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ghostieyanyan · 1 year

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You know I think Jamil is one of those characters I can envision as a yandere. If you’ve seen Aladdin, you’d know that once Jafar took over the kingdom, Jasmine became his slave? I like to imagine that overblot Jamil kept MC around instead, dressed them up in that red slave outfit and put shackles on them which sounds really kinky. Jamil would like to keep MC around as a slave but is also like crazy about them even before their overblot because MC was kind to him and didn’t treat him like a servant. Maybe he teases them a little bit to rile them up. Kinda like a glorified pet but also lover at the same time

Yes yes YESSSSSS!!!! without a doubt i love overblot jamil so much... its kinda bad xD

~My Jasmine~

Overblot!Yan!Jamil x mc

(i drew mc fem so it’ll fit the jasmine outfit. the red one, chef kiss. also chapter 4 spoilers. also sorry for my spelling and grammar mistakes. this is why i draw qwq)

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i feel like jamil had a love at first sight with mc. like when they met in the kitchen and they offer to help with cooking and hearing his troubles. like yes, he wanted to used them at first but after like a few minutes he fell HARD.

He knew he wanted mc as his queen/king but he, of course, needed Kalim to be out of the picture. With him as housewarden, he’ll be highly respected with his beloved by his side. and Kalim? well he’ll be gone, who knows maybe he’ll be kicked out of NRC too. If Jamil plays his cards right.

But noo... you just had to run from him and fall into those slimy octavinelle’s hands. They even had to mock him when they came by! Stupid slimy-.

During his Overblot!

yes yes yes! he will totally have you as a pet. his personal play thing. even with this power, he’ll be bored, so entertain with him..

no? you don’t want to play with him? what’s going to happen to your friends? oh, that’s the last thing you should worry about. master has to teach you how to behave. He can’t have a pet that bites that hand that feeds it, right?

I think at first he wont actually use his unique spell, it'll be a waste to just force you to behave when he can just train your body to behave first and you’ll stay like that for the long term. instead of the short term option, right? Let’s just hope you body and mind can take it.

but hey! if you be good, he’ll treat you. maybe he’ll feed you and look inside your pretty lips. Or he’ll keep you safe from those roaches that insist on coming back and steal what rightfully belongs to him.

Just don't leave his side. K, pet?

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for nicknames, i thought of pet and desert flower but then i was like wait... i know a flower, jasmine! but now after finishing the drawing, idk how i feel about it? cuz its an actual name.. so ya sorry if you don't like it. i really dont want to fix it rn TWT also i didn't know if i should keep his bangs so i did one with and one without. so yay. i’m actually very happy with his picture, it might change in a few days but rn, i love it. i hope you guys love it too. ^^

#twst #yandere twst #twst fanart #twst headcanons #twst jamil #twst jamil viper #twst jamil x reader #twst jamil viper x reader #twst overblot #twisted wonderland jamil #twisted wonderland

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bug-bites · 9 months

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LET THEM COOK!

tw: none! just pure fluff :]

pairings: task force 141 x gn!reader (can be either platonic or romantic)

summary: cooking with tf-141 heacanons :3

characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, and gary "roach" sanderson

notes: first batch of headcanons yurrrr 🗣️‼️💯 (sorry if they're a bit ooc im abt to eep :P)

john price

he's a cook from the heart type of guy and it always turns out (surprisingly) really good

most of the recipes he has memorized are probably comfort meals or hangover cures

this man is so well meaning, standing behind you and helping you with every damn thing no matter how small the task. he does the thing where he holds your hand when you're chopping anything with a knife or stirring and guides you. it gets a bit overbearing but he's trying his to help

probably acts like you have never seen an oven/stovetop before and is constantly reminding you its hot as if thats not the whole point of it

he likes playing music while he cooks with you (most likely a shared playlist between the both of you) he likes humming along to it and he likes it even more when he can hear you hum along with him

the meal he defaults to making with you is probably chicken pot pie that tastes just like home

kyle "gaz" garrick

this man can BAKE. cake? muffins? cookies? he's got a recipe for it and you bet your ass its a damn good recipe.

he probably enjoys having the great british bake off in the background while he cooks

out of all the guys in TF-141, gaz is probably the one you should trust the most in there with you. when its the two of you in the kitchen not only do you get things done efficiently, it ends up being super fun with minimal chaos!

you definitely made each other those super cute lunchbox cakes for each other at one point

as much as he loves trying new recipes with you, making strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch with you is one he will always default to. he prefers his slice with a side of whipped cream <3

john "soap" mactavish

i dont think any of the guys are completely incompetent in the kitchen, when left alone in a kitchen soap could probably make a pretty good meal. emphasis on him alone in the kitchen

but when it is you two in the kitchen it will take a lot longer than expected or go to shit (but will still be edible!)

gets into flour fights with you even if the recipe doesn't call for any. he just grabs it out the pantry and WHAPOW it looks like the pillsbury dough boy just fucking exploded

he also keeps eating things he's not supposed to. raw cookie dough, batter, straight up flour, etc he probably took a bite or two for "taste testing purposes" of course. he's lucky he's got an iron stomach because if his immune system was even the tiniest bit weaker food poisoning would be beating his ass

one thing that you would enjoy making together would probably be crème brûlée. of course he get the honors of the little blowtorch part but you could get away with doing a few if you ask very nicely

gary "roach" sanderson

he takes the smaller tasks like chopping things up, washing fruits and veggies, or keeping the countertops organized and he does a really good job at whatever small task you give him

ask him to slice something up for you and trust they will be in the most perfect even slices you have ever seen in your life

if you're baking together he would love watching whatever delicious creation you made together rise in the oven. he likes just sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor, feeling the warmth radiating from the oven as he watches the baked goods cook. the first time he did this you didn't realize he was just sitting on the floor so you tripped over him

your go-to thing to make together is definitely chocolate chip cookies. roach likes putting small designs on top with chocolate chips like hearts, smiley faces, or just cuss words because he's silly like that

they come out really good but if you share with someone else make sure you don't hand them one that says "dick" in all capital letters

simon "ghost" riley

he has all the measurements with him and a scale to measure ingredients so you think he's precise and it will be all fine right? wrong. sure he measures his ingredients but if he goes over he probably doesn't try to fix it. ghost is the type of guy to shrug it off and adds it to the bowl anyways. to him measurements are suggestions

this bitch doesnt level his measuring cups

this usually goes well for cooking but for baking not so much

has forgotten to add in seasonings on a number of occasions so right before you put it in the oven you have to do a whole checklist to make sure that everything that should be in there is actually in there

favorite thing to make together is probably pesto pasta. most of it is measured by heart which he definitely appreciates and also less dishes to wash!

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azzydoesstuff · 3 months

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azzy's guide to lethal company

goober bug

friend shaped

just a lil' guy

collects shiny stuff

don't take its shit

ouppy

stinky

lil' poopster

he don't bite

scary man

take a little peek but dont stare!

he has anxiety so he struggles with prolonged eye contact

if you don't watch your back he'll sneak up on ya and give you a big hug

i'm sure he's a nice guy really

oh fuck the BEES

take their hive for shits and giggles

OH FUCK THEY'RE ZAPPY AND SHIT

have killed more new players than fuck-all

spidore

what the fuck is that

beat the shit out of it

roach

jumpscare warning

MMMNMMMPPHPHH

get the fucking chancla

tge fucking BUPPY

no walkies

always responds to his name

or any name actually

woagh!! you didn't tell me you had a little beast in your home!

a fuckiknhg. eouppy. a ligl frsiggn BEPPY.

the ooze

THE GLOB!!!!!

made of hydrochloric acid

you can bonk him with a shovel but it won't do you any good

sand worm

ripped right outta a sci-fi movie

drop all your shit and fucking MOVE it

pray

looks like a giant condom

baboob cocks

fucking angry pussy

literally fucking gang violence

aye tommy... gimme one-a dose uh... gold bahs, will yah?

land shark

run

i fucking hate you

bobblehead

boioioioioing

wins every staring contest

i'm fast as fuck boi

treeple (tree fucks)

the big man on campus

chews with his mouth open (ewwww!!!!!)

me when i FUCKING GET YOU

run like you fucking mean it, little bitch

it's always slightly faster than you

also i fucking hate these things with a scorching passion

merry christmas!

creaky footsteps

wants to wish you a merry christmas!

walk up to him and he'll spread his jolly cheer

just like santa claus, he's always watching you

so don't be naughty and stay up walking past your bedtime, or you're getting a handful (mouthful) of coal (hot lead)!

"what is th- is that a gun!?"

