#the finger guns are slaying me

[frenchkisstheabyss]

🖤 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖆𝖓 🖤

🖤 Pairing: ex boyfriend!choi san x chubby!fem!reader (mingi's spoken about but doesn't appear)

🖤 Genre: angst/fluff/smut

🖤 Summary: You make a living stepping on men's necks, literally and metaphorically speaking. Men spend every dime they have for the chance to be your lapdog. You are their weakness. Your dirty little secret? You have a weakness of your own, one you've tried your hardest to leave in the past, but you've managed to make him jealous and, oh, I think he's knocking on your door right now.

🖤 Word Count: 2.3k-ish

🖤 Warnings: reader works as a dom so she does qualify as a ✨sex worker✨ & it's treated as a positive cause slay queen, jealous /possessive San, unprotected sex, fingering, nibbling, scratching, reader for sure has a lil praise kink, this man does not pull out, San's giving dom vibes & reader's quite subby for him, pet names (baby, my girl, good girl) & that's all darlings

🖤 A/N: My chubby girl smut agenda continues with this fic as it will with all others and the best part is, no one can stop me. Mwahahahaha. No, but really, I hope you lovelies enjoy reading it.

Also a big thanks to @anyamaris for test reading everything my brain throws out all of the time. Love of my life, truly.

Your night routine is sacred. Never more so than on nights like tonight when you take extra steps to make it particularly romantic for yourself. You treat yourself like a lover, running a nice warm bubble bath and preparing your favorite fruits to snack on while you soak in it. You don’t rush to cover your body afterward, instead taking the time to find pleasure in every stretch mark and every curve as you massage rich tropical oils into your skin. 

The rain is your companion, singing to you in the form of raindrops patting at your window. Candles burn on your windowsill, tiny lanterns reflecting shadows in the darkness of this place you call home. Crawling into your bed, you slip beneath your freshly washed sheets and scroll through your phone to find the right song. It doesn’t take long to find it. You hit “play” and close your eyes, ready to be swept away by the sweet notes emanating from your phone. 

This is serenity. This is heaven. This is—

“What the actual fuck?” you shout, shaken by an unexpected knock at your door. The knocking is impatient, the agitation of the person on the other end undeniable. You jump from your bed, the sheet still clinging to your figure, and cautiously approach the door. You specifically didn’t schedule any sessions for tonight and your clients know better than to pop up unannounced. 

“Whoever you are, go away! I have a gun!” You do. You have to. In your line of business being able to protect yourself is a necessity. It’d be silly not to have one and if ever there were an example why, this has to be it. The knocking stops. A brief moment of silence passes and then—

“You have a gun?” San asks, more confused than he is threatened. You don’t notice until now that you’ve been holding your breath this entire time but at the sound of his voice, you can miraculously breathe again. “San? What are you doing here?” you frown, cracking the door enough to get a good look at your ex.

The look is, in fact, good. Better than good, it’s wonderful. For all of this mysterious frustration he seems to be carrying, he still manages to be the most handsome thing you can imagine finding in your hallway near midnight. 

San pushes past you, marching into your cozy studio apartment as if it were his own. “We need to talk. Now.” You roll your eyes, holding back laughter as you close the door behind him. “Someone’s sassy tonight” you tease, watching as he removes his wet boots and coat. He places them exactly where they’re meant to go.

You smile to yourself, finding it sweet that he still remembers how things go after nearly a year apart. “Don’t patronize me.” “I’m not patronizing you,” you say, approaching him with a hand outstretched to stroke his cheek, “Sannie—” 

San takes a step back, the darkness in his eyes intensified by your attempt at affection. “And don’t call me that!” “Lower your voice! This is my home. You can respect me in it or get out.” Seeing you upset cools him down a bit. Enough to question the emotions that led him to drive over here to begin with.

He shouldn’t be here. He has no right to confront you. To care what you do or who you do it with. But it’s been eating him up inside for days, plaguing his every waking thought. Some part of him is still tethered to you and that’s why, against his better judgment, he’s here.

“Are you…” he stutters, the anger bubbling up once more at the thought of what he’s about to ask, “How long has Mingi been coming to you?” “Ah,” you gasp, fully realizing the awkwardness of the situation. Dodging eye contact, you head for the kitchen, busying yourself with the tea kettle. “You want some tea? We should have tea.”

Raking his fingers through delicate strands of pitch black hair, he approaches the kitchen and lets himself, for the most fleeting of moments, enjoy seeing you like this again. He’s missed you making him tea late at night. This would be everything he ever wanted under any other circumstance than this. “I don’t want tea. I want you to answer my question. How long?”

“A few weeks” you sigh, abandoning the kettle on the counter, “We ran into each other at the club one night and we started talking then, I mean, I don’t know, it just sorta happened.” In an instant, he’s on you, fingers squeezing your wrists as he presses you against the counter. “Things like this don’t sorta happen!” “Oh, come on, San. I have bills to pay. If I don’t take on clients, who’s gonna pay them? You?” “Haven’t I before?” Something about being reminded of before makes you as breathless as he is. “That was a long time ago.” 

A long time ago but why does it feel like yesterday when he last had your body pressed against every wall in this apartment? So many hours were spent using your fingertips to traverse every exquisite muscle on his body. There are new ones now, you see them flex when he readjusts his grip on you. How good they must feel to touch. God bless the gym.

Shaking yourself free of your lust fueled daze, you break your wrists loose from him. “If that’s all you can go.” Why are you doing this? Why are you so stubborn? You don’t want him to go. Your body—your heart—begs him to stay even if it’s just to argue for the rest of the night. 

“Fine, I’ll leave, but not until you tell me one more thing. Does he touch you? Like I did?” he asks, his expression cold as he tries to contain his jealousy. “Touch me like you did?” you giggle, reaching to stroke his cheek again. This time he doesn’t step away. He lets you touch him, your soft hand warming the cool raindrops on his cheek. A fire ignites in his eyes, not unlike the flames dancing atop the candle wicks. It’s distant, buried somewhere deep, but you see it and it makes you smile.

“I never let anyone touch me like you did” you whisper, “Mingi just wants someone to boss him around. I happen to be good at that. There’s nothing sexual. I could…” San tugs the sheet tightly around your body, gathering the two loose ends at your hip where his knuckles just barely graze the plush of your thigh. You let out a sound that’s almost a moan but not quite. He smirks, bringing his other hand to your side to massage the softness of your love handles. You're so cute when you’re flustered.

“I, uh, I…” you stutter, watching as his lips grow nearer to yours, “I could stop seeing him if you want.” “You’d do that for me?” San asks, teasing your lower lip with his. “I would do anything for you. You know that.” This is what he does to you and this is why you broke things off with him. San’s love brings you to your knees. You fold for him in a millisecond. You’re supposed to have every man in the palm of your hand yet you find yourself, delicate and fragile, nestled in his. 

“Will you do something else for me?” “Like what?” “Kiss me.” And you do. No hesitation. No time for second guesses. Anything for him. A rush hits you, threatening to knock you off of your feet. San only holds you closer, his tongue tangling with yours, indulging in the taste of you. A craving much overdue to be satisfied. 

“Do I still have to leave?” he pants, his voice a low rasp as he kisses his way down your chin. He buries his face in your neck, his kisses growing more passionate with each passing second. You smell good enough to eat and he almost does, nibbling at your neck sharply enough to send chills down your spine. You shake your head, wrapping a leg around his waist to grind against him. The simple act of kissing you has him hard enough that not even the few layers of fabric between you can suppress his need. 

“Fuck, baby” he groans, his eyes nearly rolling back from the rhythm of your hips. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him back up for another kiss. “Don’t leave me, Sannie. Please.” You’re prepared to beg more, as much as he wants you to, but your words turn incoherent at the sensation of his thumb stroking your clit. His other fingers dance dangerously close to your entrance, happily collecting the juices dripping from your core.

You look down to find that the sheet barely clings to your body, except for a small corner stuck between you and the counter. Everything has fallen away leaving you completely exposed. San’s favorite way to have you. “You’re so wet for me. My girl” he coos, easing two fingers deep into you, “Still my girl? Hmm?” You’re trembling, gripping his shirt as you ride his fingers in time with the flicking of his wrist.

Only he could do this. Make you feel this unbelievably good with just his fingers. "Always your girl. Always—ah” you moan into his mouth before he’s kissing his way down your neck again. The way your back is arched makes your breasts sit so deliciously that he has to taste them. San needs to feel the weight of them in his hands as he captures your perked nipples between his lips, circling them with his tongue. 

His mouth is so full of you that every moan that leaves him vibrates through your chest making sure that you never once underestimate the intensity of his longing. Your thighs are soaked, your pussy dripping—pulsing—clenching around his fingers. Your little squeaks and moans are too pretty. Too addictive. San picks up speed, his only mission to make a complete mess of you or to make you make a complete mess of yourself. Either or both. Definitely both. 

“Sannie. You’re gonna make me—fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you cry, feeling the pressure build within you. “Mmm,” he hums, releasing your nipple but not without taking one last lick of your overstimulated bud. You didn’t need to tell him. You never do. He knows when you're close, down to the second, which is why his timing is perfect when he pulls his fingers away leaving you hanging on the edge of oblivion.

You whine at the unexpected loss, your clit twitching and your walls greedy for something to hold onto. San moves out of reach, taking his time to shed his clothing. “Not on my fingers, baby,” he says, flashing that devilishly handsome smile of his, “On me.” He disappears around the corner and you trail behind him like a bright eyed puppy who wants more than anything to be the object of its owner's affection.

San sits on the edge of the bed, admiring the way your body jiggles as you skip over to him. He takes you by the hand, lowering you onto his lap, and the skin to skin contact sends a shot of adrenaline coursing through both of you. “I could just look at you all night. So beautiful” he muses, palms slapping your ass. His fingers dig in, keeping your hips raised enough that the tip of his cock almost presses at your slit.

You drape your arms over his shoulders, kissing him on the bridge of his nose, “You can look at me all you want.” One of San’s hands disappears beneath you, stroking his length as he lowers you down onto him. He stops at the tip, letting your arousal run down his shaft. “All I want because you belong to me?” You bite down on your bottom lip, eager to take him. “Yes,” you mewl and he feeds you another inch. A reward for being his good girl.

“No more Mingi?”

“No more. I swear.” 

Another inch and your heart skips a beat. This is evil. “No more anyone else” he demands, taunting you with one more inch before taking it back, “I’ll take care of you, my sweet girl. Only me.” “Only you” you promise, unintentionally batting your eyelashes in the most innocent way. San grabs your hips, slamming you down onto him, “Good now cum for me.”

Being stretched by him, full of every thick rigid inch of his cock, is intoxicating enough. But the feeling of handing over control, of letting him have you completely, has you buzzing. San bounces you in his lap, kissing you everywhere his lips can access, whispering every praise he’s saved up for you over time.

Precious. Perfect. Never letting go. Love you. My everything. My world. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Sannie—” you draw a breath in. A flash of heat hits you and you’re lost to pleasure. Your body explodes and implodes. Heavy and weightless all at once. You gush down his length, every inch of him drenched with your juices. San doesn’t stop, not even when your nails dig deep into the skin of his shoulder. He only goes faster and harder, wanting to break you, his precious girl, and put you back together then do it again. 

But his body’s as sensitive as yours and he can’t hold back, spilling into you to the point of overflow. There’s so much warmth and fullness. It’s comforting, soothing you as you gradually float back down. Lying back on the bed, San cradles you in his arms, not wanting to be anywhere else than right here with you.

You rest your head on his chest, feeling his love for you in every breath he takes. How you ever pushed him away you can’t understand but you know, as he softly kisses your forehead, that you never will again.

