#i just got hit so hard i had to share it XD

[thedragonqueen1998]

I just got this AU idea, like legit, it just hit me so hard. XD But yeah, what if: neing an Assassin wasn't the only secret Giovanni hid? He also kept it secret that the Auditore line is cursed.

Basically, werewolves. I know, cliché, but werewolves are fun! :D

But yeah, Giovanni thought his family was free of the curse as both his father, brother and himself didn't suffer it like their grandfather. That is, until Federico suffered his first transformation. Hearing his eldest sons screams of pain and seeing flesh tear and bones break broke his heart.

'God, why did you curse Federico? Why did you lull me into the false hope of living free of this curse?' He couldn't help but think, watching his son finish the gruesome transformation. He knew he should have struck the beast down while it was incapacitated, but it was Federico, his son. He couldn't do it, even if it would save the rest of his family. He should have had the cages that he and his brother used to sleep in before they knew for certain that they wouldn't transform. Now it's too late. His eldest son would murder them all and if he survived the guards until the morning, he would wake up without his family, covered in their blood.

Any minute now, the beast that was covering in the corner- wait. Werewolves never show fear. And the beassts eyes.. they shine with intelligence. With fear. Could it be? That there is no dumb beast, just his son?

"Federico?"

The beast flinches with the sound of his voice and whimpers. It is truly his son! Federico is not a mindless beast, so unlike his grandfather. So unlike any other beast before him. Maybe the curse has weakened after being absent for 2 generations? No matter how it happened, he will take this blessing.

"Federico, everything will be alright. May i come near you?"

He wants nothing more than to run and hug his son, but even without the madness, Federico will be much stronger than before and his claws are long and sharp. He could easily scratch his father to death in a hug. But his son nods to his request and he cautiously holds his sons featsome face in his hands. The fur is soft, warm and has the same colour as his hair, a dark brown, almost black shade. His dark brown eyes shine with tears, showing how distressed he is. A beast rarely cries and only does so when in great despair. He has heard tales of beasts slaughtering their families while crying, showing that despite not being in control, they are aware. He has not heard of crueler curse and probably never will.

"Federico, i promise you, this transformation is temporary. In the morning you will be back to your human self and i will explain everything. For now, rest. I will stay snd watch over you."

Giovanni watches his son curl up to him, seeking comfort. Usually, Federico would be too old for such things, but being a family of Assassins, they rarely give much thought to what society deems acceptable and in this circumstance, comfort is needed. Everything will be fine by morning. Their lives are irrevocably changed, but it's still a good life.

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Man, the words just came flowing out of me. XD So, i imagine this takes place when Federico is around 18. So he knows about the Assassins and has been training for a while(i headcannon he started sround 16-17, unless it's stated somewhere when he started?). Both Giovanni and him decide to keep training him as an Assassin, but they both know that Federico likely won't be trusted or sent away on missions, due to the curse. Renato was a great Assassin, but he very rarely travelled far from Monteriggioni due to not risking being away from the Dungeon. The Dungeon is basically a bunch of deep holes with heavy metal grates ontop. This design ensures that the werewolf can't get out and won't hurt snyone as long as the keep away from the grate.

In this AU, this is why Giovanni waits to tell Ezio about the Assassins. If Ezio turns out to be cursed too, they need to know if he will be like Federico or if he will be a mindless beast. Ezio's room is right next to Federico's, so if Ezio transforms and goes berserk, Federico can try to hold him while everyone gets to the secret tunnel. If Ezio retains his sanity, he can be informed of all the family secrets and start his training. Though it is risky, having a werewolf as an Assassin has some very obvious perks. The increased strenght, agillity and senses bleed into their human form, so they always make great Assassins as long as they ensure there is a cell strong enough to keep them contained.

But yeah. Big brainstorm info dump. XD Was gonna say idk what else to do with this, but then: What if? The day Giovanni and his sons get captured is a fullmoon and Federico transforms? Giovanni tries to explain to Petruccio why his big brother suddenly turned into a monster when they hear the howl of another werewolf. Federico and Giovanni share a sad look and both know that this has to be Ezio. The curse rarely affect women and Claudia is still too young to transform. Ezio is scared and confused and he originaly planned to talk to his father, but now he can't talk and would his father even recognise the monster he's become? Should he even try to see his father? No, he should wait this out, maybe this is a temporary thing and tomorrow everything will be alright.

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Duh duh duuuu! XD But yeah, now i'm done. 🤣

Hope it's okay to tag you @teecupangel? This seems like an idea you would like. 💜 I at least had fun writing and coming up with this idea. ^^

#AU idea #fic idea: assassin's creed #i just got hit so hard i had to share it XD

[anxi-aashi]

SJCKEBCEJGNF I LOVE YOUR WRITING BABES! Honestly your pirate series and giving childe a bj was hot omg- Can I request like Husband! Childe x Wife! Reader? Like childe wants a another kid or smth even thought they have so many XD and just you know breeding reader or smth- Ajfjehfjrjff anyways you're amazing!!!!! love you :>>>> <33333

a/n: TYSM this took me absolutely way too long to finish BUT im officially on spring break now so hopefully I'll be able to write some more again!

cw: breeding (with intent), praise, fem!reader, fingering, kids (derogatory), not proofread, lmk if I forgot anything!

At last, your crotch goblins were asleep.

It felt like years had passed just trying to get them to settle down after dinner, much less convince them to get into bed; your youngest spent about fifteen minutes arguing with his dad in the bathroom before finally brushing his teeth.

And yet, as you and your husband wandered past the doorways of all five of your kids, watching them sleep without a care in the world, you felt a sort of contentness fill your chest knowing you’d probably have to do it all over again the next night.

While watching your third shift in her sleep, drooling, Childe joined you, resting his head atop yours and rubbing a palm on your arm soothingly. “Phew! That took forever,” he remarked in a whisper.

You snickered along with him and turned to meet his eyes. “You’re pooped, too? Thought you were all about the thrill of danger.”

He snorted softly. “Right, nothing more dangerous than five gremlins who napped a little too long after lunch.” His gaze slipped to your third behind you, now passed out flat on her stomach, and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Let’s follow their lead tonight, hm?”

With that, he led you to the room you both shared. The two of you went about your nightly routines in comfortable silence, you brushing your teeth while Childe picked out something for the two of you to watch together before bed. Or at least, you thought he was.

Childe was not doing that. Instead, he watched you, his wife. Wife. It still hit him every now and then that you were his, no matter how long you two had been married. What did you see in him that made you say yes when he proposed? When he first asked you out? He’d probably never know.

He knew what he saw in you, though. And somewhere in that long list of qualities (that he had written on his phone), was your pussy.

The same pussy that birthed his five kids. The same one that got so wet every time he whispered something filthy in your ear. That hugged his dick so perfectly.

Fuck, he was hard. And you were none the wiser, simply rinsing the toothpaste from your mouth like normal. 

Childe’s eyes trailed down to your ass as you bent over the sink. Down your legs, up to your stomach covered with the fabric from your fitted tank top. He pictured it— remembered it— stretched out and swollen, round with his kid growing inside. You had looked so good pregnant. Every time. 

And suddenly, he really wanted to see you pregnant again. 

Hands snaked around your waist as you washed your face, drawing your attention to the mirror in front of you. “Hm, what’s up?” you asked his reflection.

Childe remained silent, opting to take his time feeling you up instead. His hands idly roamed around your stomach, grazing the sides of your breasts, leaving tingles of goosebumps in their wake, until finally landing on your hips and pulling you flush against him.

A squeak of surprise escaped you, a question close behind, but the motives behind his behavior became clear when you noticed his hard-on nestled snugly between your ass cheeks. “Ajax! You can’t wait five minutes for me to finish here?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he mused, ignoring your protest.

You bent over to rinse the soap from your face. “‘A while?’ Did you already forget how you practically jumped me the other day after the kids went to school?”

“I mean since we had one.”

You paused at his clarification, standing up straight to meet his eyes through the mirror. 

He had that look in his eye— one you had seen many times before. Five times, to be exact. Childe smoothed his hands over your hips, the pressure combined with the dull throbbing of his cock against your ass making you dizzy. “You always look so beautiful carrying my baby. Let me give you another one?” 

You forced yourself to think around the growing arousal simmering in your blood. “You want another baby or you just want to get me knocked up again? Pretty important difference, there.”

His grin was devious as one of his hands migrated to slide into your panties. “I think six is a much better number than five, don’t you think?” A finger grazed your slick folds. Childe’s grin only grew wider. “Kinda feels like you agree with me.”

You tilted your head to lean against his shoulder, relishing in the sensations of his fingers teasing your sex. “Please,” you breathed.

That was all he needed to hear. Ever the gentleman, your husband transported you swiftly to the bed, wasting no time pulling your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs while you rid yourself of your top. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair to pull his face to yours, lips meeting in a messy kiss. 

Childe ground his hips into yours, sending waves of heat pulsing through your limbs and encouraging more slick to seep from your cunt. He moaned into your mouth, the kiss becoming sloppy as impatience and need had you panting rather than meeting his lips. You were hot, so hot, desperate for any sort of attention that would soothe the steady ache building in your core, that when he finally dipped a finger into your drooling cunt, a loud moan ripped from your throat.

A hand slapped over your mouth, muffling any further sounds you made. Childe panted down at you, panic and lust etched into his face. “Shh, baby,” he whispered, “Don’t want to wake the little ones up, do we?”

You shook your head, pleading to him with your eyes to keep fingering you.

“Good girl.” His finger slowly pulled out of you, only to sink back in up to the knuckle; again, again— another finger joined— again, again, until the steady pace he set had your pussy singing his praises in lewd squelches. 

Grateful as you were for the stimulation, it wasn’t enough. You brought up a hand on top of his that covered your mouth, lifting it up just enough to gasp, “Please, please, want you inside me, wan’ you to fill me up.”

The dark chuckle Childe let out was almost patronizing. “Aw, my fingers aren’t enough for you? So impatient tonight,” he cooed, curling his fingers up to tease your g-spot before pulling them out. 

“Don't worry, I’ll fill you up soon.”

And soon came faster than you expected. This time, you’re thankful that Childe’s hand was still so close to your mouth, otherwise the whine that you let out would’ve had you answering some very concerned questions from your kids. His cock sunk into you with ease and without warning, and you were suddenly reminded of how whole you felt when he gave you the piece you were missing. A shudder rippled through your body as he rolled his hips into yours, rutting with a need that you could tell was out of his control. 