OW MY EARS

wallop him in a holly jolly scuffle and be rewarded with his merry presents! (it's a gun)

normal human being

hey guys it's me your teammate

let me walk over to you i swear nothing bad will happen

guys these theater masks are the latest style you should try them on

the funny box

living pipe bomb

listen to my tune

GET OUT get the FUCK OUT

big ass forehead

your forehead is LARGE. like, EXTREMELY massive

you could play tic-tac-toe on that shit bro

you made fun of her forehead, now she's surgically removing yours

"huh, i wonder for whom the bell tolls" FOR THEE.

#shitpost #shitposting #lethal company #lethal company shitpost #lethalposting #companyposting

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hirik0 · 9 months

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Save with you part 5

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

09 Soap/Ghost, Omegaverse, Alpha Soap, Omega Ghost

6 weeks till heat

Ghost is in a debrief with Soap when it sliped out of him. "Yes, Alpha", he answert insteat of yes Sir. They stare at each other for a few minutes before the breaking of the pencil Soap has in his hand pulls them out of their stupor. The first think Ghost notice is that Soaps other hand is holding on to the edge of the table so hard the knuggels are white.

Oh.

Abort mission. ABORT. He needs to go, this is a developing in events he dosent like. And his instincts they make him purr, hes purring at Soap, pleased at how much hes affecting Soap, how much Soap holts back to respect his boundarys. Soap puts down the remains of his pencil, slowly letting go of the desk. Taking a deap breath trying to ignore that Ghost is purring at him. Having to bite the insite of his cheek to keep himself from saying something stupid and make thinks more arkward. The cat is out the bag for both of them now. "We, we should talk about this", Soap stammers out, trying to will down his insticts to claim. "The debrief", Ghost trys to get them back on track. "Simon, we will talk about this", Soap growls. Time, Ghost just needed a bit more time to analyse what the fuck just happend. "Of course, but they are waiting for my repots and Shepard will breath down our necks if they are not there in time", Ghost reasures, their briefing already interuped by the inpatient General twice. They go back to work, Soap needs to force himself to not stop the report before all the important details are in it. Ghost trys to make this last as long as posibel, so he hopefully can sneak out with out talking about it. The report is finised and they just look at each other. Ghost only goal is that nothing is changing because of what sliped out of him. "So you eh.. did you mean it?", Soap ask insecure, a knot slowly replacing his intestines. "Yes." Soap swallows, oh fuck, fuck, fuck. "So what now?", Ghost ask just as nervous, clenching and unclenching his hands. "We, I.... what do you want? Its your choice", Soap says words forced out of his mouth, everythingin him screams to bite Ghost here and now. Ghost thinks about it what does he want? The longer he stays silent the more the nervousness of both of them is growing. "I, dont know. I need time to think," answers sounding small and unsure, already knowing the answer. Knows he wants Soaps knot, his mark. "Of course, tell me when your sure." Soaps insticts are revolting at this, his Omega just called him Alpha, why wait? What if Roach is faster at him in getting Simon? "Simon, take your time", Soap says instead of what of what he really want to say 'my room, tonight'. Everythink goes in Ghost speed, he needs to wait, needs to acept that Ghost might tells him hes not intrestet in him as a potential mate. Ghost makes another loud pleased purr, telling Soap he's making the right choice here and getting his dick hard.

Ghost flops down on Roachs bed, needing someone to talk about what just happend. "You okey Ghost?", Roach asks concernd. "I called Soap Alpha and purred at him", Ghost groans in the pillow, Roach nearly not understanding what Ghost just said. "You 'I need no mate, never needed one before' called Soap Alpha and purred at him?", Roach ask needing the clarification. Ghost just gives him a thumbs up, burring his face deeper in the pillow. "So what now?", Roach ask siting on the edge of the bed running his hand over Ghost back. "I dont know", Ghost says before removing his balacalava so Roach can run his hand through his hair. "Roach, if i call him Alpha now what the fuck will happen when i go into heat?", Ghost ask horrified. "I gues you will beg for his knot, like it was a accitent right?", Roach trys to reasure Ghost also trys to calm down his own instincts. The Omega is flopping his head down again not giving any verbal answer. "It was not a accitent", Roach states the obvius, hating how his Alpha is rageing at this. "Of course it was not a accident, I would never call someone Alpha by accident. Never purred at a Alpha before either ", Ghost says in to the pillow, scenting Roach to comfort himself. "You, need a hug?", Roach ask concerned that Ghost would try and suffocating himself with the pillow. It's also to get his scent all over the Omega to show Soap that Ghost in the end always comes to him. "Yes", Ghost confirms, before laying himself on Roach burring his face in his shoulder. "Roach?", Ghost ask after some time, purring pleased at Roach who is playing with his hair. Roach humms to signal hes listening, trying to stay calm. "Would you bite my mating glande?", Ghost ask and Roach stops his hand movement in shock "No, because you dont want me to be your mate", Roach declines shaking his head at the idea, while everythingin him screams at him to do it, show Ghost he dont need Soap. "I hate that your right", the Omega complains before resting his head on Roach chest. "Can you spend the next heat with me atleast?", Ghost ask sleepy, Roach stady heartbeat lulling him in to sleep. "If thats what you want of course." Internally Roach is cursinghimself out why did he says that to an Omega that dont even want him yhat way? "Thanks Gary." "Of course Simon." A feeling of peace is spreading throw Ghost, as Roach scent is filling his nose while his purring is getting louder. The Aplha is smiling while a blush is paintig a light pink on his cheeks. Ghost purrs are teh best thing he ever heared.

Soap trys to not be put of by Ghost smelling like Roach, they are best friends of course a small hint of Roach would be on Ghost, nothing to be concerned about. And still his instincts scream at him to cover Ghost in his scent, to remove the fresh rain and Oak scent of Gary from Ghost. To tell Gary to stay away from his Omega. Hes fucked, Ghost next heat will break something in his brain. But he will respect Ghost wishes or alteast ask Price to sent him away on a mission he don't trust himself to not bite Ghost mating glande the second hes entering heat. Price is on the phone when Soap walks in. "Of course General Shepard", Price says in the phone giving Soap a hand sign to sit down. Soap thinks about chicken out, to just to come back later, but Price needs to know as soon as possible. "Yes Soap is in my office, I will put you on speaker", Price says before Soap can hear the General through the phone. "We need Ghost on a 3 month mision ASAP", Shepard barks. "That not possible at the moment. We will send Ghost only on short term assignments at the moment", Price says firmly and probably not for the first time with the tiny hint of annoyance in his voice. "He is the best for the job. Why not sent him out?" "We can't." Price is unwilling to tell Shepard the real reason, both of them are suprised the news about Ghost being a Omega seemingly not haveing left the base yet. "Why Price", Shepard demands inpatient. "He is forced to take leave soon", Soap lies, now giving to make up something on the spot. "What?" "Ghost never takes his leave so we have to force him and we try to give him multiple short leaves instead of a long one", Soap mades up on the spot and Price just nods along even if Shepard can't see it. "Well 3 months longer will not matter, its really important", Shepard insist. "I'm sure someone else of the taskforce or your own military can go it, the leave is already approved", Price trys to offer a alternative. Both Alphas are unwilling to send Ghost away on such a long mission so close to the earliest date for his next heat. "Nobody has the skill set of Ghost. What is going on?", Shepard demands to know. "Ghost is going on leave", Price says in a ton that the disgusion is over. Soap wants to make a snide comment but they are already pushing their luck quite far. "We will see, about that, Captain", Shepard spats out before he ends the call. "We are in a lot of shit", Price says sounding tiered. "Aye", Soap says while closing the door, no need for anybody to overhear. "Soap?", Price ask confused and concerned about Soaps need to close the door. "Ghost called me Alpha yesterday", Soap says a lot calmer then he thought he would. Price mouth drops open. "Oh." "Yeah, Price if Shepard demands someone of the 141 to go on this 3 month mission, I will go." "Soap, no you should be the one staying on base." "Price, I would bite him, I can't stay for his next heat", Soap explains his situation in just the facts. "I already wanted to cover him in my scent today so he dont smell like Roach, his best friend. Price, I can't stay." "Fuck Soap, you should stay, its posibel we others can't help him with this development. Shit, this makes thinks more complicated", Price curses. "I'm sorry?" "Not your fault Soap and thanks for telling me."

4 weeks till heat

Ghost is freaking out, he had atleast a month till his next heat, but he's already stressing out about it. The amount of blocks, comments and articles he read about very early heat symptoms is embarrassing high, he dont want to catch of guard again. In the end his PTSD dont care about all his pre heat preparation or the fact that Roba is long dead and just kick in. Some members of the 141 already offert him thinks of them for his nest in hope their familiar scents will help him stay calm. He also notices how he has to force himself more and more to act normal around Soap. And he's already tip toeing the line to rill Soap up, getting a bit more touchy with the 141 daily to see when Soap would snap. When Soap would take what they both know is his. When the Alpha would drag him away from the others to cover Ghost in his scent. And Price already told him he plays a dangerous game and to stop it, but its the thrill of the game that makes it so fun for Ghost. Today he even let Roach pin him down on the mat over and over again in training just to see if this would break Soap. And he thinks he is close, so fucking, ready to get put in place by the Alpha. He would not want a Alpha he can walks all over, he needs a strong Alpha. He wants Soap to demand to spend the next heat with him. At the same time hes also seeking out Roach more and more, sleeping on Roach chest is becoming a new routine for him, purring happily at the young Alpha, enjoying how peacefull he is feeling. Enjoying how Roach starts to feel like home just like Soap not thinking to hard about it, just enjoying the here and now, consequence are future Ghost problems.

