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2-lines-and-a-circle · 10 months

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Getting hit by a water gun

Notes: A little kid was racing past you two, decided to shoot you both with their water gun. What is his reaction?

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Informs the kid it’s not okay to hit people out of the blue like that. Of course, the kid dislikes getting yelled at and decides to shoot more water at Riddle. Before Riddle can catch them, the kid runs away to their next target. That’s when Riddle notices how soaked you are and uses his magic to dry you both off.

“Shooting with water guns is not appropriate when you’re attacking strangers. If you want to have fun you must follow the rules of the game, I’m su- *water flies into his face* Heh~ You’ve got quite the nerve kid.”

Ace Trappola:

Has a quick flashback to when he used to be that kind of kid and probably still is. Gets an idea and runs into the nearest shop to have his own water gun fight. Calls up the rest of the first years to participate. Losers have to buy everyone a meal at their favorite restaurant. Never drys you off, tells you that the sun will dry if off for you.

“I’m pretty confident I’ll be sitting in the winner's seat tonight! Hey! Why are you aiming your gun at me like that?!"

Deuce Spade:

Thinks it’s Ace at first then notices it was just a little kid. Doesn’t think much of it afterwards but sees how wet the two of you are. Informs you that running will dry you off faster since he heard a rule about it from Riddle a few days ago. The two of you start running along the beach like two idiots instead of two models.

“Isn’t it nice to run together like this?... Where did you go? *turns his head* _____! Over here!”

Cater Diamond:

Checks to see if his phone got splashed before himself, then takes a selfie with you to commemorate such an occasion. You stare in awe as you’ve never seen his hair down before. Cater says the two of you should leave your hair styled like this for the rest of the day.

“Whatcha think? Leaving our hair like this gives off a totally different vibe than normal.”

Trey Clover:

Checks to make sure the two of you aren’t super soaked, much to his dismay both of your clothes are dripping wet. Looks around to spot a nearby store, rushes in to purchase a towel, but just one towel. He’s so busy drying you off that he forgets about his own clothes.

“My shirt? Don’t worry I’ll try myself off once I’m done getting you all dry.”

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Hates getting wet so he’s pretty irritated from getting shot by a water gun. You’re staring pretty intensely at Leona as he looks refreshing as you’ve never seen this side to him before. Asks you to dry him off which is when he notices how you’re both soaked, the two of you decide to walk in the sun to dry yourself.

“Y’know a way to clean this mess up? … walk around in the sun you say *sigh* let’s find a place to nap then”

Ruggie Bucchi:

Doesn’t really mind getting wet as he kind of expected it as he saw the group of kids from earlier. Says that it’s going to be fine and the two of you walk off to the nearest food stall. Due to his reaction the kids came back resulting in a playful reaction from Ruggie as he over exaggerated getting shot from them. Overall reminding him of the kids back from his hometown.

“Ouch! _____, help me I’m drowning from their attacks! Woah why are you the one taking charge now.”

Jack Howl:

Dodges before the water could even touch him, but results in all of the water landing on you instead. Tries to think of the fastest way to get you dried off as possible, fails in response. Eventually you use your own magic to dry off and you use your magic to make a small gust of wind in Jack’s face.

“Tch, I almost got water on me if I hadn’t moved…? My bad, it seems like all of the water went to you instead.”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

Thanks to the kid blurring his vision you get the chance to see Azul without any glasses on. You forget about the sticky feeling of wet clothes as you watch Azul clean off his glasses. Once he finishes Azul makes a point that you two need to dry yourself off, so you leave for the NRC.

“Staying like this is rather unpleasant, who would have thought wet clothes would feel this way. ____, let’s go back to NRC together. I can’t have you staying in those clothes either.”

Jade Leech:

Is quite intrigued by the act of shooting water in such a motion, chases down the kid to ask them more questions. As you leave to catch up with Jade you notice how he hasn’t turned into an eel. Curious you ask Jade how and when he turns into one.

“Curious now, are we? I’ll be glad to show you if you’ll join me in a game of water guns.”

Floyd Leech:

Also chases down the kid, he too would like to know more about the game unknown to him. Since you were both already wet you two played a few rounds, it was mainly Floyd shooting you though. The only times you managed to get him was when you hid somewhere.

“__________ !!! Where are ya! If you come out now, I promise I’ll shoot you only once!”

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

Looks like a refreshing sea otter. Jamil pops up to help clean up Kalim as he’s drying him off with a handkerchief and some wind magic. Then, Jamil helps you to dry off in no time. At the end of the cleaning, Kalim suggests you three to play a game with the other second years as well.

“I can’t wait to play with everyone else, right _____! Hmm, Jamil did you say something?”

Jamil Viper:

After cleaning up Kalim from the mess earlier he’s now roped into a game of water guns. The rest of the second years join in, but Jamil is constantly surrounded by Floyd and you who have teamed up. The same kid from earlier shoots Jamil in the face again, leaving him to be the first one out.

“Somehow, I feel a sense of deja vu from the unexpected outcome… it’s time to prepare towels for Kalim now.”

