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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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Chapter 2

Summary: The dawn of the first day, sparks fly much faster than George expected and he isn't sure if he's ready too handle the attention just yet.

Authors Note: @sobredunia CHAPTER 2 BE UPON YEE! I was gonna post this later in the day but couldn't wait that long, so heres the second portion of this fic

George and Sapnap stood outside the castle walls, waiting patiently for Dream too arrive be it by steed or by carriage, maybe even on foot, George was a little bit anxious. Either he was going to blow this entire thing by acting too genuine or Sapnap was going to blow it by acting too much like he always does. They don't talk while they wait, instead Sapnap tosses the dagger in his hand up and down trying too get a spin with his throw and George sits on the ground, chin resting in his hands. To say George is a little bit bored would be a gross understatement, if anything he feels like he's dying and that time refuses move, the cool breeze doesn't do very much to alleviate the tension between them.

Sapnaps is usually out back training around now while George sits on the sidelines with gauze and disinfectant at the ready and cheers, with a side of exaggerated yearning just for shits and giggles, it gets a rise out of Sapnap. If not training they would be hanging out in Georges room, Sapnap watching in awe as George practices his own abilities, he got them mostly from his fathers side of the family; plant magic and a hint of animal as well. Where his father excelled at fruits and vegetables, George is much better at the dangerous plants alongside fungus, the prince doesn't speak to the animals as much as his mother insists he should, he doesn't care though- it's his little way of telling her too fuck off because his throat dries up whenever he tries to actually say it.

"George," Sapnap begins, George gives a nod of acknowledgement, "if he tries anything I'm doing it twice as effective."

"You'll get flustered way too fast Sap," George said standing up as he did so leaning into Sapnap who leaned away, hand pressed to his chest gently, "see?"

"Please, it's just that there's no need too put on a show yet," Sapnap said, leaning into George and wrapping a hand around the princes waist, that had George flustered, "but trust me, I won't let him take you away from me or the kingdom, I just hope you don't mind the taste of brimstone."

"Why would I have too worry about the taste of brimstone?" George asked, Sapnap smiled, his blunted claws threatened to tear the fabric of the princes shirt and it made George shudder ever so slightly.

"You'll figure it out," Sapnap said, releasing George on the sound of a horses click of hooves, he was quick too act a little bit stoic again, he can't go too far just yet, it would be a bit overkill to let the foreigners first sight of George be pressed against a drake hybrid.

As the steed came into view, pelt black as night, with a dragon kin riding it, or was it a harpy? It was hard too tell given feathered wings but scaled and clawed hands, splotches of scales were on his throat and chest and most likely his legs as well. George simply stared at him as he hopped off of his horse and walked over too the prince and his guard, Sapnaps gaze was deathly and the foreigner was affected by it in one way or another. Still he walked over too George, taller, only by an few inches, beastly blood adding too his stature no doubt; he grabbed Georges hands and placed a kiss to the back of it, George had to refrain from laughing at the formality, Sapnap stifled a snicker himself.

"Prince George I take it?" he asked, George nodded.

"That's me, and you must Dream, this is my personal guard Sapnap," George said, gesturing to Sapnap who gave a small a nod of acknowledgement.

"Before we get any further into this, do you have any scars?" Dream asked, the question came so far out of left field George had to pause before answering, gesturing to his shoulder.

"Karl," he pointed to one on his neck, "cooking," he pointed too a bite mark on his shoulder, "and my old pet."

"I'd love to hear the full story later," Dream said before George led him into the courtyard, sticking to the fungus and stone forged into winding pathways across the entire kingdom, Sapnap followed close behind.

Their walk through the castle was full of seemingly random questions and chatter, George answered them but his mind was in other places- the scent of food, the way Sapnap gripped him, whether or not this plan will work. To Sapnap it felt the questions were calculated, but he couldn't put his finger on how exactly they were all linked into the same thing, whatever that thing may be. Sapnap made sure to stand close to George, made sure to brisk hands, made sure to keep it naturally casual until he was bold enough to link their hands- Dream noticed, the slight glance and pause made Sapnap smirk. He didn't let go of Georges hand even as they came too the dining hall where not only did Georges parents wait, but a portion of the castles staff as well, which meant that Karl, Quackity, and Wilbur were there.