But just as it was starting to feel good, he paused, moving his hands to grip the back of your thighs to fold you into a mating press before you could complain at the loss of movement.

With your cunt bared open to him in the new position, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with ease, grazing by the gummy spot hidden within your walls with every pass. Childe hissed in a breath when he felt you squeeze around him, hips stuttering into a steady pace that gave you no room to breathe. 

The room was getting hot. Or maybe that was you? Childe always did have the nasty habit of fucking you out of your head, and now that he had a purpose in mind, you had a feeling you were going to be walking a little funny the next day.

Every slam of his cock sent your knees knocking into the mattress beside your head. Every slap of his balls against your ass as he filled you to the hilt with every thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Every filthy thing your husband uttered without shame triggered another wave of slick to coat his cock, making it all the more easy for him to fuck you however he wanted. 

“Can’t wait to get you pregnant again,” he panted. “I hope it's a girl— your tits always look so— hah— so much bigger with a girl.” The bed was creaking. “We’re gonna get it right on the first try, ‘kay? Not wasting time with a negative test. ‘M just gonna have to fill you enough tonight so that it takes. And you—” A hand of his left your thigh to swipe vigorously over your swollen clit. Your back arched, mouth dropping open with a whine. “--- You, are gonna cum as many times as you want. Got it, sweetheart?”

“A-jax,” you whimpered. “I— gonna—”

“Ohh, already?” he crooned. “Go ahead, cum on my cock. Want you to feel good while I knock you up.”

Your first orgasm of the night ripped through you, the coil in your stomach snapping. This time it was you who covered your mouth the block the gutteral moan that threatened to make itself heard. The walls of your pussy clamped down on Childe, a small squeak accompanying the juices that spurted around his dick as he worked you through your high. 

“Fuuuck, yes, just like that. So good, mmmh.” A bright flush glowed from under his pale skin, covering his face and sweat-soaked chest. His thumb stopped its assault on your clit to catch a dribble of your cum that slid down your ass. 

You were almost a little disappointed when he didn’t offer it to you for a taste, but the sight of him licking it clean was more than enough to make it up. And enough of a distraction from the steadily building overstimulation of Childe’s cock still, albeit slowly, rocking into you. 

A tear slid down your cheek, prompting Childe to lean over you to lick it up as well. He propped himself up by your head, his tongue dragged lightly across your cheekbone, then followed up with a multitude of kisses around your face. He finally reached your lips, rewarding you with a languid kiss, rimmed with the tang you recognized from your cum. 

Against your lips, Childe continued to mumble praises in between sloppy kisses, each sentence egging him on to chase his release. “You taste so good.” His warm breath graced your mouth as he spoke. He was too close, too warm, you were too warm, the heat radiating off the both of you so palpable you swear you could touch it. And it was his fault. “I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking beautiful. Mother of my kids.” A hand of his drifted down to palm your tummy, pressing down until you could both feel his dick rearranging your guts beneath your skin. “Feel me here? That’s where I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so much it’ll be dripping out of you and I’ll just have to fuck it back in.”

You yelped as he buried his head into the crook of your neck to better focus on drilling his cock into your g-spot. “Ajax!”

“Fuck, yes, say my name. Say my name. Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, Ajax, it’s yours! ‘S your pussy— please cum, please, please,” you sobbed. 

“‘M almost there, almost— ” he cut himself off with a groan. His thrusts turned sloppy, steady pounding shifting to erratic jackhammering before his hips stuttered, and he pushed himself to the hilt again before spilling his load into you. 

You sighed in bliss, basking in the warmth settled in your belly. As Childe caught his breath, he picked his head up to look at you quizzically. 

“You didn’t cum again.”

You shook your head with a raspy laugh. “It's ok.”

Inside your cunt, you felt his cock twitch. He arched an eyebrow at you. “You’re right, it is. You’ll cum again soon anyways.” Childe slid out of you, making you whine at the loss before wrapping an arm around your waist and carrying you with him as he sat up, plopping you in his lap. 

“Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

#snail.writes #snail.answers #childe smut #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia smut

[bearhugsandshrugs]

@houseofhopeofficial here. You said bottom gortash and I came running like you sounded the dinner bell. Maybe gortash trussed up like a turkey as a present for Tav? A reward for them for a job well done? Not sure who tied gort up, maybe got someone to do it for him or maybe bane took acception to something gortash did. Reward for Tav and punishment for gortash all in one. Very effective if you ask me XD

Sex and Power - Sub!Gortash x Tav

Oh hey @houseofhopeofficial I didn't forget this. I just needed a bit of inspiration. Bratty sub (and bottom) Gorty under the cut. If people want more of this, I might to a part 2. Let's see :)

Gortash/Tav, Explicit | Read on AO3 Rope bondage, boot worship, slapping, clit warming (inspired by this, that @tripleyeeet shared on discord the other day), oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, light dubcon

Gortash had always been a fool. His boundless ambition and his smug attitude had prevented him from seeing what was happening right under his nose: A rebellion, led by the Banites, displeased with his efforts in bringing the Hero of Baldur's Gate to heel.

They'd laced his drink with a sleeping agent, then moved him to a secluded oom in Wyrm's Rock fortress, naked and tied up, and invited Tav to dish out his punishment. Gortash barely had opened his eyes when Tav was already walking in, her ass swaying with amusement as she took in the scene unfolding in the room.

Gortash's hands were bound behind his back, he had been forced to his knees, and something held him in place, the constraints connecting to a beam on the ceiling. His cock was swinging heavily between his spread out legs, and the hair on his chest rose softly from a light, chill breeze that washed through the room from an opened window.

"Wow", Tav chuckled as she strolled up next to him, her eyes falling lazily over his entire body and back up to his face, "You must be an even worse leader than a Banite if this is what they're doing to you."

"I will enjoy hanging all of your corpses from the ceiling", Gortash grunted, but there was a slight waver in his voice that hinted at doubts beyond his pretenses.

"Cute", Tav smirked, unimpressed by his dramatics. She started pacing slowly in front of him, marveling at the rope work. "You know I've cleared my whole schedule for this. I kept thinking: What could I possibly do to teach Lord Enver Gortash a lesson?” She paused for dramatic effect, but Gortash just rolled his eyes. “And then, it hit me: Submission.”

“You’re mad if you think I’m going to submit to you”, he scoffed, but Tav held his gaze. 

“Oh I think you will”, she said firmly, “And you will like it.” 

There was a flicker of interest in his eyes in response to that, and it didn’t go unnoticed. But he wasn’t to give in to her yet. Not so easily. 

“You’re a fool”, he huffed out, holding his head up high with pride, but Tav just smirked. When he followed her gaze down between his legs, he saw that his body was beginning to betray him; his cock half-hard between his thighs. Gortash groaned. 

“And you’re a terrible liar”, she quipped back, loosened the end of the ropes that kept him upright, and then pressed her boot against his chest until he fell backwards, his core unable to withstand the continued and increased pressure. He landed on his tied back arms, his legs sprawled out to the sides, and shifted uncomfortably. “However, you do look good on your back.”

“Is all of this leading somewhere?”, Gortash spat out, trying unsuccessfully to sit up, but Tav kept her boot pressed down on his chest. 

“I think a little gratitude is in order”, she sighed dramatically, “considering I am punishing you like this, and not by spilling your guts on the floor.” 

He didn’t reply, so she brought the sole of her boot to his face, hovering it above his mouth. “Kiss it”, she demanded, watching his eyes widen in outrage, then narrow in disbelief. 

“Fuck you”, Gortash grunted out, much to Tav’s amusement. She moved her foot away and pulled at the rope, lifting his body back up to his groans. He was like a doll to her. Tav walked over to tighten the bindings so he wouldn’t flop over, then made her way back to him.

The slap echoed so loudly through the vast halls that she was surprised at how much noise the flat smack against his skin could make. Gortash groaned involuntarily, opening his mouth to breathe, and that’s when she slapped him again. His cheek was burning red, and he moved his jaw stretching out his facial muscles in pain.

“Let’s try this again”, Tav said cheerfully, loosened the rope and watched him topple over to the side. She pushed against his body until he was lying flat on his back, then brought her boot back to his face. 

“Kiss it”, she demanded. There was a hint of a smirk on his lips as he pursed them together, lifting his head so he could press them against the sole. “Now, was that so hard?”, Tav chuckled. 

“You have the Archduke of Baldur’s Gate at your command and you’re playing games… weak”, he muttered, shaking his head. He sounded offended. 

“Wrong”, Tav said flatly, taking off her boots, socks, and trousers until she stood above him in her shirt and panties. “You’re the one who’s weak. Not long until you’ll beg me for more.” She lowered herself down until she was sitting on the backs of her feet next to his shoulders and neck, then brought her core to his mouth, her clit brushing lightly against his nose. Gortash let out a muffled sound of protest, or maybe delight, but it didn’t matter to her. She let her weight fall back onto her feet and legs, gently resting her folds on his lips with his nose not able to do anything but breathe in her scent.

He felt good against her core. She wanted little more than to push her panties to the side and demand that his mouth devour her, but that wasn’t the game. No, Tav had planned something else. Something that would hopefully break away that first layer of pretense.

“What are you doing?”, Gortash asked, his lips moving against her cunt, brushing over the thin fabric. Tav didn’t reply. She sat there, patiently, indulging in the way his warm breath dampened the exposed parts of her skin. 

It didn’t take long until she was wet, her juices slowly soaking into her underwear. Gortash could probably taste her already, but if he could, he didn’t say. Instead he was lying there, unmoving, still resisting, still stubborn. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and when Tav looked down she met his gaze, staring up at her in defiance.

And then he made a mistake.

He wetted his lips. His tongue brushed against her panties, and a soft groan escaped his throat. For a few moments neither of them dared to breathe, the tension between them a silent battle. One that he ultimately lost: His eyes fell closed as he pushed his tongue against the fabric covering her folds, tentatively, carefully at first, then more and more demanding. Gortash breathed in deeply as his lips pulled at the panties and her labia, and when he started to move his head, trying to push her underwear to the side for better access, Tav’s hips started to move in sync. He groaned, louder this time, and he looked like an animal waiting to tear at her with his mouth parted, half covered by her body. 