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

After getting shot Vil checks on himself using a compact mirror, while you anxiously dry him off. Due to the use of your wind magic the two of you now have crazy hair which is all knotted up. Vil isn’t too pleased, but he would much rather stay dry than be a soaking mess.

“Tell me, does looking like this amuse you? Perhaps it does, you’ve been laughing for a while now.”

Epel Felmeir:

After joining the rest of the first years in a game of water guns, it’s down to Epel and Jack. In the final battle Epel comes out to be the winner, but in that moment a kid comes out to attack Epel.

“Ugh! Who shot me! Was it you ___________? I’ll get you, just you wait.”

Rook Hunt:

Before the kid can shoot him, Rook closes in on the kid to inform them to not shoot people. Right after Rook has a thorough talk with the kid, he asks you to join in on a game of water guns. Before you can answer he shoots you with one he had hidden away from you. From there the two of you engage in a heated battle.

“Let’s begin the chase now! I'll be sure to hunt you down beautifully."

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

Idia’s hair didn’t go out, much to your disappointment. Searching for some way to dry off Idia you were shocked to notice a new spark in him. He was in deep thought about something and before you could notice he walked off. Following Idia, it seemed he had a newfound idea on making a water gun for himself.

“... What were you expecting to see? Y-you thought my hair was a blue flame this whole time?!”

Ortho Shroud:

Seeing the kid before they could reach you both, you quickly pushed Ortho out of the way. Of course, you ended up being the one soaked in water, thankfully Ortho managed to dry you off. However, he was quite curious about water gun fights, Ortho proceeded to ask if you would engage in one with him.

“Ahaha, you look like a huge mess, but are water guns really that much fun?”

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

Intrigued by the confidence of the little kid who shot the two of you he chases down the kid to ask to join the game. Much to his disappointment the kid had already been chased down by the twins. Seeing this you propose to play a game together instead, you also invite the fellow third year students who by a miracle say yes.

“Child of man, if I win against the others will you enjoy a sweet victory with me?”

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia lets himself get shot by the kid and, similar to Ruggie, entertains the kid who shot him. Joins the kids for a light game of water guns before getting invited to join the third years for a game on their own. Totally owns them and destroys everyone.

“Oh, dear. Is that all you’ve got to defeat me? I guess that victory dessert is far away from you now.”

Sebek Zigvot:

Goes off on the kid, but he misses his chance as he takes one good look at you who is also wet. Decides to take off first so the two of you go off to buy some towels to dry off. Inside the store you pick up some ice cream and enjoy some as you walk back to the dorms.

“Hmm… you didn’t think you would see this side of me. What do you mean? Huh! You think I look like a little kid eating ice cream like this!”

Silver:

Protects you from the water and is dripping wet now. You notice how princely he looks, and he smiles at you saying he’s happy you think that way. Silver’s just happy knowing he protected you from getting soaked by the water. Seeing Silver is already wet, he gets invited by Kalim to join the second years to play with water guns. The two of you happily join the rest.

“Don’t worry about me, a little water won’t bother me. Huh? You think I’m dripping with good looks. Saying stuff like that… that’s quite a compliment.”

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lawlietscaramels · 17 days

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Married ╾ L

I made the mistake of Thinking.

There are some parts that don't seem very L-ish to me, perhaps because of the perspective I wrote from.

Angst.

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It was only a little thing.

Lost between the aisle and vows, the rows of empty seats that weren't really rows or seats because does a tree really fall if nobody needs it for timber?, it was only a little thing.

L cut the cake and he gave the first slice to you. It tasted like frosting and unevenly cooked chocolate batter. It was delicious.

L took you home. You failed to consummate. Can you fail, if you don't try? It was only a little thing, of no matter. You were tired. You cuddled instead. Both start with C. Interchangeable. You had a husband. You only had to hold him close.

One year later – just under – and it was winter on the other side of the globe. Summer where you sat, winter where L crouched. It was cold in a big bed alone, but what's to be expected married to a workaholic and you only needed a little thing, that voice call every other week.

Very soon, he returned.

Everything was perfect. It WAS perfect, what a little thing, that capitalisation, but how it changes the meaning. L returned, and because he did, everything was naturally perfect. Meant to be perfect, because you were meant to be. L held you close for a minute. Your husband. You only had to hold him.

Yellow. That was the colour of the cushions you bought together. Yellow. L's favourite colour wasn't yellow. Considering the shade and pattern, it wasn't yours either. But they brightened up the place. Brightened up the mood.

Only at night did the colour sap out with the warmth, dark blue through the house. Dark blue between the two bodies on the bed. Space.

Until death do us part. It's only a little thing. A promise, we will part.

Four more months and four more days. Kisses on the cheek when cooking dinner. Trying to be closer. He scooped you up in his arms one day and took you dancing around the kitchen, held your hand.

Only for a night.

Random, wasn't it? How we met? you asked. Random, wasn't it? How we fell in love?

Everything that seems random, seems chaotic, has pattern and reason when viewed in a big enough frame, he answered, and went back to his ramen. No magic. Only a little thing, that bit of wonder in life. L, do you see the magic? is what you ask, hand left hovering above the paper towels. But L, do you understand me? Do you sympathise? is what you mean.