"You can sit wherever you like," George said as he sat down, Quackity to his left and Sapnap to his right even though Dream should be sitting one of those spots and Quackity opts to move because he recognizes Dream as a hybridized amphiptere, the harpy sits next to Karl instead.

"George, I trust you gave our guest a tour of the castle?" Georges father asked, George shook his head.

"I planned on doing so after we eat, it's not often that chefs and royalty eat in the same room," George said, reaching for a fork, waiting patiently for someone else too start eating.

"I see then, let the feast commence!" Georges mother stated, she sounded agitated that George didn't bother showing off the castle already.

The dining hall was louder than it has been in years, mostly conversation between the workers, but Dream and George did talk, if they didn't his parents would be beyond disappointed. Although the conversation was a little bit stressed on Dreams end because George refused to let go of Sapnaps hand, going so far as to rest their hands on the table so everyone could see. Sapnaps eyes were trained on his meal, but he could feel Dreams glare, in doing so he doubled down, releasing Georges hand and opting to rest it on his thigh instead; that caused a small stutter in Georges speech. Sapnap had to repress a smirk when Dream attempted to grasp Georges hand, the prince refusing to interlock fingers despite the foreigners trying, little details, George understood how to work someones psyche and was doing so perfectly.

Dream continued too prattle off questions as everyone ate, completely oblivious to Quackity jotting down details under the table on everything Dream was saying, clearly intent on trying to formulate what kind of guy he is. Sapnap could see Quackity writing with ease and shot a small glare, the harpy stopped right away, unsure of why Sapnap would want him to stop- all information is good information in this case even if it doesn't get used. Dream doesn't catch Sapnaps grip on Georges thigh tighten, only hears the faint catch in Georges breath and how his face heats up, he glances to Sapnap whose eating again, zero noticeable attention on George. And George, George is feeling a little bit conflicted being caught in this situation, he's trying too stay formal because his parents are right there six seats down and Sapnap could care less.

"Do you have any magic?" Dream asked, his claws were digging into his palm, other hand still attempting to grasp Georges.

"Plants from my father, animals from my mother," George explained, lifting Sapnaps hand from his thigh gently, Sapnap got the message and retracted his hand, "I, on occasion, make use of weaponry, short swords mostly."

"Interesting, I've never met a prince versed in swordsmanship," Dream said, resting his chin his hand, elbow propped on the table, he looked curious, invested even.

"I taught him myself," Sapnap butted in, George pressed on his foot begging him not to go on without saying anything, he went on, "He's amazing at pinning people down, even better at dominating on the field." Sapnaps smirk was undeniable, the smug look on his face enough too get him killed if he was part of a different court, it made Dreams blood boil a little bit- notions of being dominated by George be damned, this guy was going to be the death of him.

"Is that true George?" Dream asked, eyes locked with Sapnap.

"Oh trust me, I wouldn't lie about being pressed between a wall and the prince," Sapnap said before George could even open his mouth, he was taking this to far too fast and he didn't care despite his previous worries, he needed to see how far he could get under this guys skin before getting a physical reaction.

"I can't wait to test out your theory during our honeymoon," Dream retorted with, smiling a little bit as George groaned in embarrassment, shakily taking another bite of his serving, hoping neither of his parents heard, "how do you even get away with George?"

"I have benefits you couldn't begin imagine, being a personal guard has its perks," Sapnap said, his tail wrapping around Georges waist a little bit, he made a small, surprised noise akin to a squeak when Sapnap yanked him close.

"What kind of perks could being a lowly guard have?" Dream asked, invested in where this conversation despite the fact his future spouse was in some guard arms and not his own.

"Too put simply, George is very, very invested in my life, he never leaves my side," Sapnap said, the statement, although logical and true, shot a bullet of jealousy straight through Dreams heart and Sapnap could see it on he face, he released George who was swiftly grabbed by Dream, "of course, the prince is all yours legally, and there's not much I can do about that, he'll miss me when he's gone."

"I highly doubt that he'll miss some smug guard when he has a ruler like me," Dream said, confidence in his tone overbearing as he grips Georges waist with one hand, resting at the small of his back, using the other to draw a blunted claw along his neck and jaw, "trust me."

