too heavily but there'll be some #organizey tags as usual >#stuff and nonsense ramblings etc #cubic nonsense #box of cards

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severedfromthesource · 10 months ago

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Long time lurker, on and off contributor to the resus community. Most likely will focus on writing and reblogging stuff I like. Also bashing AI "art" if you use image generators or chatgpt writes for you I don't like you.

He/Him. My work will likely waffle back and forth between M/F, M/M, F/F, and probably putting my fandom blorbos into cardiac arrest.

Not looking to meet up or for RP with randos (if we’re friends maybe)

Focusing on dark cardiophilia and resus, super not into underage characters or actual resus so please keep it to yourself. Also not looking to trade videos, if you can afford to support creators you should.

See you guys around 🫡

Stories I’ve written under the cut

My writing for your perusal ya filthy animal

Weightless (M/M suffocation+ resus) 🛰️ Yui and Cohl are exploring an abandoned space station when Yui’s suit has an oxygen malfunction. Cohl has to resuscitate him in zero g.

Vampire’s Kiss (F/F NSFW resus) ��‍♀️

Catarina and Angelique play a game- the vampire stops her heart and has her way with her while bringing her back.

Vampire’s Gift (F/M NSFW resus 🎁 )

Angelique grabs an unsuspecting human to let Catarina play with and be the hero for once, resuscitating a perfumer who’s caught her eye.

Brush With An Angel (F/F drowning+hip lift rescue breathing+resus+victim POV) 🧛🏊

Catarina has grown tired of life and decided to try and end it all. Instead she gets brought back by a mysterious bystander who shows her something that might be worth living for. (Prequel)

Heart of the Forge (M/M stething+seizure+resus) 🚂

The world is unsafe everywhere but the train the Pennydurren, and it’s up to Adam to keep it running. As a Forge, his heart powers the train, and Tav, his Keeper, makes sure his heart stays in order. But when an uprising threatens Adam’s life and the entirety of the train, Tav has to save him and everyone else onboard.

The Ghoul and the Lone Wanderer (F/M aspirating+resus) 🧟‍♂️

Cooper’s bounty has too much to drink during her spiral after leaving the Vault- he has to get her breathing again, and maybe reignite his own wounded heart in the process.

Roles Reversed (F/F drowning + mildly NSFW resus) 👸🗡️

Dyonisia is sworn to protect Princess Euphemia. But when she takes a tumble into a freezing river, it's the good hearted Princess who has to save her.

Bite Back (F/M zombie bite+seizure+resus) 🧠🧟

Elijah is an EMT during a zombie outbreak, trying to keep his girlfriend Luffy alive. Or at least stop her from staying undead. When she ends up infecting him as well, his partner Jonas is running against the clock to save them both.

Androids and Electric Sheep (F/M NSFW+stething+resus+NSFW resus) 🤖🫀

Ren is a "comfort" android, coming in for a routine checkup and to get help for the unusual bug she's experiencing- whenever a client finishes inside her, her aether pump goes haywire. The only way to test this theory is, well... testing it.

A Warlord's Duty 🧌🫄🏻 (F/M/M+pregnancy+resus)

Splitter's newest captive is a pregnant elf with a bad heart. When she goes into cardiac arrest, it's up to the warlord and the slave's mate to save her and her child both.

A Warlord’s Warmth (F/M/M+pregnancy+bradycardia+NSFW+lactation)

Cira’s heart is beating too slowly due to the winter weather. Splitter and Zulin have to keep it beating, and maybe find ways to keep them all warm…

#resus community

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theamityelf · 11 months ago

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I was thinking about your Mini's au while I was making som fanart if it and I was wondering how UDG/V3 would be able to work with the concept.

I'm totally sure with Udg with V3 minis (that just seems like...not great lol) However V3 with UDG characters seem a little more fun and can we could get more creative with it instead of having just either THH or GBD as their mini senpais (although it's kinda funny to think about there being a DOUBLE amount of senpais to take care of.)

Theres kind of a lot of ways we can go with this. We could just have the main characters (WOH, Komaru and Toko) and only them. Which could result in the pairing (or more) of the V3 characters to take care of 1 of the 7 minis. (I'd say Shuichi and Kaede take care of Komaru because it's adorable. Imagine Shuichi with 2 very energetic enthusiastic girls. He'd die + Naehara maybe who knows ooooooh~)

But we could also go the route of including other characters from the game such as Yuta, Taichi, Hiroko, Izuru perchance, and even Shiro and Kuro Kumas. Add in Byakuya for some spice That would bumb us up from 7 to 11 ( bears cause I'm not totally down for it. And izu could be done differently) It makes pairs easier to divide!!