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ℕ𝕖𝕜𝕠 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕀𝕀.

When Ringo arrives back from the town, he finds Mizu curnsing under her breath and slashing trees in half.

"Master! What's the matter? And where is-" He looks around, rubbing his nibs together nervously.

"Oh, the stray cat is gone. But she left me with everything I need." Lies. She needed you too. "I'm gonna get going tomorrow." She sneers. She now has two goals. Slaying the white men, and showing you your place. You can't just leave like that after she has been so vulnerable with you! Ungrateful little bitch. Mizu is seething. She knows it probably ment nothing to you. It was just a slip up for Mizu too, she just got lost in the moment. It's just that she haven't felt human touch for years now, and you looked so pretty panting, and out of breath, looking at her in suuuch a cocky way with her blade to your throat... Oh, she'll show you.

She'll defeat you, have you at her feet, then beg her to spare you, crawling back to her lap, like a good little domestic kitten would. Yeah. Then she'll let you play with Fowler's head. She'll fucking show you.

She leaves Ringo at an inn, and she follows your instructions to find Fowler's castle. She gets through the tunnel, and starts slashing soldiers left and right. The traps are fucking cruel though and she ends up with a stick through her foot. She gets through everything, even drug monkeys, undead prisoners, and a whole ass giant. In the end though, she is met with...Taigen. Bloody, barely alive, tied to a chair in the middle of a room. She rushes to his side, hurrying to untie him. "Taigen-"

"Mizu..." Taigen croacks out, his eyes fluttering open. "N-no, run it's a-"

"Trap?" She hears a familiar voice from behind her as the door shuts. She turns around, her eyes meet yours in a glare. "Look who the cat dragged in!" She grin into her face. "Glad you could make it." You say, your eyes dripping with that fucking sly mischief.

"Wouldn't miss it." Mizu basically barks at you. "So you did come back to that dickhead? Pathetic." She says, holding up her makeshift sword she got from one of the soldiers.

You shrug, as you spin your gun on your finger. "Hey, what's home's home." You say and shoot her a shiteating grin.

"I pity you if this is home for you." Mizu says right back, glaring through your soul, as if you even have one.

"Ey, atleast I have one." You say, and quickly fire at her, the bullet shooting right next to her head, biting through a single strand of hair.

Mizu reacts quickly, attacking you withouth hesitation. You dodge, making her weaping slice through the wall. You turn, grabbing her wrist for a second, pushing her against the wall, and slamming her head against it. But the determined bitch she is, Mizu ignores the pain, and heabutts you in response. You two keep being at eachother's throats with Taigen barely not passing out in the chair, until Mizu overpowers you, and pins you down, with her sword at your throat.

"What a familiar situation." You grin at her, and she pushes her blade into your collarbone, drawing blood.

"Drop the fucking act already." Mizu barks into your face. "Just tell me which room he's in and I'll spare you."

You scoff. "Yeah, turns out, I kinda don't want you to kill him." You pout, as if it's a light thing. It makes Mizu's blood boil. "I kinda need him for like...a couple weeks more until he kills the shogun." You shrug. Lies, by the way. You don't give a fuck if when he dies, or if the shogun dies, you just don't want her to attemp to murder him.

Why? Simple. He'll kill her, you're sure.

"You don't have a choice." Mizu says, her eyes cold, but insides she's burning with rage. Was this all a damn game to you? Was she a joke? Was her moaning under you, moaning with you meant fucking nothing?

"Yeaaaah," Suddenly she feels the familiar cold of your gun, She turns her head, and see it pointed at Taigen's unmoving form. "I kinda do." You say, your eyes narrowing.

That's the moment Mizu realizes, she can't tame you. She can't make a house kitten out of you. You'll never stick by her side. Or anyone's for the matter. So...she'll need to keep you on a leash. She'll put so much catnip in your mouth you won't be able to bite, she'll cut your nails so you won't scratch, and she'll tear your whiskers out so you won't be able to run straight. Alone, that is. It'll hurt, but it will be worth it.

She then, with one small movement of her wrist, cuts through your shoulder, not deep enough to make you actually bleed out, but enough to make you weak. She gets off you, leaving you there, whimpering. "F-Fuckin' b-bitch...G-Go and d-die then! G-Go and fuckin'...die by his greasy hands...ugh!" You keep moaning in pain, depserately pushing your palm against your bleeding wound.

Mizu looks at you, wanting nothing more than to comfort you, but she knows that'll do her no good in the long run, so she just picks up Taigen, and leaves the room. She'll come back for you when you're unconcious if she's lucky.

It takes her a long while to get to and find Fowler's room all while carrying the deadweight of Taigen, but still, she does. After the fight, she does not have time to go back for you though, since she's fallen into the ice cold river along with that fat bastard.

Ringo rescues her and Taigen, bringing them back to master Eiji. The time she spends there while she recovers can only be described as a storm. She's mad. Her sword is broken, she didn't kill Fowler, and she left you there too. Ugh, what a failiure.

"So," Mizu lazily sits next to Taigen inside the little house, staring at the fire. "How did you...keep Akemi?" She mumbles under her nose, Taigen almost not even hearing it.

"Hm?" Taigen reaises an eyebrow. "Jealous?" He says with a smug smirk and Mizu groans loudly.

"Fuck no." She says, shooting him a glare and then rolling her eyes. "It's just seems...hard, to tie a woman down." She shrugs.

Everyone left Mizu when they had a chance, so this time, she won't take chances. She won't give you one. You left her once already, and to your own shit-luck, she wan't you to stay more that she realizes.

"You can't really tie a woman down, only with marriage." Taigen answers simply. "But before that, you have to convince her that you're worth it. That you can give her a good life."

"Well that's not really an option for me, is it?" Mizu groans. What a useless answer.

"Wait...you wanna catch a wife?" Taigen's eyes widen. "Oh, don't tell me, you already have someone you want? Oh, that's funny!" He snickers.

"You're fucking annoying. I don't even know why I was asking you." She grumbles, ready to stand up, but Taigen stops him. "Wait, no. Okay." Taigen steadies himself, putting on a straight face. "I'm sure if you keep your glasses on, and keep your mouth shut all the time, she'll like you." He finishes with that bitch-ass smirk.

Mizu just yanks her arm away and walks off, grumbling. Taigen is stupid. She'll show him too. She'll show everyone. She'll slay down Flower, then she'll walk away with you, crying for her in her arms. Great plan.

You even accidentaly told her that he's planning on killing the shogun, so she'll know where to go. You're already playing right into her hands. Yeah, maybe she's obsessing over you a little, and yeah, it's probably unhealthy, but do you really expect any healthy emotions from that woman? No, the answer should be no.

So, on the day when she meets Fowler again, she marches into the room he's in with the Shogun, but when she gets there, the Shogun and his family are already gone, and she's met with Fowler's gun to your forehead, yours to his heart with Heiji Shindo's body still fresh on the ground. She gasps out your name.

Fowler's head turns to her, and Mizu glares. "Hm? Ye two know eachother?" He asks casually, motioning between you two. "So that's why yer betraying me, eh? Foolish little girl." He scoffs.

You just roll your eyes. "I'm not betraying you, dumbass." You say, liglty poking his chest with your gun. "I'm simply dethroning you."

"And you wanted the help of this demon right 'ere?" He nods towards Mizu. "Is that why ya were gone for days? Ya were with the guy tryin' to kill me? Pffft!" He says with mock offense.

"No, he just happens to be here." The banter between you two is amusing to Mizu. You're talking to this piece of shit while holding eachother at gunpoint like you'd talk to an old friend after they stole your lunch.

"Hey, demon," Fowler says to Mizu, getting her attention. "Ya don' wanna team up with this girl right 'ere. See? She's betraying me too, she'd do the same to you."

"Oh, shut up." You roll your eyes. "First of all, I'm not teaming up with him. Second of all...can you butt out of my personal relatinships?"

"She's not even from 'round here. Found her back in London." Fowler says casually, ligtly poking your head with his gun. "Is' true. Her parents are japanese though, they got captured during the war, but couldn't help but fuck like bunnies in their cell and make this lil' bitch."

"Ugh, that was unnecessary." You say, fireing a shot into the wall to silence him. "Next one's gonna be in your heart, shithead."

"Now now, let daddy handle stuff." He says with a chuckle.

"You're not my fucki-" but before you could protest any further, Fowler's other hand swings up, hitting you in the head, almost crushing your skull, making you lose conciousness.

The next time you wake up, the harsh sun invades your eyeballs, making you groan. When you finally manage to accommodate your inveroment, you look around. You're on a ship, which is definetly moving. You see a siluette in the sun, and as it notices that you're awake, it walks closer. It's Mizu. She looks different though. She looks a lot more...relaxed. She has her bangs down, and she's wearing a simple kimono. She looks...very feminine. And beautiful, if you do say so yourself. You understand why you lost control and slept with her that night.

"Hey," You squint at her. "Can I ask, if it's like, not too much...what the fuck is going on?" You sit up hazily.

"We're leaving. To London." She says casually, sitting down next to you. Your eyes snap wide opening, shining in the bright sun.

"Are fucking serious?" That's wha Mizu wnated to see. You lighting up, eating all of her words up.

"Yeah...Fowler's tied up down there, but he'll help me. He'll help me find the other white men." She says, looking ahead to the seemingly endless water.

"And you're taking me...with you. To London. I can finally leave." Your smile becomes bright, almost more blinding that the sun. It's the first truly genuine smile Mizu saw from you. And fuck, it does things to her.

"Mhm...you're not leaving my side after this." Mizu breathes out, leaning back on her hands, turning her attention to the cloud.

Your eyebrows knot together. "What? I'm not gonna stick around to watch your boring ass quest. I wanna find my own path."

"Yeah, no...you're not doing that. You're gonna stay by my side, and you're gonna love it." She says like it's a well known fact. And to her, it is. She's not letting you leave her, and wander off again. Not on her watch.

"What the fuck do you think I am? Your pet?" You scoff.

"You could be. But no, I'm being nice right now." She says with a small smile, still staying completely calm about the subject. "And when I'm done, you will come back to Japan with me. And then we'll live peacefully, and you'll help me forget about how much of a terrible person I am." Mizu shrugs, but you just rolls your eyes.

"As if. I'll tell you everyday that you're a shitty person." You can barely finish the sentence before Mizu gets on top of you with one swift motion, straddling your lap.

"Yeah? You're gonna tell me how much you hate me?" Mizu whispers, her breath hitting your face, but the only thing you can do right now is just stare at her, not even blinking. "What? Cat's got your tongue?" She teases you, running a finger along your lower lip.

You gulp. "What...are you even doing? What we had was just...a one time thing." You say, averting your gaze finally.

"You think that?" Mizu says as she harshly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her. "You must be confused then." She says, her voice now lower with more edge. "Because that day, whether you like it or not, you tied yourself down. You became mine. You can try to run though, but I'll find you eventually." She slowly leans down, breathing right against your lips. "Take your little fuckface of a man, Fowler for example. He couldn't hide, so why could you?"

You can't even respond as she firmly kisses you, pushing her tongue down your thoat, one hand gripping your jaw, the other harhsly undoing your clothes.

"F-fuck, Mizu, wait a second-" You try to croak out, but her hands are already all over you, and you love it. It's just...so damn sudden. And it feels different from last time. It's as if this time, her touches have more emotion. More want, more need.

"No. I waited enough." Mizu murmurs into the kiss, her hands kneading your breasts. The last time, you fought for and kinda even won dominance, but now you can't even try and enter the competition for some reason, and to Mizu's liking.