Soap trys, he really trys to not rip apart every other Alpha in the 141 especially Roach. His instincts are just keeping his blood on fire and he's not sure what Ghost end game is. Is it to show him he don't want him as a mate or a provocation to make him snap? He will find out, he ordered Ghost in his office and he will get answers. When he walks in Ghost is already there. For a untrained eye Ghost is just waiting in a relaxed stand, but Soap sees how Ghost tensed up the moment he heared his steps. He closes the door and Ghost is shivering. So Ghost knows what this talk is about, good. When he walks closer Ghost turns around watching him observing his body langue. "What are you playing Ghost?", Soap ask directly no need to beat around the bush. "Oh, you didn't figure it out by now Captain?", Ghost taunts. "Careful Lieutenant your playing a dangerous game with the person you call Alpha here." "Mhm don't know if the person I call Alpha would allow me to act like this. Maybe I made a mistake." Ghost tilts his head to the site and Soap snaps. In one swift motion he pins Ghost face down on his desk. "Should have known, that you are a Omega that's pushing his Alpha", Soap growls. Ghost suppresses a moan, but can't stop the shiver of his body. "That's what's this about? Testing my patients, you could just have talked to me", Soap is growling directly in to Ghost ears getting a moan this time. "You like this don't you? Being pinned down by your Alpha, don't you?" "No", Ghost lies feeling how hes blushing getting more and more turned on by the situation. "Liar", Soap wispers in his ear as hes hit by a intense smell of lemon and liquorice. Ghost moans feeling how slick is running down his legs. Soap needs a second to figure out what is happening to realise that Ghost is producing slick. "I gotcha don't I littel Omega?" "Alpha, please", Ghost whines when he feels Soaps hard dick against his ass. "No", Soap says still rocking against Ghost ass. "Needed to know. Please Soap I needed to know your not like Roba Needed to see it", Ghost explains desprade. Soap pushes Ghost balaclava up to expose his neck kissing it, careful to keep his teeth away from it. Understanding is setting in, of course Roba was a Alpha, of course he hurted Ghost bad, rage about not abel to kill him, pride knowing his Omega did it. "Yeah needed to see that I will not cross your boundaries, that I respect your wishes?", Soap wispers in Ghost skin. "Yes, needed to be sure." The slick is slowly soaking through Ghost pants his scent filling the room. "Fuck Simon, I will smell you in here for days", Soap says before licking over Ghost mating glande. And with that a big amount of slick is leaking out of Ghost, making him purr, squirm under Soap, rubbing his ass against Soaps dick. "Soap", Ghost moans loudly. "A bit more patiencs love, i will give you what you want in your nest", Soap promisse before covering Ghost neck again. "No, Soap, no please, I cant wait so long", Ghost protests despreatly. "You can and you will. See it as a punishemt for your behaivor." "No Alpha, I waited so long to make sure, please", Ghost is pleading, but Soap is stepping away from him. "Well sounds like to me you did this to yourself." When Soap sits on his chair Ghost still lays on his desk and when he removes the sunglasses Ghost is making big Omega eyes at him. "I will get you a courting collar and now up I have work to do", Soap says before kissing Ghost forhead. "Fine", Ghost says sounding like he's pouting.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #captain mactavish #omegaverse #omega ghost #alpha soap #gary roach sanderson #alpha roach

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cupheadcult07 · 1 year

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Blood Cup AU

Hi! There

This is an ask blog for an au i made of babtqftim. Feel free to ask any of characters below questions, they can all answer!

-Cuphead

-Mugman

-Boris

-Bendy

-Felix

-me (esteban or roach)

(and yes i dont mind if you call me roach its not offensive to me at all lol)

-the devil

-mickey

-minnie

-oswald

-other character you like

-your oc if you wanna put them in here

-or the locals (the news on the recent murders or just how people feel unsafe with a crazy cup running around lol)

You can ask anything! (Just keep asks sfw please)

If you have any questions for me just refer to me as esteban!

--actual Explanation--

After the crew fixes the ink machine word gets spread around town as they are now known as hero's... Those words spread to the devil and his casino, in a fit of rage for being betrayed the devil turns himself into a snake 🐍 to sneak around the place till he reaches the crew.. While they have their guard down aka they are sleeping he bites cuphead infecting him with an infectious curse. This curse allows cuphead's deepest darkest feelings to be more how do I say this... Insane ig? Well, this gives y'all access to his inner thoughts, letting you mess with him and control him... Which makes him more blood thirsty, and overtime you all gain better control over him.

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crvwly · 6 months

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hang on it's been so long since i shared all my critters i gotta

everyone knows Bones, my one and only, my prince, my baby, my soulmate, the bestest boy in the whole world

and then we have The Fucking Beast, Troi (my partner's dog, two years old GSD/pit terrier/husky mix, yes that is exactly the nightmare breed mix it sounds like, we were told lab mix and the DNA results showed 0% lab lmfao)

then the cats: my perfectest princess Nyota who has never done anything wrong in her life and hates everyone non-human in the house

then fucking Gravy. fucking. Gravy. i hate this guy. in multiple years working for two shelters, one of which was feline specific, i have never hated a cat more. he is so rude. he is not my pet, he just fucking lives here. he wants to escape but every time i try to let him he gets scared and comes back. he bites me all day long. he yells at me all day long. he masturbates on a blanket 24/7 despite being neutered. he chases my poor perfect princess anytime he sees her. i would sell him but no one would ever buy him. the only one in the world who likes him is Troi and she just spends all day chewing on his head like a squeaky toy. does anyone want this piece of shit. this is the only picture i have of him and i took it to send to my partner to tell them what a shit cat they bought for $60 on craigslist

dont be fooled by the pink nose. dont let him trick you. he's fucking evil. he's EVIL

and the BABY, Wesley Crusher !!! the leetlest guy who i plucked out of a tree a month or two ago and is the most fun cat i have ever met. he loves all people and all our animals and has the cutest little meow and walks on a leash and plays all day long! obsessed with him. he loves the other cats but they dont know how to play with a kitten so he's becoming friends with the dogs and he's rad as fuck

and of course the honorary alien mention: Keenser! she lives in a box and loves roaches and sleeps like this. what a freak 💖

#my critters #!!!!!#yes including the beardie #i have six #but i work three days a week and my partner works from home #i promise everyone is well attended to lmao #except FUCKING GRAVY!!!!!

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keiachi-chan · 2 years

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ACTUALLY I am SICK of feeling ashamed for hating things and you should too assuming they are mostly inconsequential, so here is a list of shit I HATE

Reblog with shit you hate VENT YOUR FRUSTRATIONS

UNLEASH YOUR ANGER

THIS IS A DEMAND, IF YOU HAVE HATE IN YOUR HEART, UNLEASH IT HERE (and you do. you are human. you feel hate. let it out here.)

I HATE MOSQUITOES and I will beat the fuck out of one that bites me

I am allowed to hate things that make me angry I don't have to OR WANT TO love everything I WANT TO BE EVIL AND HATEFUL SOMETIMES

I hate people who make me feel guilty for wanting to talk just let me say words or tell me not to talk to you

I hate anyone who hates cats

I hate people who are mean about ships

I hate wasps

I hate roaches and water-bugs

I hate spiders

I hate school athletes and cheerleaders

I hate people who dont listen when I say not to talk to me

I hate when people are mean about religion (YES, INCLUDING CHRISTIANITY)

I hate when people are mean about nationality (INCLUDING AMERICANS)

I hate when people treat cishets like the scum of the earth with zero exception

I hate when people argue about sub or dub

I hate manga spoilers (the people who spoil the anime)

I hate tiktokers (with exceptions)

I hate twitter users (with exceptions)

I hate my art teacher

I hate those goddamn kids in the back of my music class

I hate when people treat dark and evil as the same

I hate when people can only be weird if theyre autistic

I hate when people shut down individual struggle with (but [group] goes through it too!!!1!]

I HATE THAT MY FUCKING QUOTATION MARK KEY DOESNT WORK ANYMORE SO I HAVE TO USE PARENTHESES AHFIEWNFOENF

okay i feel better now <3

#the HATING post

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6loodlvstt · 3 months

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I’m really uncoordinated and shakey with my hands so it probably wouldn’t come out too great but I’d try. :) I like getting my nails done but I often bite them so they’re kinda short.

also how is work? Do you like it? Probably a stupid question since I assume most people don’t like their work but I hope it’s bearable.