For more fun we could include Hajime and Makoto from the demo!! It evens out the characters much well and they could accompany Kaede as they did in the demo but now we have a Protag squad (yaaaaay) Additionally it allows for some good sibling bonding for Makoto and Komaru!

I was imaging that for Trial 1 they disappear halfway and nobody would be able to find them afterwards (referencing the end of the demo because it just cuts off mid trial) which adds some drama for the V3 students that were assigned to them. In a similar light, Hajime and Izuru switch places mid trial and Makoto is still nowhere to be found. Allows us to include all UDG characters present and even more issues!!

For the pairings it would be hard to say but I'm working on a chart at the moment and if interested I'll totally share it in the next ask! (I work better with charts it's unfortunate 😞)

I dunno hehe, It's really a 4 am idea it might not be coherent lmao but I had fun writing this out. Thanks for letting me get my ideas out lol, I hope you enjoy reading this!

(Btdubs I'm still working on that mini rp server, I'll get back to you when it's up and running >:D)

(Awesome!!! So exciting!!)

(Mini Classmates AU Masterlist)

I really, really like the idea of the V3 cast having to pair up to care for Mini UDG cast. I would definitely love to see your chart, if you do make one. Right now, my thoughts are:

Komaru, Toko, the Warriors of Hope, and Yuta makes eight minis for the sixteen participants.

Kaede and Shuichi can share custody of Komaru, like you said. That works great, for the reasons you said.

Himiko and Tenko can maybe share custody of Yuta, because that would be challenging for both of them for different reasons, and I find that kinda funny. They would have to adjust in cute ways. Himiko is exhausted just watching him, but he fully buys into her magic stuff, and she becomes amenable to being more active.

Kokichi and Kiibo share custody of Monaca, but Kokichi is too un-trusting to actually share custody. (The rules are still that you die if the mini you're caring for dies.) This means that, if all else goes the same (which it of course probably wouldn't), then Kiibo wouldn't be around Monaca almost at all until Chapter 5, and then he loses his antenna. Monaca would understand the significance of the antenna so quickly. Honestly, she probably clocked it long before he even lost the antenna, and she mentioned it to Kokichi early on.

(I thought about having Kokichi paired up with Gonta, but I think not doing that shows off how special it is that Kokichi trusted Gonta with some of his plans.)

Kirumi and Maki share custody of Kotoko. It would be mostly Kirumi at first, but it would bring out a very cute side of Maki.

I'm torn between having Kaito and Angie share Masaru and having Korekiyo and Angie share Jataro. But I already have a fic for Kiyo, Angie, and Jataro, so actually maybe Rantaro and Angie could share custody of Jataro. They would be so supportive and patient.

Korekiyo and Gonta share custody of Toko. Because bugs and serial killers and the arts; it just feels like it would be a cool match in a lot of ways. Toko sits on top of Gonta's bug catcher. Also, Gonta casually picks up Toko's author vocabulary. Also also, I like the idea of these three spending time together.

Kaito and Miu share custody of Masaru? They would get so parental about it so quickly. Like, they would genuinely talk to each other like divorced parents. "Has he eaten?" "You're giving him a lot of screen time." Miu has a clear willingness to be maternal at the drop of a hat, and Kaito would match Masaru's high energy and need for attention really well.

Tsumugi and Ryoma share Nagisa? Ryoma having someone to care for would be a big deal for him, and the shared mental illness would be out of this world. Tsumugi might craft a tiny Nagisa Shiota cosplay.

Again, these are just the initial brainstorm matchups, lol.

But having the participants share a mini-person goes well with the rule where two people can survive together in this one (and also maybe parallels the Monokuma-and-Monokubs dynamic, but I digress). Plus it allows the potential for drama, because it seems like it would be a no-brainer that, if you were to survive with one person, it would be the person you share a mini with, but some characters feel differently.

Maybe Kirumi is the one who cares for any minis who lose both caretakers (if that ever happens).

And maybe part of Angie's new rules, once the student council stuff starts happening, is something about sharing the minis communally as a protective measure or even turning them over to her so they're all protected in one place, but then someone points out that doing this would mean that Angie could kill anyone without consequences by killing their mini. Angie wouldn't actually do that, but whether the unspoken threat of it is intentional or not remains unclear. She doesn't end up getting everyone's minis, but maybe she gathers a few together, from other student council members. Having a lot of minis in one place has the potential to prevent one's self from being murdered.