"Ugh...you're an asshole, you know that?" You back arches into her touch as you feel her start pinching your nipples. "I...I'm still mad at you though...for cutting my shoulder. That hurt...like a bitch." You mumble, feeling your whole body heat up under her touch.

Mizu can feel her head reeling. She finally done it. She has you under her fingertips again, and she won't let go ever again. And this time, you look different too. You look more vulnerable, your eyes narrowing and becoming hazy, you cheeks flushing as you lips part. You look vulnerable, and very fucking cute. The fact that she knows what you're capable of, and still managing to have you in this position is...enthralling. She loves it. If she'd feel this everyday, her sould would be at peace.

"Not my fault you only respond to violence." Mizu says, pulling away from your mouth to place her lips in your nipple, which you reward with a small moan, which makes Mizu's nerves dart to all one place between her legs.

Her tounge swirls around your sensitive little bud, all while her hand sneeks between your thighs, feeling around your underwear, which is now slowly turning wet.

"You want more?" Mizu whispers as she switches to the other nipple. "Tell me you want more...say it. Use your pretty little voice, and ask me nicely."

"Fuck...fuck why are you like this?" You croak out, your thighs closing around her hand, letting out another moan as she starts rubbing you through the thin cloth. "O-Okay, fine fuck, I want more...p-please, just...do more." You say, covering your face with your arm in shame. "Mizu..."

And she fucking snaps. How could she hold back after that? She rips down your last remaining clothing, which happens to be your underwear, and her lips latch around your clit. Oh, it tastes so good. She didn't have the chance to taste it last time, what a shame. But knows she knows how your slick tastes, and it's honestly perfect. She makes sure her tongue hits every spot it can reach atleast once before she plunges her fingers deep inside you.

"Fuck...I missed you fucking much...come on, show me you missed me too. Grind on my lips and fingers." Mizu demands against your clit which you reward in a drawn out moan. You slowly obey, grinding weakly against her. "Take it...take all of me." She pushes knuckle deep. "Your pussy loves me...it fucking wants me. It's...fuck, it's sucking me in." Mizu slurs between slurps, getting lost in the moment and just mindlessly rambling. She loves this. She loves feeling you at two points on herself: her fingertips and her tongue. She wants you to moan louder, to squirm and beg more, to arch your back and grind harder...

"Gonna cum...f-fuck, I can't...slow the fuck down..." You whimper out,hands feeling around on the floor, looking for anything to grab for support, but meeting nothing but Mizu.

"Yeah? Cum then. Do it...doitdoitdoit, I want it, come on..." Mizu doesn't even notice that she begs, but she doesn't even fucking care. As she feels you spill your climax into her mouth, her mind flashes white, eagerly driking everything up. After you come down from your high and lay in the afterglow, Mizu stays in pleace, cleaning your innerthighs while softly humming.

"You did so good...you're so pretty when you cum. I wanna see it again." She murmurs, fingers trailing back to your folds, but you groan and push her away.

"F-Fuck off..." You say weakly, eyes slowly fluttering closed. Mizu smirks and climbs up to cuddle you, her arms thighly around you, and her legs keeping you in a lock.

"I love you." She says casually. "You'll stay with me forever, okay? I'll hunt you down if you don't. You're my sepcial girl...you'll see me succeed."

#bes mizu #blue eye samurai #bes x reader #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #mizu fanfic #fanfiction #bes smut #smut #enemies to lovers #toxic behavior

[blippymilk]

Veneer x Fem! Dancer Reader

(I’m going to make a headcannon version of this and it will be gender neutral)

(Please feel free to replace the female pronouns if needed. I’m mostly going to stick to gender neutral fics, but because I’m so familiar as a dancer as a female, I’m making this a female reader fic.)

“Enjoy the show!” the ticket booth attendedent lady smiling at Veneer, as she handed him the tickets.

“Thank you.” He returned the smile as he walked through the black double doors into a room about as big as a theater. Your boyfriend had purchased two tickets to the dance competition your studio was going to be competing in today, one for himself, the other for his sister Velvet. “Ugh! Do I have to be here?” Velvet exclaimed, throwing her arms around in a over dramatic manner.

“No, you don’t that’s why I’m thankful that you tagged along sis.” Veneer said, now frantically looking for you. He came a bit early in order to see you. There were about 30 other people, stage managers, and a few dancers running around. He looked for you in your costume because he specifically remembered what it looked like when you tried it on.

Veneer pulled out his phone to text you and began typing, only being put to an immediate halt when you came, throwing yourself at him. “Venee!!” You giggled as he immediately caught you in his arms, his smile even wider than before. You were in his warm embrace as your tutu smooshed across his body.

“Heyyy (name).” Veneer stretched out this sentence like he usually does when he greets you. He gave you big kiss and you returned it. Velvet’s loud groan was the only reason you knew she was there to begin with. He put you down and observed your outfit, twirling you around once with his hand. “Where’s your costume babe?” he asked. “Oh, this is the group dance costume. We’re doing ballet this time, hence my tutu. But the one you saw me in was my solo costume.” You replied as veneer nodded, still focusing on your outfit.

(Choose one or make up your own)

“Your still slaying the look though babe.” Veneer said spinning you around once more as you giggled. You were used to having such a sassy boyfriend, which sometimes confused others but who cares, it’s Veneer. Velvet grumbled again and this time you paid attention to her. “Hey Velvet.” You said as she nodded her head in response. Velvet really did have a soft spot for you when it came to her brothers happiness, but dance competitions aren’t really her thing. Especially when she’s not one of the performers. It’s just hard for her to let anyone that’s not her enjoy the spotlight, so you were just thankful that she showed up.

Veneer began to speak again before being interrupted by a loud shriek then sent a shock through his body, nothing he wasn’t used to though being the brother of Velvet. “That sounds like my coach, I better go.” You said before turning around to run back, being stopped by Veneer grabbing you by you wrist. “What your not gonna give me a goodbye kiss?” Veneer said jokingly, but you could tell he was so dead serious. Rolling your eyes playfully you turned back and grabbed Veneer by the chin and pulling him into a kiss. Almost biting your lip in surprise, Veener melted into the kiss. If it weren’t for Velvet sighing loudly (and I mean loudly) you two might’ve went on for hours.

“Thanks Velvet, sorry about that.” You chuckled pulling away. “Yea thanks a lot Velvs.” Veneer said wiping his mouth (unintentionally) with almost a hint of sarcasm behind it. Velvet gave him quick stern look before he fixed the frown on his face. “Alright guys, hopefully I’ll see you in the audience.” “You know you will.” Veneer said finger gunning you. “And thanks again for coming Velvet.” You smiled at her. “Yea yea, no problem.” She replied sternly, but her eyes had softened as she gave a little smile.

More people started to come in so the twins grabbed an up and close seat. Velvet was occupied scrolling through her phone while Veneer was just anxious the whole time. His leg bouncing up and down, waiting and praying that you would do the best you could. He even found a pen in his pocket and started clicking like crazy. “VENEER!” Velvet said after literally point two seconds. “Sorry sis I’m just really nervous.” Veneer dropped the pen immediately. “Lord have mercy, the show hasn’t even started yet.” She rolled her eyes so hard you could see it from the stage if you were standing in it.

So when the competition finally did start you can imagine how anxious Veneer was, and how pissed Velvet was. Veneer kept looking through the program paper to see when your group dance was on. “Two more…two more…” at this point he was just excited and Velvet didn’t feel like bashing him for it, this time.

When your group dance was finally on he once again, frantically searched for you. After a few seconds he spotted you and the rest of the world just seemed to fade away. His eyes were on you and you only. He can feel himself falling in love with you all over again. The rest of the girls weren’t even there, if someone had asked he might’ve said it was a solo. He thinks knows you’re the best dancer on that stage. You stand out to him so much, and he thinks your above the rest of the girls. He thinks your too overlooked by your coaches. You could be the feature in the dance and he still would think you don’t have enough recognition.

Once your dance was over he was upset to see you leave the stage. But he remembered your solo was coming up and he regained hope. Then lost it again when he realized that the competition had to get done with the group dance category.

Veneer had watched, and slouched, and waited patiently through the group dance category until the competition manager announced the solo division. Veneer sat up in his seat because he knew you were one of the first to perform. He waited and waited until the announcers called the name of your dance. You gracefully walked out onto the stage in the costume Veneer had seen you in a while back. He thought you were gorgeous.

(You can choose one of these or come up with your own. Also the style of dance is up to you)

And when you started dancing once again, it was just you. His sister wasn’t there, the audience wasn’t there, the judges wern’t there. It was just you and the music. There was a moment in the dance he could’ve sworn you looked over at him and smiled brightly (which you probably did) which put this lovesick look on Veneer’s face. He watched as you turned and leaped (sorry for those that chose hip hop 😭). He could almost name a few of those moves. Even though Veneer could dance he never knew the names of certain moves, so he tried learned them so he could connect with you more. ‘Calypso…pas de chat…a la seconde turns…’ he was almost a pro.

He had been so focused and connected that before he knew it, your solo was over. He made sure to give you a standing ovation clapping loud and shouting your name. Velvet rolled her eyes but made sure to clap just as loud. And a few other people joined in with Veneer.

Soon the results rolled around and Veneer was as anxious as ever. All the teams were sitting out on the stage. He really wanted you to win your solo. He cared about the group dance but not as much as your specific solo. At this competition they announced solos first so Veneer was on cloud nine. When they got to your age division he noticed you tense up a bit. He waited for your eyes to lock with his and he gave you a ‘Don’t worry I know you’ll win this’ look with just his eyes. You smiled a bit and went back to focusing on the judges.

“Third runner up…(____).” The judge called as the girl went to claim her award. You and Veeners legs were bouncing as there were only two more places left and no sign of your name. “Second place goes to…(____)” Now you knew you had either blew it or knocked it out of the park. You waited for them to announce first place as some of the girls held your hand. “First place overall goes to…” Veneer was would’ve exploded if the judge took any longer, “(Name!)” the announcer called as you pumped your fist in the air and went to collect your prize. Veneer almost jumped out of his seat. He was louder than the whole theater combined.

The announcer asked you the name of your studio, as Veneer whooped and hollered. You looked back at him and smiled and you even saw Velvet smiling at you as well.

Your group ended up getting second in the teen group division, but you were still so happy that you had won.

When the competition was over you ran to Veneer with the big trophy in your hand, as he held his arms open to embrace you. “Try not to knock me out with it!” Veneer yelled right before you got to him, and for the record you almost did. “You did so good! You definitely deserved that win more than anyone else here, I don’t care.” He said causing you to laugh. “I don’t know, it was really hard competition today.” You replied. “Well you deserved it.” He said dragging out the last word, that meant he was about to get lovey dovey.

“Yeah that was good (name). Now let’s go now or I’ll never get you two in the car.” She said walking off. Was she a little aggressive? Yes. Was she wrong? No.

#veneer x reader #trolls #trolls band together #velvet and veneer #trolls veneer #fanfic

[anonzentimes]

just rewatched the 2.5 Nagito Ova and dude world destroyer is so much cooler than i remember, like yeah hold on let me pull out my FINGER GUNS???????? AND KILL EVERYONE WITH NO EFFORT?????SLAY BESTIE????????

#world destroyer #danganronpa #nagito ova #dr 2.5 #danganronpa 2.5 #danganronpa 3 ova #nagito #izuru #izuru kamukura #hajime hinata #hajime #hinata #nagito komaeda #danganronpa 3 #dr3 #sdr2

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 22nd:  First concert | Triumph of King Freak - Rob Zombie | Eager a/n: a missing scene from an older fic, counting stars (when I look in your eyes)! post-canon fix, eddie pov, established steddie, fluff with a dash of angst, mention of eddie's late mother read on ao3 + ao3 masterpost | tumblr masterlist

December, 1988

“Why does your acoustic have that written on it? ‘This Machine Slays Dragons’?” Steve asks as he watches Eddie strum without looking at his hands. It’s a bit mesmerizing, the way his fingers glide along the strings of their own accord. 