-🦴

i dont mind ^^ i used to let all my little cousins and stuff paint my nails and no matter how poorly done they were i wore it with pride so do not worry i will love it no matter what ^^

i used to be a huge nail biter and than i somehow learned a horrendous fact and ive never bitten them since, my brother does and i told him the fact, he stills bites them but everytime now hes like "ill feed you little bugs... I fucking hate HIM." (the him being me LOL, the fact is that roaches love dead skin and human nails are one of their favorite foods ^^)

oh god i hate it. its super easy though but i have bad sensory issues so its a pain, plus all my problems and such add on to it. theres a lot of older guys and some women who work there, i luckily manly work with women except my boss and this one guy (we have other guys in the area but not for my specific job). i fucking hate the one guy just because hes so stressful and so okay. so the way we do our orders we have them in packets, warenty, and pallettes and he will pick all the small parts first instead of going in order like you're supposed to qnd it annoys everyone! hes also too prideful to actually take me or my favorite coworkers advice on how to do things and it just is awful. but today he wasnt here so it was a win!

#⋆ ♰.˚🩸⌗ d a r l i n g s ˎˊ˗#╰┈➤ 🦴 anon

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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Hiyo! This is gonna be a bit specific so i hope you dont mind haha;;

Would it be alright to request for HC's for Mammon, Beel and Belphie(if you only take one char per request then Mammon's fine!) with a GN! reader, where in the reader is extremely obssessed with bug critters? Like tarantulas, moths, all that jazz and they often have a lotta them in their room

Im a big bug lover myself but it often freaks people out when i show them a beetle i caught but honestly its just pretty funny to me more than anything haha

Sorry for this long ask!! And take care~☆

Oh~ this is an interesting prompt :o

I myself am squeamish with bugs, but very much respect enthusiasts and entomologists!

Without further ado, here’s your request!!

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😈💛 Mammon 💰💸

“Yo... think we can sell these to witches for some cash? Y’kow, for their rituals and generally to keep as pets? Think ’bout- OW, HEY!!”

This one I see recoiling back once you show him a bug. Doesn’t matter if it’s trapped in a jar, or held by your hands, he will get surprised if the critter is shoved in his face

Back in the Devildom, if you ever wandered out and somehow caught one of the unique dangerous bugs within, he would freak out and worry about your safety

“WTF [Name], put that down!! Its bite/sting is dangerous and hurts a lot! PUT IT DOWN!” “Relax, Mammon, your panic will distress it and provoke it to attack! I’ve got this.”

However, in the first weeks of your stay with them, he won’t care at all. Remember how he acted all irritated and mad when you were lumped onto him, right? Yeah, that’s it

Things change when Lucifer gave a stern warning, in his own Lucifer way, to keep you safe at all times

“Drop that, you don’t want to anger it” “How many times do I need to tell you to stop with that?! Pesky human..” “Oi, ya dumb mortal! Hands off, no pets allowed!”

Little “I’m not interested” warning will be given, which then morph to “Not worried about you but in reality I very much am” as time goes on and he warms up to you (damn tsundere, this one)

Once he grows fond of you and a friendship is established (and maybe other feelings surface), he will issue the more panic filled warnings

But otherwise, he will admire the little things. The ones with shiny exoskeletons and vibrant colors immediately catch his eye

He will eventually look forward to see what new friends you bring, even more so once you go over to the human world

Just...keep an eye out for his typical Mammon shenanigans of taking stuff to sell. He knows witches who would absolutely love to have some of your critters so, watch out.

You may find him baby talking to a particular bug he’s fond of from time to time (Mammon and the cat audio drama~)

Takes some time for him to stop being squeamish and handle the bugs

Totally the one to look at whichever critter, point at it and go “haha...Lucifer/[any other of his brothers]” (he may have led you to name a scorpion ‘Asmo’)

If he sees accessories or keychains that are bug related, he’ll buy them for you “D-Don’t take it out of context! It just reminded me of [bug] and thought of getting it… totallydidn’tremindmeofyou,no”

Any colorful and/or shiny insects interest him, but I can see him loving centi- and millipedes (and pill bugs too, but those are crustaceans aha)

👿❤️ Beelzebub 🍔🤤

“Ah, I can do that too!” “Beel, don’t! My papers-!!” *cue him buzzing his wings and all documents are blown away*

At the beginning of your friendship? He’d just be like “...cool…” and keep doing whatever he was doing

Not one to flinch away from the bugs (he welcomes them)

Tell him ants or X bug/s are exceptionally strong, and he’ll begin to take interest in your bug keeping shenanigans

He feels for them, the strength of the tiny things. He’s one half of the youngest brothers, and very physically capable, one could say he relates to them (so tiny, but oh so strong = youngest brother, but oh so buff)

His signature animal is a fly, claims he has a special connection to bugs, but this “sense” was previously not explored… until you came to his life~

Out of the three, I think Beel will be the one to get on with the idea faster, even helping you take care of the bugs. Will also go out of his way to catch a particularly eye catching one for you.

“[Name], look! This one was hanging out near me/was on my path when going somewhere, thought of you and caught it” (insert Reader’s heart full of soft feelings for this teddy bear)

He’s the enabler of you keeping dangerous Devildom bugs. He can do the catching if you’re afraid of getting hurt

Just say the word and he’ll help you clean enclosures, feed critters, free them back to nature, anything

Honestly, you may very well wake up a hidden talent and surprise hobby of his

Please, introduce this boy to any and every bug you come across in the human world! Show him pictures and tidbits of information about all of them, but more so the ones you previously told him are so strong

If you introduce him to an ant farm, he will sit down and eat his snacks while observing the colony closely

Not afraid to handle your bugs at all, likes the sensation of their little legs crawling up his arms

Says he doesn’t have favorites, but absolutely does (he sneaks his favs snacks from time to time, it’s so cute) Beetles and ants are in his top 5

Mixed feelings about entomophagy (insect eating)

Congratulations! You now have a bug enthusiast buddy to fan with!

👿💜 Belphegor 🛏️💤

“That one’s fuzzy… Can I pet it, hold it maybe?”

Belphie is pretty chill in general, so I don’t see him making a fuzz whenever a bug is brought up to his face

He may act indifferent to your obsession at first, perhaps Beel’s curiosity rubs off on him eventually

Very curious about your moths and tarantulas, and bees (when you get the chance to introduce him to them)

He’s drawn to the fuzzy fluffy bugs because they look comfortable to pet and hold (and sleep with lol)

Beware: DO NOT wake him up to introduce him to a bug, he WILL be cranky. On the same note, don’t even DARE let a critter crawl on his body while sleeping, won’t hesitate to exterminate the thing

This one… edgy boy… The one to warm up and love your arachnids (technically not insects, but let’s let it slide~ remember you’re talking to a biology nerd here, me)

Introduce him to the deadly insects of your word and he will repay the favor by teaching you about any highly dangerous Devildom bugs he knows about

Butterfly magnet. Let your moths and butterflies free in the room and most likely, they’ll land on him. His calm demeanour seems to attract them

Along with Beel, he will invite yourself to you room to look at the fluttering wings of butterflies “They lull me to sleep”

Perhaps the one that gained a soft spot in his heart is the tarantula. Relates to it in a sense: people are afraid to approach it when it’s actually quite chill (when not provoked)

If you have Madagascar roaches… This was one of the first times you saw him flinch and let out a (very monotone) yelp, the hissing spooked him good

He may buy a blanket with bug patterns on it because it reminds him of you, sleeps with it when missing you

He’s more of taking pictures and sending them to you if cool bugs, spiders, and even snails cross his path. He will text a “Reminds me of you” “Cool bug” “Is this a bug?” along with the pics

Up in the human world: PLEASE catch a jar of fireflies for this boy! His eyes will light up at the amazing little natural light bulbs trapped within

Will want to take some fireflies back to the Devildom bc they remind him of the night sky and its stars

A very chill boy towards your obsession, but will eventually encourage you to keep doing what you love

Thank you for your request~! This was great to think about, if I do say so myself Hope it is to your liking!

You take care as well, anon~ ❤️

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beomglocks · 3 years

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sk8ter boi ; c.bg

summary : he was a boy, she was a girl. can i make it anymore obvious?

pairing : skaterboy!beomgyu x reader

warnings & other : reader already has a child with yeonjun ok, beomgyu still pining after all these years, based off queen avril lavigne’s sk8ter boi song, listen while reading if you want

w/c : 2.1K (i may have gotten carried away)

"where'd you get that note and roses from?" your friend maria asks you when you get into class. you wipe away your smile quickly, already knowing who the mystery person was. "i don't know."

yeah, of course you knew. how could you not when the boy oh so clumsily shoved them in your locker while you were literally turning the corner. he tried to act like he wasn't doing anything but he was clearly caught. he tried to play it off in the best way possible and smooth talk his way into a conversation with you but you shut him down due to the bell ringing.