The downside to this is that I'm now realizing that the Mini Classmate AU's are arguably more fun without plot, lol. A part of me kind of just wants these characters to hang out in the situation rather than doing a Danganronpa. But also. It's fun either way. 🤣

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Roleplay Request

Hello everybody!!! I’m looking for new roleplay partners for a few different fandoms. I do ask that you are 20+ since I’m 21 and I do enjoy more mature themes at times. Also I roleplay paragraph style, and I will add an example at the end of this post!

*characters I prefer to play will be bold

Fandoms & Ships

Reanimator | Daniel Cain x Herbert West

Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Buffy Summers x Spike, Buffy Summers x Giles Rupert, Buffy Summers x Faith Lehane

Twin Peaks | Dale Cooper x Harry Truman, Dale Cooper x Annie Blackburn, Albert Rosenfield x Harry Truman, Albert Rosenfield x Dale Cooper

Evil Dead | Ash Williams x Ruby Knowny, Ash Williams x Herbert West, Ash Williams x Pablo Simon Bolivar, Pablo Simon Bolivar x Kelly Maxwell

I’m open to other ships in these fandoms so please don’t hesitate to reach out!!!

You can either reach out to me here on tumblr or add me on discord @ crawfordtil to rp!!!

Rp examples

1. Herbert couldn’t stand these pointless parties, he’s sees more than enough of their coworkers on the clock, he has no desire to see them *off* the clock. Honestly, he’d love it if him and Dan just weren’t invited, it would give them all the more reason to spend time in the lab or *elsewhere*. If he’s going to drink, he’d prefer it in the company of their home, and usually he would’ve stood his ground and insisted they can *’let loose’* in their own home. Of course, that’s before they started dating. It was far easier to turn Dan down, but now those big brown puppy dog eyes *tug* at his heart a little too hard. He caved in embarrassingly quick, agreeing to go to the hospital outside of work.

And it was everything he’d expected; loud, boisterous laughter echoing throughout the building, fake excitement over their arrival (Herbert knows they’d rather he not show up, they can usually tolerate Dan), and an obscene amount of liquor. Herbert can’t deny that he indulged just a *bit*, it made it easier to simply *exist*. Eventually Herbert had enough of the bright lights and chatter, dragging Dan outside only to find himself pressed against the brick wall. Now *this* was far more enjoyable. “*Really*, I’d much rather be here with you,” he says, tilting his head to capture his lips in a *passionate* kiss. They definitely should not be out here where anyone could walk by, but Herbert can’t find it in him to care tonight, pleasantly heady from the alcohol and having his boyfriend pressed up against him.

2. Buffy wants nothing more than to stay on the plane with Giles, honestly she’d take London over this place, but alas, duty calls. She takes the lead, Sylvia at her side and the other two girls behind them. It’s freezing outside, she’s never once experienced cold like this, and *god* does she hope she never has to again. Not only is it cold, but the snow leaves little to be seen, and the howling wind drowns out most noise. It’s feels like hours that they’ve been walking around, surveying the land. There wasn’t anything special about it, a whole bunch of snow and scattered lights outside the compound, and no signs of life, supernatural or otherwise. Then again, Buffy’s sure if anything disturbed the pristine snow, it would’ve been covered up in minutes.

Buffy has never been more relieved to hear that they’re almost there, hopefully they’ll be able to get some semblance of warmth inside. “I think I see it up ahead!” She yells back, squinting against the relentless wind to make out the fuzzy shape of a decently large building. And while Buffy isn’t exactly happy about the fact they haven’t found anything, because that’s never a good sign, she can’t complain about calling it a night. They’ve spent all day cooped up in a plane, then the afternoon— or evening, she’s not sure— searching for demonic activity in an unknown place, they deserve a break. She can tell the girls are a bit drained, and she can’t blame them, but it’s nothing some food and rest can’t fix.

The sight of the buildings entrance is everything she’s ever wanted, today at least. Hauling the door open, Buffy waits until everyone’s in before shutting it behind her, tugging on it for good measure. “Let’s all stick together and look around before we settle down for the night,” she suggests. It’ll be good to get familiarized with the building and to make sure their monster isn’t hiding out in a room waiting to pick them off one by one.

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