The song stops and Eddie slaps the body of the guitar in his lap. 

“This old girl is an homage to one Woody ‘This Machine Kills Fascists’ Guthrie. Ever heard of him?” 

“He did ‘This Land Is Your Land,’ right?”

Eddie claps his hands together and points two finger guns his way. “Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Yeah, he wrote that and a shit ton of other political critique folk music.” 

“I didn’t know you liked that sort of thing. Sounds pretty far removed from Metallica, y’know?”

“Only in delivery. You’d be surprised how much overlap there is in meaning. But yeah, my uh—” Eddie stops and pulls the guitar closer to his torso and swallows the dust in his mouth that’s gathered from years of not talking about his mother. “My mom was a big fan of it. She loved Guthrie, Baez, Dylan, Grateful Dead, Cohen. You name it, she loved it.” 

Steve’s heart tries to claw its way out of his body to run towards Eddie sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, timid smile, and fidgeting hands. 

“That’s really cool, man. She sounds awesome. How come you don’t talk about her more?” 

“It just—I don’t know. It still hurts, I guess. Which is stupid, I was eight when she died so it should get easier, right?” Eddie laughs humorlessly and stares at his strings like they hold answers to questions he didn’t know he had. He wants to crawl on top of Steve, desperate for warmth and comfort now, and looking at him makes the urge damn near impossible to beat back. So he doesn’t look up. 

Steve adjusts his position on the bed, subconsciously making room. “Hell no, that’s not how grief works, Ed. Wish it was that easy but I’ve seen a lot of death personally and with work, and it changes people. You can tell me to fuck off if I’m like, overstepping here but you were a kid. You’re allowed to be sad about her death, and you’re allowed to talk about it.” 

Eddie pauses for a long moment, considering the validation and how much he trusts Steve. He trusts him with his life, his soul, his heart, his  everything. Maybe everything could include his past, too. His voice is wistful when he starts.

“She used to sing Dylan’s ‘Forever Young’ around the house.”

December, 1974

Eddie sits cross-legged on the floor, threadbare couch behind him as he flips through a comic book gifted to him by his Uncle Wayne. The page crinkle with each turn and he traces the illustrations of each villain and superhero, the words a bit lost on him but the pictures jumping off of the page. Varying shades of saturated reds and blues disappear and reappear beneath his pointer finger and grins. He hasn’t read the story yet– he prefers to make up his own first– but he can see that the good guy is about to win. 

Happy endings are just so rare in real life. 

His mom is in the kitchen, singing softly and stirring something on the stove in a corroded aluminum pot. Eddie picks up the delicate scents of tomatoes and peppers, maybe some kind of meat. She’s been in a bright mood today, singing as she cooks, singing as she did her best to clean up the beer cans and bottles that litter the living room. Eddie even heard her singing in the shower that morning.

It’s not lost on him that his dad’s been gone for a few days. Hell, that’s the only reason he’s able to sit in the living room: there’s room for him. 

His dad is always too loud, drowning out the soft soprano of his mother’s voice. Everything she sings sounds like a lullaby, so it’s fitting that Eddie closes his eyes to listen. 

Eddie loves when his mom sings, especially the song she’s singing now. 

May you always be courageous

Stand upright and be strong

May you stay forever young

May you stay forever young

She never tells him, but he feels like she sings it just for him. 

November 1990

Steve hasn’t been this nervous to give Eddie a Christmas gift since that first Christmas of theirs two years ago. Funny enough, the gift then had been related to his late mother, too. Maybe he has a pattern. The envelope shakes in his hands as he sits next to Eddie on the couch– their couch, actually. At least as of a few months ago when they’d put down their down payment on the small, one-bedroom apartment in the heart of Indianapolis. 

Eddie glances over and sees Steve’s right hand nearly crumpling whatever his gift is, his fingertips white and his smile tight. Whatever it is must be time sensitive, since he’s insisted on giving it to Eddie so early. 

“What is it, Steve? You look like you’re gonna shit yourself.”

Steve laughs, nervous and breathy. “I actually might, and we just bought this couch, so. Just– here. Open it.”

He pries the envelope from Steve’s hand and tears it open, Steve having to caution him against ripping it in half and voiding the fucking the gift. Three rectangles fall out onto his lap, full of typewriter style font. 

“Oh shit, concert tickets!” Eddie smiles and knocks his knee against Steve’s. “Why were you so nervous? This is awesome!” 

Steve nods at the tickets. “Did you see who it is?”

Eddie’d been too excited about finally getting to a proper concert, one that he doesn’t have to set up and break down with Gareth, Jeff, and Frank. When he looks down and actually reads the headliner, his heart stops. 

University of Dayton Arena Presents: BOB DYLAN TUESDAY, NOV 13 1990 7:30 PM

“Steve… is this…?” He can’t find the words, buried and lodged behind the lump forming in his throat. 

Steve watches him carefully as he traces the letters with one finger, a habit he’s picked up on over the years, and gently rests a hand on his thigh and gives it a squeeze. “You okay?” 

Eddie nods. “Yeah, yeah, I’m definitely okay.” 

Okay is an understatement. He’s bewildered, he’s humbled, he’s ecstatic. When Eddie tears himself away from the small rectangles that sit on his lap like the gold bars they are, he looks at Steve with wonderment. First, the music box. Now, this. How is he ever going to keep up? 

“I know it’s your first concert but I saw that he was coming around and I just figured it’d be cool, y’know? I don’t know who he’s touring with or anything–” 

He does this, Steve knows. He knows that he rambles when he’s nervous or when he’s put himself out there and for some reason, giving Eddie these tickets feels incredibly vulnerable. Even years later, even after Eddie’s constant reassurance that he could never, Steve would hate for Eddie to think that he’s encroaching on special memories. 

Before he can finish his stream of thought, Eddie kisses him. Just leans over, tickets still in his lap, and claps both hands on either side of his cheeks as Eddie plants one on him. Then again. And again. And again. 

Eddie peppers every inch of Steve’s face with kisses, interjecting in between each one. 

“You’re–” Kiss to the nose. 

“So fucking–” Kiss to the cheek. 

“Perfect–” Kiss to the forehead. 

When he finishes, Eddie rests his forehead against Steve’s and wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, feeling them shake beneath him as Steve laughs. “Always so dramatic.” 

“And you love it. But, wait,” Eddie pulls back and picks the tickets back up. “Why are there three?” 

“Do you honestly think Wayne would ever speak to me again if I got tickets for Bob Dylan and didn’t include him? C’mon, man. Christmas would be so fucking awkward.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie month #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #myblurbs #eddie month prompts

[luminous-letters]

Hi! If that's okay could i request the first years with a gn MC that alternates between looking hot and a gremlin everyday? Like, they slay one day and look homeless the next?

i know i limited my character limit to three, but i can't resist writing all of the first years 😭 they're my faves 😭

i'm not sure if you wanted scenarios or headcanons, so i hope you don't mind if i did some quotes 😭 feel free to request again if it wasn't you wanted me to write 🛐 (just note to specify and mind the character limit)

i'm so sorry that it took so long too 😭

i still hope you enjoy though! 💛

"Damn, bitch, you look so fine."

"Damn, bitch, you live like this?"

"Hey, looking good!" *insert that finger gun point gesture*

"Did...did someone beat you up?"

"You look so beautiful today..."

"Alright, did you go dumpster diving again?"

"By Pomefiore's lingo, I'd say you definitely slayed your look."

"What the fuck? You look like you got ran over by a tractor or something. You're more slaughtered than slayed."

"You look blooming today, MC."

"If you were a plant you'd be Weed."

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #jack howl #gn!mc #incorrect quotes #incorrect twisted wonderland #twst incorrect quotes #gender neutral reader #sebek zigvolt #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel felmier #answered ask #twst x reader #twst first years

[korizzybee]

Puppet

Info: reader is black and fem, she’s also taller than Ciel by 2 inches making her 5’2, reader is a maid, reader is 13-14

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Day in and day, you trained and trained. You trained until you could no longer all so you could protect your master. Why wouldn’t you? He had practically saved your life. Your name is [Name] [Surname], you come from a family that lives in the west coast of the Caribbeans. At least, that’s what you were told.

You actually don’t know where you come from, all you remember is one day waking up on a ship with a katana by your side and knowing that you were born with a gift that allowed you to create weapons from your body by transforming the lipids and fat cells into your creations. You were trained, since you were 10 years old, as a human weapon.

No one treated you like a human being, had no feelings, no soul of your own. Your previous master made you go on dangerous missions, not giving a damn wether you had sustained serious injuries or not. Of course he wasn’t too evil, you thought, he would give you short resting periods in between if an injury was very serious. He can’t have his weapon dying on him, now can he?

You had grown used to his cruel actions towards you, and had become numb. No light shining in your eyes, not a single wince shown on your face when you were punished by your master for doing something that was ‘not to his standards’. Your current mission, ‘Eliminate Ciel Phantomhive and Return With His Head on A Platter’ was how you ended up in the situation you’re in now.

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Of course you would screw up this mission. Your master knew you would screw up this mission, you could bet he was sitting in his office chair right about now, laughing and imagining the surprised look on your face when you found out Ciel Phantomhive was a child. A kid only a year younger than you. You could cut down a man in an instant using your sharpest blade, splatter a woman’s brains across a wall using your finest gun…

But a child? You had never been fond of killing children, especially ones younger than you no matter the age gap. The moment you saw his face you hesitated, your blade shaking in your grasp. And that’s what led to your downfall, here you were pinned to the ground by the kid’s butler. “My, what do we have here Sebastian?” Phantomhive asked his butler, he had your hands tied behind your back.

“This seems to be the rumored, man slaying assassin, Puppet.” Sebastian informed his master, “but…she is just a child.” He finished in a voice that almost sounded like disappointment. Puppet. How you hated that name. You were not a puppet to anyone, at least, not in your eyes. “If you wish to kill me I suggest you do it now, or else I cut your butler down where he stands.” You threatened with a monotone voice.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure if wether or not you could slice this man down. There was something…off..about him, you couldn’t put your finger on it but it was almost like he wasn’t even human. Like he was something else entirely…

“You can try if you’d like, puppet, but I assure you my butler isn’t one to go down so easily.” Phantomhive said with a slight, cocky smirk displayed on his lips. “You’re quite cocky for a small, frail child such as yourself.” You reply to him in slight irritated tone. You hated that word, puppet. It made you feel as though you weren’t your own person.

He walked towards you and Sebastian, looking down at you as if you were inferior to him in a way. It made your stomach boil, you’d never felt this type of distaste for anyone before. Not even your abusive master. “You’re a child too.” He said with a scoff, “Just a slightly older and taller one. You may be good with weapons, but your skills with them aren’t useful if you end up losing a match against someone.”

He then smirked and raised an amused eyebrow, “From what I hear at least, you can conjure up the weapons from your body using your body fat. Is that true?” He asked, bending down to get a better look at you. Sebastian looked down at you. “And if it were?” You responded, that gave them everything they needed to know. “She would be a good addition to our staff, don’t you think so, My Lord?” Sebastian asked Phantomhive with an almost cat-like smile.