Without saying a word she reached down, pulled the fabric to the left, then sank down on his mouth again that was already waiting to meet her. His tongue lapped broadly at her folds, licking long streaks over her wetness, circling her clit, and Tav moaned out when he nuzzled his face into her cunt. His nose was glistening when he pulled away to rearrange himself, and soon her juices smeared over his chin and mouth. 

Gortash was good with his tongue, even better than he was at spinning lies. Tav felt her body climb higher and higher, her waist rolling into him greedier and greedier with each passing moment. Her hands flew up to cup her breasts through her shirt, and when Gortash glanced up, alerted by the shuffling fabric, he moaned into her folds. His deep voice vibrated against her clit, luring out a new set of pleasured sounds from her. 

His tongue circled her clit with expert precision, having found exactly the rhythm that made her pant. A few more strokes…–

Tav came, gushing out spurts of wetness against his face as her cunt clenched around nothing, stimulated solely by his mouth on her folds. “Fuck”, Gortash groaned loudly when the first splashes hit his chin, and he licked her clean first before his tongue lapped at the skin around his mouth, gathering as much of her taste as he could.

“Fuck indeed”, Tav breathed out, feeling a bit dizzy as she lifted herself off of him. Standing up she pulled down her underwear, now completely wet and soaked, before taking in the way Gortash was lying on his back.

His legs had fallen open to the sides again, his balls swollen and resting heavily between his thighs while his cock stood fully erect, precum having leaked out of his slit already. Face flushed, his cheeks and throat looked damp, and sweat was glistening on his chest and temples. 

“Good boy”, Tav praised, making her way over to pull him upright again by the ropes, and she heard him huff out a laugh in response. “Didn’t even need to tell you what to do.”

“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask”, he grunted, rubbing his hands against what part of his tender arms he could find behind his back. “No need for all these dramatics.”

Tav laughed. “Oh Enver.” He raised an eyebrow at the use of his first name. “This isn’t about sex at all. Don’t you understand?” 

She kneeled down in front of him so that she was on eye level, and cupped his face with both hands. He stared at her, still spiteful, still stubborn, but also intrigued. He wasn’t even half as good at hiding his emotions as he probably thought. 

“Then what is this?”, he eventually took the bait.

Tav pressed her mouth onto his, pushing her tongue in to meet his in a deep and passionate kiss. She could taste herself on him, and her clit twitched thinking about the way he’d laid there, forced to taste her, forced to want her, until he had succumbed to his primal instincts.

Pulling away from him, she smirked. “My sweet boy”, she cooed, licking the outline of his lips. “This isn’t about sex. This is about power.”

#enver gortash #tavtash #gortash x tav #sub gortash #bg3 smut #my writing #drabbles

[wily-art]

I haven't finished it yet, but I watched some of it, and skimmed through the rest (I will finish though at some point; when/if I have the time), and what I did see of it the "Undertale Insomnia: Something Isn't Right" Trailer looks amazing! Ur art and the looks of the characters and the Blasters is on point and great as always! And ur animation is looking awesome too! I think ur comic already had some cool gifs/small animations, but if not; it is cool to see animations from u now too!

The Paps's (both older and younger) and his Casters and/or the Blasters are looking great in the trailer u released!

And Asgore (I think) and the fallen human kid(s) look great in some of the animation WIPs and/or whatever too!

I hope someday to see some of the other Undertale cast in animation form, or at least some of the other Insomnia important and/or etc. cast members like Sans (could be both older or younger), Gaster - before or after getting goopifed, lol (though, I think he might be in this animation and/or at least the full? one), Frisk, Chara, more of Blasters and/or Casters, and/or Alphys (I have gained a soft spot for ur Alphys). Maybe Asriel and/or Flowey too?

Not mentioning Asgore or the kids here, because I think u might have some stuff/ideas/etc. with them already. And not mentioning Undyne either, even though it would be awesome to see her too, bc I don't think she has been in the comic too much yet?

Ofc, u don't have to do any of this. I know animations, and animatics even, can take a long time! Just seeing the Undertale Insomnia (one of my favorite UT, and maybe just in general, comics/series's!) cast brought to life even more through animation like this, has got me excited! ^^

Last of all; I just wanted to clarify, the animation release is just the trailer, and not full thing, or...?? I just wanted to confirm.

Heya! First off thanks! That little tidbit is just a teaser more than a full trailer. IT's definitely not the completed thing. I didn't want to give a solid release time due to genuinely not knowing how long this all would take (at this point a little over a year- Good god). But I wanted to share at least a little something since this whole project has been so all consuming- that from the outside world's perspective I've been more or less absent. It's kind of hard to be active with other things when a singular thing both eats a bunch of time but can't be shared since it's not done X'D. It's a lot of behind the scenes work and not much to show for it yet.

Other characters will definitely be getting way more time to shine in the comic moving forward since I finally hit a particular turning point. Also regarding animations I have a lot of ideas for the other characters and the fallen kids that all more or less tie into the same world in a "how did we arrive to this point" kind of scenario. But due to how long all of this takes and I can't promise how many of them I will get to. Or at least how quickly because right now I'm moving at a blistering speed of _not very fast_ ✨ That said this one with Papyrus is absolutely being released (hopefully later this year) because if I have only one of these in the system it's gonna be for this guy XD The other one that I absolutely want to do as another animated update for Insomnia involves Chara and Frisk to answer what exactly happened at the end of the last run before this one. I'm hoping that since I've learned a lot (this is my first animated project) that that one will go a lot smoother. An account of figuring out a lot of things I Was doing that made my life INFINITELY HARDER. Hope that answers things.

#wily talk #about insomnia comic #and animating

[yandere-sins]

So I have probably a bit peculiar of a request so feel free to decline writing this if it’s not to your liking! I know everyone likes to be the center of a yandere’s attention but I CRACK under large amounts of attention so I always like to picture a polyam trio. Me, a Yandere, and Yandere’s darling. Usually with some major connection to Darling like a best friend or something and I’m just such a crybaby and soft and submissive (and so stupid that I probably don’t even realize something wrong is going on) that Yandere can’t help but take a liking to me too, whether as a less intense obsession or as like a pet or something, I just like Yanderes thinking of me as cute and liking me (but not being the full center of their attention like Darling) and Darling being protective of me cause they’re scared I’ll get their treatment or get hurt.

So uh, 👉👈, could I maybe request something like that with Ghost or König? I think it would work better with Ghost since you said he shares in your nsfw with him (and I REALLY like the Darling you described in your fic, the mental image of them trying to stab Ghost with a fork keeps making me giggle). If it’s not too much to ask and if you like it! Of course you’re always free to decline and I’m sorry that this dragged on way too long (I’m screaming while typing this cause I get so shy when trying to request something)

To be honest, I feel bad throwing you under the bus here, but you kinda laid it out for me xD Enjoy! No hard feelings personally, oki? Also I kept the reader GN in this version, but the friend is AFAB.

Warning: Yandere, Heavy Sexual Content

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"Do the honors then."

The hard slap to your bum made you tumble, feet giving way until your knees hit the ground. You yelped as you fell in front of your friend, her arms shooting out to steady you, helping you. Just like she always did. Your hands landed on her thighs, legs spread with your body caught between them. And you jerked your hands away just as quickly as you realized the position you were in. The whole situation had been one big, confusing mess, but you still got surprised by some actions your captor took, never able to read his next move.

Ghost, he forced your best friend to call him in case she needed to address him. And she did—a lot. Courageously fighting him and his ill-willed actions toward you two as best as she could with someone so much superior, both in strength and skills, as her opponent. However, Sir was the more appropriate option for you. It created a certain distance between you and him, a distance you liked. But at the same time, it made the lack of distance between him and your friend all the more apparent. You were a small toy to consider; she was the prize he wanted. You knew he had plans to kill you, but that was the only time she pleaded with him, shielding you while you cowered behind her, sobbing in terror.

If only you two hadn't visited the bar full of mercenaries and soldiers that night. Then you'd never have to go through this demeaning, horrific experience. You banished the thought of "If only your friend hadn't insisted you come with her when she hooked up with some random dude," as it only brought more sorrow than it helped. Pushing the blame onto her wouldn't solve the problem you were facing. It wasn't her fault she met a straight-up psycho who intended to take advantage of her drunkenness, forcing himself on her with a knife to her throat as you had to watch on helplessly, only to be 'rescued' by an even bigger madman. Maybe guys in the army were just sick by nature. Otherwise, you couldn't explain the bad luck of you two.

And the last spark of luck you two had also seemed to have run out.

"Go on, prepare her. You wouldn't want your friend to hurt, would you?"

Dragging a chair close, Ghost sat down with a small groan, rolling his shoulder as he focused his eyes on you. Immediately, you felt the shivers run down your spine like a knife dragging down your skin, goosebumps spreading all over your body, with his gaze crawling over you. Like always, you were the one to avert your eyes first, your sight falling to his hands hanging in his lap, the gun dangling from his fingers. He'd shoot you faster than you'd ever manage to lunge for it. You knew that. Besides, you didn't even have the courage to face him, much less defy him.

"I- I can't!" you complained meekly, your voice barely loud enough for him to hear. You and your friend weren't in that kind of relationship. You couldn't just go down on her on a whim!

For the longest time after he kidnapped you from that bar—under the guise of 'helping' you two intoxicated strangers—you two managed to avoid that. Sex. He had forced himself on your friend more than once, pulling her into his lap and grinding her over his cock, kissing her when she refused to give him attention, making her suck his fingers and swear to be his possession to protect you. But until now, Ghost never demanded her body like he did that night.

The first night you tried to stand up for her.

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision to tell him she wasn't ready for this. That she wouldn't enjoy it if he forced her to. That she needed to prepare—mentally and physically. It was the first time you held his glare for more than a few seconds as he stilled, mustering you. Only for you to submit to his stare with a pleading, "Please..." ending in him pushing you toward her instead.

"We're not like that! We don't--"

Heaving a deep sigh, Ghost gripped the top of his gun, cocking it. Lifting it lazily, he pointed it at your friend's head, putting her at the receiving end of his threats for the first time. Usually, it was you who he used to persuade her, but this time, he made it clear who the next bullet would go to. Dread and despair mixed in your stomach, weighing down as your breath hitched. Your best friend gulped as she stared at the barrel of the gun, only to avoid her gaze as well, looking down at you nervously.

She didn't want this either. But what choice did you have?

"Prepare her. I won't repeat myself."

