#have this messy thing hhhh

[muzzleroars]

i gotta go to bed but i've been meaning to gush about p5 with you, cause im thinking while the rebeilion theme def could of been handled better i do like how it ends with the PTs going "no wait we don't need powers to make our voices heard"

like even tho my current system is broken and it would be better to completely get rid of it, this is the system we have, and you still can make a difference <---- idk its just really imporant to me to have a game say that

ok this answer will probs be kinda messy but i'll try!! p5's ending, imo, was always going to be difficult wrt its messages/themes because they acknowledge that the ultimate evil is society. which is great!! but how do you...beat it? since it's a commentary on real world issues, it could be very cathartic for the audience to see the characters overthrow it...or it could feel disheartening since that's not an option for regular people right now. like i see both sides of that. because it's for sure better to do away with how shitty the system is, but irl the average person definitely doesn't have that option. so p5 does the alternative, which is to say that you can affect change in your life and for those close to you - essentially that's what akira does throughout the game with his confidants. he's not changing the world or the system, but he is helping people through it toward a better life. and we should totally strive to change society since it's so inhumane, but it's important to keep an internal locus of control and focus on what you can do as an individual as well. because change will, unfortunately, be slow on a societal scale, so it's good for people to simply strive to do better individually. again, i wanna make it clear that change is necessary, that the system as we have it is super fucked and we should NEVER accept it, but i agree that it's nice to have p5 say you can, on an individual scale, little by little and day by day, make things better. you can make people happy. you can choose to be a small change for the better. and that's just kinda nice tbh

#it's handled better or worse individually of course #like again the makoto cop thing...uuugha #but overall it's good to give people a sense of control #that you CAN and DO affect things for the better #society must change but that's a massive collective effort #you have individual strength too #and you're needed as an individual as well #IDK i'm sorry if this is messy or weird sounding hhhh #bc i'm all for toppling this shitty system #BUT YEA I GET YOU #cake answers

[softie-rain]

ask for thoughts and you shall receive

I've just been thinking about patching them up after fights lately,, like if Billy (or cowboy!sej) stumbled in late one night after a fight. his lip is busted and he's all bloody, still slightly shaking with adrenaline,, shirt a mess and half unbuttoned,, hair ruffled,, you help him clean up and his skin is all hot :(( kissing him and getting a liiittle bit of blood in your mouth,, hhhh sorry i like cowboys

ogmgomgogmgogmgogomgogmbfwelaiu never apologize for talking about cowboys. I have a playlist called save a horse ride a cowboy to which I study to.

Imagine Billy ending up in a fight at the saloon, probably over something dumb like accusing the wrong guy of cheating at poker. He comes out as the winner but he's pretty messed up, like you know that scene in the show? the "let's fight with our fucking fists"???????? that scene makes me feel so many things I swear.

Having no one else to ask for help he comes to you, knocking at your door and praying you're still awake. When you open the door and see him standing all bloody, hair messy and lip busted your heart skips a bit. You immediately bring him inside and start fix him up without even asking questions (which he loves about you cause he knows he can always rely on you <33)

I have very vivid images of you laying him down on the couch and carefully fully unbuttoning his shirt, checking his chest for any wounds, and he just stares at you still slightly panting from the fight observing as you blush. And he starts grinning at you

As you check him out check if he's fine you accidentally hit a bruise on his ribs and he flinches away and kinda complains.

"How am I supposed to help you if I can't touch you?"

"Well, maybe you can try touching where it doesn't hurt, can't 'ya?" If you've seen Indiana Jones you know where this is going.

You sigh and nod, moving away a little. "Can you show me where it doesn't hurt, then?" He points to his stomach and you leave a small kiss there, backing away immediately after to see his reaction.

When you see how red he is in the face (you ignore that it could be for the fight) you keep going, leaving small kisses on every inch of his body he points at

and then points at his lips.

You slowly lean in and kiss him. He immediately draws you in with his hand immediately going to your hair. He tries to get you on the couch with him but he gets hurt again so he winces and you break apart, and you've got some of his blood on your own lips.

"I allowed you to steal my heart sweetheart, are you so desperate you want my blood too?"

and you get all flustered and he just laughs in an adorable way, but then his ribs hurt and it's your time to laugh

when he feels better he fucks you on the couch nice and easily cause yes

#billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid x you #billy the kid imagine #tom blyth #william h bonney

[gimmeurtmi]

after juno gave me brainworms about jisungie jerking off .......... can we ... consider ... kim seungmin ... jerking off 👉👈

like ... would he be the type to be impatient? or very patient? does he like toys? does he get completely naked? does he tease himself? overstim? would he be loud? o-or would he enjoy humping a pillow?? I need all your thots please if you have them

-may @skzms

if you have them. if. what a thing to say to me pfft

we know his thing is being diligent so really it makes sense that he’s proper about it. has it in his mind as part of his schedule for the day. refills his lube stash whenever he sees it’s getting low. brings water with him before getting into bed so he can easily hydrate. being patient and through and taking his time to give himself the session he deserves. taking care of himself is always a high. priority for seungie

but even a virgo needs to let loose a little and sometimes he’s not all that. sometimes he’ll tease himself, mainly for the mental challenge of it all, and it gets him so so whiny too. he doesn’t usually make any noise but if he’s trying to really push his limits he gets more vocal. low deep groans ugh ugh ugh and sometimes he’ll be so quick and needy about it just going as fast as he can while grunting from the effort of it

he has many toys!!!! he doesn’t use them often but when he does he loves trying new things and experimenting with them. if he comes across something that looks fun he’ll buy it but only after careful research and consideration and maybe even some market research finding the best price and the best quality toys <3

he usually gets naked but mainly as a hygiene thing he’s clean and proper so he doesn’t want his shirt to get messy BUT if he’s jerking off before a shower or something he might just keep it on because he’s gonna get rid of the shirt anyway. with his gray sweats (ugh) if it’s cold out he might keep them on and tease himself through the fabric but only until he’s needy enough to push them off to his thighs hhhh

and lastly i offer you: if it’s been a really long day and he doesn’t have the energy to do too much he’ll hump his pillow while closing his eyes and letting his imagination run wild and circling his tip softly and since he’s tired and overwhelmed he’ll moan maybe a bit too loudly when he finally spills all over his pillow ughughugh

#ask #anon #hard thoughts #seungmin thoughts #oh myyyy #may 💕

[jhjluvs]

i see you write piss related things and that’s probably my biggest kink ever i LOVE piss. jiwoong piss related hcs pls?

nonnie i love piss too you’ve come to the right place!! m just a nasty girl hnngh i can’t help it >.< this is sooo messy n probably bad oops… nonetheless hope u enjoy lovie (i might write a proper drabble or oneshot based on part of this hehe) 🫶

godddd i jus know jiwoong would just love making you hold for him :(( he loves seeing you all desperate and whiny, teary-eyed as he gives you more water to drink even when you complain s’too much, woong!! but he doesn’t care :( wants to see you piss yourself and make a mess for him he’s such a big meanie !!