Verfremdungseffekt, he tells you with a grin, and just laughs when you don't understand.

Even the prosperous inevitably decay said your grandma, sic transit gloria mundi if you had asked L, all that's fair must fade said the writer. Same phrase different words. Same words different phrase?

Regardless, the autumn leaves always begin colourful, dancing in the dusty wedding photos on the mantle, but they fade by the end of the season. Outside the brown leaves crunch, die, are ready for white snow to hide away the misery. A little thing, a leaf. How little in the breeze. It falls off the tree to die. It's only a little thing.

Awake all night. Usually that was L's job but tonight it was yours. Look at his face. His body, curled up in defence. His face, the tightness in his expression even in sleep. Look. How closed off he was. You reached out and brushed his hair. He turned his head away.

No matter. You turned your head away and stared out the window. No magic. No yellow cushions to brighten it up. A cold chill, L's skin, the thin blankets and the air. Winter. Winter where you sat. L was as far away as the summertime. Spring was fair. Autumn was bitter. Winter was dead. Summer had hope. Perhaps you ought have been married in summer. But it was still autumn, the last day, so very close.

Dull. But you had a husband, and you held him close for a night. He gave you the cake. A little thing. Danced with you. But there was dark blue space. A little thing again. Verfremdungseffekt. L, you say and he doesn't stir, L, do you hear me?

Air void of an answer. It was cold. L's skin was cold. There were warm clothes in the cupboard. There were warm cafés in the nighttime. What music was out there tonight?

December. Winter.

A little thing.

You left.

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

tags → @maevearcher @rinneroraito

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mossy-opal · 6 months

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Jin Sandwich

Jin Bubaigawara x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Smut. The title is self explanatory- IT'S SHORT

It was his idea to begin with, and who are you to deny him what he wants? Besides, it was a good idea after all. All he needed to do was have confidence in himself, while he watched you two kiss.

After all, it's not as if it's someone else kissing you, groping you, making you moan. Well, technically it's not someone else.

It's still him, just a clone.

So while he watched himself grind on you, his scruffy face red with blush while his shaky hands grabbed your ass, holding you closer to him.

This was a great idea, Jin thought to himself while he moved towards you and his clone, making himself comfortable behind you. Soon, you were on your hands and knees, Jin thrusting into you with a bruising grip on your hips. Your moans and whines were drowned out by his own, that and the cock shoved down your throat. His clone had your head in his hand, his hips thrusting every so often, his shaking even worse while he felt himself get closer to that euphoria- Was this really happening? How was- This is all so much to- Oh god!

Jins eyes widened while his clone grit his teeth and cried in ecstasy, before it fell apart and melted. You started coughing, unable to swallow the muck that appeared in your mouth. Jin immediately pulled out of you and put himself away to fret about you, before you laughed, still coughing. He laughed as well, the mood being long gone while you two laughed hysterically with each other.

Well, Jin learned something new about his clones.

No Tags, I couldn't be asked.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #jin bubaigawara #jin bubaigawara x reader #twice mha #jin mha #twice x reader #jin x reader #jin smut #twice smut #sorta three way #short read #it's more like a blurb than anything lmao

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the-pobble-terrarium · 2 months

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KING BRANCH AU DRABBLES “What… what was she like?”

Branch visibly tensed at the question. He wasn’t looking at Viva, but he could see the strained look on her face from his peripherals, could hear the plead behind her question. He turned away from it, from these.. intense emotions radiating from her. He knew it would be hard news for her, death is just… like that. It’s never easy. But seeing it in real time was different, it sort of reminded him of himself in a way, which put a curious knot in his stomach he’d much rather ignore.

“I’m sorry Viva. I can’t.” He fought to keep the waver out of his voice. It was supposed to show he was strong, that he wouldn’t let this years old death hurt him- but it only came off calloused and cold. He was never really good with tone like that, coming off rude when he meant to be sincere. It was something most of the village was used to, but Viva wasn’t really ‘most of the village.’

“Branch Please.” He could hear her encroaching on his space, inching forward in tandem with her desperate plea. “I’ve spent my whole life wondering if she was alive, wondering if I’d ever see her again. I’d at least like to know something about who she was, what she was like.” That hit home. In an uncomfortably close way honestly. Could he really deny her the solace of knowing at least a little bit about her sister? Could Branch really deny a sibling stories of their loved ones they never got to properly meet?

“…Fine.” He relented. “Poppy was… energetic, like you. She tried to see the good in everything, tried to put a smile on everyone’s face… even mine. She told me she believed ‘no one is incapable of happiness.” He paused and laughed softly at the memory, “I’m still skeptical.. She was a great person- she was brave, and funny, and she always knew just what to say to persuade you.” He was becoming shaky despite his attempts to keep still, hooking himself into the felt grass with his hands, like it would stop him from falling apart. “She loved scrap booking and giving gifts and singing and she-” His voice cracked horribly, and he had to stop for a moment. “She would have made a great leader,” he finished quietly, his waver gone but his eyes edged with water. He could feel Viva’s eyes boring into him, begging him to say more- but he wouldn’t. He had crossed a line he set years ago.