Gulping, you faced forward, right between her legs. You didn't know where to start when you reached up to the waistband of her skirt when her hand suddenly clasped around yours. "Don't--" she stopped you, only to hesitate. She didn't have a choice either. You two had to do this. Whatever this was, it wasn't an existence worth living. Kidnapped and enslaved, forced to do things you didn't want to do. But you couldn't think about throwing away your lives either and letting this bastard win.

"It's okay," you quaked, just as uncomfortable and nervous, devastated to be the one who had to do this to her. But she just nodded, squeezing your hand before helping you tug off her skirt and panties, shame overcoming her as the fabric slipped off her legs, which she quickly closed.

You heard the cracking of the chair as Ghost leaned back, letting out a heavy breath. The gun sunk back to his lap as he watched you two with keen eyes, like a hawk focusing on his prey. You forced your hand between her thighs, gently pushing while you kept reassuring her, "It's okay. I'll be gentle. Everything will be alright."

But maybe you were saying these words more to yourself than her.

Tears were brimming in her eyes, embarrassment mixing with the unwillingness to do this. But she averted her face completely before spreading her legs again, letting you inch closer.

Her pussy was, for the lack of a better word, fucking beautiful. She shaved for the night out, though you couldn't find any fault with the sweet little curls cleanly shaved into a triangle. Her lips parted beautifully, even though she flinched from your cold, shivering fingers, revealing the entrance and the sweet little nub on top of it completely to you.

Behind you, the chair screeched as Ghost dragged it closer to the show, his chest pressing into your back with how close he suddenly was, peering over your head.

"Look at that sweet, little cunt," he mumbled appreciatively, his gruff and deep voice deliciously licking up your spine from behind you, setting off all the alarms inside you. You wanted to scoot away and hide, but you were trapped between the soldier and your best friend, giving you no chance to flee. You didn't just imagine his presence either, as one hand crawled to the back of your neck, making you squeak as he pushed you forward, mere inches from your friend's pussy.

You made the mistake of glancing up, meeting her horrified, embarrassed gaze. But what freaked you out was the small spark of excitement anyone would probably feel, knowing what was going to happen.

Ghost shook you like an unruly dog by the scruff, directing your focus ahead again as he reached out to spread her labia in your stead. "That's the right place, Newbie," he instructed, and you gulped, knowing there was no getting out of this anymore. You had to do it.

Tentatively, you slipped your tongue from between your lips, stiff and unmoving. But even with just the tip out, Ghost slammed you forward, burying your face in your friend's cunt. You struggled with panic, your tongue licking over her entrance for the first time, your nose brushing over her clit, and to your horror, you heard her gasp, only confirming the shit job you were doing...

Or not.

"Lick," Ghost ordered, keeping you in place while you put your hands back on her thighs, holding on to them for dear life as you forced yourself to obey. It made her flinch, but you gave your first stroke with your tongue, and her breath hitched curtly, a noise that didn't go unnoticed.

"You'll come to like it soon enough," Ghost chuckled, a strange sound from under his mask. You had no idea who he said it to, but his hand finally released its death grip on your neck, giving you two encouraging pats between your shoulder blades, urging you on.

And you got to work.

The faster you'd get this over with, the better, you were sure. Your friend didn't want you to, you didn't want to, and Ghost probably didn't want you to please her like this either, using the opportunity as a sort of torture or punishment rather than his own enjoyment.

Prying her entrance open with your tongue was so easy, you were almost unsure if you were doing it right. You never went down on someone before, so every sensation was new and strange. Even with her taste dancing on your tongue—and you thanked the gods for the shower you two were allowed to take just hours prior—you felt little to no arousal, the fear keeping it at bay. But it seemed to be quite different for your friend.

Her walls greeted you eagerly, insides quivering as you plunged in, twisting and churning through her hole. Your hands moved further up, taking back her lips from Ghost, who released them for you to handle. A small curiosity spread through your mind as you prepared your friend for the horror yet to come, and you raised your chin, slipping out of her to find the little knob of nerves on top, sliding your tongue over it completely before pressing your lips around it.

Your friend let out a muffled gasp, clasping her hand over her mouth as your eyes met. More and more arousal clouded her gaze, replacing the horror. You tested suckling on her clit, and her head rolled back as she moaned, a new sweet spot unlocked on her body that you found.

The chair banged loudly against the ground as Ghost pushed away from it, caging your friend between the bed she was sitting on and his body, and using one hand to grab her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "You like that, Darlin'? Having your cunt licked by your friend? They're doing a good job, yeah?"

Forcing her mouth shut, defying him the answers he wanted, the only sounds she made were held-back moans as you continued to tease her. Something about what you were doing was working—that much was sure. More and more juices began dripping out of her, no small amount landing on your tongue and getting spread all over her cunt. You didn't mind the taste; it almost became comforting.

When you returned to her clit, her legs snapped shut, caging you between them like your friend was confined between Ghost and the bed. You kept roaming through her folds, working your way inside her and trying to reach her clit again, knowing that whatever you were doing was working. You were helpful. Whatever that bastard had planned for her, thanks to you, it wouldn't be so bad, for sure!

"Be honest, Darlin', you're loving this. You're getting off on your friend eating you out, yeah? You're close? Come on, Love, tell me, and I'll allow it. Tell me how good they're making you feel."

Ghost's teases from above didn't really reach your mind as you concentrated on the task at hand (or tongue). Finally, there was something you could do, and it was working. Your friend was quivering before you, juices dripping from her cunt as a strangled moan escaped her.

"Admit it, Princess, or we'll be here for another couple of hours," Ghost joked, following it up with a husky chuckle as he watched your best friend strain herself to keep control. He could have pried you off any second from her, especially with how little you were following their one-sided conversation, understanding what was happening. You were too focused on the success and being able to help for once, not being the hindrance in the way that needed protection.

"Fuck!" she suddenly yelled, spitting the word into his masked face as she glared at him. That was enough to finally tear you out of your trance, and Ghost's raspy laugh echoed through the room.

"What...?" you asked, pulling away from her, confused and unsure of what was happening. Did you hurt her? Did he hurt her?

But both of their attention snapped to you suddenly, pressure rising. Suddenly, your friend reached out, placing her hands at the sides of your head as she guided your face forward again. "Don't stop," she sighed needily, biting her lip. "It feels so fucking good, don't fucking stop."

"Atta girl," Ghost mused, and you could hear the smug grin playing on his lips even without seeing it. "Finally ready to admit it?"

"Yes! Yes, I admit it! I'm so close! Don't stop now, you hear me?!"

Suddenly it wasn't Ghost forcing you forward, but the friend you were protecting by sinking to this level. You were hesitant, but the mere waft of your breath was enough to make her shudder.

"You heard the lady, don't stop," Ghost finally decided to join the coaxing, pleased with her admitting her feelings, and you stretched out your tongue again, letting out a muffled complaint as your head was pressed tightly into her cunt. You were once again back to struggling, all while the smug bastard was laughing at your misery, and your friend moaned out loudly in pleasure. This was not the way things should be. You weren't a fucktoy for her to enjoy. But apparently, being close to an orgasm made anyone lose their reason.

A scream got caught in her throat as her thighs tightened around you, all of her limbs keeping you in place, making you suffocate on her juices and heat. Her body shivered violently as she came from your tongue, head thrown back and toes curling. It was only a few seconds, but you never felt closer to death with her vice grip on you and the very real lack of air between her legs.

At the same time, you were ashamed.

Embarrassed that you were forced to pleasure your best friend. Ashamed to be treated inhumanly and like a fucktoy, your feelings of no regard in this situation. It was one thing that Ghost didn't care about you, only keeping you alive for your friend's sake. You didn't want his attention, didn't want him to care for you. But with even your friend entering this mindset, you felt the tears burn in your eyes, sobs escaping you when she finally let go.

"My, my," Ghost chuckled, stepping up between you two.

"Thank you for your hard work," he said mockingly as you coughed and wiped your mouth. No amount of mouth water would be able to get the taste of your friend and this experience out of your head.

"No, really," he added, reaching down to grab you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you to your feet, and using his foot to push the chair up from the floor, so he could sit you down on top of it. "I'll have to reward you. You did make this so much easier for me. So if you stay right here and be quiet while I fuck your friend..."

Words trailing off, he stepped up to the bed again. Gun in hand, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up. You finally got a good look on her face, the tears streaming from her eyes as she could barely glance at you. Guilt and shame were etched into her expression, the horror of what was still awaiting her only registering when Ghost pulled her into his lap, his hand crawling between her legs as he unzipped his trousers, rummaging for his cock.

Her eyes blown wide in panic, she began to struggle, but Ghost only needed one hand to keep her in place. You bit your lip, wanting to help her, but...

Instead, you found Ghost's eyes from over her shoulder. Eyes that told you not to do anything stupid. To stay in your fucking place. Your friend was about to get impaled on his massive cock that sprung free from his briefs, thick and ready, hard from watching his object of desire be pleasured by her pathetic friend. At least, you believed that's how he saw you. She gasped, and you flinched just as hard at the length and girth he displayed confidently. Even with your preparations, you couldn't imagine this thing fitting inside the pretty, tight cunt you just licked.

"If you can be good and quiet, I'll allow you to eat my cum out of her pussy. I'm sure she'd enjoy that just as much. Can you be good and quiet?"

You gulped, nothing left but bitterness on your tongue as you forced yourself to look away, swallowing down your feelings as you had to listen to his cock slipping into her dripping cunt. You let it happen. Your friend let out a pained scream, the sound getting stuck in her throat before it turned into a moan, both of them groaning in unison. In this strange situation, you were the odd one out, the third wheel, the tolerated one. But it was still you and your friend against your captor, trying to survive this, no matter what. Even though you lifted no finger to help her this time, bitter about the way she treated you and helpless against Ghost.

And so you opened your mouth to say the only thing you knew would be allowed at that moment. The only thing he could possibly want to hear from you before the silence he demanded of his darling's pet friend.

"Yes, Sir."

#ghost cod #yandere ghost #yandere!ghost #cod #call of duty #yandere cod #yandere call of duty #yandere!cod #yandere!call of duty #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW #lemon

[charm6997]

Just cause I wanna do something again new but ya know :D

@psychotic4ghost Love you :P sorry not sorr

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Requested: Kinda XD

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Art belongs to @bluegiragi

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! 18+

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Ghost x GN!reader

Use of they them theirs pronouns

POV Ghost's

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Warnings: Oral given (Male receiving) , Teasing , and small amount of Swearing

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I had locked eyes with them , as soon as they walked in through the door , and I watched them give me a lopsided smile.