it’d be even worse (or better depending on how you look at it) if he’s feeling daddy dom…. jiwoong would fuck you sooo good n rough, holding you down by the waist with his pretty hands till you’re crying on his big thick cock and shaking as you cum,, he’d keep fucking you through your orgasm even as you warn him loudly that something else is coming :( such a mean daddy he’d def tell you that he won’t let you cum unless you make a mess for him with piss,, and and he’d keep going till you’re screaming on his cock, would keep fucking you senseless till you’re letting go completely around him hes Crazy :(( his soft voice would be praising (or degrading heh) you the whole time, telling you what a messy little baby you are for daddy and how pretty you look all desperate and pathetic as you’re pissing all over his cock and making a mess for your daddy like you were told to hhhhh the sex would be so so messy and so wet but jiwoong doesn’t care just wants to see his baby girl all whiny and desperate for him :(

like i said he’d be soooo mean :( calling you a dumb slut or stupid baby if you say you can’t hold anymore… i have a feeling jiwoong would make you hold as long as you can and it’s only when you’re crying and begging for permission to piss yourself bc you can’t hold it anymore that he’d say just let go, baby, piss yourself for daddy, and he holds your waist as you fully let go for him… your undies get soaked and there’s a puddle of your piss on the floor or the bed but you don’t care!! it felt so good to make a big mess like that after all!! jiwoong would help get you off right after too methinks, as a reward for being such a good baby making a mess for him with piss, he’d stuff you full of his fingers or cock and fuck you sooo good till you’re sobbing again in his lap, crying so hard and whining about needing to cum for your daddy :(( he’d get such a power trip from it all too, knowing he’s the one that makes you piss yourself and the one that makes you cum so hard you see stars !!

ohh and if he wants to piss inside you… it’s embarrassing for him to admit it but you agree bc it sounds super hot and he’s weirdly excited,, woong fucks you so good anyways but when he’s abt to piss he’s so whiny even though he’s your dom,, just got so weak at the idea of pissing in your pretty cunt :( when he finally does piss in you jiwoong would lose his mind, keeps fucking into you the way you like bc he wants you to feel good too!! wild praise you so sweetly as he comes after and fills you up again, calls you his pretty baby or his sweet little thing even when he’s using you as his own personal fucktoy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and and then bc he knows you just be close too he whispers you can come, angel, knowing that so much of him inside you is driving you crazy in a good way!! he’d be rough too the whole time, would have you shaking and sobbing around his length bc he just feels really good fucking into your tight little cunt :( his cum and piss would feel so good inside too, so warm and there’s so much of both it’s soo much n it’s so hot knowing jiwoong’s been inside you in more ways than one 😵‍💫😵‍💫 he makes you feel so full n bred too hhhh you’re jus his messy baby :((

and bc im Crazy sub woong would be sooo cute holding for you too omg :(( such a precious kitty for his mean mommy :( would beg and squirm under your body as you fuck yourself on his cock, pressing your hand firmly on his tummy right near his bladder,, poor baby would get sooo desperate, he’d ask so politely for you to let him piss in your cunt too what a considerate kitty!! and of course you’d let him piss inside when he begs so nicely, you might even let him fuck you too but either way he’s a whimpery moaning mess by the time he’s close enough to cumming, poor baby would piss so much too… his big cock would fill up his mommy’s pretty cunt as he lets go inside of her tight heat n make her sooo messy just like she wanted :((

#happy bday 2 me #i felt so crazy writing this #don’t count how many times i said mess it’s not important #alsooo if any1 wants to send me asks regularly u can!! and if u wanna use an emoji so i recognize u that’s ok too <3 #anyways thank u nonnie for the ask it made me crazy #zb1 hard hours #jiwoong hard hours #☆. ˚ ₊ 𓏸 * #tw // dubcon #tw dubcon #tw // piss #tw piss

[bigsnzstanacct]

Do y’all want some not actually finished, not-proofread, possibly very wack F/ellow Tr/avelers fic? Well you’re getting it either way cuz I want attention. Will probably revise and possibly extend soon. It doesn’t even have a name, maybe it is just a Drabble that got out of hand but you know what I haven’t read any snzfic for this fandom and that is a crime. Below the cut, violently not-proofread!

“HHHHHEEEEEAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHhhhhooooooo!!” He announced his presence with a sneeze, a nearly-shouted roar that sputtered out into a quieter, albeit wetter, finish.

“Skippy…!” He called out, faux-anger threaded through his voice. “You’re in trouble now, Skippy!”

Said “Skippy”, also known as Tim Laughlin, peeked his head out of one of the apartment’s bedrooms, chest bare, nostrils pinkened at the rims, face still full of the evidence of the cold he was still getting over—and that Hawkins was just falling into. “Huh, Hawk? Me, in trouble?” Mock-innocence the response to Hawk’s faux-angry call. They both knew this dance, and loved it.

Hawkins was on him suddenly, grabbing the thinner man in his arms and kissing him with intent. “Yeah, big trouble. You heard that sn-sneeze didn’t you?”

“Yeah, me and most of DC, you moose. Last time I heard a noise like that I was at the National Zoo.”

“Me? A moose? You’re just adding to the trouble you’re in, aren’t you?”

“Always do.” Tim said with a smirk, leading Hawkins into the bedroom, where he sat, limbs splayed alluringly. They were silent a moment, just holding each other’s gaze. Until Hawkins’ started to waver, a hand drifting idly up towards his nose. Tim’s smirk widened. “So what am I in trouble for, Mister Fuller?”

“You—snf!—you know what you’re in t-trouble for, you—snf!—y-you dirty little thing you, you gave me your… your hehhhhh… hehHHH…” his broad bare chest leapt with the urge. “your HHEHHHHhhh… gonna…!” The barest flicker of warning, before the inevitable was bouncing off the walls and making the windows rattle in their casements: “AAAEEEEHHHHHRRRSSCHHOOOOOO!” He bellowed. “Damn, sorry about that Skippy… never did figure out how to keep that qui… quiet… here’s a… gotta… notherone…! Huhhh! HUUUUURRRRRSSSCCCHOOOOOO!!!” Tim playfully covered his ears, smiling up at Hawk and sniffing himself.

“Awwww… did big bad Hawkins catch a little cold in his nose?” He teased. “Is that why you’re making all that racket? Just cause of little old me?” They’d been turning the tables more lately, but somehow they always found themselves back in this position: Hawkins towering above his Skippy, Skippy sitting on the bed, looking up at Hawk with at least two contradictory emotions in his eyes. At first, desire and terror. In the bad times, love and hate. In the best times—like now—naked adoration and stubborn defiance. An unwillingness to break and an insistence on being broken. That look stirred the most dangerous parts of Hawkins, in the most delightful ways.

Hawkins drew closer, lifted Tim’s chin, mostly so he could place his big hands near Tim’s neck. “Yeah… you made me sick, you little ball of germs. If you weren’t always sneezing and snotting all over this apartment, maybe I’d still be able to do my very important job.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Seem to recall you not minding that sn-sneezing and snotting at a-all… speaking of wh… which…” Hawk just smiled. Sometimes it seemed like Tim was allergic to the very word “sneeze.” Between the poor guy’s allergies and a cold in his nose, he was always on the verge of a big, messy sneezing fit.