He simply got up and left, and Viva could not protest.

#POBwrites #Heres that promised little snippet >:3 #writing #drabbles #short read #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks trolls #viva trolls #branch trolls #trolls angst #King Branch AU #death mention #WE GETTIN THE DOUBLE WHAMMY OF CONTENT FO TODAY !!!#yeah I know this'll likely flop cuz its late #but idc !!!!!

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thelampisaflashlight · 6 months

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A Moment of Respite

[Set back back when Alpha and Omega were still in the band, Dew leaves a party to spend some time outside. Feat. Jeremy and Lamb. I felt like having them interact even though I previously established that they hadn't before. Maybe it's just one of those things Dew doesn't remember from before his elemental change, but who's to say? Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

Dew stares at the drink in his hands, cringing at the potent smell of alcohol wafting from the cup over the fizzing cola.

Rum and coke.

A pretty standard drink, hard to fuck up, but definitely not something he generally gravitates towards.

He swirls the liquid around, debating whether or not to take a sip as he takes in the sights and sounds of the party around him.

It's towards the end of the night, so much of the excitement has died down, and it's only a matter of time before people start filing out the door.

Dew would leave with them, if he wasn't already home.

In theory, he could retreat down the hallway to his dorm room, lock his door from the inside, put on his headphones...

He sets his drink down on the back of the couch, where it will probably spill and leave a sticky stain, but he doesn't care really.

Someone will clean it up in the morning or not and it won't really matter.

They'll throw out the couch in a month, or a year, or, fuck, maybe even burn it.

Dew knows he would if he could.

Taking stock of the room, he can see Alpha is already passed out in his favorite chair -the one that smells heavily of piss, even if the fire ghoul insists it "DOES NOT"- and Mist is drawing dicks on his face.

Omega is decidedly... missing.

Truth be told, Dew lost track of the quintessence ghoul halfway through the party, and he wouldn't be entirely surprised to find out he's shacking up with some random sister of sin in a corner somewhere.

He'd walked in on him plowing a nurse from the infirmary one time and had been too embarrassed to look at him after the fact, let alone let him touch him, even if he was bleeding pretty badly.

He worries the line of the now faint scar along his index finger.

Zephyr had stitched him up, between panicking over the blood and cursing his existence, they'd managed to get Dew patched up with shaking hands, swearing more every time the needle skipped in his unsteady fingers.

Of course, Omega found out eventually, and, boy, had that been an interesting conversation...

Taking a deep breath, Dew slips away from the noise of the party and makes his way down the hall, taking the winding corridors back to his dorm room.

Dew's room -little more than a glorified storage closet- sits at the far end of the ghouls' den, next to the stairwell leading up to a little courtyard that's seldom used by the human members of the clergy.

When he's bored at night, Dew likes to go outside and sit on the lone bench posted along the wall and smoke.

Sometimes, one of the ghouls from the other half of the basement, the rehab, will sneak upstairs and sit with him.

They're always good company, even if they don't talk much.

The rehab is...

Well, he's not really sure what it is.

Ghouls from other branches of the ministry wind up there from time to time.

Ferals, strays...

Omega takes care of them with help from one of the human staff members.

Brother Elijah.

It's a sort of "side project" started by Primo for reasons unknown to the masses.

Dew spent a little time there in the past, back when he was first summoned.

He can remember doing a lot of tests, physical, mental, emotional...

"It's just to see where you're at." Omega had assured him, "There's no shame in not being able to do something, I only need to know what you can do so we can help you better."

Creeping up the steps, Dew hears a startled gasp as a lighter falls from above, bouncing off of his head.

"Shit, sorry-"

"Sitting on the wall again?" Dew asks, making eye contact with a scruffy faced man with mismatched eyes, "You're lucky Omega is AWOL, or he'd be lecturing you for being out here alone again, Jeremy."

"I'm not alone." Jeremy says as Dew hops up to sit beside him, noticing a figure crouching beside the other, a single, eerily green eye flicking towards him briefly as its owner pauses their digging in the soil, "Lamb's keeping me company."

"Lamb's not supposed to be out here either." Dew comments, fiddling with the lighter Jeremy dropped a moment ago, "...How are you feeling?"

"Good... Bad." he sighs, running a hand through his newly trimmed hair, "Tired... Stomach hurts."

"Because of the b-" Dew cuts himself off, looking up at the sky, "Well, fresh air helps with that."

"Mn." Jeremy tilts his head towards Dew, and the ghoul shifts closer to let him lean on him, "I wasn't smoking, just so you know."

"...What were you doing?"

Jeremy gestures towards the area where Lamb is digging, "Lighting leaves on fire... They like the smoke."

Dew watches the little ghoul play, "...I should really get you two back inside, it's supposed to get pretty cold. Might even snow."

"Ten more minutes." Jeremy hums, closing his eyes, "The air is so clean out here, feels good."

"Okay... Okay."

They sit in silence, and slowly, but surely, Jeremy's head becomes heavier on Dew's shoulder.

"Ready?"