"oh- oh ok sure...yeah," beomgyu stumbled over his words, nervousness eating away at him with you being here. "yo gyu you coming? i just finished fixing my drum kit," his friend, jeongin, calls him over, interrupting your already over conversation.

"you should go...but thanks for whatever you just threw in my locker," you laugh. he nods hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "dude," jeongin now stands in your vicinity. he looks at you and beomgyu before pulling away his best friend to where the spare band room was.

"well open the letter, we wanna know who your little secret admirer is," maria says, leaning onto your desk. your other friends agree, eager to know who was pining over you. you laugh nervously before opening it. you're not sure how they'll react to finding out that it's beomgyu.

you see, you wouldn't exactly call yourself the prettiest girl in the school but hell it sure was close. almost everyone would compliment you every day even if it was something minor like a change in your nail color. you kind of prided yourself in that, not to gas yourself up or anything.

someone like beomgyu...well. he wasn't exactly the ideal guy, to put it simply. he was a skater boy, he hung out with the "simple boys" who skated and did music and hung out around the skate parks after school. he wasn't the scholar type like soobin or the athlete type like yeonjun, he was simple.

you liked simple but your friends didn't. they had preferences for people like soobin and yeonjun, not people like beomgyu. you could probably guess they felt like beomgyu was the bottom of the barrel, like a roach on their foot not worthy of their time.

you pull the letter out of the envelope. for some reason without even trying, you could smell his cologne all over it. you want to smile at the obvious try hard gesture but your friends don't allow it. "what the fuck is that smell, it's so strong," maria gags. you roll your eyes at her dramatics. "it doesn't smell that bad."

"yes the fuck it does," she retorts. "just see what it says." you read over the letter, smiling at certain parts where you could tell he'd done his research on the things you liked. "it's from beomgyu," you say when you finish the letter. you already knew this anyway but maria's eyes go wide and she suddenly snatches the letter from your grasp. "hey!"

"CHOI beomgyu?" she asks while she reads the letter herself. "yeah?" you confirm.

your other friends mumble amongst themselves and you can hear some snicker. "y/n you could do so much better. beomgyu is like a street rat or something. don't do that to yourself," she laughs like it's the funniest thing she's ever said. you don't think beomgyu's that bad but you also don't stand up for him, simply biting your lip as she continues.

"he barely comes to school and when he does all he does is sleep. he skates with those other weirdos and thinks he's gonna make it big with his shitty guitar playing- i mean have you heard him?" she rolls her eyes, throwing the letter back on your desk. "you should go out with yeonjun, i think yall would be a cute couple. the prettiest girl with the coolest guy, your babies would be so damn cute."

"babies?!" you laugh at her ridiculousness. "yes! have you seen choi yeonjun?" she sighs in content. "anyways, don't pay beomgyu any mind because he's not gonna make it in life. go for someone like yeonjun and please for the love of god throw that letter away!"

you never did throw the letter away. you sigh as you think back to your high school years. you had just found it hidden behind one of the closet drawers while you were looking for valkyrie's binkie. she was crying so much since her father had gone out for the day and you were stuck taking care of her, as always.

you wonder how beomgyu was doing. you both talked after the fact but fell off during college since he had gone off to do his own thing. you didn't know what that thing was but you were proud of him nonetheless. you finished high school, went to college, got a good paying job, and were now married with a kid. all at the young age of 21. the typical life, you figure.

you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear your child crying in the next room. "shit," you mumble to yourself. you leave the letter in your drawer and head back to the living room with the binkie. "valkyrie~" you sing song.

she continues crying, not giving a fuck about your efforts to calm her. she was usually a bit of a daddy's girl. "val please stop crying," you exasperate. "daddy's not coming home until late today. cut me some slack babygirl."

you slip the binkie into her mouth but her shrill cries go right through it. "let me go see if you need a diaper change," you mutter.

before you can even get up from the couch you hear your phone ring from somewhere in the couch. "shit where did i put my phone?" you put valkyrie down to look for your phone but it stops ringing before you can begin searching. you wait for it to ring again you find it between the cracks of the couch.

"oh hey mari," you say in confusion. after high school ended, you and maria kind of fell off along with all your other popular friends. you still had that clout all throughout college given who you were dating but you kind of strayed away from her. you guys were still on speaking terms though but this call was odd since it had been months since the last time she called.

"GIRL-" she pauses for a moment, still as dramatic as ever. "what it is mari? val won't stop crying she needs attention," you sigh, looking over at your daughter. her cries had gotten softer but she was still grumpy about not being with her father.

"girl turn on your tv to MTV right now- like right now before you miss it!" she says hurriedly. "this better be good you know i dont watch those shows," you say into the phone. you place the phone between your ear and shoulder so you can hold valkyrie while watching whatever it was that maria wanted you to watch.

then you see it. "is that-?" you begin. "CHOI beomgyu! yes girl!" maria finishes your sentence. she's right. there he is, the boy you were just thinking about was on your tv screen. "he's famous?" you ask.

maria sucks her teeth, "apparently after high school and like a year or two of college, he dropped out to pursue a music career and i guess it worked out for him." you nod even though she can't see you. "he signed with a label and now he's in like some super fucking famous band, look at him," she continues.

you stare at your tv screen in silence, watching beomgyu have the time of his life on the MTV stage. he really did get good on his guitar. the camera pans to the drummer and your eyes go wide when you see jeongin. wow, they really stayed together this whole time.

"he's fine as hell," you admit. you hear maria cackle on the other side, "you said it, he looks so attractive playing guitar like that, look at his fingers."

"ok alright maria, i have a child right next to me," you say. she laughs again, "anyways, i got tickets to their next show. you wanna come with?"

you're not sure how you managed to convince yeonjun to stay home with the baby while you went out with maria to this concert, but you did it. he was skeptical of letting you go out with what you were wearing which is why you both argued before you eventually stormed out to go anyways.

when you met up with maria outside the venue she looked up and down with a knowing smile. "i thought that pussy belonged to mr. choi yeonjun? what're you all dressed up for?"

"dressed up?" all you were wearing was a black and white bandana for a top and tight leather pants and comfortable shoes. "do the pants really have to hug your ass like that though?" she jokingly slaps your butt and you glare at her. "that's what yeonjun said," you mumble to yourself.

the concert goes smoothly and you're glad you actually got to see beomgyu in person and playing guitar. one thing about choi beomgyu is that he will play guitar like it's his last day on earth. he plays with so much intensity that you almost feel bad for the guitar.

you could almost feel how the crowd's energy in this packed room transferred to the members. if it was even possible, they started to play with more vigor.

at some point, beomgyu was full on immersed in his own playing. his once fluffy hair was now soaked with sweat and covering his forehead and eyes. he kept headbanging along to the beat while skillfully moving his fingers along the strings of the guitar.

during the middle of one of their songs, beomgyu took the center stage for his guitar solo. it was a fast paced riff that just seemed to give the song more life. his head is down so that it's solely focused on the guitar but once he finished the hardest part of the riff he looked up smugly. the crowd went absolutely mad when beomgyu bit his lip during the rest of his solo.

you had to admit the boy had stage presence, you practically almost re-fell in love with him.

after the show, you and maria went to get refreshments at the nearby bar. beomgyu seemed to already be there talking to one of his members so you took this opportunity to speak with him. you wonder if he'll remember you after all these years but you take your chances.

"beomgyu!" you shout over the music that's playing in the background. he whips his head around to the sound of his name being called and smiles lightly when he sees you. when you get to him, he subtly looks you up and down, taking in your body and attire. "y/n is that you?" he says, his voice laced with something teasing.

"you remember me?" you ask him with a smile. "how could i forget a face like yours," he smiles, leaning back. you laugh and he smiles. "i just saw you on stage, i never thought you'd become this huge! congrats!"

he nods, "yeah, i always wanted to make it big you know." he trails off, looking over you again like he's entranced somehow. "so how's life? you still with-"

"yeonjun...yeah we um- we have a kid...now," you finish nervously. did he really have to bring yeonjun up right now. "a kid?" he says, surprised. "let me see."

you show him a selfie of you and valkyrie that you took at a time when she wasn't completely hating your existence and wanting to cuddle her father instead of you. he laughs and leans back once again, "she's cute like you, she definitely got her mom's features."

"yeah and she's got her dad's attitude," you say, mostly to yourself but beomgyu catches it. "oh yeah! i wanted to say, i really like that one song you played, uh- fairy?"