“Hhhhh… hhhettcchhOOO! Hhhh-hehhhh! EEETTttttt-chhooOOO! Wh-whoa bihhh… big one… hehhhh…. hhettschh… ettscchhooo… hehhshhooo… yyeeeEEttschhooo... Ettssscchhhhh-OOO!” God Tim’s sneezes drove Hawk wild. The little wet, itchy, rapid-fire ones that spilled out on top of each other, as though his nose was so crowded with sneezes he could hardly get one out before the next was fighting to escape; the ones that went all cutesy and high-pitched at the end, almost as though he was surprised his nose tickled so much, the pitch raising at the end like a question. And then there was how intensely itchy he looked, his nose wriggling and alive, like it was trying to escape his face, his whole face scrunching in and then suddenly everything wide open: mouth lolling, eyebrows climbing, nostrils flaring and then…

And then it all started over again. And again. And AGAIN. It made Hawk breathless in a very different way than his own sneezes. It made him hunger, it made him want. It made him hard.

“Look what you did to me.” Hawk said, clutching at his thickened endowment, the bulge visible through his slacks. Tim sniffed, eyes still misty, nose clearly note done with him. But he couldn’t help but notice that. “That’s what you’ve been doing to me all day. Making me sneeze, with your cold in my nose. Making me think about you sneezing, losing control, falling apart for me, so pretty.” He was getting greedy now, pawing at Tim, squeezing his ass, kissing at his neck. “Could barely get through work, you want them to find out I’m a double fuckin’ pervert?”

They each froze a moment, their still-precarious positions and the memory of the time when they were more precarious still a nearly-open wound. But then Tim sneezed again, soft and pliant: “hhcchhssss…. huh… hittscchh!” And Hawk’s eyes were on nothing but Skippy.

“Bless you,” he said, soft and dangerous and hungry and adoring.

And then slacks were coming off, mouth on mouth, mouth on neck, hands everywhere, fingers and spit right where they needed to be, and then Hawk was behind Skippy on the bed, pressing into him, his weight on Skippy’s back, his hard length pressing against Skippy’s ass.

“You still gotta…?” Hawk asked.

“All the t-time, Hhahhhh… Hawk…”

“Can you… while you ride me?”

“Isn’t that how you caught my cold in the first place?”

“Don’t care. Need it. All over me, please, Skippy.”

“Need it?” Skippy asked, turning around to look at Hawk.

“Need it.”

“So what are you gonna do for your boy? When he gives you what you need? Are you gonna give me what I need?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t throw that word around Hawkins, you don’t mean it.”

“No fair, Skippy.”

“Life’s not fair, H-hahhh… hahhhhhh…” Tim’s nose chose that moment to act up, but despite his body’s betrayal (his body’s endless betrayals, when it came to Hawk), Tim hadn’t given up the implicitly negotiated upper hand. He put a finger under his nose, pressed hard. “You w-want me to l-let this loose, don’t you?”

Hawk nodded, and suddenly looked so much like a puppy that Tim almost dissolved into giggles.

“A-ahhh… all o-over you, yeah?”

Another nod.

“Stay with me tonight. Let me—snf!—take care of you.”

Another nod.

Tim barely managed a quick “ohthankgod” before the floodgates opened.

“ettscchhh! yyetttschh! hetchhhh! ettcchhhhhh! Huhhhh… eeYYettschhOOO! Heyyyy-SHOOOO! huhhh… eeeeYYESHH-OOOO! Ah!” They started fast and furious, grew luxurious and free and messy as the lingering cold sneezes in Tim’s nose took over. He ended on a sharp exhale, as he sank onto Hawk. It had taken some practice, learning to take dick in the middle of a sneezing fit. But Tim was a very, very fast learner. And seeing Hawk like this. Spread out under him, wrecked and open, more even than he was when Tim was inside of him, Hawk’s pupils blown wide, nothing else in his mind but Skippy, Skippy, Skippy, Skippy’s nose, Skippy’s ass, Skippy’s chest, Skippy’s wet eyes, closing… closing again as his head tipped back and…

“eeYYYYYEETTSSCCHH-OOO! Oh! Shit, bless me.” Tim murmured. It was easy, now that Hawk was inside him. He barely made any effort to move, knowing too much would send Hawk over the edge early. No, he just let his body have free reign. His sneezes always tended to make him double over or bend at the waist, he just gave them a little more free reign to move his body.

Hawk keened beneath him. “Fuck, fuck, big one Skippy, fuck…”

Tim managed to snark around the urge: “is that a rehhhh… requeahhh… AAAAHHTTSCCHHOOOOOOO!!” Tim sure acted like it was, his voice falling fully into the sneeze in a way it rarely did. Hardly a duplicate of Hawk’s beastly roars, but definitely on the loud side for Tim, tearing out of his throat like Hawk’s desire was a physical thing, had reached in and ripped it out of him. It was often like that for Tim, as though the sheer force of Hawk’s wanting made Tim’s body capable of things it had no ability to do before.

“Shit, Skip, I’m not gonna last…”

“Shhhhh… d-don’t… don’t… aapppsshHHHH! Hahhh… ppllleesshhhhh!! EeeYYYYYeesscchhhhOOO!” The sneezes weren’t stopping, and they were only getting wetter, the bursts of spray on Hawk’s torso no sooner cooled than Tim replaced them with another.

Tim recovered with a firm sniff, in control enough to say, “don’t worry, we’ve got a while.”

[batsvnte]

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 • 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

Pairing(s): Blade

Sypnosis: The experiences that the two of you went through never slips his mind. Not during months of hiding away after the day of your death

Warning(s): mentions of scars/blood/death, slight yandere Blade, angst (?), ooc maybe, not proofread

Song used: Paris, Texas by Lana Del Rey feat. SYML

Word Count: 1.8K

Notes: black fem!reader (she/her pronouns) with probably the most ooc Blade ever- this is more of a Drabble that i put together because my minds been everywhere. Idk much about him except with some key factors about his personality so this is gonna be messy hHhH-

When everyone’s stars bright

They say there are five stages a grief.

Nobody knew it was gonna happen. It took them by surprise. One of the sides had low thoughts about the event that took place, figuring that it was one less hunter to deal with, but held some sympathy to the ones that knew her. Another side grieving silently among themselves. Knowing that it was gonna happen one of the days of being afflicted with them. Someone who was a less known but considered an wanted criminal with nothing else to show of themselves. The one side though was in a mixture of emotions. All of them were foreign to him.

Blade didn’t know what to do. The events repeating in his head over and over again in his hand like a never ending cycle. It didn’t take him long to realize what has happened to you. He figured it out to quickly. Frozen in his spot as the news of your death finally became official. Staring with his cold eyes at nothing in particular. The hunters he was close to could tell what he was feeling at that moment. Despite his emotionless nature he strangely couldn’t control what his mind was taking him through.

Brighter than you are

Denial.

The missions were progressively getting quicker. He would’ve set a record for the hunters for how fast he would complete the mission. No words being said, only Kafka’s voice being heard through the ear piece he wore. Every now and then Silver Wolf would say a remark, but neither heard any snarky remark come from Blade. Only a hum of agreement or disagreement. Or nothing at all. They would be use to the silence he gave before but now he won’t utter a single word to them.

No matter Kafka’s words about you, he can’t bring himself to leave sleek black helmet that you left behind. Finding it on the ground in the midst of the chaos was the only thing left of you that he can keep ahold of. Blade carried it back to the hideout as if it was the last thing he could ever hold onto. Aware that at some day it could be stolen away from him for whatever reason there may be. Might that day ever come to, Blade would track down the person who had stolen it. If he were to find a single scratch on it he would make sure the person would be dealt with thoroughly.