They walked further into the house , placing their bag by the couch, I gulp loudly knowing what they were going to do.

They looked me over with hungry eyes , and licked their lips , I shifted uneasily in the spot I was in.

They awed saying "Look at you already for me to play with you. Make you so so desperate for release ..... You won't be able to think properly.... Fuck you look stunnin "

I felt their boot against my cock , moving around it , and a moan just fell out of my lips. Did I hate the power they had over me? No .... I enjoyed it too much.

Their boot staid near my cock , I bit my lip beneath my mask , and took the chance to grind against their boot moaning softly.

Their hand made it's way to the back my head , a small tug on my hair , so I looked up at them as they said softly "Such a good boy for me"

I melted , as I picked up my pace groaning loudly , this action caused them to laugh. Their boot was removed , and now they were kneeling in front of me , they lifted up my mask to my nose .

Their hand sitting on my thighs , as they got on their knees , I watched them quietly. "Please...." , causing them to look at me with a raised eyebrow , "Please I....I need you" I whimpered out.

They kissed my jaw , I whine as their fingers ran over my clothed cock , I bucked my hips which was met with a firm tsk.

Their fingers grazed over my clothed cock ,making me whimper out for more and small stringed curses , when they told me to be patient I whined.

After a few minute of not being touched , I watched them as they undid my pants and pulled my pants and boxers , They took their time as my cock sprung free from it's confinements.

They rubbed my tip , and mumbled how good I looked and various other praises , as I shuddered n whined.

After that whine their tongue was lick from the base of my cock to the tip , I bucked my hips earning myself a small hum , they stroked me as they kept licking on my shaft.

I groaned loudly trying to buck my hips , but their other hand was holding my left him in place , they suck on the tip of my cock happily looking up at me through their eye lashes.

They slowly took my deeper into their mouth , it was agonizing but pleasurable , They tapped my hip to let me know it was okay to move .

I thrusted up into their mouth groaning , they hummed as they sat their for at least 15 minutes of using their mouth , once they pulled away it was back to kitten licks and nips.

"Fuck.... " I groaned out , as they sucked on the vein on my cock , their other free hand was reaching down and fondled me. "C....Close " I stammered out , they picked up their pace , their grip tightening around my cock.

I was panting begging for release , but they chose to draw it out , they knew I could last longer. I lasted another 40 minutes , before Cumming down their throat.

The orgasm hit me hard like seeing stars type hard , after being played with a short amount of time , I staid still as best as i could as they milked me.

I groaned when they pulled off of me , and we shared a kiss , during the kiss I could taste myself and they knew I wanted this too.

After the kiss I leaned into them , they held me giving me soft praises , as I fell asleep.

Last thing I heard from them was "Baby you make the perfect gift any day"

#simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #gn!reader #ghost riley #call of duty #call of duty smut #ghost smut #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty mw2 #ghost x gn reader #ghost x gender neutral reader

[belladonnasmenagerie]

SFW: Slashers reactions to you being a small unassumingly strong woman: Pt 1

Slashers included is Bo, Vincent, (NBC) Hannibal, (NBC) Will, Thomas

I have to make a pt 2 for Will, Thomas and Jason lol this one ran a little longer than expected XD

Requested by @klerns-birdie

Enjoy!!

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Epilogue: All your life you knew you were stronger than others, even as a kid it was very apparent when you played around with other kids or went to school, parents having to be called a couple times for broken property. But over time you were able to control the strength you had but that didn’t help with your social life.

As you grew up names had been thrown like ‘freak’ or ‘monster’ even though you were so sweet to everyone. Eventually you stopped trying to become friends with others due to your strength but as you got out of high school it became easier, having the freedom to travel and see new things had opened you up to so much. Even though you still were insecure about your strength you didn’t hate it you were proud of yourself for how amazingly you managed it.

Then one day you met him and it felt like love at first sight….

Vincent

* Vincent is such a calm man in my perspective, yes he’s a brutal murderer but compared to Bo he’s a lot lot calmer

* He loves you unconditionally no matter what, he feels like he’s finally found someone who understands him. But on the same note he wants to protect you and acre for you like your a porcelain doll that would break if anything happened to you

* So Imagine the look on his face when he’s trying to subdue a victim in the house and he sees you across the room with wide eyes.

* He’s terrified now, terrified the victim will see you and go after you, he puts all his night into trying to get this victim to the ground but it seemed like no such luck was happening

* He could feel his heart racing, the only thing on his mind being you, he wouldn’t forgive himself if you got hurt

* That’s when the sudden sound of shattering your wood and the victim going limp shocked him from his thoughts

* Watching as the body dropped to the floor he finally looked up at you seeing what appeared to be the coffee table, or what was left of it, in your tiny hands

* Looking at you with wide eyes you could tell what he was already thinking so you gave him a sheepish grin

* “So… I was going to tell you”

* After that ( and after getting rid of the body) you two sat down and had a long talk, expressing to him how scared you were to tell him and how everybody thought you were just some freak

* He would cup your cheeks assuring you he didn’t think of you that way and that he knows exactly how you feel, you two would share a kiss and feel accepted by this man you considered your soulmate

Bo

* Bo on the other hand would be a different scenario, he’s a rough man with an even tougher exterior so it’s hard to pinpoint how he feels sometimes

* But he loved and respected you, wanting you to be by his side at all time to take care of you

* So here you were sitting in the gas station swinging your legs as you hummed, just waiting for Bo to finish up down stairs

* That’s when you heard the bell to the door jingle as it opened, in shock you jumped off the counter as you saw a beat up larger man frantically looking around.

* Then he saw you, a tiny little thing just standing in shock staring at him. Without thinking a second thought he grabbed your upper arm, that sent you into fight or flight mode

* “Get off me!” You yelled grabbing a tire iron from the counter with your other hand

* “Shut up!” The victim scolded trying to tug you away

* “I said get the fuck off me!” You yelled swinging the tire iron across his head

* The sudden hit with such a force knocked the guy away from you as he stumbled, turning around to you all he saw was a flash of blue from your shirt as you jumped on him

* Bo frantically burst through the basement door and into the main lobby after hearing your yells

* “Y/n! What’s..” but before he could finish Bo had to do a double take

* Seeing you on your knees covered in blood in front of the man bludgeoned to death by a tire iron

* Panting you looked over at Bo “I can explain.”

* Bo scoffed with a smile “No need darlin’” he walks up to you

* “Looks like I don’t have to keep an eye on you.” He helps you up “looks like you can handle this stuff yourself”

* You chuckle but eventually after everything is cleaned up you sit down and explain everything to him

* He of course makes small jokes but the two of you laugh them off, but he accepts you for who you are and jokes that you’ll be his new muscle around town

Hannibal (NBC)

* Hannibal is a very observant man, he doesn’t like to be caught off guard or have anything slip, especially with his reputation.

* So when the two of you started to live together he noticed small things you would do that seemed just a little bit off

* Like when he would buy groceries you would grab a heavy bag or box and swear it’s the lighter one, trying to throw him off, but Hannibal is smarter than that

* He won’t bring anything up until you were ready to talk about it though, he wanted you to be the one to say anything

* You knew about his murderous tendencies and his cannibalism but for some reason you didn’t care when you really knew you should

* Then one night at dinner you sat at the table twiddling your thumbs as the nagging urge to say something about your strength kept itching in the back of your mind

* Hannibal was in the kitchen making the entires leaving you to think alone in the dining room

* You kept fighting with yourself, knowing if you told him he wouldn’t mind and would actual accept you because he loved you but the other side argued back that he wouldn’t he’d call you a freak and want nothing to do with you

* That part made your eyes tear up, you loved Hannibal he was always so sweet and endearing towards you, he even took you out on shopping sprees and to nice restaurants for date nights.

* The tears kept welling though with thought of rejection now becoming the main thought on your mind.

* Hearing the kitchen door open to the dining room you tried to wipe the small tears away.

* “Alright dinner is served. Tonight we have..” Hannibal started placing your plate down first but he stopped his talking when he saw your wet eyes

* Concern crossed his features, placing his plate down so he could crouch next to you

* “Oh, dear what’s the matter?” He asked turning you in your chair to face him but you wouldn’t look at him

* Cupping your cheeks he gently pulled your face up “Come on darling, you can talk to me.”

* You sniffled “I-I..” then everything spilled out telling him about your fears of him rejecting you and the fact your really strong for a woman like yourself

* And soon you started to babble which made Hannibal chuckle in turn made you angry

* “Why are you laughing!” You snapped

* “My love, I’ve known for a while about your strength you haven’t been very good about hiding it you know.”

* You blinked a couple times as he wiped some tears away “y-you knew?”

* “Of course dear, now why don’t you stop crying and thinking that I would judge you for something so minuscule.” He placed his hands on your cheeks again “I love you just for who you are.”

* A smile brightened up your features as Hannibal leaned in for a quick but loving kiss

* “Now, how about we have some dinner then we can do whatever you want.”

* You nodded turning in your chair, stomach fluttering with how much this man loved you

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #horror #halloween #sfw #house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #hannibal #nbc hannibal

[sharkface-daydreams]

No, but, OK- Chilchuck and Church would literally be that joke of not liking each other until the moment they both tell everybody else to shut up at the same time and they share a moment- "We are the same... finally, somebody who GETS me". Tex is legit impressed with the union work Chilchuck has set up, she wants to get in on this, does he need a bodyguard?

Laios and Caboose are vibing. Laios also thinks Locus is So Cool, and they're both socially inept in opposite ways, but in the sense that it kinda fits together.

Tucker is over there trying to hit on Marcille and Falin, no need to be jealous ladies, plenty of him to go around, and he'd never want to ruin such a great friendship, just gals being pals. Kai is also flirting by she Knows.

Grif wants Senshi to adopt him (and Senshi is 100% cool with that, this poor boy is so hungry), and he has to ask Simmons- "Dude, is this how you feel about Sarge? Like, all the time?". Simmons is trying to math-hack all the fantasy rules.

Carolina just killed a dragon (what, like it's hard?). Wash is like- "Well, at least nothing is gonna run over me here in wacky magic land", and then the first car in this world ever hits him. Doc is having a FUN time learning about all the weird flora and fauna here, O'Malley is already trying to become some combination of dark wizard/necromancer (but he's not good at it).