"fairy of shampoo? yeah we added our own little rock twist to it," he says. "you know the lyrics are actually about y-" your phone cuts him off and you apologize, turning away to answer it. "what is it yeonjun"

beomgyu sighs in frustration when he hears you say that. when you finish talking you turn back to him and he has his eyebrow raised in question. "looks like my fun is over," you laugh dryly. he nods in understanding, "before you go though, let me get your number so we can catch up sometime."

you agree, not wanting to pass up the chance to reconnect with your now famous friend.

"maybe we'll see each other around gyu," you smile, beginning to walk away.

he smiles at the old nickname, waving you off, "i sure hope so."

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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dhwty-writes · 3 years

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You might be a god: BUT DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY CUPCAKE!!!

Anon, I love you. This was a great prompt! I also already failed the “short ficlet” part. Enjoy 1.2k words of bantering idiots!

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“Jaskier,” Geralt said menacingly, his voice a low growl that would have sent most humans running while screaming in terror. “No.”

“But Geralt,” he whined instead, batting his eyelashes, “are you truly this cruel a man to deny me of the basest pleasures?”

“Yes. Stop it.” He bared his teeth in order to keep his façade from softening. Another thing that would have put any ordinary man to flight.

But Jaskier was no ordinary man. Strictly speaking, he was no man at all.

So, he did not hesitate to drape himself dramatically across Geralt’s lap, his wrist theatrically pressed to his forehead while he sighed wistfully; a gesture he had undoubtedly copied from one of the atrocious plays he enjoyed so much. “’Tis true, your heart bears no love for me. Surely I shall perish in despair while hopelessly longing for but a shred of affection bestowed upon me by my dearest and most devout follower.”

He growled again, shoving at his shoulder in a feeble attempt to push him away, even though he knew he wouldn’t succeed. “Your only follower, you mean.”

Jaskier gasped in mock offence, clutching at his chest. “How dare you, dear witcher mine?” he chattered. “I assure you, you are not my only follower by a stretch. Although, you are certainly the one doing the worst job of staying in my favour. I would appreciate it, if you could multiply your efforts, thank you very much.” The theatrics had reached another level in the past few weeks. Had they met a group of travelling mummers recently? He couldn’t remember.

Then again, Jaskier was right. He wasn’t his only follower—he wasn’t even a follower, really, Jaskier had started following him, not the other way around—and there were many times when he vanished to follow another call for his attention. Well, whoever had taught him that, Geralt would like to have a serious conversation with them. What were they doing, running around and teaching the most ostentatious being he had ever crossed paths with how to be even more pretentious?

“Here’s the thing,” he replied, this time unable to keep the self-satisfied smirk off his face, “no matter how often you multiply zero, the outcome stays the same. Don’t they teach you math where you come from?”

“Don’t they teach you math where you come from?” he mocked him. “For the record, they don’t. You humans think you’re so smart for inventing numbers while you miss the entire point.”

“Not a human.”

He shrugged. “Human, witcher, dwarf. You’re mortal, the differences are trivial.”

Geralt waited for him to elaborate further. He didn’t, much too preoccupied with growing his fingernails and biting them off again, a thing he had seen a child do not three days past. After the third repetition, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Alright, I’ll bite,” he relented. “What’s the point?”

“What point?” Jaskier asked innocently, now attempting to rip the fingernails off instead of biting. “Ouch!” he exclaimed after accidentally removing the whole thing. Fascinated, he observed the blood flowing from the wound. “Look, Geralt,” he said excitedly, “I’m bleeding!”

He rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. “Congratulations, you have a body.”

“Yes, well, I am rather new to this whole body-business, so—”

“The point, Jaskier,” he interrupted him. They weren’t getting anywhere like this. “You said numbers weren’t the point, what is it then?”

“Oh.” He appeared genuinely taken aback by the question. After a moment of deliberation, he said: “It’s obvious.” Apparently, that was all he had to say on that matter, for he scrambled up so that he was straddling Geralt’s lap, resting his chin on his chest. “Will you let me have your cupcake?” he asked again.

“No,” Geralt said again. “I haven’t had a cupcake in months.”

“So mean.” The pout on his face was adorable. But not quite adorable enough to change the witcher’s mind. “Well, I never had a cupcake before.”

“You can make one out of thin air!”

“But that’s not the same.” He wiggled closed, batting his eyelashes again. “Pleeeaase?”

“No!” He tried shoving him off again. “Fuck off.” He didn’t budge. A witcher might seem an immortal among men, but what was the strength of an immortal against a god?

For that was exactly what Jaskier was: a god, albeit a young one who had only recently acquired a corporeal form and who was still testing its limits as well as those of Geralt’s patience. “Halfsies?”

“No. You might be a god, but don’t you dare touch my cupcake!”

“No fair,” he pouted again. “I sha-oof.” A blank expression took over Jaskier’s face, jaw slack, eyes glazing over. Several months had passed since the initial panic of seeing him in such a state; by now Geralt knew how to recognise the look of a follower calling upon their patron.

A few moments passed before Jaskier shook out of it. “Uagh,” he said, opening and closing his mouth as if he had just tasted something particularly disgusting.

“Prayer?” Geralt prompted.

“Worse. A talentless wastrel who dared to call upon me in need of inspiration.” He sighed and slumped down again. “They don’t get it, Geralt, it’s worse than numbers. Inspiration is just the rainfall to water your budding crops. But nothing—neither god nor devil nor in-between—can cause a barren field to flourish. I just—”

“Jaskier,” he interrupted him dutifully, “you have to go.”

“I don’t wanna,” he mumbled, resembling a temper tantrum throwing toddler more than the divine being he was.

“You have to. You’ve got your job, I’ve got mine.” He pulled him close against his chest for a moment. “Go,” he whispered against the crown of his hair, “I’ll be here when you come back.”

“Alright.” Jaskier gifted him one last bright smile and then he was gone.

The witcher sat up with a sigh. “Finally,” he muttered to Roach, “some peace and quiet.”

He stretched out languidly, enjoying the delightful space, ready to enjoy an equally delightful cupcake. He raised it to his mouth, inhaled the delicious scent, and—halted. He looked around warily, half expecting to see the young God of Music and Deceit standing nearby, sniggering.

But he wasn’t. There was no-one there besides him and Roach.

“Damned godlet,” Geralt cursed as he got to his feet, fetching his pack. “Making me go all soft.”

After rummaging around for a bit, he managed to procure a small bowl with a simple symbol affixed to one side: a lute with buttercups twining around it; the first miracle Jaskier had worked in the mortal realm, a miniature shrine for his first follower.

“I want you to know that I am very cross with you for this,” he grumbled as he broke the cupcake in half, depositing one in the bowl. “I would’ve loved to enjoy this on my own, but I can’t anymore and it’s all your fault. There. Here’s your halfsies.” He got to his feet to stomp back to his bedroll, but hesitated for just one moment. Then, silently, he added: ‘Come back soon.’

And somehow, sillily, selfishly, he found himself wishing his earlier words to be true: ‘Would that I were your only follower. Would that you could always stay with me.’

Then he turned his back, sillily stomping to his bedroll. A shame that he did, for that made him miss the answer carried on the evening breeze: ‘I always was; I always am; I always will be.’

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bug-bites · 9 months

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intro, rules, all that jazz under the cut!! (read before req pls >_<)

hello and welcome to my blog!

my name is bug, my pronouns are they/them and i am oh so scared to be here! /hj

i think im only going to write headcanons because tbh i am not the best writer when it comes to fanfics :P

also!! im still trying to get used to tumblr so please be patient with me while i try to figure out how to do whatever im supposed to do here

please dont :[

i dont write any NSFW, heavy gore, incest or pedophilia so please dont request it. if i catch any of you requesting that stuff you will be blocked.

another thing i wont write anything that revolves around topics that could be considered extremely triggering (which sounds super vague so if you are uncertain feel free to msg me for clarification!)

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i love writing hcs where my faves get to be silly. anything that lets them have a break from whatever canon troubles they go through is just so fun to write. AND IF ITS WITH A PLATONIC READER??? hand it over. rn. i love to let my faves be silly gooses!!

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konig

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farah karim

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sennextheassasinkingoflight · 3 years

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"I'll Always Stay"

Witcher fic. Pre slash Geraskier fic. Rated T and up for minor swearing, blood and gore.

Cross posted on AO3

Geralt and Jaskier get into a fight. Geralt gets injured. Jaskier takes care of him. (Fae Jaskier.)

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It wasn't as though he had never seen Geralt injured; or that he had never stitched torn and bloodied flesh back together, while the witcher sat brooding beside him; or like he hadn't learned all the witchers potions, how to make them, what they do, how and when they should be administered. But this. This was different.

Geralt was unconscious on the ground beside him. He was without armor, and based on the the amount of blood covering pale skin he wasn't sure that he'd even been wearing it when he was attacked. He'd had it when he'd stormed out of camp with a growled,

"Fuck off."