It’s gotten to where it was locked away into his room. Leaving it on a place where he can have a full view of the helmet. He could never bring himself to rid of it. He could never bring himself to let anyone else in your room that was quickly abandoned. Any new recruit would be met with the sharp end of his sword threatening to slice through their neck. Being given no explanation as to why they can’t enter the room.

They either walk away unscathed with no answers, or find themselves bleeding on the floor drawing their last breaths.

It’s time to go

Anger.

It was confusing to tell who it was directed to. On occasions during the mission he would relentlessly fight the ones who stand in his way. Leaving nothing but the dark crimson of their blood to be left of them. Taking his rage out on the world around him for taking away the one person, who dare say this, stole his heart. He might even snap at his own teammates for bringing your name out of their mouths.

What reason do they have to be speaking about you. Don’t they know that he’s grieving too?

But he was also angry at himself. Angry that he couldn’t have the time to get to know you better. Angry that he didn’t hold onto you to get you back. Why else would he be destroying the empty room in a fit of rage once he’s reminded of what happened that day. Blade couldn’t forgive himself for letting you slip away from his grasp. Your warmth he so desperately held onto to escaping his hands.

No matter how many people have fallen to his sword he could never satisfy the rage that clawed at his mind ruthlessly.

And you’re the only one left

Bargaining.

Moments when he’s alone Blade would be in your room. Viewing the items in your room that he never got to ask questions about. The tech that you kept hidden from everyone else that at first made them suspicious, but have grown fond of the type of ideas you have to improve their weapons.

Blade wouldn’t be so accepting finding that his sword is enough but lingers to hear what you have to say for Kafka’s guns. Making sure that they weren’t jammed for the mission and fixing them up if she ever got into a mishap.

He wouldn’t deny it to himself that he hopes that you miraculously come back to the hideout. Walking around with the light steps you take that you instinctively gotten use to having in order to surprise him once he turns the corner. Though you earned no reaction to what your scheme was directed to him, there would be a conversation following up to it. Blade is always reminded of the things he has said to you. The things he wished he had asked sooner.

What makes you so confident to go on this mission with me?

Why are you so fond of me?

Why did I have to let go of you?

Why couldn’t I save you sooner.

Dancing while they’re on the floor

Depression.

Blade hides his face from the world during the midst of the nights. Running to different planets and using disguises to go about his day never ceases to slow him down. It never felt the same ever since that day. The hopes that somehow you survived. Lingering around for the chance to run back to the hideout and return back into his arms is what he longs for. Blade’s aware that it wouldn’t happen.

He can’t look back on the memories he has with you. The black helmet that sits in his room is a reminder about one thing about you. He’s never gotten a single glimpse of your face. None of the hunters have except Elio. Another part of why they were suspicious of you from the beginning. One might think it would add onto the fact that you didn’t want to be recognized out in public and chased on the spot. Blade took the chance to ask this one question about you though.

“Why do you wear a mask everywhere you go?”

There was a short pause on the conversation at hand. Blade’s eyes were locked onto you regardless, waiting for an answer to his question.

“..I have a scar going across the right side of my face,” you blurted out suddenly. “I just found it better to just have a mask on. Besides, I don’t want to be hunted down the moment I walk out of a store.”’

‘I dont see the point of that when you’re hiding a face that’s beautiful’

How he wished he would say that to you. Finding it impossible to view every moment he had with you with no clear vision of your face. A blank canvas that he wished to have engraved in his mind to see your smile. The moment he learned about the scar on your face, he wondered how you got the scar.

Who was stupid enough to hurt you and forced yourself to hide your face from the world?

How could they bare enough courage to hurt someone like you?

Though wasn’t fully sure if the scar you mentioned came from an accident that was caused, or by someone with the intent of hurting you. He couldn’t tell. Blade never saw what you looked like, not even on that day that you died.

Time to go

Acceptance.

Was this something he could live with? Every day is an never ending cycle for him. He is always reminded of what happened, which ends with him holding the helmet in his hands or being in your room in the middle of the night staring at all the items that filled the room. He could tell right away that the others have moved on. Was he the only one still holding onto what remains of you. Being the fact that he always found some sort of way to remember you.

Blade knew he needed to move on. Accept that you were gone and that you may never return. But something kept holding him back.

Maybe it was the lingering stares he would get once he’s out in public in his disguise. Figuring that it might be a guard from the planet he is hiding out in for a mission that might have suspicion of him. He could never find the eyes that looked at his direction. Blade often find himself taking quick glances towards a particular individual who’s back was always turned. Head casted downwards as she held something in her hands. His mind going concluding that she might’ve recognized who he was or had an feeling about his identity. He could only sneer lowly at those thoughts as he turns away from her, walking the opposite way to avoid any other direct confrontation.

Or maybe it was the little words spoken to him in the forms of apologies. Accidentally bumping into the same person not even an few hours later in the midst of a busy crowd. He swore he could barely hear what she had to say but pieced together what came out of her mouth.

“Sorry.”

It was just a small apology. That was all that it was. Why couldn’t Blade help but stare at her as she disappears from his sight and into the crowd. Why couldn’t he move from his spot to get to where he needs to be. Why did he want to go after that person who ran into him. All of these questions filled his mind to the very brim. He couldn’t explain why he has the urge to go find whoever it was that bumped into him. Blade’s mind was occupied with the thoughts of the one who he subtly met.

He was gonna make sure that whoever it was, he wasn’t going to let them go.

Never have I ever written an entire thing like this and finished it in one day dayum—

Wanted to contribute the to HSR content so I got some Blade going through the four five stages a grief so I hoped you enjoyed reading this

#ghouul #ghouul writings #blade hsr x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail #hsr blade #blade x reader #blade hsr #hsr x reader #hsr drabbles #hsr oneshot

[bumblehoneybee]

aaaaaaa hi me again, so glad you adore my silly little guys, I’d absolutely be more than happy to tell you more about them! Puppylove is supposed to a lil Cupid(hence the tiny wings), delivering valentines around and such! She teaches about all the different kinds of love one can experience! She’s silly and a bit coy and has a tendency to be a little clumsy due to her habits of getting overly exuberant while delivering gifts/valentines. Smittenkitten is the more elegant of the pair! He enjoys dabbling in the fancier things in life and sharing those things with his friends! Where Puppylove is all about the different kinds of love, Smittenkitten teaches about the different ways of expressing that love! While he can be an eensy bit vain at times, he has a kind heart. They balance eachother out, with Smitten helping remind Puppylove to slowdown sometimes and take care of herself, and Puppylove helping him loosen up a bit and get out of his comfort zone to try new things! More simpler fact about them are that Smittenkitten is French and Puppylove is Irish! Smitten enjoys doing ballet, and while Puppy isn’t the most graceful like him, she still loves dancing with him anyways! She also loves making chocolate treats! She can get a bit messy with it though, but she’s simply passionate about sweets! While Smitten refrains from the cooking part(ok maybe Puppy gets more than just a BIT messy) he will never say no to helping Puppylove decorate her sweet treats to perfection once the main bits over! They are roommates too :3 thank you for coming my silly Smiling Critters oc Ted talk XD

Wooooooooooooohoooooooooo!!!