"...Ready."

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #omega ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #nameless ghoul oc #ghost band oc #sibling of sin #sibling of sin oc #short read

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zacwuv · 4 months

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My Glittering Friend (Erotica/Tentacles/MonsterxHuman/3k)

In a large and mysterious mansion resting at the edge of a nameless city, there lives a woman named Ani Berlough with rather particular tastes. The entire first floor of her home is dedicated to shelves of books, trinkets, and jars full of oddities. A large mahogany table is at the center, and there she usually sits to organize and summarize each new item or friend she has acquired.

Ani has many travelers and traders that she works with, though she would never mention them to one another. Their relationships are a pact between each other, and their trades are secrets just for them. Ani has solidified this as a fundamental promise before any work can be done, because - unfortunately - what she desires from some traders can at times be a problem for other traders to be aware of.

She’s a powerful woman with powerful needs. And now, sitting in silence at her mahogany table simply writing notes, one of those needs slowly builds and thickens at the base of her stomach. Her thighs twitch, then fold over each other.

She huffs at what’s left to be done of her work and glances across her shelves, though there’s not a soul in sight. No visitors today, no travelers, no traders...Hm. Since it’s early afternoon, she doubts any will come.

Ani knows herself well. She’s already distracted, so she may as well…yes, she may as well.

Ani places her pencil down and flips her light burgundy hair over her shoulder. The tall, admittedly ostentatious, chair she sits in scrapes against the flooring as she pushes it back to stand, and the sound echoes.

Some distance behind where she sits, there is a gaping hall between two bookshelves that reach the ceiling. The hall stays dark at all times. Only Ani can walk through. As she walks, she adjusts the belt holding her wrap-dress closed, excitement beginning to thrum down her arms all the way to her toes. The darkness grazes her skin in hello and she smiles in return.

Ani reaches a door that she habitually knows the location of. She pushes against it and closes her eyes against the bright afternoon sunlight. The door shuts silently behind her.

Her yard is a hub of her interests. She ignores all but the cave that sits at the base of a small mountain that she uses to grow particular herbs and flora. She prefers to be barefoot, so she makes sure to take the tending of her yard very seriously. The grass is soft between her toes as she walks toward the opening. Yellow flowers have been sporadically growing here in clumps, but they’re small and harmless, which is not what she can say about some other flora that attempts to grow in her gardens.

The yellow flowers rise in quantity as she crosses the caves’ threshold and walks deeper in the tunnel that the opening becomes.

Ani loves the shift from sunlight to blue luminescence that occurs when she passes a certain point of the tunnel. She breathes deeply in and feels the mint-like chill that tingles down her throat. God. She loves that feeling. Her pace picks up and the edges of her mouth can’t help but twitch upwards about her own child-like excitement.

The tunnel leads straight to an alcove that is softly glowing blue. The light emanating comes from clear-blue crystals that grow downwards from the ceiling of the space. Taking up about half of the floor below the crystals is a pond, and the soft shifting of the water creates fluctuating light of silvers and light blues against the walls of the alcove. It’s here that the yellow flowers truly take over, and they cover the rest of the free ground surrounding the pond. Ani treads across the flowers to reach the edge of the water and kneel before it. She knows they’ll grow back.

She flares out her dress around her legs, then leans her head over the water to stare down into it. Her breasts are large enough that they threaten to spill over the collar of her dress, but she pays it no mind. Her limits of indecency are incredibly contextual.

For a moment, all she can see is the blurry reflection of her face in the water. When something glimmering shifts beneath the surface, she smiles. The glimmering collects itself into a shape, almost like a silver fish swimming upwards. But what breaches the surface of the water isn’t a fish.

Something gelatin-like and almost see-through pops up in front of Ani’s face. It’s thin and rounded at the tip, but acquires girth at Its base as it extends higher from the water, and keeps rising until what you can see of its bottom is as thick as Ani’s thigh, like the tentacle of a very large octopus. The light from the crystals make it seem to have an aqua tint. Along with the sparkle-like shine that’s across Its form, when It moves, It shifts between being clear as water, then clear and blue, and glittering like a crystal all at once.

“Good afternoon, Dear,” Ani says, looking up at the tip, eyes sparkling. It wiggles up and down, like a little wave, then leans in close. She kisses the tip, and a tiny vibration ripples across Its surface. Ani giggles. “How have you been today?”

Ani doesn’t notice two other tips breaching the waters’ surface, since she’s distracted by placing kisses across the one that’s in front of her. They grow from either side of the first, and travel low and sneakily to the side of Ani’s knees. They wrap suddenly around her ankles and pull forward, effectively flipping Ani onto her back with an, “Oop!” as she lands, cushioned by the flowers and the soft dirt beneath them.

“Getting right to it, hm?” Ani laughs. The smaller ones get to work on snapping off her belt and slipping off her underwear, easily accessible since her loose wrap-dress now lies gaping open. Meanwhile, the main entity rises tall above Ani, practically looming over her, Its base now thicker than Ani’s body. But this doesn’t make Ani nervous. She only smiles wide and purrs, “Wonderful.”