The witcher had not gone on a hunt. No, that would have been good. Would have settled Jaskiers heart, if only a little. No, instead he had stalked off into the moonless night because they were fighting and he was done with Jaskier and the conversation. When he hadn't returned by midnight Jaskiers unease grew, blossoming dread in his chest and reaching out with tendrils, spreading to Roach and filling the clearing of their campsite. Setting his jaw and recognizing he was being reckless and quiet foolhardy he started into the darkness. Concern squeezed at his heart and weighed like lead in his chest. The darkness was consuming.

He was blind in the darkness and it was by sheer luck alone that he found the witcher at all. Or so, he would say. Now he wishes he was closer to camp and that he had brought more than a single vile of Swallow. He glances around the blackened clearing and though his eyes had adjusted a little he can't see anything now. He's far to close to continue using his magic. Blindly he gropes for one of Geralts swords, anything, fear prickling his skin, raising the hair on his neck and arms. If Geralt had been rendered unconscious and bloody than it would be in Jaskiers best sense to run back to camp and stay there.

With one of the witchers too heavy sword, slick with blood in his hands, he knelt over his friend and listened for too slow breathes, feeling for a too slow pulse. Watching the barely there rise and fall of a bruised and bloodied chest. When he found it he foracably swallowed back his panic, thrusting it from his mind. With shaking hands Jaskier lifted a white clad head into his lap, hair more pink than white. Finally he pulled the vial of Swallow from his pocket and slowly tipped it into an unresponsive mouth. He brushed his fingers down Geralts throat, coaxing it into contracting and swallowing the potion. It was a slow process.

A few moments later, Jaskier huffs out a small sigh of relief. Geralt is breathing easier, if only just. There is no way to get the witcher back to camp and it's too dark to see the full extent of injuries, or find his other sword, and let's not forget the creature that was lurking somewhere in the shadows. Without thinking about it he let his magic sleep out around him. That would keep whatever it was away. He swallowed, it was a calculated risk. And perhaps Geralt would be to out of it to notice it in the morning.

He'd spent so long with humans he'd nearly forgot he had it. Still he dare not use it on Geralt unless there was no other option. That the witcher would notice immediately. So instead he whispers, "I'm sorry."

Sorry he can't use his very nature to save his friends life. Maybe one day. Sorry for the things he had said. Sorry that Geralt had been injured. Sorry for everything he'd done that annoyed, hurt, or angered the witcher.

While he waited for the sun to rise, he ran delicate musicians fingers through coarse, sticky hair. Guilt resting around him like a cloak. As the grey light of dawn rose he felt like an idiot forgetting he could have used his magic to take stock of Geralts injuries at the least, he'd already let it lay lazily around the forest floor. Panic had made him fuzzy. Though that too would have been a very calculated risk. If Geralt found out. Well…. Jaskier quiet liked his life as it was.

The wounds were healing, slowly. Witchers mutations and potion at work. But it wasn't fast enough, congealed red blood oozed from the wounds, even now. hours later. Jaskiers fears to think what would have been if he had waited for the light to go looking. Slowly as not to strain or startle the still unconscious witcher he extricated himself. He hated what he was about to do but it was necessary. He moved quickly, quicker than this form should have moved. He returned to and broke camp quickly and Roach followed him with a soft neigh.

He turns to her and whispers softly.

"Don't tell him please." He holds eye contact with her until she snorts into his shoulder. This really shouldn't be a concern right now. But it is.

When he returned to Geralts side he collected his silver sword, gingerly, and placed it with the steel. He gathered up shredded armor, and for all his vast knowledge of magical creatures, more than he let's on, he has no idea what did this. He swallowed harshly. This was not good.

He built a fire and set water to boil. Doing things the mortal way was not his favorite thing. He notes absently that their supplies are running low. He gathers another bottle of Swallow and again coaxes it down Geralts throat. Finished he set about creating a salve or potion. Anything that would help his friend. With the water ready he set about washing away the blood and dirt from the front of Geralts torso. He couldn't reach his back and hoped it wasn't as bad. Although the fact that the injuries were this severe on his stomach was disheartening and highly concerning.

Really he hadn't meant to make him angry. But he had been cold, wet, hungry and they had been traveling for 3 days straight stopping only for a few hours of sleep. Not a problem if he wasn't hiding what he is from the witcher, remarkably well at that. And Geralt hadn't told him anything. Hadn't said where the were going, what they were doing. And he'd known the moment the words left his mouth, he'd known he had completely and irrevocably fucked up. So he'd spent the next five hours apologizing profusely for his mistake. Saying that he hadn't meant it he'd only been angry. It wasn't true. It was never true. The witcher had decided to set camp and then stormed off into the dark effectively ending the conversation. Uncertain what to do he had tended Roach and the fire. He hadn't even attempted to compose. Then he'd just listened in silence and darkness for Geralt to return thinking about how to make it right.

Now he was sitting on his knees in the dirt beside his wounded friend who could very well die. He told himself to stop thinking like that.he'd give himself away before he actually let Geralt die.

He continued peeling back torn remnants of clothing, soaking bits that were stubbornly stuck and then removing them completely. He washed as he went removing dirt and congealed blood with water then antiseptic. He knows it has to sting a ridiculous amount and is grateful the witcher is still unconscious.

The cuts are deep. The flesh is torn and ragged like it had been ripped from bone; the cuts were not clean and sliced. They are deep and he pulls back flesh to make sure its clean. Infection has likely already begun to set in. Once he's satisfied that the wounds are as clean as they can be he sets to work stitching the flesh.

It isn't pretty work. And his stitches, though practiced, are not beautiful against ashen skin. They're uneven and some are a little tight others a little loose. But he's a bard. He is not a surgeon or a seamster. Still it's work that needs to be done so he bites his lip and let's hands accustomed to playing strings guide one through muscle and skin.

He swallows down bile. Guilt returning as the stitched wounds continue to ooze blood. If only he hadn't riled him up, hadn't let him stalk off into the darkness of night, angry and alone.

He continues to work with nimble fingers on the skin he can see. At some point he lost track of how many stitches he had run. Finished with the visible portion of Geralts torso he smears a thick salve across it. He can't bandage it now. He has to wait for the witcher to sit up. And he prays to every deity he can think of that he isn't badly injured on his back. He clenches his teeth, bounces his leg, and let his eyes roam over Geralts prone form. "Wake up" he thinks desperate with nervousness. Tears work their way towards his eyes, his throat constricting painfully.

"Geralt please. I know. I was unkind. I didn't mean it. Truly. I swear it just slipped out. It was a low blow and I knew it would get a reaction. But I didn't mean it. I swear. I am so sorry. Please. Please don't die here Geralt. Don't die. Not yet. Not like this." He whispers leaning back against the tree head titled back silent tears streaking his face. He closes his eyes. He tells himself if there's no improvement by that night, he'll use his magic and hope against all odds the witcher doesn't send him away.

Until Geralt woke up there was nothing more he could do. He keeps his eyes closed but doesn't sleep. Ears turned to the sound of breathing beside him. Time passes and the sun rises high overhead. A low groan pulls him from his heartache.

"Geralt?" He pitches forward from the tree and scrambles to push the witcher back down.

" Geralt! Stop. Dont sit up your injured. Badly." He frowns. The witcher lays back obediantly. Tired eyes scanning his surroundings. He nods and seems to relax. And the dread in the pit of Jaskiers stomach dissipates.

" I tended the injuries I could find." He starts quiet, just barely a whisper and then more confidently. " I'm sorry Geralt. Really. I- I am so sorry." He gets a grunt and the two stare at each other for a while. Geralts features hard, but he must see something in Jaskier that tells him undoubtedly that these words are true, because his brow unpinches and his jaw relaxes. The witcher let's out a long sigh. Then pushes himself up into a sitting position. and Jaskier goes from concerned his friend won't forgive him to concerned his friend is going to run off and never come back and die alone in the woods to hes not moving but now I can see his back, oh God I can see his bakc in the span of a single breath.

"Your wounds are serious! Geralt you really shouldn't --"

" Stop, Jaskier. There's a--"

"Oh yes indeed. Stay put. I'll just grab the supplies." So he gathers up a fresh rag and the water he's kept warm and the salve and bandages. The needle and threading. Finally he settles himself behind Geralt and neither speaks. He hears the witcher inhale against the sting of the antiseptic.

"Two vials of Swallow. One when I found you. One 6 hours later, when I could see to get back to camp." He says dutifully, never looking away from his work. These arn't nearly as bad as the others. He works quickly so he can properly bandage the mess.