“She would indeed. So what do you say, Puppet? Will you join the Phantomhive Manor as a maid?” That choice…is up to you…

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AN: hey everyone!!! I just wanted to post a lil sum sum to let y’all know I’m still alive. As you all know school, at least in south of North America, is starting back in August so I’ve been busy making my schedule and getting my supplies. I also want to let everyone know that yes I am still a minor and I am just now going to in to high school.

When August 14 hits I will be offline for at least until December because I want to focus on my grades especially because I’m taking some AP classes. The reason I haven’t been posting much during the summer is because I do both summer basketball and volleyball for my school, and I’ll be doing track nearing the end of the school year so don’t expect a lot of posts then either.

I’ve also been burnt out from sports and had writers block as well, but since I heard Black Butler was getting a third season (where it follows the manga canon) I wanted to write something for Ciel in celebration of that. I will post more chapters to my ATSV OC fanfic but idk when that will be. I will try to post more before August 14, but if I don’t then, oh well.

I’ve been feeling a little more motivated to write, especially since Summer is coming to an end so fast. I have 5 WIPs in my drafts that idk when I will be releasing. My request box is also looking a little dry so don’t be afraid to request anything, just take a look at the rules above. If my works come out slow please remember that I am someone who puts her grades and mental health first before touching social media.

Anyways I love you all, have a good day/night wherever you are. ❤️

#korizzybee’s work #x black reader #ciel phantomhive #ciel x reader #ciel phantomhive x reader #black butler #black butler x reader #sebastian x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader

[preservationofnormalcy]

Greetings, warrior Knight

You may have thought me dead. That is not the case. In truth, though you brought me very near true death, I did not succumb to obliteration. It has taken me one of your decades to build a new body for myself, and the whole time, I have not thought of anything other than you.

Your particular form of violence is... irrefutably effective. When that projectile of yours shattered the ███ within my heart, I knew you were the one that could kill me. Many have sought to slay me, and all were failures. But there is something different about you. Had I not grasped my existence with every shred of my will and held on even after all matter that had once composed my form ceased to cohere, you would have succeeded.

I see that you have had your fingers reattached. This is only fair, for I have also healed. It will mean that we shall face each other upon an even field, once we finally meet again.

Let us not resort to trickery and schemes. I will not come after those you love, the few that still live. I want you, Knight. I want to be with you again, fighting for our lives beneath the ██████ moon, shedding each other's lifeblood and allowing it to mix upon the scorched earth.

Let's settle this. Saturday night, 7pm, the old farm where it all started. Wear something nice. And bring your gun. One, or both of us will die.

Looking forward to our reunion,

█████████

███████ ████. I'll be...

Knight? What's--

I'll be damned. I thought I...has it been ten years? Jesus H. Seems like yesterday.

....should I ask?

Gonna head out, Halter. Gotta go get some things in order. Director Knight's got a date Saturday night.

Oh. Okay! Thanks for coming by today, this was -- and he's gone.

#office for the preservation of normalcy #ask #ask knight #OOC: this was a treat to read thank you. I smiled.

[tarthole]

thoughts on bride of reanimator:

-they gave my boy a gun lets go

-giving a heart to someone is definitely not gay

-A DEAD HEAD A NO-BODY

-fucking hill why is he back

-WHY IS HERBERT SO BAD AT SNEAKING AROUND I BET THE WHOLE HOSPITAL KNOWS HE STEALS BODIES

-why is cain flirting with the patient (herb is so jealous)

-the lil eye finger thing was so cute

-also upgraded house nice

-DONT LET THE LITTLE HEAD RULE THE BIG HEAD EXCUSE ME HERBERT WHO TAUGHT YOU THIS LANGUAGE

-while franscesa or whatever her name is and cain were busy fucking ma boi herb made a hand and a foot connected wow thats called productivity

-why did he tickle the foot

-why did the foot arm thing attack him and why is he losing to it

-HES A WIFEBEATER DAN USE THE GUN

-dan gets conveniently naked during the fight scene hmmm

-first a cat now a dog can animals stop dying for gods sake

-THE DOG GOT AN ARM THATS AN UPGRADE

-there is nothing straight about saying your better off without her herbert im sorry

-herbert is so silly when sneaking around body parts

-yay they made a woman

-i love this movie series when herb loudly proclaims something like I MADE HER and BY GOD THEYRE USING TOOLS. i eat that shit up

-BLASHPHEMY? BEFORE WHAT GOD? that monologue was fire, love you herbie fr

-also hill upgraded from talking head to flying head

-THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING OVER DAN

-herbert is so proud of his creation its adorable also he talks about it like he and dan are the gay dads of the creation lol like our girl is superior ok

-i swear herbert curses every one of dans girlfriends

-my boy is quick with the glock slay

-my boy also has to "die" in the end of every movie this man cannot catch a break

#reanimator #herbert west #herbert west reanimator #bride of reanimator #dan cain

[kittenintheden]

You’re gonna have to update your masterlist because your story replies are bangers and must be accessible to EVERYONE

How about a what-if where Astarion was captured along with one of Cazador’s faithful servants, like a werewolf or whatever, because maybe Astarion was late to return, and as soon as Astarion wakes up after the crash he has to flee from the servant. Enter Tav and whoever she picked up, and being the big hero she steps in and stops the abduction. The servant, tadpoled or not, tries to convince her to hand the vampire over but she says he’s under her protection and slays him.

Astarion the damsel gets saved by the knight-in-shining-armor *finger guns*

He isn't breathing.

Not that he has to, really, but breathing is still a natural impulse. In, out. A way to speak, a way to sigh. A way to scream. A reminder of the life that was.

But now, he's huddled in shadow on the far side of a rock outcropping, not breathing at all. He'd been in Baldur's Gate, living the painful tortuous monotony of his life, and then he'd been elsewhere with a monstrosity in his face. Now he's on the ground among smoldering wreckage, and the sun is shining.

The sun is shining.

He is so unbelievably fucked.

In the very smallest stroke of luck, he'd woken in the shadow of this rock, but the sun is moving in the sky and the light creeps closer and closer. His head aches horribly, the new passenger behind his eye squirming unpleasantly. But it's honestly the least of his problems.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are, little brat."

The quiet clatter of moving bone, of one of Cazador's many skeletal servants, which somehow came along for the ride. Perhaps because it'd had one bony hand about his wrist at the time, dragging him toward the palace with promises of familiar-but-fresh tortures waiting for an arrogant spawn who failed to do his job for the third night in a row.

Astarion squeezes his eyes shut, not making a sound. He'll worry about the sun later. For now, he'll settle for not being discovered.

Unfortunately, his luck has run out.

"Found you," the skeleton says, peeking around a corner with the permanent grin of the fleshless undead.

"No," Astarion says, scrambling back, his hand going to his dagger. "I won't go back, I'll end you first, I'll -"

He stops just short of the line of the sunlight, cornered between burning and the threat of Cazador. Burning is looking better all the time.

The skeleton draws its hand crossbow, leveling it at his dead heart. It tilts its head, neck cracking. "You know I can't allow that, little one."

Astarion's a split second away from accepting his fate when there's a flash of silver and a flare of radiant magic. His hand goes to his eyes, shielding them from the searing brightness, and then it's over. When he lowers his hand, he sees a large figure before him, armor dented and sword poking through the remains of a broken bone man. His gaze flicks to the side to see another there, a half-elf woman with a long braid lowering her own hands, the shimmer of sacred magic still on her fingers.

The large figure turns and regards him. Another woman, tall and broad, her dark hair piled atop her head in a messy bun. Stoic. Imposing. Beautiful.

She holds out her hand. "Are you all right?"

Astarion huffs a surprised laugh. Blinks. Reaches up cautiously to accept her offered help. She pulls him to standing. He can't stop looking at her face.

"I'm better, now," he manages. His long years of instinctual charm kick in. "And thrilled to be in such... capable company. I'm called Astarion."

The woman nods. "Call me Tav."

"I'd be delighted to."

"Why don't you come into the sun? You'll catch cold."

She continues to grip his hand as she pulls him into the light and his flight-or-fight response comes back full force.

"No, I can't, I don't want, no, no-"

But then he's standing in the sun and he isn't burning.

He isn't burning.

Next to him, his knight in shining armor tilts her head toward the path. "Come on. Let's get somewhere safe."

#ask box #kitten rambles #kitten drabbles #lol I'll add a link to my ask box tag maybe #<3

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: Dance 'Til You're Dead! (Start Digging Your Graves!)

CHALLENGE 11: Rio De Janeiro, Brazil ______________________________________________

The streets of Rio were anything less but chaotic. Thousands of people, dressed in festival outfits, parties on the streets and floats and performers passed by. Chris is taking photos with some showgirls. The girls giggle, posing for him as they leave. Chris seems unphased, shooting them finger guns.

Chef struts out in an extravagant, feathered costume of his own.

“Oh, going all out I see?” Chris looks him up and down. “Love it.” He bites his lip.

"I knew you would." “Oh yeah! The challenge! It's a dance competition! It's going to be bracket style, whoever can wow the crowd gets to move on. The champion of the dance floor will win it all for their team!” ------------------------------------

OK! LETS GET IT! A PIT OPENS UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FESTIVAL. AND IT CALLS FOR TWO CONTESTANTS!

JO VS WAYNE "If I must." “U-Umm, okay! Dancin’s kinda like hockey…right?!”

TALK ABOUT ENERGY! JO'S BREAKDANCING GIVES THE BEAVERS THE WIN! SHE MOVES ON!

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DON'T STOP THE PARTY- BECAUSE THE PIT CALLS FOR MORE! LET'S GO! RIPPER VS LIGHTNING!

"Ready for that match, Stink-Bomb?" "Fight me, LIGHTNING." BLOWOUT! LIGHTNING TAKES THE WIN FOR THE TAPIRS! HE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------

LET'S KEEP THE GOOD TIMES ROLLING! ARE YOU READY FOR MORE, BECAUSE WE ARENT SLOWING DOWN! SCOTT VS HAROLD! "You aren't slaying enough, LOSER." “YEA WELL- FUCK, shit. Fuck”

WHOA! WELL, AS THEY SAY: IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE HEAT GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN! HAROLD WINS IT FOR THE BEAVERS, HE MOVES ON!

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DON'T STOP NOW! WE ARE ONLY GETTING STARTED!

NEXT UP, ALEJANDRO VS BRICK! LET'S GO!

"Let us dance, Alejandro." "I'm not dancing with you."

OW! TALK ABOUT A FLOP! ALEJANDRO TAKES THE WIN, HE MOVES ON! HOT HOT HOT! OR IN BRICK'S CASE! NOT!

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ANYWAYS! LET'S KEEP THE PARTY JUMPING! COURTNEY VS AMY! THE FLOOR CALLS YOU! "I’m gonna destroy that white girl!"

Ough……eugh…..the crowd mutters to themselves…..hmm…..party foul…. COURTNEY WINS! SHE'S MOVING ON!

------------------------------------ PLEASE. SOMEONE GOD PUMP UP THIS PARTY! LET'S GO! RAJ VS MK! “Hi, MK!” RIGHT NOW, IT'S A TOTAL BEAVER DOMINATION! MK WINS! BUT REMEMBER, THIS IS BY BRACKET! ANYTHING GOES! ------------------------------------

THE DANCE FLOOR IS GOING GETTING HOTTER, LETS KEEP IT GOING!

JO VS LIGHTNING! "You and me, Ex-Teammate!" "Let's get this fucking shit over with." OOOOHHHHH! AND SHES OUT! LIGHTNING IS MOVING ON TO THE FINALS! ------------------------------------

ALRIGHT! LETS GO, BEAVER VS BEAVER!