Read the rest on my website here (1 8+ only!!)

#monster romance #monster lover #hot monster #fantasy #fantasy art #independent author #tentacles #teratophillia #monster boyfriend #monster oc #short read #tentacle monster #I wrote this a couple years ago #and the art is older as well #I kind of miss coloring that way haha I’m still really happy w the cover #more stories on my website!

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brideofdiscord-rewritten · 7 months

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Bride of Discord Rewritten Chapter 15: since my last confession

Please note that this chapter may be more mature in writing than the other chapters. It is SAFE FOR WORK, but I'm bad at writing in a lighter tone, or simplistically. That isn't a brag that's bad.

Limp.

The body of discord hung from a slab of wood, surely A hybrid piano chair; Unsupported- hanging high above the consciousness. Awake in the dream relm. Of course he has wandered into the holes amongst the walls, scurrying and nibbling on the fleshy wrinkles incessantly, not bothered to even wipe his sniveling maw. Morally upstanding ponies dare not question their ineptitude, nor acknowledge or even ever be aware of the lingering sense of freedom he has and cannot possibly show remorse for.

No reason to.

How good would their malformed jaws feel when they spit out the bridle, tore the blinders away? He'd never know. They wouldn't let him know. They envied his innate love for everything and they were none the wiser.

Discord was a relative young being, he never went to high school, he uh, spawned around the same time as Celestia. He assumes. She was always older than him but probably not by much. Maybe he appeared to balance the chaos/science scale. Who cared. Discord was alive. Luna was older than him. He likes Luna, she didn't bother to change they way she spoke.

All that reputation-building from Celestia as Luna was caught in the midst of her adolescence chained to the moon. When old Celestia, pedestal Celestia, oh, pristine pure celestial, Celestia the CLEAN SCUM FILTH! when she revised the world to her whim where was Luna but surrounded by her beautiful night she couldn't even touch!

It didn't seem that simple anymore for discord. Where other ponies couldn't see how, for lack of a better word, beautiful and horrible his chaos was, fluttershy could breathe it. For a species of one, discord could see the simplistic contentedness normalcy. Celestia loved Luna more than she loved her sun. Luna appreciates the reclaimed love from her subjects, her colleagues, her equals. Her sister, her return to being a good pony.

Discord slumped down chair, cascading into a cheese wheel, before eating his way out, still scratching his beard. He fell downward towards the floor, his body smooth slithering down the... air.

He lay on the floor as everything around him spun. Backwards, slow motion, becoming 2D, 4D, fractals and organic shapes. It always came back to two shapes. One being a cane, the other... a silly shape. Like a spade..

"you shouldn't have her out like that. Shell waltz off!"

"She's grown."

"hey moron? You hear me? I know you do, I'm you! Haven't spoke to me in a bit!"

"Didn't need to."

The mirror hovered above him, trimmed in lead. Just a block. It didn't used to be. Had leaf detailings, with figs serving the vines a long heel. It clinked in tinked and sparkled like an icy windchime. Now it was just a block.

"newsflash: YOU DO!" The reflection maimed his ears. "I mean, who do you think you are, shutting out me? I'm yourself, I always will be!"

"no you won't."

Defiance. Dissent. How infuriating to have something flipped on you, that you wouldn't think would irritate you.

"I think you need to-"

"YOU DON'T THINK ANYTHING!" Discord boomed from the floor. Everything fell, clattering to the linoleum and wood.

"YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT MY THOUGHTS AND I DONT THINK OF YOU ANYMORE!"

The reflection grew big and tore through the walls. Stones crushed the atmosphere.

"NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU WANDER YOUR MIND AND TRY TO ORGANISE THE SCAPES-DONT YOU KNOW WHY THEY DONT STAY THAT WAY?! DO YOU POSSIBLY THINK SOME IMBECILIC STINT IN YOUR LIFE WILL POSSIBLY CHANGE YOUR NATURE??!!"

nature. What a joke. He is nature. Nature was to love. And he loved this life. This mind. This unorganized mish-mash of her.

The antler fell off of the reflection. that was what he was, nothing more. It didn't even have all of its features anymore, just misshapen and unfamiliar orifices.

"You're not high and mighty because that one horse out of billions wants to, perhaps, NOT kill you!"

"because I deserve it! She deserves it! You're nothing more to me but a shard of glass I threw out for not reflecting!"

The nose Sloughed off of the reflection. As did the teeth and the fur.

"and that's just it! I had no reason to listen to that! How easy to make you- no, IT break with just thinking different! You hold nothing over me! DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU'RE NOTHING!! THIS REFLECTION IS NOTHING! YOU'RE GONE UF I SAY YOU ARE!!!"

The reflection shouted as the feathers slid off like melting wax, screeching as its very covering slithered form the body in a green glinting madness, leaving just bone that turned to dust.

Discord watched in horror, chucking the mirror furiously into the wall, watching a single shard embed itself into the stone. He covered his face as the ice ricochets towards him at mach speeds. A hail of glass that used to mean something. The sound resounded throughout the empty room, a great clattering, a metal bar slamming against the tile and then tinkling gently as the clear dust settled.