"Hand me the bandages." He says pulling the last stitch tight. And Geralt let's out a pained grunt as he reaches for them. Jaskier doesn't hesitate to begin winding them around the witchers torso. Arms bracketing the larger man far to intimately in the process. He pulls them just tightly enough, with well and overly practiced ease. He hesitates, then he moves back to Geralts side.

He doesn't speak, just breathes. He's said his peace. He doesn't flinch under Geralts scrutiny as the man continues to look at him.

"Your eyes seem bluer."

"Crying." He says after a moment of silent panic.

"Hmm…. I'm sorry too."

And he actually chokes on his own spit. What? He looks at Geralt and stretches a hand out to touch his forehead but the witcher holds eye contact.

"Well then. I guess were squared away now?"

A nod. "I'm tired Jaskier." The witcher says eyes soft and unfocused as he reaches out a hand to brush fingers against the bards flushed cheek.

"Then sleep, Geralt. I'll stay."

"I'll always stay."

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 years

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Geralt x injured reader part 2

Ok so here's part two, hope you like xoxo

Warning: cursing, injury,

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The sweet scent of fresh bread wafted through the air and into your nostrils. Hmmm I wonder where that's coming from. Wait a minute...it all came back to you in a flash, the misson, geralt and yennefer, the visser and Fuck..

Your eyes flung open and you shot up like a flare.

"Aghhh" fuck stupid injury, your hands flew around your torso, eyes sealed shut in pain. Note to self, no sudden movements until you were healed.

"You're awake!" Jaskier bounded over to you smashing you into a tight hug.

"Ow ow ow not so tight jaskier!" Hurridly he released you spewing out a string of apologies.

You finally got a chance to look around and saw that you were in the middle of the forest, on a pile of furs and geralt and yennefer were no where to be seen.

"Jaskier can you tell me what happened? I don't remember much" you managed to shift into a more comfortable sitting position.

Jaskier scratched the back of his head. " well I went to go check on you since you were lagging behind, then all of the sudden you were driving into my arms, you know y/n, If you wanted me that badly, all you had to do was say so" he teased. " we were all so worried...why didnt you tell us the visser had attacked you?" He asked serious now.

Fuck they knew..

Avoiding his gaze you thought for a moment, "I-I...well I didn't want anyone to worry I guess..." or maybe you didnt want to admit you weren't strong like you thought you were..

"Didnt want to worry us? Well thank god you made that decision because watching you fall off roach and writhe in pain was much more worry free" he rolled his eyes but softened his expression when he looked at you again.

"Well I'm just glad you're alright, besides I wont give you a lecture since I'm sure geralt has a long one at the ready".

Fuck...how had this gone downhill so fast.

"Geralt...was he mad?" You gingerly asked.

"I think furious was more like it" he held a finger up to his chin in thought.

"Although he was more worried than anything else, you should have seen his reaction when he saw your wound.."

"Hmm" you were definitely in trouble.

"Speaking of, where is everyone?" You looked around camp still not seeing anyone.

"Our dear witcher has gone off to slay the last visser, yennefer is assisting him in tracking it, they've been gone a while now".

"Jaskier could you help me stand please?" Scrambling up he carefully supported you into a standing position. "What are you doing?" He asked nervously. "You should still be resting".

"I'm fine, I just need to find a stream to wash up" you gained stability and began slowly walking forward. Jaskier hesitantly moved in front of you, "I really think you should just lay back down, geralt gave me specific-"

You cut him off with a glare,

"Jaskier I am covered with every possible bodily fluid, if I dont bathe I might die of disgust. Now please kindly move out of my way" he stepped aside grumbling how geralt would have his ass. "Fine then at least allow me to accompany you" he linked his arm through yours with a small smile. "Shall we, my lady?"

You shook your head, what a goof.

Speaking of goof, he made it a full 5 steps with you before tripping over an overgrown root, you lost your footing and went tumbling forward. So much for supporting me Jaskier...

Like a damsel in a romance novel you shut you eyes awaiting an impact that never came.

Strong arms gripped you firmly and you lifted your head enough to see the golden eyes of a very ticked off geralt.

He righted you upwards then turned briskly to Jaskier who was face down in a pile of mud. "Didn't I tell you to make sure she stayed in bed?". A grumble was heard as jaskier sat up and wiped at the brown gunk. covering his face.

Geralt sighed and turned back to you, his eyes intense and you swear you couldn't breathe. Wordlessly he bent down and swept an arm under your legs and behind your back. The quick movement making you wince. You had dreamed of Geralt taking you into his arms like a princess, but this situation was far from romantic.

Carefully he lowered you back onto the furs, you instantly began to protest, " I'm fine I can wal-" his glare swallowed up the rest of your words. Finding it suffocating you looked away.

He still hadn't said a word. A silent geralt was much more dangerous than any monster lurking in the forest.

Relenting you laid back down and turned onto your side.

Yennefer came over a short while later with a bowl of stew. "Here, you should eat something."

You gave a small smile, "Thank you.."

"How are you feeling?" She gently asked, helping you into a sitting position.

" I'm alright.." your eyes snuck a look at a silent geralt wiping off his sword. "Been better though.."

"Mmm" she followed your gaze.

"He was very worried you know" her purple eyes met your e/c ones. "He didnt let anyone help carry you, even roach.."

Wait what? "Geralt carried me?"

She nodded smiling, "mhmm, the sight of you high off palderberry juice( made that up too) was quite the spectacle" this time she was smiling ear to ear.

"Oh god no...he gave me palderberry.." a million embarrassing scenarios ran through your mind. Was he even more mad because you said something to him? Fuck.

"Don't worry, you didn't say anything too bad" she assured. You sighed and began eating, suddenly feeling very hungry.

After you finished your meal yennefer helped you wash up and finally you had enough strength too walk around. This time Geralt didnt protest.

Speaking of...

The witcher was sitting by the edge of camp quietly sharpening one of his swords. You decided to bite the bullet and slowly walked over. When you were standing right beside him, you felt the tension could drown you

"I-I.." you began but found it insanely difficult. Oh god this is so awkward...

"I'm sorry.." I said looking down.

Geralt halted his movements with a grunt, and looked straight forward.

"For?" He asked bluntly.

"For...for leaving camp when you said not to and not letting the visser get the better of me.."

The second I said that, Geralt stood up abruptly and faced me.

"That's what your sorry for??" He shook his head and walked passed you.

Huh? Why is he even more mad now?!

"Geralt wait! I don't understand..why are you still upset?" you caught up to him quickly and with no small effort either, you were still hurting and the sudden sprint wasnt not helping. Only when you felt yourself get dizzy did you stop to rest against a tree trunk. He noticed and turned around with a grunt.

"That is why" he pointed at your stomach.

" I know I know I shouldnt have let the visser get the better of me but I swear I'll train harder and-" he cut you off with an exasperated scoff.

"Did the visser hit your head too?!" He yelled getting closer to you. " I'm not angry because you got hurt! I'm angry because you got hurt and didn't say anything!"

"Oh...." you looked down feeling stupid.

"What were you thinking?!"

"I-I... I didn't..." somehow you found explaining yourself tougher than killing the visser. "I didn't want to be weak..." you whispered barely audible.

A look of confusion flashed across Geralts face. "Weak? What are you talking about? Whats really going on y/n, and dont you dare lie to me" his eyes bore into yours. Waiting for an answer.

The truth...the truth hurt to think about.

"I can't be weak geralt...I..." pausing to gather your emotions you continued, "I cant be left behind.."

His face softened when he saw the look on your face. "Why do you think I would leave you behind?" He placed a hand on your shoulder peering into your face.

" If I'm not strong enough to not be a burden, why would you keep me around.."

Your old master did the same thing, when someone new came along and was stronger he cast you aside.

Geralt gently gripped both your shoulders, "Hey, look at me"

Slowly you lifted your chin upwards, "I'm not him" he said referring to your old master he knew a little about. "I won't leave you behind." "Besides," he started with a teasing smile, "who else is going to drag my drunk arse out of stinking bars" he ruffled your hair and offered you his arm for support. With a smile you took it and walked back to camp together. By now it was nightfall and the others were in their tents. Geralt led you to your tent but before you went in he gripped your arm making you face him slightly confused. "Promise me something"

Cocking your brow at the sudden statement you nodded your head. "The next time you're injured you tell me immediately, you understand?". He was serious now and you felt bad for making him worry. "I will, I promise." Satisfied he let go and turned around to leave.

Without turning around he shouted back at you, "oh and y/n?"

You look up, "hurry up and get better, you're gonna make up for everything you said while you were "recovering" with training" you couldn't see him but he was smirking. "Starting with that kiss you forced on me" he walked away, not bothering to explain it was only on the cheek. Only leaving you wide eyed and hot faced.

FUCK...

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Lemme know if you guys would like more! I'm thinking of doing a few of these that lead up to geralt and reader actually ending up togther. I do like slow burns though. Anyway thanks for reading xoxo

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