MK VS HAROLD! "Good luck, Ashley!" "You too, Harry." IN A BEAVER VS BEAVER FIGHT, ONLY ONE CAN LEAVE THE FLOOR ALIVE, AND ITS MK! SHE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------ NOW TIME FOR THE BIG ONE, TWO FIREY SOULS MEET IN THE PIT, STEP BACK, BECAUSE THINGS MIGHT GET H O T! ALEJANDRO VS COURTNEY! “Alejandro, care to tango? "Of course. Let us dance. Just the two of us." He leans, and plants a kiss on her cheek. "Just for you," He whispers out. “Wh— Wh—! He KISSED me! THAT’S CHEATING!” OOOHHHHH! AND ALEJANDRO TAKES THE WIN! HE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------

OK! THE FINALS! LIGHTNING VS ALEJANDRO VS MK! THATS RIGHT! ITS AN ALL-OUT ATTACK! ONE TO RULE THEM ALL AS THE DANCEFLOOR CHAMPION! ...

THE CROWD HAS CHOSEN THE DANCE FLOOR CHAMPION, AND WITH A MASSIVE ROAR, MK IS PICKED UP! MK WINS! BEAVER SWEEP! THE CROWD THROWS FLOWERS, BEADS AND CONFETTI! SHE IS EVEN GIVEN A CROWN, WHICH IS PLACED ON HER BEANIE! ------------------------------------

ELIMINATION:

"So…you might be wondering why I stopped…." "...that's because it's a tie. Scott and Raj....honestly, I would've booted you both off." "...but this is more fun." Chris holds up a single, shiny coin.

"Ok. Heads for Raj. Tails for Scott." Chris flips...and it lands on his wrist. He slaps it, covering the coin. He waits...

"….." "……Heads. Scott, your party ends here. Sorry man."

“Scott! W-W-Wait!!!” Wayne hands the handmade harpoon to Scott, tears still on his face. “T-T-Take this…p-please, be safe out there…! I made it for you, like I promised…”

It was Scott who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame.

Well.. this is it. "I'm done?" He has to drop…. No more time left. "I can't believe I lost to a game of LUCK." He turns towards Wayne, seeing the weapon he acquired. "Give me the fucking harpoon, Waynker." He takes the harpoon from his hands. and looks to the edge. There's nothing... No Fang. Nothing. He hears the cries of his allies. His partners, he can't help but feel a tear well up for them... "I um. I love you both too." He looks down again, no more time left. "I...mm…" You have to jump, Scott. That's the rules. "Here goes nothing..." Plop.

>Courtney tells Raj that if Scott’s death would be his fault, thinking that there's a chance that Fang could get him after he jumped off the plank. >Ripper speaks to Courtney, who informs him of the fact she thinks Scott is dead and thought the hockey bros were celebrating that fact when they got emotional almost losing each other. >The Sea Tails (Alejandro, Ripper, Wayne, Raj, and new member Amy) break things in a junkyard to let off steam. Raj and Wayne find out that Courtney thinks they were celebrating from Ripper, and it makes them angry. They all set a car on fire and leave it there. >After insulting each other's partners, Brick and Ripper find themselves in a massive physical altercation at the bar. Blood, broken glass, the lot of it. >Brick leaves and trashes the Tapir boy's cabin, breaking the hockey bros' stuff. Wayne and Courtney get angry start yelling. Raj is panicking. > The hockey bros & Lightning form a bond while drinking apple juice together. >Alejandro, Jo, and Amy get crossfaded and gossip about Zoey. >Jo, Amy, and Harold watch Hamilton together. >Amy gives Harold the worst possible haircut.

Courtney, Brick, Wayne, and Ripper are all called into the Captain's Quarters for a talk from Chris himself. ------------------------------------

"One thing about producing a show is every fight, every little thing broken down to a glass needs to be recorded. For liability and insurance purposes. Oh, do you also know I need to get specialty cleaners to clean up all the blood in the bar? Hm?" Chris doesn't waste money on stupid things like that. But they don't need to know this. "Anyways. One way or another, all four of you are involved in this. I don't care how much, or who did what. In my eyes everyone here is guilty. So everyone is getting the same punishment. Chef, you know. The funny thing about this is how this alllllll happened over relationship drama." "You know Courtney, you of all people should know how these TV relationships work in the end. I bet a month after this show, all of you will be miserable, miserable exes. Like seriously, Ripper and Wayne? First, ew. Second. ew. I bet you think after winning the million you two will build a little love nest and buy a ice rink made of ice cream to fart around on. It's honestly kind of adorable that you two think you both are capable of anything deeper than the equivalent of two high schoolers hacking spitballs at each other." "And Courtney? Trying again with the reality TV love? At least Duncan was interesting. At least he made you something more than a whiny pain in my ass. And then you had to date...Brick? Honestly if I were you, I would've taken Jo or Scott and ran. What does Brick bring to the table? A wet bed and tears? Maybe you should drop him back at boot camp and try again." "Anyways. I'm not getting paid to lecture you about your poor decisions. I'm here to punish you. I want all four of you to write a 10-page essay on what you hate about your partner. Oh, and don't be slick and write "Oh, nothing," because Chef and I will be looking over them. Ripper and Brick will be locked in one rec room, Wayne and Courtney in the other. No visitors, no drinks, and no nothing until it's done. Can't think of something to write? Ask your little study buddy, they probably have a thing or two. Oh. And you aren't allowed to leave until it's done, and you will turn away anyone who tries to talk to you and you are not allowed to say why. Raj and Jo will have to survive a little bit without you." ------------------------------------

Oh? What's this?

Chris looks at the compass. It's…spinning wildly.

"Uh Chef…..where are we again?"

Chef looks at the map. "We just came from Brazil, we're supposed to be going to…"

He squints.

"I think we got a little off track."

The compass spins faster. And faster. And faster. Faster and faster and faster until-

It breaks. The whole cruise boat...it's swaying. No, It's trembling. The whole boat is trembling.

"Chef. Where are we."

"…The Bermuda Triangle."

SUDDENLY. EVERY ALARM ON THE BOAT IS GOING OFF. FIRE ALARMS, SOS, EVERY SIREN IS BLARING AND FLASHING!

In the night, you see something dart by as the alarms blare. You can't even hear anybody around you! Every phone, clock, and watch is flashing, ringing, and acting up. The boat rocks back and forth, more turbulent than it's ever been before. A few waves splash up onto the boat, wetting the floor beneath you.

"EVERYONE! GRAB A WEAPON!"

Chris sounds frantic, you can heard noises, muffled yelling and.....something you have never heard before.

"THIS IS NOT A CHALLENGE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" "FORGET THE TEAMS, FORGET THE GAME! IT'S COMING-" the intercom cuts out! A HOARD OF TINY ALIENS SURROUND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. THEY ARE CLIMBING UP YOUR LEGS, PULLING AT YOUR HAIR, THEY ARE EVERYWHERE! THE WAVE IS RELENTLESS. THE MORE YOU KILL THE MORE APPEAR. GREEN GOO IS PAINTED ALL OVER.

Suddenly, a large spaceship appears over the boat. It opens, and a wicked beam of blinding light shines down. Chris looks at it in absolute horror. "They want someone! They want a human, dude!"

Chris rips the alien on his head off himself, stepping on it like a bug. "RUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!"

The aliens are grabbing whoever they can get their tiny, slimy hands on. Its relentless, the spaceship hums louder and louder

Chris is standing in front of the UFO, the light so strong his hair is blown back. He blinks, he notices that the aliens, they have him! He is being dragged closer and closer to the light. "N-no! Get off me! GET OFF ME! CHEF! HELP ME!" Chef rushes over to grab Chris, tossing him at the wall. The spaceship hums even louder, the light is so hot....so bright! "NO NO!!!!! TAKE HIM!" Chris in a flash grabs the first person he sees. Ripper. "SCREW YOU, CHRIS! YOU DID THIS TO ME!"

Ripper is sucked up into the ship, the second he's out of sight, the UFO closes, and it zips off like a shooting star.

...a single crumbled up piece of paper flutters down in his place.

Ripper is…nowhere in sight. ------------------------------------

> Ripper is abducted by aliens! >Alejandro, Amy, MK, and Jo immediately going to the bar to drink afterwards. >MK teaches them how to shuffle. >Wayne and Raj are a horrible mess and they're putting a bunch of corn on the bow for Ripper, thinking the aliens will notice it. Because aliens like corn, clearly. >Raj and Lightning attempt make plans to rescue Ripper.

MK is the dancefloor champion and Ripper was abducted by aliens! It looks like anything can happen on a show where few safety regulations are in play. Who will rise? Who will fall? Is anyone going to clean up this alien goo!? Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

#recap

[lesbians4leonardo]

100 prompts stolen from my friends and i

(100 prompts stolen from my friends and i)

“taps the sign that says guys please let me know when you get injured i trust exactly none of you to keep yourselves alive and well” “taps the sign that says hey i never did sports” “taps the sign that says boobies” “TAPS THE SIGN THAT SAYS FINE I WILL KILL YOU ALL”

“fuck you” “SIR YES SIR”

“i so badly want you to see my piss platoon in COTL”

“p.s. do you still have your ears pierced?” “mhm!” “not for long.”

“wait would tax fraud count as adultery?”

“[name] tanking radiation poisoning for the sole reason of why not. more news at 7”

“in THIS world, it’s either SHUT up or SLUT up and i ALWAYS slay!!”

“you are like the pinnacle of every Don’t instruction on a medical ad”

“when i was young, i too once had nipples”

“and they say white people have no culture. look at all these phrases”

“you texted me and called me a slur” “yahoo!!”

“allow the mundanity of your life to be filled by them. you will find love in your kitchen on a saturday morning when they’re frying eggs and you’re figuring out how to be a person over your coffee, and though you’re bone tired exhausted you’re still well aware that they’re there by the sizzling of eggs and you like that, even through your exhaustion you like that. you will find it when you take off your shoes and place them right next to theirs by the door. when you are loved, you will find love in every place that held nothing”

“to be loved is to find joy and love and care in what otherwise seems like the mundanity of life. like. like. words. words. uh. to be loved is to settle into the comfort of the mundane because you know that youre loved and cared for and the world is beautiful”

“if i was an orb with nothing else to do i’d ruin some childhoods too”

“one of the babies has breached containment”

“i want to put every cat in my mouth”

“i can’t stop writing my fingers don’t wanna stop fingering and these words just keep wording”

“[pet] has become catholic”

“ah yes, my favourite animal: the gun”

“i will eat the fetuses of your inhuman children you have hatefully inserted inside my chicken eggs with the prideful knowledge that i am saving the teeth of future children to come”

“you monster… i like how your mind works”

“what on earth happened i was playing mario kart”

“maybe i am a little coo coo guys…….. shakira shakira……..” “no the right person will love you for your alpha male swag”

“well, that’s what happens when you swipe a waterjet”

“also, he gives off bad vibes like an over cooked fish!!!!!!! remember!!!!!!!!”

“there is a small, air-filled blood cave in my foot” “as usual”

“YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN YOULL GET HIT BY A BUS >:)”

“[name] don’t fall for his tricks. he’s evil. a conniving little guy. with a bowl cut”

“i think you’re a culinary mad scientist”

“i’d love to punch you in the throat… but not like this, brother… not like this…”

“pissing on a dead guy rn btw” “rock on brother”

“everyone wins!! the femboy killed the business!!!”

“so i have a feeling it should be kicked into the corner like a failed organ harvest”

“current score is furry-1, god-0”

“guys…. come on…. we cannot have more than one loserfailure in this house please…..” “we’re all autistic?” “we all combine to make the loserfailure supreme” “LOSERFAILURES ROLL OUT” “we combine voltron style” “with the super long sequence” “i’ve had enough of your mouth!”