Fucking LORE OCLOCK PEOPLE

Hell yes. Hell fucking yes! I love them. The yin and yang of one another, the perfect pair! They are so so lovely and they’re so good and cute and I wanna bury my face in them and scream

God, I can see them being good friends with all the original cast! Especially Bobby since they’re all about love. Do you have any ideas for stuff like that? Them with all the critters? Who’s their favs? Rival? Enemies 👀👀

Lolol they’re so cute! You should be so proud of yourself because they are just so lovely! I can practically see them with the main cast easily! They’d fit right in, especially for a Valentine’s Day special!!

Hhhh you’re making me wanna flesh out my own little critter!!! Do you do commissions? I’d love to commission some stuff!!!

[hey-hamlet]

I would like to dig the HPSC hole a little deeper in Indentured for Life, specifically internationally, “Troublemaker” (as considered by Japans HPSC) Quirkless folks visiting Japan sometimes disappear, they’re discovery strains things, badly, with the US and some European Countries. (Could someone be teaching Izuku and others English or their own Languages (German, French, Spanish, Finnish, etc.) during down time, just to keep some flickering hope going? Probably. Do they take advantage of the chaos around them to get the hell out of dodge and to any nearby legations? (Or the confirmed safety of All Might?) Most Definitely.

Hhhh ur so right. I'm on board with the classic 'because quirks started in SE asia, they have the smallest quirkless population' headcanon. There is no canon evidence supporting it, but I still love it. Ooh - coupled with the fact japan has the quirk giving and taking boogie monster, I wonder if a lot of quirkless people still take the risk? Hmmm.

Anyway, because of that, the EU has very strict laws about the equal treatment of the quirked and quirkless. Izuku knows a lot of German, English and French (he bonds with aoyama, and then reveals why he knows french and aoyama has a horrific panic attack), a little of a messy hybrid Spanish/Italian, and a decent chunk of Romanian.

Izuku makes sure all of them with homes to return to get taken to their country's embassy, and has to serve as impromptu translator a few times.

#asks #bnha au #indentured for life au

[lesbianoms]

Oh, baby, I'm so glad you enjoyed that one, here's another for being such a sweet little baby~

It's such a rainy day, and you've forgotten your umbrella! Standing under the canopy they sprinkles lightly on you, you hear a quiet whisper calling for your attention...

A rather tall woman stands near the woods, beckoning you closer, like she can help...

As you walk over, she looks down and smiles warmly, a small bulge in her tummy being obvious.

"Where to, sweetie?"

You tell her your destination, and she pats your head for trusting her so much.

She then picks you up and swallows you whole, as you slide down her tight, warm gullet, and land in her tummy, flopping onto a soft pillow with a hefty Phoof!

She rubs her belly and after a short moment of ecstasy(for her, not you~), she walks through the forest, her stomach noisily protesting your presence as she suppresses digestion...

It's a very long travel, and she stops to nap for one point, laying on the grass and nodding off for a while, leaving you unsupervised...

Her stomach can finally work as intended, bubbling as the acids rise and you melt into pudge on her soft tummy...

When she finally wakes up, she looks down to her tummy which took you as victim, and sighs.

She would have loved to have kept you with her...

Keep being a good little prey for mommy and maybe I'll eat you up myself, sweet thing~

Ughhhh its so hot that her digestive system is holding back until she falls asleep~

Her waking up and just feeling that I've churned up into a gooey, messy soup within her belly... hhhh I love that, such a wonderful fate for a prey like me 💕

I enjoyed it of course, but it's not like I can tell her that. Unless she speaks stomach gurgles... and its so sweet that she wants to carry me around inside her... hhhh so sexy, being a passenger inside her round, hot, wet gut~

And god yes, GOD I would love for you to eat me... maybe I'll be a little bad beforehand, so you can "punish" me...

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #asks #vore asks #fatal vore #digestion #female pred #im imagining it as #half size vore #in love with this scenario <3

[cryptidsncurios]

@cursedfortune sent: belated/early munday question: horror stories you're ride or die for? it can be from any media.

Eyyy, guess what, it’s munday now, so thanks for the question friend! To start, my blanket statement concerning my faves is that I absolutely love any story that explores the unknowable, the unexplainable, and the extraordinarily eldritch. Cosmic and monstrous horror is MY. JAM. I’m into the gore, the body horror, the things that are just TOO. BIG. for our brains to comprehend so they just.. yknow… explode. Bonus points that I am a notorious terato and appealing monster designs are just……. hhhh

So in terms of specifics: it’s sad that Lovecraft was such an asshole, bc honestly some of his stories serve as the cornerstone for a lot of my inspo, primarily his works like Call of Cthulhu, At the Mountains of Madness, Beyond the Wall of Sleep, Dagon, The Shadow Over Innsmouth, and etceteraaa. Thankfully, his ideas have since been better adapted for people who AREN’T raging bigots like himself, which is why I HAVE to give a big shoutout to Lovecraft Country, of which I’ve only read the book but I hear the show is awesome too.

And nooooow let me kinda do this by categories with some of the highlights off the top of my head:

Movies:

The Thing (or anything John Carpenter tbh)

Hellraiser (plus the book Hellbound Heart, and just Clive Barker in general)

The Ritual

The Void (the ultimate love letter to practical effects horror, would recommend 10/10)

Color Out of Space (also the short story, plus I gotta credit Nic Cage, his performance was actually fantastique)

Shows:

EVERY. SEASON. OF. CHANNEL. ZERO. No lie, it's AMAZING. (And it's not like American Horror Story that's like.... icky to me, ngl. Some parts of that are cool, but then others are.... yuck. iykyk

Uuuuh tbh haven't watched too many shows, but I do have every intention to watch The Last of Us (as well as play it)

Books:

Tomie (and like, ALL of Junji It's stuff... so can we get some love for Junji Ito heeere!!)

Frankenstein

Camp Damascus

And I'm working on reading Shadows Over Baker Street now, which is like, if Sherlock Holmes was in the world of HP Lovecraft and so far it's WICKED SICK and Neil Gaiman writes the opening short story A Study in Emerald and I love that man, he is a fantastic human being)

Also since I'm on the subject of Gaiman, Coraline gets a mention

The Turn of the Screw (read in college and the first paragraph is a doozy but the ending HIT ME)

Video Games:

Silent Hill (any time it's foggy I'm like "i..it look..looks liiike....... o_o u know what... O-O )

The Evil Within (both games---they have their problems, but the haunting atmosphere is A+++ (well, in-between all the... horrific dying... pffff))

And like……. whatever it is that’s going on in Kojima’s silly little mind

Also I would like to give a shout out to the comedy/horror genre, like the Evil Dead series (Bruce Campbell, pls slide into my DMs), Dude Bro Party Massacre III (I'm not sure this counts as horror??? but OH lord my brain is still trying to wrap around this insane mess and I need people to watch it), and Tucker and Dale vs Evil.

So yeah, is a messy list tbh and there’s a ton more, but these ARE my ride or die picks and I'm sorry that this got so long but I have FEELINGS for horror aaaaaah

#sooorry i popped off like this i just lov... spoooooookyyyy #cursedfortune #ooc: screamy speaks

[itsohh]

Behave

A/N: Female reader, hhhh work intense.