Donut meets Evil Aslan, and is just- "OK, I'm just gonna skip ahead and kill you right now. I've been through this song and dance with demon-gods, I know how it goes".

Lopez can eat living armor. like, just "raw" or whatever.

There. RVB-Dungeon Meshi crossover. I got that out of my system

ok it's still airing so my watch buddy won't watch with me yet and i have yet to sit and read the manga so im taking notes

chilchuck is a chad, got it.

caboose immediately gets a new friend, that tracks XD <3 love that for him

simmons is me in an isekai, i hate this, thank you <3

of COURSE carolina kills a dragon. of course <3 i love that for her ('what like it's hard?' elle woods has done so much for this world thank u goddess 🙏) but wash omg 😭⚰ it would happen to him. someone invents THEE first like motorized soap box derby car and itjust fuckin. smashes his kneecaps and keeps going RIP king 🙏

i love. i love all of this. question for you though. i love the implications of Lopez eating living armor raw which i know nothing about. does this count as cannibalism do you think? or do you think lopez sees himself as the ghost within the shell, separate from his armor? (or do you hc there's an android in the armor? :o i do when it's convenient for fic alsdkjflkfd)

also. this makes me think of something i want to share finally. (ill put under a cut bc adding 13 pics is a lot)

a long time ago when this picrew was first available (it's only patreon now i think? ppl kept stealing the assets💢 and such so the artist got understandably mad and took it off picrew site :( i made... RVB RPG PORTRAITS!!!! (they still have an rpg maker one but its very different)

also dont kill me but its taken me 3 years to realise i didn't make tex 😭

Red Team:

Blue Team: (had to put Church between them or they'd fight ☺)

And the mercs <3

#my writing stuff #kind of #this would be a different fantasy au #we just got a letter #rubykgrant #<33333333333333333333333 ruby i love it ty #sorry it took forever i got it JUST as i was gonna put my phone away and go to sleep last night 😭😭 #but aaaaaaaaaaa i love these im so sad the picrew is gone but im even more mad at fuckers who steal art #dont fucking do that!! #dungeon meshi #am i allowed to put that in this tag? its a crossover #rvb #red vs blue #red vs dungeon #hm. or purple vs dungeon #red vs blue vs dungeon? #aaaaaaaaaaanyway #i think my ritalin kicked in. lol. lmao #FUN RVB THINKS #i just remembered my AU tag 😭

[thecosmiccrow]

Hey so, I know I've sent you a bunch of asks recently and I kinda wanted to explain why particularly you as well as just explain some things.

Basically, I think you're one of the coolest people I've had the pleasure of knowing. You're really funny and you're art is amazing. I mentioned before you're the reason I got into Tumblr and you're a big reason why I stay.

Recently I was going through a lot of stress because I had exams coming up, they were huge because they were the final exams I would ever have to unwillingly take as it was my final semester of high school, I would've finished last year but I had a really rough time and basically became a husk for a few months so I ended up failing some classes.

One of the big reasons I made it through this recent bout of stress that made me almost become a husk again was you. Looking through your art again, just seeing you enjoy all the bg3 stuff, just everything you posted/reblogged was nice to see.

So um...as thanks for that I drew some stuff of my OCs. I have a hard time expressing myself through usual stuff so I tend to do it through my projects, whether that be my original series, fanfics, or my art. I have you to thank as well for that last one, you've inspired me to start drawing more and it's been an excellent experience.

Sorry if this is cringe in advance but I felt the need to do it

I truly believe that. You and your art inspires me to go on everyday, to get better at art, to just be a better person in all aspects, in a way no one else's art has ever inspired me before.

If it were up to me you'd have infinite head pats or hugs or whatever you want.

I really hope you live a long happy life and see great success in whatever you want to do with it.

Thank you, for sharing your greatness with me and the people of the internet.

Remember, no matter what, you are loved and cherished.

AAAAAA DUDE YES! i havent been on tumblr for a lil bit, i take long breaks lol. But i was mid-answering some of my asks when The Horrors hit so idk when i’ll actually. get to them. i think yours are all done

im very glad im able to inspire you from my very limited posting now xd been going thru a rough week emotionally for some reason, and this makes me smile! :>

[veryverysleepdeprived]

“One Final Goodbye”

Part 1 || Part 2

Pairing - Sun X SecurityGuard!Reader

The second part to this oneshot! I literally wrote this immediately after the first, since I couldn’t wait to conclude it.

My first time writing something remotely serious or emotional, I hope it doesn’t come off as cringe or forced. I’ve been wanting to share this idea I’ve had for so long, so I may have rushed it a little XD

Also, I tried super hard to give an explanation and reasonable link between this and Ruin, and Sun’s appearance there.

Art below is made by @hermi-lin, who I found by scrolling Tumblr. I like their art, is nice.

Includes :

• Fire, thanks to a certain kid.

• Self-sacrifice

• Character death (I bet you can guess which character)

• Sun being a complete in-love idiot

As always, enjoy and please leave requests for me!

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Art from this post : https://www.tumblr.com/hermi-lin/708690916705239040/omg-hi

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“Sunshine, wake up!”

Your eyes fluttered open at a familiar sing-song voice. You examined your surroundings.

So it wasn’t a nightmare after all, you really were trapped in a Pizzeria with killer animatronics while being carried around by Sun.

“Look! The upgrade machine is right there! You’re finally able to go home!”

Sun glided down, placing you gently on the floor. He examined the upgrade machine, happily jumping in place once he realized it was in working condition.

“If my database is not outdated, if I insert your employee pass inside, it should allow you to take any pass you like for free!”

He reached a hand out expectantly. You dug around in your jacket and pulled out your employee pass. It was dirty and had definitely seen better days, but it should still be readable by the machine. You place it in his hands.

“Thank you, sunshine!”

Inserting it into the machine, Sun examines the various buttons. Pressing one, he examines the screen again.

“Hm, this is strange.”

“What is it?”

“Take a look, sunshine. The Helpy is on the ground, and there’s a huge error sign.”

You take a look. Sure enough, there was a huge error sign on it. Realizing that you couldn’t even get a VIP pass anymore, you sighed.

“Great. I’m stuck here.”

“N-now, don’t get too upset there sunshine! I can reboot the machine, maybe that’ll work!”

Rumble

“Hey…”

Rumble

“Do you feel the ground shaking?”

Rumble

“Don’t tell me there’s an Earthquake going on?”

Rumble

“I don’t think so, look.”

You point towards the suspicious trail of dark black smoke developing nearby. Just then, the fire alarm rang.

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh n-no! Fire! Quick sunshine, I need to get you out of here!”

Sun frantically began hitting the upgrade machine with all his might. He had a small sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, the machine would break open and let him take a pass from the storage compartment within.

“Hold on, sunshine! Almost… there…”

“Sun, I think the fire’s coming closer!”

CRACK

“It’s open! It’s open! I just need to get the pass…”

“Sun!”

“Not now sunshine! I’m almost there…”

“You’re on fire!”

Sun paused from digging through the inside of the machine, taking to moment to realize his right pants leg was on fire. He frantically used his free hand to pat the fire out, only causing the plastic shell on it to start melting off.

“Sun, it's fine! I don’t need a pass! Just get out of the fire!”

“N-no, it's f-fine s-s-sunshine! I’m j-just dandy!”

His voice box began to glitch, the fire causing his torso’s shell to crack. His right leg had been completely melted, leaving behind his metal endoskeleton, and even then his feet had gone missing.

“T-there! I g-got the pass!”

He pulled out the pass, crawling towards the fire exit, where his sunshine was waiting.

“Sun, it’s fine! We need to put out the fire! That stupid pass can wait!”

You were frantically trying to rescue Sun from the raging fire spreading rapidly in the Pizzaplex as he slowly crawled towards the fire exit. Struggling to keep together as his endoskeleton and programming were being boiled, he weakly unlocked the door.

Just like that, the door opened. The glorious view of the night sky from the roof leaked in, a full view of an escape from this burning hellscape.

“S-s-sunshine! Look, t-the exit!”

Sun weakly collapsed on the ground, feeling himself overheating and his plastic shell beginning to crack. He felt the other half of his faceplate beginning to run down onto the floor.

“C’mon, Sun! We can escape together!”

“N-no, it’s f-fine sunshine! G-go! I-I’ll only slow you d-d-down…”

Standing at the door, you could feel the blazing heat making you sweat. Still attempting to pull Sun towards you, you pulled with all your might.

“I-it’s fine, sunshine! J-j-just go!”

Sun used his remaining bit of strength to push you away, shutting the doors behind you, and sealing himself and everyone else in the burning building.

“Sun?”

You got up from the floor, slamming against the door. You couldn’t believe it, he just let himself die!

No.

No, this wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

No.

You heard a faint voice from the other side of the door.

“G-goodbye, sunshine.”

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#fanfic #oneshot #fandom #fanfiction #writing #my fanwork #fanwork: fanfic #sun #sundrop #FNaF sun #sun x y/n #sun x reader #sun x oc #not my art #not my character #FNaF #not au related #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf ruin #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanfic #im a simp #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb #sun fnaf #character death #self sacrifice #im so bad at writing

[mitamicah]

Oh telling things, just talking like 👀👀👀👀.

Oh i once ripped my pants from sitting in the snow too long, had a big hole in my pants and had to walk home like that (was only a five minutes walk and i was seven)

I once fell off a pony and no one noticed 😃, i just sat there and waited until they came back, greeted me and then were completely surprised, because they had not noticed. The pony was sweet :3☺️☺️☺️

I went into haunted house as a child and afterwards it took two adults and almost twenty minutes to get me off my neighbour, i held onto that poor boy for dear life while screaming and crying. He wore a vampire costume and i was a witch or cat.

I used go be obsessed with wearing a dinosaur costume 😃😃. I also used to have a hat with cat ears and eye holes but grew out of it 😔.

I have a horrible sense of orientation, its almost criminal. I once drank half a bottle of sleeping medicine (sleep issues due to other meds) and slept for 18 hours.

Oh and i got hit by cars a few times but never something bad, sturdy bones and strong kitty.

My twin (my most beloved) and I usually plan multiple movies days, our record is three movies in one day, nine hours in the cinema.