He didn't need this.

All of it. The kidnapping, the contract- it was worthless to him. She shouldn't even want to look at him again, after all of this. He couldn't just use her to become better and leave her with nothing? He had to make it right. Nothing he could give her could match the profound gift he received, ever.

Discord swirled in on himself, wrapped into a protective shell. Glass snow hovered above him idly. His eyes set on the ponies as they jabbered on beyond the door he peeped through.

"Don't be ridiculous, Applejack, she just said they were best friends!" Ouch. Why did he feel so hurt?

"He's fun and all, "but you can't really-" ouch!

He was just fun. I couldn't possibly be loved. He shook the thought from his head. How ridiculous! He was fun! She just couldn't see past that because she doesn't know him...

"Fluttershy, you can't be serious! He tried to take over Equestria! Three times!"

It didn't feel like him.

"He practically keeps you prisoner!"

But he cannot deny the accusations.

"He threatened the princesses!"

Every word made him Sick to his stomach.

"He beat me at Twister!"

And it was a damn challenge!

"GET OFF HER FLANK!!!"

...

The baby. He stood up, levitating. Another of him, standing short and twittering above the young mares, defending him. Sharing with him what he knew since he was born, what growing up with ponies taught him despite it being so uncomfortable to be told.

Discord knew he had a heart, because now it was aching. It wasn't jealousy, it wasn't spite at the young thing that pulled at his tear ducts uselessly. It was the relief that the baby dragon grew up with something he couldn't possibly imagine having all his life.

A commandment of love.

And he knew the ponies were right. And he knew the dragon was wise beyond his years. And he knew that fluttershy deserves to be around the love she grew up with.

Kimono told to him of the most powerful gift to grant on another.

#this chapter was not in the original series #it was made by me as an addition that made more sense than the intended chapter within the context of my rendition #mlp fim #my little pony #friendship is magic #mlp #fluttershy #bride of discord #bride of discord rewritten #discord #kimono mlp #one shot #fluttercord #short read #chapter 15 #angst

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pyeonghongrie · 11 months

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Thank You.

banner by @kwanisms!! (I edited it a bit, with permission of course!!)

Summary: Yeosang and Y/N have been in a relationship for five years, on their sixth anniversary, new year’s eve, they confessed that they have fallen out of love with each other.

Characters/Pairing: Boyfriend!Yeosang x Partner!Reader

Genre: ANGST • Fluff (if you squint)

AU/Trope info: Established relationship, Break up AU, Reader is gender neutral c:

Word Count: 708

Warnings: Just straight-up angst.

Rating: 16+

A/N: reupload from @hwasrie, my old blog, I'm reuploading my own work, I did not plagiarize.

Tags: @cultofdionysusnet, @kwanisms, @yoonguurt, @lemonhongjoong, @shinestarhwaa, @stardragongalaxy, @wooyoungmybelovedhusband, @anyamaris, @dimpledsatan, @ilovetnbhd, @flowerboykun, @seongwin, @midnxght-sky

“I can’t lie to you, you know that; I don’t love you anymore.”

These were the words he spoke to you, his voice quivering. A year ago today, he would’ve told you the same thing he told you for the past five years; ‘I love you.’, but this time he couldn’t bring himself to say so. He never lied to you, he wanted to keep up what he kept saying to you, to lie to you just to spare you, but he couldn’t.

His eyes used to hold a wonder-filled sparkle to them, now glossy and filled with tears, the sparkle dull and distant. His lip quivered, unable to say anything more. You stood there, unable to say anything as well. You knew this was going to happen at some point, it was only a matter of time, but when did you realize it? When did you stop loving him? When did your feelings start to lessen?

Did you ever love him?

Yes, yes you did. You loved Kang Yeosang. You loved Kang Yeosang. You blink back your tears, is it really going to end like this? You stare up at him, staring into his tear-filled eyes. “I know.” You’ve been holding back from asking him for the longest time, but you can’t seem to avoid it now. You seemed calm, however, your eyes betray you, they scream and pour your sorrows onto your face, hot tears rolling down your cheeks while the cold winter air cools them over. “I’m sorry,” He takes a deep, shaky breath before continuing, “for telling you like this. And for making it obvious, I didn’t mean to hurt you for so long, but I might as well rip the bandaid off now. I respect you, and I care for you, I always will, but I don’t love you anymore. Let’s break up.” He swallows after saying that. At least he was honest, he always was. Never did he lie to you.

“I know we should, but can you do something for me?” He nods reluctantly, “Just once, just one last time, can you hold me and tell me you love me? Lie to me, Kang Yeosang.” He bit his lip, looking at everything other than you. His shoulders slack, he won’t, he couldn’t.” “(Y/N), I want to, but I can’t, I’m sorry.”

So you cry, your shoulders shaking up and down as you sobbed into your palms, of course, you’re heartbroken. Just last year he told you he loved you, he was so sure of it.

It’s been a few hours since he first said those words, you were going to help him move out of your apartment, but while you two were waiting for morning, you slept apart. For the first time in years, your winter felt cold, empty. Like the bed you slept on, perfect silk sheets heavy on your chest, your own heart beating so loudly it sounded like footsteps on your stairs.