“[name] calls me milkboy because they can’t handle my milkboy swag”

“penis” “????? PENIS???????” “i’m helping you. you’re gay so i’m giving you penis. for emotional support”

“thank you for being suicidal so i can stim with your self harm scars”

“you have interesting flesh” “I HAVE INTERESTING FLESH?!”

“pull that milk cup a little bit closer so it can be like our baby…. it’s our little baby [name]….”

“STOP FOOTING MY TITS”

“i’m like a meat bullet”

“why are you so small?” “i miss the warmth of the womb” “you’re autistic”

“you are literally a dead victorian child” “don’t out him”

“half a year of man cum” “now what is wrong with you?”

“girlhood is defined not by misogyny or toys or violence but instead by stalking”

“YOU ATE MY CORPSE FIRST MAGGOT”

“sorry i’m trying to electrocute a man rn and i need both hands” “WHO???” “UHHH OWL???????? WDYM???????”

“girl relationships are kinda more complex than hieroglyphs tbh so maybe they thought that pedophilia would be the safer route idk i’m just a gaggot”

“hey girl new slur just dropped!!!”

“this song doesn’t just fuck it impregnates and raises the baby with gentle parenting”

“YOURE FRENCH AND GAY? faguette”

“YOU DOUBLE DIPLOMA DICKHEAD”

“he’s against killing unborn children but not living children?” “he likes to look them in the eyes when he kills them”

“[name] look at the dead 30 year old soul lingering in the eyes”

“LLLLLL RIP BOZOOOOOO BOOOOOOO NERRRDDDD BRO HAS AN INJURY LMAOOOOOO SKULL EMOJI TIMES SEVENNNNM” “i’m still taller than you in this wheelchair, boy” “not for long”

“[NAME] NO. you’re supposed to rest” “well maybe they should’ve thought of that before inventing capitalism”

“[NAME] HOW ARE YOU GUYS ALIVE?!”

“you’re like if a normal person got sliced in half and the legs grew their own new torso and head”

“unless you’re [name] but that’s only because [name] said i was making male whimpers and objectifying my pain” “YOU WERE”

“yeah that’s what i thought you sleepless beast”

“my boobies are bisexual i can use both to type but not very well unfortunately”

“GODDAMNIT IS THAT THE FUCKING TORTOISESHELL”

“[name] will you be my hillary clinton?” “yes i will consider you as my close personal friend”

“i love kaijus” “PACIFIC RIM? KAIJUS? SHAKES YOUR HAND” “YES” “YEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! oh the concept of being drift compatible….” “FR!!!! YOUR BRAINS!!!! MATCH UP!!!!!! assigned soulmates at brainwave technology” “LITERALLY!!! i was so normal about it when i watched pacific rim for the first time” “PREGNANCY IS SCARY!!!!” “Y YES? YOURE ON T MAN DONT WORRY” “i wanted to join in on the brains matching up but i don’t know anything about pacific rim”

“the probability of mpreg is low… but never zero. keep that condom close and your heat suppressants even closer”

“i’m finished! has [name] survived the shame yet?” “no” “lol rip bozo” “i’m going to go live in a lake house and pretend i like kissing women”

“you are all out to get me” “yeah”

“i’m just the worst person ever, huh? should i just get pregnant and give abo birth??? i guess everyone would be so much happier if i started being heterosexual??? you all think i never do anything scrumdilly yum yum for anyone, right??? that’s fine. i’ll just do what everyone wants me to do anyways. see you in five years when i’m shaped like a lizard from eating all those carrots. i hope you’re happy now.”

“OH FUWCK YOFF AL OF YIU!!!’m! I HOPE YORUE SHOWS MAKW SQUELCHWING NOSIWS WHEN YOH WALK RHOUGH THE HALLWAYS IM GONNAQ FUCKTUNG SHIT IN TWHM”

“i thought village people invented the ymca”

“guy whose body is an enigma”

“that reminds me of when [past event]” “wait. wait what the fuck. wait”

“attacks josh hutcherson with the spirit of christmas musiAUGH FUCK”

“there’s a part of me that just wants to [plan]- HOLY SHIT THAT ACTUALLY WORKED”

“i’ve gotta catch some dudes and get my beauty rest”

“leave me alone!!! my dick is tiny and the sex is bad!!! i have stale morning breath!!!”

“my grandparents are going into a home” “that, i can promise you”

“thanks man! clutches my sleep meds tightly in my toes!!”

“PENIS MAN LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO”

“STI (Strong Toes Institute)”

“you should send her a bag of organs”

“get spinned metal boy”

“HINGED [NAME] NOOOO sprays you with water”

“a brother, perhaps. one not by blood, but by shared sin. what does he know of our secrets, blanketed by the cover of night? why does he grin so eerily, as though mocking the monster i once was? now i am but a mere man, a hunter turned hunter. i fall prey to the evils that once lay on our tongue.”

“[name] do you know how scary it is to tell a joke and not hear my cackle echo back at me. nothing. just silence, and debussy.”

“what do you mean i am a respectable member of society right now that is not okay”

““i stole your mind” he says. just like that- this grey matter of mine is but an empty vessel, the pinky-white fluid leaking into her hull. as captain, i protect the oath i swore to her; my ship, my love, i go down with you. may gentle waves and great tides alike wash upon the shores: our bodies, together. once one, we are now two, as he thieves away the treasures. useless boon, worth not a pebble; but he knows, he knows- you are what made me complete. “i stole your mind” he says, but it is, too, my heart that he has plundered. not to keep or return with vows; nay, a single toss across the seas! it skips, once, twice, before the sandy bed lulls my boat to sleep.”

“good luck man i’m just gonna be over here feeling existential about my face not being mine. is this what it’s like to be high”

“i’ll remember something and instead of imagining a flash bang with something like “HORSE FROWN” in neon block letters popping out of the white i have to experience an emotion for longer than three seconds.”

“how i bagged my girl (snow day): PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OLEASE PLEADEPLASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE” “LET ME GET WHAT I WAAAAANNTTT” “I AM BEGGING EVERY DEITY HOLY FIGURE”

“gay man talking about bagging a girl + lesbian being a theatre major + buddhist that is only buddhist because of ethnicity and agnosticism” “THAT WAS A THE SMITHS SONG” “That Is A The Smiths Lyric” “in times of desperation humanity’s true colours shine” “[NAME] I CANT BELIEVE YOU” “the smiths have the same level of drama as a cishet theatre company so it’s fine” “damn ok”

“I WAS NOT A FUCKING DOMINATRIX FUCK YOU i just spinned people really fast on the playground until they said it ticked and was too fast and begged me to stop- wait yeah okay thats.”

“WHY ARE YOU IN BLOOD HELL??”

““be not afraid” if i saw you in the woods i would be so torn between hiding and running that i might die on the spot” “smash” “smash” “GUYS COME ON- THIS GUY???” “not that guy. the tree guy” “THAT IS THE TREE GUY” “i could make him trans”

“heh. wouldn’t you like to be liver suckled, cock boy?”

“can i trust testsigma.com?” “no” “MAN”

“ohhh now i know why you lost your nipples”

“I WILL ALTER YOUR SKIN IN WAYS THAT CANNOT BE REVERSED NOR HIDDEN. MY TOUCH WILL IMMORTALIZE ITSELF IN YOUR BONES, AND LONG AFTER WE ARE GONE, YOUR VERY ESSENCE WILL SCREAM WITH MY VOICE.”

“WE'RE FINISHING OFF WITH MY BODY MOD HOBBY???????????????????????????????????????????”

all thanks to the troop 🫡: @striderman @thevoidsflame @xansa-e03

(also PLEASE tag me or message me if you use them so my friends and i can consume it)

#prompt list #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #writing prompt #homestuck #genshin impact #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #<- tagging our main fandoms so that we get content

[nochi-quinn]

candela obscura chapter 3 episode 3: slay the empress

candles in the wind, got it

oh no aabria looks SO GOOD

the gold on the fingers???

hey what the fuck

"a chair outside of elsie's room" weh

not the vermin guard posted outside the room

wait hang on what are nokari's pronouns? am I delusional?

a brain right off the bat??

A TOKEN RIGHT OFF THE BAT??

"you…kept it?" you two are going to kill me but also is this the TIME

"oscar is an interesting fellow" ducks the shippers

AABRIA

"that's all of them, friend"

everyone here has two hands

cosmo

hey liam fuck you

LIGHTS?

HEARTBEAT??

SLOWING HEARTBEAT??

madame glask's mic is currently fucked

mama glask

"but I go here"

roll to convince child not to alcohol

I had to step away, did oscar just say he likes kids bc they're easy to lie to

samuel

"you're killing aabria. look at her."

cheese it it's the fuzz

party of Many

LIGHTS

are they fucking MOLOTOVING THE CASINO

"of COURSE"

GINA

samuel

people's elbow

aabria said no pigeons at this table

stress level: sam's going "oh boye"

"powers?? of….persuasion???"

"HEY STOP THAT"

"pop a titty out" aabria

"well then fuck"

"I WANT TO KICK ASS" noshir bby

roll to persuade the gm

HEY AABRIA???

"you guys can be here now" "…no thanks"

fuck bran the soldier all my homies hate bran the soldier

guns is cheating

YEAH

"can I have my dice back?"

okay flash powder pearl earring is pretty good

girl with the flash powder earring

"I feel like I would beast out immediately" "oh, GOOD"

I feel like two sixes should cancel out a one

aabria MEAN

"she'll probably choose nice things" press x

"fucking COCK"

"do you drive?" "who do I look like?"

"I have no depth perception!"

oh ashly's panic noises :(

RAJ. CONTROL THYSELF.

"DON'T KINKSHAME."

"this is the monsterfucker season!"

no we need travis reverse psychologizing the dice

oh no

oh NO

"BURCH"

"he's a billion years old"

"I think of my mother" fuck you liam o'brien

these monster noises are like bricks scraping together but bass-boosted and I'm into it

"I like that pitch"

aabria. aabria no.

"she's so mean"

"what are you doing over there?" HER BEST

these two are going to k i l l me

and possibly each other

probably definitely cosmo

"I could never strike my queen" lays in the floor

"and he's made of talcum powder"

"you need to roll like him"

hey liam

hey liam what the fuck does that mean

just a bunch of passed-out fuckers outside the burning casino

"I just want to let you know you're so pretty right now"

aabria: take a bleed and you can kill this gu sam: done

"we take it back, mina, you can drink"

oh buddy

buff mina!!

imposter god??

fuck yeah multisentry

she's in her morphing clothes

liam do not manipulate this so you die

I'm still not sure he didn't knock the tower over on purpose in sagas of sundry

I'm typing so I don't have to listen to his describe how horrifically he's fucked up

NOW I'M TYPING SO I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO NOSHIR

sam is me

"I'm gonna take off HIS coat and wrap his arm"

liam your noises are unneccesary and unappreciated

samuel

"he's very hittable"

"what a sight" rajan

underground??

"it's called rollies"

"you have to beat a 3" "well I got a 1"

MINA D:

I absolutely called he was going to block mina with his body

sam's just like that

"an os-scar"

"edit that out please" "they absolutely will not"

that's so many drive

spend 3 drive to Slap

gina

aabria's going to murder you

"every time I have a problem, I just throw a molotov. then boom, I have a different problem."

wait I need raj's arm to fall the rest of the way off so I can have HFW feels

sam

"everyone take three points of bleed"

slow-release molotov

sounds!