Day 2: Roleplay

Word count: 1134

Warnings: smut, mentioned major canon character death

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

A loud shockwave echoed in the room. The man before you quickly straightened up and blinked a couple of times. There was an obvious arousal to his eyes but the flicker in the corner of his lips told you he was also rather amused by the entire situation. 

The pencil skirt left little to the imagination and showed off the shape of your ass to him while the white blouse exposed the bright red bra you wore. Added with the black pair of heels and stockings, the outfit was rather cliche, over the top and stereotypical. Exactly the way the pair of you liked it. 

A long ruler of your had snapped on the desk. The pair of you were in the office of your shared home where a dining room chair had been brought in to sit in front of the large desk. "Have you any idea why your in trouble today Mr Kötz?" The harsh tone to your voice covered any stifle of laughter that had bubbled in your chest. 

"No Miss."

You snapped the ruler down on the desk and he jumped dramatically. His eyes went from your cleavage to your eyes. "You have the nerve to be distracted while I'm trying to re-educate you? You're been a very bad boy."

"Yeah?" His eyes were hopeful and he swallowed before his tongue wet his top lip. 

"Thats a bad thing!" You stalked around to the front of the desk where he sat and slid onto the desk. Your heel lifted up and was put dangerously in between his two legs, just enough contact to push on it. The chair slid back and he paused. 

"Surely there must be some way I can make it up for you Miss. I can be a good student."

"Hmm, perhaps you could be let free with a show of good character and faith."

"Whatever you need, I'll do it." 

"You're a smart boy, Kötz. You can figure it out."

In all honesty, Elias didn't even bother try to keep his character. Immediately his hands snapped to your legs and felt it up. His wet kisses went right through the thin fabric on the fabric and soon he had fallen from the chair onto his knees and your leg was over your shoulder. 

Elias went directly for your cunt and started to lap and nip at it through the matching underwear. He gave no warning and his entire body moved like his tongue.

"Jesus Elias, give me a warning." You wanted out and your hand flew to his head. He paused at the sound of his first and and retreated back from in between your legs. 

"Sorry." He spoke with his whole mouth and made a wincing expression. 

"It's fine, get back in there." You tugged on his hair and he didn't need to be told more than once. Right away he started to suck on your juices. His hands gript onto your thighs, bit to keep them open but to stabilise himself. 

If there was one thing that man loved, it was feasting on you. His breath was warm on your cunt, a familiar feeling that somehow you never quite got used to. Elias had long since gotten used to being on his knees for you, how could he not? The man had surely spent at least two hundred hours pleasuring you from all your times together. A true expert in the craft that was your body. 

He knew exactly where to touch, exactly where to lick. He'd focus on your clit and move his way out before eventually alternating between small swipes of your entrance and long ones. 

"Someone's certainly working for their grade." You mumbled out while your nails raked through his perfectly messy hair. A small breath of air hit your skin as Elias snorted and laughed into you. 

"Oh please Miss, grade my oral exam well." Elias grinned into you and you couldn't help but slap a hand over your mouth as you let out a laugh. A laugh that turned into a moan as he continued his efforts. It was hard to laugh and moan at the same time but your body managed somehow. 

 One of his hands snaked up your leg and reached for your chest. Instinctively you snapped out the ruler onto his hand which caused him to snatch back and yelp. His big blue eyes peared at you and you tutted. 

"You had been doing so well Mr Kötz."

"Please Miss, just one touch." 

"One touch is all you're gonna get if you keep misbehaving. Now go-" Your voice was cut off by your phone ringing on the desk. 

A sigh left your mouth and you immediately picked it up  

"It's Yumiko." You quickly told Elias as he retreated from your skirt and sat back on his knees. 

"I have bad news, would you like to hear it in person or on the phone?"

"On the phone is fine, I'm here with Elias if you want to speak to the both of us."

"Yeah, put the phone on speaker." 

You followed her instruction and Elias stood up to be closer to the mic. 

"Yumiko."

"Elias. There's been a situation, the mission that Jordan, Tina and Eliza went on went poorly."

"Shit, what happened?" Elias breathed as his eyes went to yours. Whatever playful and sexual mood was in the room promptly dissolved and your brows furrowed. 

"It was a trap by Deimos, there was an explosion rigged to go off. Eliza's in critical care, she's in a coma. Jordans banged up and real right pissed."

"Nothing keeps him down." You mumbled and Yumiko let out a sound. 

"They found Harry in his office. He was shot by Deimos."

"What?" Your mouth gaped and your eyes locked on with Elias's. A cold shiver ran through your body.

"Harry's dead?" He asked for confirmation. 

"Yeah." Her voice was strong but had an edge to it, she was feeling the loss. 

"What about Cav?" 

"She's okay, she got out far faster than anyone else. Everyone else there managed to get out just fine. It was just the two of them."

"Fuck."

"We'll come back to base." Elias spoke. "Back into the country."

"You two don't have to- I know you're on break."

"I don't think either of us can enjoy a break at a moment like this. We want to help, we're at your disposal." You nodded towards Elias. 

"I'll make arrangements then. Thank you, both of you."

The call ended and you let out a breath. "He's gone, just like that. Fuck." You combed a hand through your hair. "I-I'm going to go take a shower."

"Come here." It didn't take long for you to accept his embrace, it was like a second nature. "We'll get him. I promise."

#r6s #r6s x reader #elias kötz #blitz x reader

[superwingscentral]

Pirate AU Masterpost (AU name pending)

since im a person who like to make aus that does not fit with the canon at all, im gonna go all batshit with this one lets go. i havent made proper aus in a long time hhhh

my english went scrawny all over in some places so im sorry for that :'D this post is also extremely messy so buckle up yall

They're gonna be humans in this AU, because I have no idea how to incorporate planes in a setting like this. (also i think it may or may not fit since 'advanced tech'...does not really exist. it isn't set during old times though, it doesn't have a clear time period because it isn't set in our earth.)

The characters don't have clear designs, but FYI, I'm personally going to use my own gijinka designs for visuals like 'screenshot redraws' in this.

Anyway...if you have questions or suggestions, you can ask away! (they help a lot to build my art/stories geniunely + also i think this post is all over the place oh god)

Some parts were inspired from the suggestions given by @stormvanari , ty so much!!!✨️✨️

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This world is filled with islands, but without a clear bridge between them. So the only and the safest way of transportation is with, well, ships. This includes supplies too.

Pist, one of the small islands, took charge of transferring supplies to the other islands due to its location, under the name of "World Delivery". "WD" in short. (the reason for that is the amount of way to the other islands are pretty much same. Although visitors are not really common in the island, even if it's in the center of the whole ocean. It's not a touristic place. People prefer going to Gire, or Dimdi.)

Jimbo-Sky-Storm are 3 of the residents in Pist, and they are in the charge of this delivering organization. Jimbo is the head of it, Sky and Storm are second-hands.

A client sends a letter to WD about what they want, and boom. If there are smaller orders, they'll be sent by small ships. If the order clashes with a supply delivery, it'll be sent with a big delivery ship. Still fast. (residents of pist usually go to there themselves to order. its close)

There is a factory in Pist to produce the supplies (although rumors say the trio uses an extra deal to make their delivery items because there are almost no workers in the factory...)

Storm manages the factory, Sky is in the charge of managing the delivery ships.