You hoped it was Yeosang coming up to hold you, but you were met with nothing but heartbreak as you realized that he wasn’t coming up for you, he wasn’t coming up at all. You cried into the space that once had Yeosang’s pillow, your cheek stinging as the sheets abrase your face.

The next morning, Yeosang was in your formerly shared bedroom, boxes filled as his side of the closet empty out, his trinkets, shoes, personal items, everything was slowly but surely being piled up out of your apartment. “(Y/N), thank you, I know I loved you, truly, thank you for the most amazing five years of my life.” He said as he kissed your forehead one final time.

You smiled, also grateful for the time you spent with him. You set down the last piece of clothing that you helped him fold. Sealing the boxes as you helped him haul his stuff into the truck, he planned to move back in with his parents while he finds another place to stay in.

He turns back to you, opening his arms and hugging you, you hugged him back, wishing him a happy new year and to travel safely. He smiles and starts the truck he rented, leaving the place you once shared.

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shrekgogurt · 8 months

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1.5k words, T, complete

read: tripped & fell into his bed on ao3

recommended listening: bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo

#snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #i put them through the horrors but it's also kinda funny #short read #fic alert #tripped & fell into his bed #impulse posting

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andreai04 · 5 months

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“It’s important that we learn the lessons our mother didn’t.”

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error-dark · 8 months

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I saw a post on here saying that they wanted a Koopa General/Reader fanfic, so I wrote one.

Is it good? probably not.

Is it funny? I sure hope it is.

Will they kiss at the end? I won't spoil it.

#koopa general #blue shell koopa #gender neutral reader #koopa general x reader #fanfiction #fanfiction on ao3 #one-shot #short read

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lawlietscaramels · 1 month

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of α and β

Warnings!! dead dove - do not eat, cannibalism, implied cannibalism, death (before the start of the short), horror(?), blood (image).

It's rather dark, but not very explicit. Continue with caution.

A was dead.

The words cascaded through B's head, lines of green text overlapping as they fell.

A was dead.

B was next.

“He who says A must say B likewise.” That was Hansel and Gretel, the version he read with them in the dusty room that Thursday.

B didn't like the funeral.

He didn't like the black clothes. The Victorian element of it all. He didn't like the church.

He didn't like A's grave.

He sat on the grass covered in weeds and ripped them out, then ripped out the flowers too and stared at the stone.

A was dead.

Stone was the rest of them.

No.

They were there.

B ripped the grass away. Then the dirt. He ripped at the wood and their flesh and held their heart.

A was dead.

B was next.

There was very little blood.

Between the lines of alpha and beta, half a heartbeat made two one.

Dear L did you know

If you write it right,

A fits inside B?

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

→ thanks to @levi-dayne for being my beta reader! ←

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gorouverse · 2 years

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Every season was Summer with him.

There was no sign of tears or any sign of sadness anywhere to be found. He was completely calm, and the corners of his lips were even upturned to form a smile. “I know it is scary” he said before grabbing your hands and pulling them close to his chest. “I know love is scary, and relationships are a lot of work. And that is why I am willing to wait. As long as there will be a time I get to freely tell the sky about how lovely you are, then I will set my sights on that time. I’ll be so excited, I can already feel it. I will wait, as long as you need. Till it becomes the most desirable thing, instead of the most terrifying. Don’t cry my love, I won’t blame you for being scared. I don’t blame you for anything. I will wait.” he said while swiping the waves of tears rolling down your cheeks away with his thumb. His touch was so gentle, so sweet and it almost felt like no matter what, as long as you guys were close you were safe. That was all you needed, to be reassured that he could wait and you weren’t a monster for making him do so. You couldn’t answer with any words, the amount of love he felt for you was so warm, like every season with him would feel like summer. So, all you could do was wrap your arms around his waist and steal all his warmth before he could disappear from you once again. All he could do was smile. This was truly all he needed. No matter where he wandered too, the view would never be prettier than you. He wished to travel Teyvat with you, to see everything there was to see with you, but alas, he wouldn’t put you in situations he couldn’t absolutely guarantee your safety in. He was skilled in combat yes, but he couldn’t do it all. “I promise one day I’ll show you my favorite spot to go to when I’m in need of sincere silence. Promise to wait for me at least till I get back? I’ll bring you a petal from every flower I see.” he said. “I wish you wouldn’t go, but It’s okay. I promise to wait for you, and preserve every ‘I love you’ on a piece of paper.” you said. He smiled towards you before ending your long and comforting hug. Leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek he waved you goodbye, and the Crux set sail. Kazuha was a man capable of building palaces out of words for you, and believed that you deserved more. Not palaces, but galaxies. Which he promised you. Every late night, would shine as long as you were there. So he can’t stay gone too long without his star to light up his night sky.

#kazuha #kaedehara x reader #kaedehara kazuha #genshin #genshin impact #oneshot #genshin oneshots #genshin fanfic #love #comfort #short read #teyvat #video games #writing #character x you #comfort reads #kazuha x reader #fluff #genshin fluff

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