My twin and I once "attacked" each other with stamps and had to walk through the entire building to wash our stained faces because there was only one working sink.

I am terrible on skates, i once fell and managed to land in the only puddle, my entire back and thighs and butt were soaking wet. And cold.

I went to school in a hospital for some time and that was interesting, smallest school i ever went to. I think i still have the clay bowl I made somewhere. And i will never forgive the nurse in another hospital for just turning the tv off i was watching a movie and have to this day not been able to find it again and it was almost 13 years ago, was very uncool.

I once slept through fireworks going off right next to my room, and through a pillow thrown at my face to check if I was still alive, i also once rolled on top of someone and slept through the other person pushing me back on my side.

Hopefully your day will turn better 💛💛💛

Wait ... how is that even possible OVO oh no I am so sorry that sounds horrible but also hilarious at the same time :'D xD

Another incidence on 'how did that even happen' x'D that is a cute story tho - just a silly little time with a pony x'D

Awww sweet summer child (litterally) :'3 <333 sounds like the neighbour was somewhat patient with you tho, that's nice :'D

Ngl dinosaur costumes are cool :D!!! oh no I hate when that happens :'3 would we just stay the right size for our comfort clothes forever :'D

I can relate to the bad location skills x'D

Oh wow that is a long ass nap OVO I have tried something similar (20 hours but not because of sleep medicine but just pure old exhaustion) and it is very disorienting :'D

I am not sure if I should say that you are very lucky or unlucky for that one :'D this cat definitely have nine lives x'D

Awwwn I love that - normalize sibling dates :'D <3

Hahahahaah that sounds like a lovely and silly memory x'D

Oh nooooo :'D whelp you have more experience on skates than I do it seems which is not hard since I never trusted myself on skates x'D hahaha

I agree, not cool of the nurse :'3 must've been a movie you were quite into as well if you still remember so far after the fact OVO

Wait .... how OVO? I would've been acting like a scared/angsty cat or dog if that happened to me :'D

Thank you for sharing all these fun little facts and stories Jay ^V^ I hope it is alright I submit this :'D? otherwise let me know and I'll take it down <33

#a wall of silly facts and stories #gotta love it!! #replies

[shapeshiftinterest]

Rawr! XD: sun x moon x monty

noticed monty roars right before his boss fight and saw a pic of a dinosaur with text like ‘“RAWR!” (that means i love you in dinosaur)’; prompt i thought of in the discord

he’s strumming lovesong (the way) by charlie burg

monty demonstrates his bilingual skills to sun and moon

story under the read more

Rawr! XD (also on ao3)

Monty strummed his bass, humming the lyrics to a song one of the staff had showed him yesterday. He was spending the day with Sun and Moon while the plex was getting deep cleaned, since Superstar Daycare was one of the last places on the list.

Well, mostly Sun at the moment, Moon’s AI was taking a nap in their shared headspace.

Monty stopped playing to nudge the other with his elbow.

“Hey, Sun.”

“Yeeeeeeees?~” Sun lilted, rotated his head to look at the gator so he wouldn’t have to from his comfortable position.

Monty cleared his voicebox and drew in a deep ‘breath’.

“Mon-?”

“GRAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRRR!!!”

“GOODNESS GRACIOUS!”

Sun swayed, disoriented from the sudden sound; auditory processors  ringing. 

“What the Faz is going on?!?” Moon yelled. His nap had been rudely interrupted by whatever the heck just happened and he demanded to know why!

Oblivious to their confusion, Monty grinned at the floor and scratched his cheek with a claw, the end of his tail twitching as he tried to hold back from wagging it full force.

“That means ‘I love you’ in gator,” he said, awkwardly. “Made it extra loud so Moonie could hear it too.”

Well gosh, they couldn’t be mad at him now.

“Aaawwww, Gummy. C’mere, you!”

Sun held the gator’s cheeks to turn his head towards them and pressed their faceplate against his snoot, and then all over his face.

“Mwuah! Mwuah! Mwuah!”

Monty laughed, trying to break out of the Daycare Attendant’s hold.

“Nooooo!”

“We love you too, silly.”

“Bleh, gross!”

Monty jokingly rolled his eyes and lightly bunted his snoot agains Sun’s faceplate in retaliation.

“Ho ho ho!” 

The two settled back down and Monty started strumming again.

...

“Y’know you’ll have to do it again once Moonie takes over so it’s fair, right?”

The bassist slid down until he was on his back and rolled over so he was face down on the floor cushions, groaning in embarrassment while Sun chuckled above him.

An hour later the lights turned off, and a staff member passing by the Daycare almost had a heart attack at the loud roar from inside.

BONUS:

monty doesn’t get how the DA’s ‘sharing a body/ mindspace’ works so he roared extra loud to make sure moon would feel included

moon is grumpy from being woken up but forgives him and, once he’s in control of the body, asks that monty give a little warning next time

sun and moon can’t really roar back; when they try, it comes out kinda weak or sounds more like they’re saying the word ‘rawr!’ out loud vs actually doing it

it’s rlly silly tho cuz sometimes monty and the DA will hang out and either sun or moon will like, nudge monty’s hand and say a tiny ‘rawr!’

and he’ll laugh and wag his tail so hard that if a kid were nearby they’d be flying if they got hit

#my words #my fanfic #fanfiction #shapeshiftinterest #games #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #montgomery gator #monty #sun #sundrop #moon #moondrop #glittergolf #LGBTQA #rawr! means i love you #kisses #robots #alligators #animals

[cryinginthebackseat]

hi dear,

recently your adler x bell fic from two years ago (...) caught my interest.

it literally is one of the best written cod fics there is on here, and i saw you mentioning a fifth chap in an old reply to a reblog, and im curious if youre planning on ever uploading another chapter. i think its obv very unlikely since its been so long (im desperate yall), and i totally get if you say you dont wanna keep updating it (since you might not even be interested in the game*s anymore).

also, i havent seen you mention anywhere that its finished, but after looking at your masterlist you havent tagged it as unfinished or anything.

i recently got back into black ops and there really arent enough fics xd (no matter if youre going to finish it or not, i admire your writing skills fr fr)

have a good day/night x (sorry for the paragraph) ♡

Hello, dearest nony!

Okay, first of all, I have to say I hadn't expected someone would ask me about a follow up to that fic, but here we are. Thank you so much for taking your time to read you've got more poision than sugar, by the way. Unfortunately, I've been hitting the wall with that fic for years now. I've been thinking of continuing it just for the sake of completing a multi-chapter story for once.

ALSO I KID YOU NOT, I HAD A DREAM OF MEETING ADLER SOME TIME LAST WEEK BEFORE I GOT YOUR ASK SO MAYBE IT'S A SIGN??? Either way, I'll def let you know when I've finally gathered enough muse to continue the fic. You're too kind and I hope you have a good day too~ thanks again for dropping by<333

I can share you snippets of what I'd written so far. I sincerely hope I can continue where I left off soon!

“You’re fucked.” Park and Lazar are dead and eighteen hours later the last person Adler would rather see comes to him. “We,” Adler says carefully, “are fucked.” Hudson shakes his head, sweat pooling on his forehead. Guantánamo Bay in March is a different breed of torture– heat, sun and the humidity collaborate to aggravate the whole situation they’re in. “No,” Hudson says, cold and hard. “There’s no us. It’s you. You're fucked, Russ. I warned you.”

#cod #russell adler #cod bell #russell adler x oc #anon ask

[whatsaudreythinkingabout]

Matthew Patel hearcannons pls XD (I luv him s0 much it hurtz)

omg my first ask! well, ask and ye shall receive! he’s probably my second fav ex (behind roxy, of course) so i definitely have thought about him quite a bit

So anyway:

Matthew Patel headcanons!

I’m still figuring out an exact backstory behind how he got his fire powers (I have a vague idea figured out but it is partially influenced by the religion/mythology of a culture outside my own & I just wanna make sure I do enough research to make sure I’ve written it respectfully, or else just do something different), but he’s had them for as long as he can remember. He had a hard time controlling them when he was younger, and that unfortunately led to him being ostracized by his peers growing up. He did have a loving family, though; his mother did her best raising him given the circumstances, and the two have a close relationship to this day.

He met Ramona in seventh grade, and she was one of the first people to not be afraid of him or label him as “weird;” in fact, she thought his powers were actually pretty cool. She was a bit of an outcast herself, and the two of them bonded over their shared status as misfits.

They also bonded over their shared hatred of the jocks; Matt because they bullied him, and Ramona bc they kept trying to hit on her. You know how it goes from here; they teamed up and took them down.

They dated for about a week and a half, but then Ramona dumped him out of nowhere, claiming she just wasn’t interested anymore. Matt was very hurt and confused by this, and it soon became clear to him that she was just using him for his powers (which was true to an extent, but she ultimately did care about him as a friend).

Angry and humiliated, Matt lost control of his temper (ergo, his powers, which are largely connected to his emotions) and his entire body lit on fire in a sudden burst of rage. He thankfully didn’t hurt Ramona, but she was standing close enough to get startled pretty badly without getting burned.

He only calmed down once he saw the look of terror in her eyes and the way she flinched back and he realized, with horror, what he had done. He let his anger get the better of him. He could’ve seriously injured her, or even killed her; the first true friend he ever made. And now she only saw him the way everyone else did. He tried to apologize, but she ran away frightened before he could get a word in. He’s carried the guilt of that day with him ever since.

Things were super awkward between them for the rest of middle school; they both wanted to say something about how they handled things, but were both too chicken to make the first move, so they just kinda avoided each other until they went to different high schools.

It was around this time he accidentally summoned the Demon Hipster Chicks, who helped him learn how to better hone his abilities, while also encouraging him to the dark side. This is where his “evil” phase began; he decided that if people were going to see him as a villain, then so be it (except he wasn’t actually evil at his core, just a melodramatic theatre kid edgelord who leaned into the Disney Villain schtick so people would quit bothering him even tho no one really took him THAT seriously). He had much better control of his powers at this point and was at a new school with mostly different people than his elementary/middle school, but didn’t see the point in making new friends bc he figured it would just end badly (if you remember the “they all hated me” scene from Meet the Robinsons, that was kinda his attitude during that period of his life). He definitely had a few girls try to flirt with him who thought he was all dark and brooding and mysterious, but he brushed them off bc he didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Ramona (unfortunately, this only made them more interested).