There are many ships that work directly for World Delivery HQ (most of them being Pist residents), but there are freelancer ships that come to help them from time to time.

(I divided them in a quite strange way honestly, because I didn't want to seperate the s1 quartet or some 'squads' sorry xP Also FYI: there are many ships. So they don't only consist SW characters. Think of them as...extras? yeah that. i wanna make them go on a long trip once and i dont wanna put wd out of business)

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The main ships in the AU (not all of them work in Pist but when they pass by they do work for them sometimes. i was gonna put them all under the same workplace but then scrapped that)

Speedy (they're still working on the name. the other three teases the hell out of jett because of this): Consists of only Jett, Dizzy, Donnie, Jerome. Smallest ship with a crew of only 4 people. They reside in Pist, and they're the only ship out of all the SW ships that is actively working for WD.

(well, except for the time they all suddenly disappeared one day on a journey. Turns out they sneaked out.)

Neptune: Mira, Bello, Swampy, Wily, Sparky, Neo. They never stay on islands, instead they live in their ship. It's bigger than Jett's, so it has extra rooms for other things like a greenroom. Speaking of, the crew has a reputation of making herbs and medicines due to their master use of plants (thanks to the captain and her first mate.) They pass Pist by all the time, and help them deliver things, mainly medicine.

Goldstar: Paul, Kim, Badge, and numerous other officers. They're a security ship, and Blackbird is number 1 on their hit list. They're usually sent by Miz, to catch thieves and sometimes to hunt monsters. (But the crew of Goldstar has no idea about what Miz is doing after they hand over the criminals or the monsters, because they're constantly on missions.)

Although their beef with Blackbird's captain is a personal case, not Miz's (mostly for Paul).

Loyalty: Grand Albert's restored historical ship. He travels between islands, along with his students (the top student being Narae) He used to be a famous adventurer that fought thieves who stole artifacts and returned them to their homeland, but now he retired and in prefarence of a slow, peaceful life. He's now sailing a ship-library and is open to visitors. Somehow pirates don't get too close to him.

He also has a granddaughter named Ellie (who is also his student) but she left due to her wish to sail to adventure with her own friends.

Galacti: The most mysterious ship possible. Nothing much is known about them, except for one thing: They're seen during the night. Their morals and goals are also unknown. They're also known as the ones who only know the safe ways to the North. And they home several magical artifacts: ancient spell books, weapons, mystic plants, etc. All of them are wanted by Miz, especially the captain.

Blackbird: The most notorious ship, with the crew of ruthless thieves. They love to mess with the other ships, they ambush the delivery ships while on their way, steal their goods, and scatter the 'useless' ones to the ocean for ships to crash on and sink.

Rumor say the captain Phantom used to navigate a security ship, and people wonder what led him down this path.

No one knows which islands are the crew is from, but they know for a fact that they can sail to the waters in South effortlessly. (The waters in South are also violent, so majority of security ships sunk in hopes of investigate the island.)

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Tech is a bit weird in this AU. It does not exist, but it does at the same time. Phones, internet, or holograms, those stuff doesn't exist, for example.

There's a thing. It's not a common thing, it's a rumor in some islands, it's forbidden to use or even speak of it in some islands–

It's magic. Yep.

Big islands like Miz forbid anyone to ever talk about. Ironically, the most powerful professional magic user is from Miz.

Small islands like Pist though, it's mostly a rumor in there.

Anyway, the magic in this AU mostly relies on spells. Only some certain people can do it. For example, rumor say the mysterious ship Galacti can use magic effortlessly (especially the captain). But the island of Miz, the island the captain is from, can't catch them because the ship is literally invisible.

There's also another type of magic. It's not like a 'wizard-y' type, or done with spells. It affects the physical appearence, like 'monsters'.

Sea creatures are the only known 'monsters' at the moment but there are some research for other possible 'monsters' alive.

There are 3 different sea 'monsters' rn:

The 1st type: Your good ol' cliche sea creatures. They live underwater all the time, cannot go up to surface. Some of them look like a giant squid but some of them have humanoid appearence (like sirens). They're the most common.

The 2nd is: Luca-style. They appear as humans when dry. One of the main ship captains is this. No wonder she rescues people so swiftly from the water? Also the new lackey in Blackbird too, but with the addition of a siren voice.

The third type is a curse that turns the person into a fish, then a bubble. They start to appear as scales under eyes, then ears start to look like fins. At the end of two days they will turn into a full fish, then foam (curse you little mermaid /j). It has a solution though, but it can only be found in the north side of the ocean. Sadly, most people who got cursed end up meeting their demise because the North is even harder to reach than South. The ones who do would still have some side effects like: constant need for hydration and the transformation into a mer-person when dove into water.

(this is completely inspired by that one episode where jett and jerome turn into mer...planes???)

〔 There is also another type of magic, but not a third-type. Instead it's a sub-category, because this one also relies on spells. But instead of performing with bare hands, an object like a wand is needed. 〕

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That's all! For now. I didn't write character introductions, because i didn't know where to put them in (alao the post would be way too long + i haven't written all of them yet.)

Idk if I write a fic based on this. Maybe I'll write snippets?

When I make the outfits, I'll maybe draw 'fake' screenshots?

#i hope this isnt too confusing #i left out some things due to my inability to organize them/having no idea where to put them without making the post more confusing 🥹 #gonna post the characters in an another post (so far i have only written jett dizzy donnie jerome) #super wings #sw au #au #curses & deliveries au

[big-snot-1997]

Caught

Spamton x Reader

---18+ ONLY---

900+ words

Contains: Sneeze kink, nose kink, sneeze inducing, messy sneezing, nose rubbing, contagion, interrogation, bondage, enemies to friends, hair sniffing, flirting, teasing

Additional Descriptors: Reader is gender neutral, Reader is a Lightner, Reader is not Kris, No use of (Y/N)

Synopsis: Spamton knows you stole something valuable from his shop, and he's interrogating you while he has a cold...which he soon realizes he can use to his advantage.

AO3 Link

What...? You slowly start to open your eyes. Where am I? You find that you're sitting down, and you look around and see that you're in Spamton's shop. Oh no. You try to stand up from the chair you're in, but it's as you suspected - you're tied down.

"SO..." You turn your head towards the sound of the voice, and see that Spamton is standing in a corner with a stern expression on his face. "I SEE YOU'RE [[Rise and Shine]], LIGHT nER." He sounds...congested?

"Spamton! Hey!", you respond with a nervous smile on your face. "Look, this has gotta be a misunderstanding-"

"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR [[Fun and G4mes]], [Little Sponge]," he answers, cutting you off and stepping closer to you. "I KNOW YOU STOLE MY [[Commemorative Ring]]."

You narrow your eyes at him. "What makes you say that?"

"A LITTLE [Maus] TOLD ME."

Your eyes widen in surprise. One of those little purple mouse things snitched on me? They can talk?

He notices the look on your face. "THAT'S RIGHT [Worm], I KNOW YOU [[Stolen]] IT." He pauses to cough. "TELL ME WHERE MY [[Commemorative Ring]] IS, AND WE WON't HAV3 ANY [Problems]."

You raise one eyebrow at him. "Or else what, big shot?"