"they're like birthday candles"

OOH

I appreciate the committment to the bit

TIME BUGS

"'you' feels like a 'we' in your mouth"

oh jesus this is supposed to run another 2 and a half hours

"I wouldn't worry about that" too late am worried

noshir

you're going to give sam an anuerysm

candela obscura has magic pockets

hey sam

hey sam drop your location I just wanna talk

SAM

"there is a wish" sam's not allowed to say those words in my presence

"if you say it it won't come true"

"it never makes a splash" hey aabria what the fuck

THIS is why it's another two hours

"did you say 'friend'?!" "…NO."

baka rajan-kun

"I heard you~"

"don't hurt yourself"

…is aabria done up as Iomene

at this point I wouldn't be surprised if cosmo just pulled out his own literal jawbone

"how adorably pedestrian" rajan

I'm starting to get slay the princess vibes. I have no basis for this, it's literally just Vibes

"like a giant……maw."

"I'm gonna tiptoe into chernobyl"

these two are gonna KILL ME

bruce banner negotiating with the hulk vibes

ykw this polycule is canon and I'll fight you about it

not the breathing

"I would punch her out of the way"

w e l p

these five are going to all kill each other and also me

"there might be time later"

"WHICH ONE WAS IT"

"I'm sure that's fine"

if there's one thing liam o'brien's gonna do it's make me cry about his character's mom

is The Old Way blood

hey cosmo whatcha doin

aaaahhhhh noises

EARTHQUAKE LIGHTS

oh that's a cool idea for a scar

I've loved everybody's scars in general, they're all really creative

yeah yeah tears of the kingdom we've all played it

oh it's one of THOSE

I like the split screen but one of my favorite things is watching the other players react to the wild shit people do solo and I so desperately want to see ashly's face right now

aabria you can't just cut ALL the lights like that I have anxiety

and so does sam

hello 911 aabria and sam are killing me with acting again

the slay the princess vibes continue

lays in the floor about elsie roberts

"you contain multitudes" some of them have big big teeth

"I have notes"

"not as old as you" "rude"

he said the thing

oh sam's been crying, liam got sam

no fuck you I did the "five go in one comes out" with madness I'm not doing this again

erika ishii already ripped my heart out you can't have it aabria

lays in the floor about elsie roberts harder

sam

oh gina

liam just has that voice now

#candela obscura #critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post #candelatag #formatting this was such a pain in the ass #tumblr why are you like this about bulleted lists

[aria-ashryver]

It's a totally random ask, I just checked the time and thought you're probably in the hospital rn, and then I realised it's been a while since you updated us on pretty nurses situation 💅🏼

(anyone cuter than Vidya perhaps? 👀)

🩺Aria's Top Ten Nurses 🏥

because sitting in the hospital for hours on end is boring so we make dumb little lists to pass the time which you absolutely do not have to read lol

(cw: theres a photo of an IV line in my arm under the cut)

#10 - Gary (vascular access technician)

ultimate gruff old dad. excellent banter. always tells me to keep out of trouble when he's done setting my lines. finger guns for days. he's only coming in 10th bc he tried to convince me to get a permanent line fitted and the concept of that terrifies me (hence why i have instead opted for over a hundred individual injections to date)

#9 - Cincy (chemo ward nurse)

incredibly soft spoken. shy to the point of painful. apologises for everything. she was there on the day of the pincushion tally high score, and even though my veins have recovered a lot since then, she always has a look of fear in her eyes when she goes to set my lines. I'm sorry Cincy, please stop being so scared of me.

#8 - Olivia (chemo ward nurse)

peak tsundere ice queen. super pretty. magically long black hair. has never smiled in her life. pretty sure she secretly enjoys inflicting pain on people, because she always sets the cannula in my cephalic vein (beneath the thumb on the side of the wrist) to "give my dorsal arch veins some time to recover" and HOLY FUCK THEY HURT. one time she laughed* at one of my jokes and it was the best day of my life.

*it was a begrudging huff of air through her nose and then she rolled her eyes, but it counts dammit.

#7 - Claire (clinic nurse)

tiny Irish lady. always got too much on her plate. why does she run everywhere. always makes me giggle when she does my obs and pre-checks bc my meds sound funny when you say them with an Irish accent. Claire please sit down for like 10 minutes, i beg, you're making me tired.

#6 - Kelly (chemo ward nurse)

only been my nurse once or twice, but i do remember that one time she laughed so hard at one of my jokes that she started choking and had to excuse herself, and the resultant ego boost has shot her up to place #6 on this list

#5 - Warren (vascular access technician)

OMFG Warren you pretty motherfucker. why are so many of these nurses in their late twenties/early thirties and ludicrously hot? this guy looked at me with his big brown eyes and soothing voice, held my hand while he applied some anaesthetic and told me "that's it, good, you're doing so well love". Warren how do you expect me not to fall in love with you??? that is EXACTLY how Vidya got me

#4 - Jax (chemo ward nurse)

i met them on their first day in the chemo ward. they were just supposed to be observing that day -- unfortunately what they observed was the pincushion tally high score. Sorry Jax.

(i.e. they witnessed Cincy and Farah puncturing the ever loving fuck out of my every available vein, failing to set line after line, apologising to me profusely over the course of like half an hour, and then the vascular access team coming in to rescue us all and set my line via ultrasound instead.)

that was a fun one lol.

#3 - Vidya (chemo ward nurse)

the one, the only, my actual wife!!!! 💖🌈 im half convinced she was the product of a fever dream, because one: how is this woman both fucking gorgeous and SO sweet and caring? and two: her shifts have changed and i barely see her these days. Come back Vidya i miss you 😭😭😭

#2 - Farah (chemo ward nurse)

another super pretty nurse! was delighted when i told her tumblr was still a thing. unironically says "slay" and "omg yass!". compliments my outfits without fail every time i go in for treatments. got extremely excited the first time she set a canula in one go after the pincushion tally high score debacle, and then told me "damn girl, you traumatised me that day" lol. Sorry Farah

#1 - Tori (chemo ward nurse)

Tori is my BRO. our banter game is excellent. (she's also super pretty lol). always tells me when there is good shit in the fridge. been my nurse so often that she just feels like a pal. sneaks into the admin office to make sure my appointments are at lunchtime or later (instead of like 8am) whenever she can. once told me it was her opinion as a medical professional that i should treat myself to bubble tea and ice cream.

Congrats Tori, you win the nurse rankings and my entire heart forever!! 💖💖💖

(but so does Vidya bc I am a fucking simp for that woman lbr)

#aria pincushion tally: #106 #tldr: #Vidya super hot #but Olivia Warren Farah and Tori are all really pretty too #i flirt with them for self care lol #also i am so touched that you remember when my treatments are 🥺 #why are you the sweetest ever #this is the dumbest list i have ever made lmao

[nightwingshero]

WIP I’m Always Late To These Things

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I don’t know how but I managed to skip right over writing for RDR2 to writing for Resident Evil. I don’t know what happened yes I do, I just don’t want to admit that I’m in the merciless grip of Leon Kennedy. I also want to point out that this is very rough, I’m probably going to rewrite this because I’m just throwing words down to get the scene out of my head. Don’t @ me. 

My heart was pounding almost as loud as my boots were against the wet concrete, making me wince with each step I had to take. Everything in me was begging me to turn around, but I couldn’t. Sitting ducks meant that I was just a trapped animal waiting for slaughter and I refused to be helpless as the world around me went to shit—if I was going to die, I’d do it with a shotgun and my middle finger in the air, chipped black nail polish and all.

But it wasn’t that drastic urge to fight like some heroine in a sci-fi movie that had me leaving the odd comforts of the tattoo shop I was holed up in once shit hit the fan. No, I wasn’t some alien-slaying badass like in the movies, I was scared shitless and the only thing that had me stepping outside was the crash I had heard. Close enough for me to tell it was a semi and enough to make me almost piss myself from the jump scare it caused. But I sucked it up and held the cool metal and wood in my hands as the rain poured, making my hold tighten even more. The black tears began to run clear hours ago, the rain and constant need to wipe my face with shaky hands forcing any remaining eyeliner off. In a city full of zombies, it was nice to know that I looked less like a psycho clown and more like a drowned rockstar with a shotgun.

I wasn’t sure which was worse if I were being honest.

The rain just continued to seep into my clothes, my oversized flannel no longer protecting me from the elements as it clung to my skin, the tank top underneath wasn’t much better off. It was the skinny jeans that were the most irritating. Wet jeans were annoying at best, hard to move in at worst, but I was sure that it was the least of my issues as I came to an abrupt stop, my breath catching in my throat. I took a step closer to the brick building, ducking down only slightly from behind a taxi that had crashed off the street, as I watched silently. There were two of them, one next to a pile of cars as they burned, the other standing in the middle of the road as it shuffled aimlessly. They both mumbled, groaning things that were too low for me to hear over the rain as it splattered against the yellow metal of the car. Letting out a slow, unsteady breath, I began to make my way around the car just as it turned and walked back towards its friend.

Once the way was clear, I made a mad dash to the alleyway and made a quick turn at the end.

It was a mistake. Mostly because I didn’t look before bolting down the secluded area or that I didn’t take a second to hear the horrid noises coming from it. All it took was a couple of seconds. In the first, we had both rounded the corner at the same time. The next had us lifting our weapons simultaneously as my heart hammered so hard I thought I would suffer from cardiac arrest in the filthy alley of Raccoon fucking City. My hands shook at the thought. I was terrified and I couldn’t quite bring myself to care if he saw it or not, not as my shotgun was aimed right at his chest as I took the next second to take him in.

He was calmer than me, not by much, but the way he pulled his gun and held it told me enough that he was comfortable enough to handle himself. I had a bad feeling about the implications as he shifted his weight on his feet just slightly. The rain was making his brown hair dark, his blue eyes clear as he watched me, though it made me feel as if he was seeing way more than I had. I couldn’t help but wonder how I looked to him, beanie sogging wet and stuck to the long black hair that was long plastered to my cold skin. I hoped it wasn’t how my hands shook slightly.

“Whoa, easy now. Put the gun down.” he ordered softly, as if he knew the words to say but hadn’t had them leave his tongue often enough for them to feel quite right.

“Fuck you.”

#oc: wren blake #leon kennedy #x: my little dark age #resident evil #my ocs drawing #my writing #tag game #listen #i love them #and i just wanna write them dammit #it just happens that this is really shitty #because I'm still figuring shit out #and its super late for me on a work night #imma sleep now

[a-big-ole-queer-mess]

Hunger Games characters as dumb shit in the quotes book

Katniss: You go to costco to get your 2 kilos of bananas, guns, and slaves

Peeta: Why does my pen smell like halloumi cheese?

Gale: I mean you get some pleasure too

Finnick: Im not gonna masturbate with your pillow

Prim: Slay ew im never saying that again

Haymitch: TURN AROUND TURN AROUND

Effie: This is my emotional support pole

Cressida: Gregory and fregory are fucking, they are siblings, this is gregory 👉, this is fregory👌…👉👌

Johanna: Erase her face

Annie: Its my emotional support shitty fanfic

Beetee: STOP TEACHING HIM ABOUT TAMPONS HE DOESN’T HAVE A UTERUS

Caesar: Sharing a bed, thats juicy

Cinna: TRUTH DARE DOUBLE DARE KISS LOVE AND TORTURE

Coriolanus: I’m not stupid i’m just mildly dumb

Tigiris: Don’t finger it, bangle it

Lucy Gray: What smells like an excessive amount of women's deodorant? *smells herself* its me

Sejanus: Contrary to popular belief, I have no memory from inside THE WOMB

Clemensia: HOE

#hunger games #the hunger games #incorrect quotes #thg #hunger games incorrect quotes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballard of songbirds and snakes incorrect quotes