Several years pass, Matt gets a better handle on his powers, and Gideon recruits him into the League of Evil Exes. Matt is hesitant at first because he just wants to forget any of that ever happened, but Gideon plays on his insecurities (as he does with all the other exes) and conflicting feelings towards Ramona, and is able to successfully manipulate him to his side.

Before the fights started, Gideon had all the exes get together for a certain period of time to train and spar with each other so they could prepare (he probably called it “team bonding exercises” like the corporate asshole he is).

It’s during this point that he meets Lucas Lee, who he develops a (heavily repressed) crush on (I’m still deciding whether I hc him as gay or bi, but either way he likes men) and Roxy Richter, who he eventually befriends BUT starts out developing an intense, bitter rivalry with. Neither can stand the other; they’re constantly bickering with each other (often over whether pirates or ninjas are superior), trying to push each other’s buttons or one-up the other, or taunting each other during sparring matches. Lucas, being the chill dude he is, usually acts as a mediator when things get heated.

But one day Lucas isn’t around while they’re sparring, things go haywire, a nerve gets struck, and Matt accidentally burns Roxy’s arm during their fight. Matt freaks out because 1. he’s reminded of what happened with Ramona and 2. he doesn’t wanna get in trouble with Gideon (think of it like someone fighting with their younger sibling and hitting them, then the younger one starts crying & the older one is trying to calm them down before their parents show up), so he whisks her away so he can bandage her up himself (bc when you grow up like he has, you gotta know how to treat a burn wound).

Roxy protests throughout the whole process, insisting that she can take care of herself just fine (even though it’s at least a second-degree burn), but Matt insists that no she can’t so just let him do this one thing. They start to open up to one another and learn about each other’s reasons for being in the League & history with Ramona, and begin to realize they have more similarities than they initially thought. They both realize that Ramona had used them in some capacity (Matt for his powers, Roxy for her sexuality; hooo boy just you WAIT until I get into her backstory), they still have a lot of conflicting feelings about her (Matt feels guilty over almost hurting her, while Roxy is still in love with her at this point), and they both just don’t like Scott.

From then on, they become the most inseparable best friends to ever best friend. Shortly after, Lucas gets roped into their shenanigans and they form an unstoppable trio of besties. Roxy is all-too-aware of Matt’s crush on Lucas and teases him about it every chance she gets.

Things are fun, and then Matt’s fight comes up and he gets demolished. Roxy is devastated, Lucas can only stare in shock (HC that during fights, the remaining League members are scattered throughout the audience as a precautionary measure to make sure everything goes as planned & no one gets cold feet), & Roxy makes Lucas promise he’ll win the next fight for Matt.

Matt respawns in Subspace (think the scene where Scott almost gets killed & wakes up in the dream desert, except it looks different for everyone), and once his body fully heals he wakes up back in his room having learned his lesson, but also realizing that Gideon has been using them all as pawns.

During Lucas’s fight he manages to get Roxy away from the crowd, she realizes he’s not dead (first she punches him in the gut & then hugs him while saying something to the effect of “don’t you ever scare me like that again you asshole”) and he tries to convince her that the League isn’t worth it. She realizes the situation she’s gotten herself in, but feels like she’s already in too deep (plus part of the reason she joined was to prove herself; both to Ramona and in general, and she’s still determined to do so), and even if she wanted to leave (which she does now that her only friends are gone) they’re all bound by contract until the job is done.

At some point during all this, he moves in with Lucas (just as housemates…at first *wink*), and then Roxy moves in with them for a period of time until she starts dating Envy and they move in together. Between the three of them, he’s the best cook by a landslide.

He does eventually reconcile with Ramona after the events of the main story (NOT romantically, just for the purposes of getting closure); he apologizes for losing his temper and almost burning her to a crisp when they were kids, and to his surprise she responds that, while she was definitely scared in the moment, she ultimately hasn’t held it against him too much since he was still controlling his powers, and they acknowledge that they were both dumb preteens who didn’t know any better and were dealing with dumb preteen feelings.

I’m debating for the above scene to take place while he’s in Subspace post-battle (once again, similar to Scott after he gets killed), but I’ve also already had a similar scene with Roxy planned out in my HC for a long time (once again, just you WAIT until I get into that); I’m wondering if something like this could happen for all the exes so she could have a chance to get closure with them if she wanted to but idk if this would be too repetitive or defeat the purpose of her character arc in the canon story.

His friendship with Roxy is almost entirely made up of affectionate snark, daring each other to do dumb shit, gossip, attempting to one-up each other on karaoke night (or just scream-singing in the car together) and at various video games, and incredibly long-winded conversations about their favorite movies and respective love lives (and unsuccessfully trying to convince the other to just tell their crush how they feel). To give you an idea, imagine Steve & Robin from Stranger Things if they leaned more chaotic neutral.

As mentioned earlier, he’s a huge, proudly unabashed theatre kid; he grew up watching a lot of musicals & Bollywood movies & was pretty heavily involved in his high school drama club when he wasn’t being an edgy loner.

Thanks to his powers, he himself is completely immune to fire.

There’s probably more I can’t think of off the top of my head, that I’m still figuring out, or that was covered in my “randomly assorted” post, but if I think of anything else I’ll add it here!

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #matthew patel #ramona flowers #roxy richter #roxie richter #lucas lee #gideon graves #envy adams #headcanon

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

My Favorite Works From 2023

Hello!! These are some of my favorite works (fanfics or fan poetry) that i wrote this past year!

Consider this an author wrap up XD

Lovebird 

A Smalletho (Joel/Etho) Limited Life AU, with a bit of angst and a lot of fluff, featuring Love, the chicken.

This fic was a long time coming, and honestly? It was just so fun to work on, and I enjoyed every reread I did for editing. This is one of those fics where I just love the concept I came up with, and I think I executed it well!

"That sounds wonderful."

An Oli TheOrionSound/Joe Hills fic, set in my Spectators AU!

This AU is one of my favorites, and this ship was very fun to write! Oli and Joe are such characters and i love them dearly. I also love that os many people thought that the au was cute! I was not expecting as much positive feedback as I got and i'm very grateful for it ^-^

Everyone Knows He Has A Bad Memory

A poem inspired by with the time they had by my lovely friend @blocksruinedme (which you should totally read, i love it so much)

I wrote this before Vee had even posted the inspiring fic, and to this day it's one of my favorite poems that i've ever written. I liek the pacing, and the details, and the recurring line- i'm such a sucker for a recurring line, y'all have no idea. Overall I had fun with it, it made Vee smile, and I got to share my love of "with the time they had" with the world

It's never over with you, isn't it? 

A gift fic for @tiredfoxtf inspired by this artwork of theirs, and with a counterpart from my beloved @giddyfenix who wrote One touch away from going insane

I had so much fun working with Fénix on this, it's one of the only collaborative projects I've done in fandom, and honestly it was just a blast. I really enjoyed matching up those little details with him, and he just made the whole process so fun, i'm truly so grateful that we decided to do this together ^-^

Colors

A short poem about the colors of SmallEtho through Double Life!

I think I used imagery to convey a shifting in perspective, in their lives and relationship well, and im proud of how few words I needed to convey what I did. a whopping 67 words, and yet it still managed to hit people hard.

I'm very proud to have so much to show for my work this year, and Im looking forward to another amazing year with y'all, so here's to 2024!!

#my writing #end of year wrap up #im genuinely quite proud of myself #and so happy with what i've accompished ^v^ #If y'all want to read any of my fics or poems these are the ones imo! #LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH #you've made this year better than i could have imagined #<3<3<3<3<3

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 179 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: cutting the French tamarisk in my garden.

JON: "Sorry." BASIRA: "You apologise too much." Hmm, I wonder why Jon would have this feeling that he always has to apologize...

JON: [Chuckling] "Martin says the same thing." BASIRA: [Chuckling] "Like he’s any better." Hmm, I wonder why Martin would have this feeling as well...  (Guess what, abuse and trauma can do such things.)

JON: "What happened?" MARTIN: "I-I thought you were about to fire." BASIRA: "So you gasped, just in case?" Martin is so funny xD

I remember immediately noticing that the Daisy-munching-sounds stopped when Basira and Jon got into that argument on my first listen.

I can't quite figure out what happened when Daisy is already close to Jon (when Jon tells Basira to take the shot, but Martin tells her not to cause she'll hit Jon) but before she bit his leg... What kind of struggle happened there? I'm pretty sure this had to be envisioned in some way or shape to properly figure out what everybody would be saying and what sounds we're hearing.

Also, with the distorted growls and super distorted voice I always imagined Daisy's appearance similar to that fucking horrifying bear in Annihilation. Something that is similar distorted like her voice.

[GUNSHOT] [SNARLING] [TWO MORE GUNSHOTS] Ah, there's the three gunshots Alex messed up in MAG 158 XD

JON: "Is it… Is it awful that I wish she’d recognised me?" No, it's not. It's like he says. They were friends there near the end. They shared the suffering of starving, shared the feeling of nobody understanding their situation...

JON: "I didn’t think to check. Just, sort of, assumed it was safe." MARTIN: "That’s a pretty big assumption, Jon." Tbf it's justified. Until now there has never been anything out there which could have hurt Jon. Trevor could have hurt Martin, could have even killed him if he was still a Hunter. Well, Jon got away this time and I guess from now on hed be keeping a better eye out for this.

JON: “Hmmm. Apparently. I mean, I know it sounds strange, but it… it felt right for Daisy to be able to hurt me.” MARTIN: “Dream logic again?” JON: “Mmm. The… resonances from our relationship before the change carried over and –” Interesting post which got dug up because of a mag a day today. Also reblogged it today, but I’m repeat myself here: That does make sense and it works very well with MAG 200. Jon also says it to Martin, “It has to be you”.

BASIRA: "No. You go on. I’ll make my own way to London." MARTIN: "What? No, don’t be daft, it’s not a problem for us to wait while you deal with this." BASIRA: "Please. Just go. …" MARTIN: "Wait, seriously?" Martin didn't learn anything from last episode. Basira likes to deal with stuff on her own and in silence.

MARTIN: "We’re not doing this." BASIRA: [softly] "Martin. Please." I know, Martin's intentions are good and it's his caregiver thing, but he got to stop assuming what's best for him in a situation like this is best for everyone else as well. It's already hard and it's so energy-draining fighting off other people you don't want to respect your way to grief on top of it.

@a-mag-a-day

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