"YOU DON'T WANT TO [[Click Here to Learn More]]," he threatens while pointing a finger at you. "NOW LET'S MAKE THIS [Quick]. I'VE GOT A [Nasty] [[Cyber Cold]]." He notices that him saying this makes you squirm.

"OH..." You see a sly look spread across his face, and he starts slowly walking towards you. "EAHAHAHA. YOU'VE GOT [Three] CHOICES, LIGHT nER. [One], YOU CAN GIVE BACK MY [[Commemorative Ring]]. [Two], YOU CAN [Fork Over] [[1997 Kromer]]." You don't have that kind of money.

"OR [Three]..." He leans in so close to you that the tip of his nose is pressing against yours. "THIS [[Cold]] CAN BE [Your Problem] TOO."

You gasp lightly and meet his eyes with a wide-eyed stare. He continues speaking. "IT'S GOT ME REALLY [[Sneezy]], SO IT'S ONLY A [Matter of time]...I SUGGEST YOU [[Spill the Beans]], [Sponge]."

"I'm not telling you anything."

"LOOKS LIKE WE'RE DOING THIS THE [[Hard way]]," he says before climbing on top of you and positioning himself so his nose is above your face and the end of it is resting on the top of your head. You can see how red the base of his nose is. He sniffs loudly and intentionally. "HEAR HOW [[Stuffy]] IT'S GOT ME? FEEL LIKE [Confessing] YET...?"

"O-okay," you begin, averting your gaze. "I...hid it in Cyber Field."

"YOU'RE A [[Terrible]] LIAR, [Angel]," he responds. "HHH...MY [Nose] IS STARTING TO [[Tickle]]..."

"Alright! Okay. You got me. It's...I sold it to someone. I don't have it anymore."

"TH3N WHERE'S THE [Kromer]??"

"Um..."

"I [Thought So]. I'M GETTING TIRED OF YOUR [[Dirty Lies]], [Sponge]. LET'S [Speed this along]." He leans forward and positions himself so that his nose is in your hair and takes a long, deep sniff, which makes your heart jump. "MMM...YOU MUST USE SOME [Strong-Smelling] [[2-in-1 Shampoo and Conditioner]]..."

He moves back to his previous position, and you see his nostrils flare. "HHHH...THIS IS YOUR- HIHH...YOUR LAST CHhhh-CHANCE LIGHT nER...JUST hhh- TELL ME WHERE Y0U HHHHEH- YOU PUT THE [Ring] OF...hhh...OF [Thorns] AND I C-CAN [[Stop]] ALL THIS...HH-HAH..."

You look him in the eyes. "I-I'll never tell you."

He narrows his eyes and smirks. "OKAY...HHH...I [[Warned You]], [Angel]," he says before grabbing your face and pulling it closer to his so that his nostrils are almost touching yours.

"HHAH...AHH...EACHOO!" He finally sneezes, spraying in your nose and on your face. After a moment of silence between you, he teasingly rubs his nose against yours and backs away.

"SO...WHAT'S IT GONNA BE NOW, LIGHT nER??"

You sigh and tell him honestly where you stashed the ring. He believes that you've stopped lying.

"THAT'S SO [[Close By]]!!! WERE YOU TRYING TO GET [Caught]?? WHATEVER, I'M GOING TO GET IT. NO [[Funny Business]]." He walks out the door and locks it behind him, leaving you tied to the chair with your face covered in mess. He returns a few minutes later.

"WELL, LIGHT nER, YOU WEREN'T [Pulling my leg]," he says, pulling the ring out of his jacket's inner pocket. "THAT WASN'T SO [Hard], WAS IT ?? YOU COULD HAVE [Done This Before] AND NOT MADE THINGS SO [[Difficult]] FOR YOURSELF, [Angel]." You look away from him.

"THERE'S SOMETHING I DON'T [[Understand]]..." he begins. "WHY STEAL MY [[Commemorative Ring]] IN THE FIRST PLACE? FOR THE [Kromer]?" You pause and shake your head.

"NO?? THEN..." You can tell by the look on his face that he's putting the pieces together. "DID YOU...DO THIS TO GET MY [[Attention]]??" You blush and nod.

"EHEHEH..." He coughs. "I SEE...YOU KNOW, THERE AR3 [Safer] WAYS TO DO THAT, [Angel]..."

"I guess so..."

"HMM...DID YOU LIKE GETTING [Up Close and Personal] WITH ME...?" You blush and smile involuntarily, and he chuckles.

"LIGHT nER," he begins, approaching you and wiping the snot off your face with his sleeve. "YOU'RE A [Bad Liar], BUT IT SEEMS YOU'VE GOT A [[Knack for Thievery]]. IS THAT RIGHT?"

You laugh awkwardly. "Yeah..."

He begins untying you. "WHY DON'T WE M4KE THIS ALL [Water under the bridge]?"

Once you are untied, you stand up and reach out to shake his hand.

"GOOD...I COULD USE YOUR [Help] WITH SOMETHING [Very important]." His breath hitches. "HHH...AH...ACHOO!" He sneezes again.

"YOU KNOW... SNF ONCE WE'RE BOTH [Feeling up to it]."

#deltaruined #snz #snzblr #snz kink #sneeze kink #snzfucker #coldfucker #nose kink #nasophilia #x reader #snz fet #snzfic #snzton

[altocat]

Ok. Ok. Because that cruelly beautiful Genesis dies ask threw my soul into a paper shredder, I need a remedy! ;-;

What would happen if Sephiroth injured Genesis severely in the simulation, but not fatally? He ends up in hospital for a decent amount of time, but recovers, with Genesis and Angeal never leaving his side. Would Sephiroth take this mistake and promise to never let it happen again? Does he swear to never hold a sword again? How much is his best friend’s life worth once the storm passes?

(Oh! And Sephiroth goes full savage mode when his blood was rejected. This was his fault and he’s gonna pay for it. Yay no degradation!)

Hhhh I love the idea of him being crazed about making it up to Gen, and not leaving his bedside.

...But sadly, I think it's more of Sephiroth's thing to completely avoid Genesis afterwards. He seems to have difficulties with confrontation in CC and I'd imagine it would be the same here. He probably already blamed himself in canon for taking part. Directly hurting Genesis would have been the same way.

Which also means more depression. Sephiroth would definitely force his way into a donation to keep Genesis alive, but the extent of their contact ends there. He'd stay far away from both his friends, trying to regain a level of control while denying himself any bit of grace, burrowing more into his work and avoiding HQ to go on lengthier missions.

Genesis, meanwhile, makes a full recovery thanks to Sephiroth's donation and becomes even stronger than ever. He wasn't mad at Sephiroth. He felt quietly guilty as well for egging him on, though he's too prideful to admit it out loud. Things are probably going to be messy and fractured between them for a long time...

#Sephiroth #Sephcanons #AU #Angeal hewley #Genesis rhapsodos #Ffvii #FF7 #Crisis Core #Final Fantasy 7

[kushami-hime]

For the K//aminari wav prompts : I saw the post about him sucking the charger thing and like hhhh that's so hot like-

But hear me out, B//akugo feeling mischievous and wanting to fuck with sparky boi so he sprinkles chhinki on the charger and on his upper lip and since he has to charge himself so bad he can't wipe it off and ends up having a big messy fit 0_0

AYOO? This is fire, definitely gonna do this wav 👌👌👌

#kushami asks