"Guys, can I eat now?" George asked, pointing too his plate of food, he was released, Dreams hand resting on his thigh, it didn't have the same effect as Sapnap did, or George was great at hiding it.

Most of their conversation was lost in the clamorous murmurs of the crowd and Georges parents didn't hear it, George was beyond grateful for that, he was currently trapped between a dumbass taking things way to far and one of the least fuckable guys at the table. He was staring at Wilbur who sat directly across, trying his hardest to not focus on the conflict between Dream and Sapnap even though one half of it was was fake and felt all too real. The hum of conversation around him was loud enough too distract him almost entirely from Dreams affections, but he still paid enough attention to give a reaction. It was clear to Karl and Quackity that George hated being trapped between two sources of affection, but he's powering through for the sake of the plan- if everything goes right Dream will leave within a week and George will never have to be smothered with so much attention again.

"To the kingdom!"

A cheers was set in place and almost everyone raised a glass to the notion, because even though they had conflicted feelings towards how royalty likes to treat them, they'll always cheer to the notion of a potentially better ruler. Glasses clink here and there before bottles of wine are passed around, made of the finest homegrown grapes and only made in small batch, the flavor was the only reason George even took a single sip. Normally he hated alcohol, it was all bitter too him (the taste of hops made his skin crawl), even the ones with a mixture of fruity flavors, this was the only exception to his hatred of alcohol, Karl was of similar tastes.

One glass later and George is excusing himself from the table where everyone else stays for seconds and thirds, Sapnap reluctantly follows him as its his duty to do so even though he would rather stay at the table for one more round. Dream stayed behind and started conversing with Quackity, the harpy extremely intimidated in the presence of Dream- harpys used to be finger food for large scaled beasts before elvin, fae, and human crossbreeding, and Dream was indeed part large, scaled, beast.

Sapnap follows George down the halls, all the bats are either in the dining hall or somewhere else which lets them speak freely, but neither of them do so. Sapnaps still holding a wine glass, the base is gold and encrusted with jewels, George knows that he can trust whatever he comes out of his mouth having watched Sapnap win multiple drinking contests and stay sober before he became a personal guard. Only after they make it to the floor Georges room sits on does George open his mouth, glancing up too check for mothers bats, none, then he speaks.

"Dude what in the fuck was that?" George questioned, his tone laced with agitation and confusion, Sapnap shrugged his shoulders, sipping on the wine.

"It was me or Dream, who would you rather pick?" Sapnap asked, raising a brow, George hated the fact he had a point.

"Good point, but don't you think that was too far, parents could've seen," George said, fear of either parent realizing their plan immense, if they did they would surely execute Sapnap on the spot- and George won't admit it, but he doesn't know what he'd do if Sapnap died.

"Wasn't that the entire point of this plan?" Sapnap asked, following George back to his room, still swirling the grape wine in his glass, the aroma absolutely superb.

"No, the point was to scare off Dream, I don't want anyone getting executed because of me, they'll off you if they think you're the problem, if they think Dream is the problem they'll send him off for sure," George said, explaining his train of thought in a way he hoped made sense, "but that's too hard to do, so we have to get rid of Dream privately."

"Right, so you want me to put on a show whenever your parents aren't in the same room as you and Dream, otherwise be a stone faced guard?" Sapnap asked, it sounded a lot less fun than just playing it up no matter the circumstance, but, a part of him didn't really want to fuck it up and disappoint George.

"Yes, is that too much to ask?" George asked, his tone was genuine in a way that Sapnap rarely heard, desperation clear, he just wanted his plan to work so his life can go back to normal as soon as possible.

"No, I can ease up, although I expect that you'll especially ham it up if Dream thinks we can't seem him, if he gets nosy you know? I want to spark some drama," Sapnap said, taking one last sip of his wine before placing it down on Georges bedside table, "a kiss or something, that really gets peoples blood boiling."

"Yeah but, to be honest I haven't had much practice kissing, parents are very, very picky and overprotective," George said, he sounded embarrassed even though everyone in the castle already knew his parents were just like that, not his fault that he doesn't get around all too often, nobody in the castle town is bold enough to try and kiss him anyways.

Sapnap took a deep breath before walking over and grabbing his hands, eye contact triggered reflexively. Sapnaps hands heated up nearly too much for it to be bearable for George, but he still waited for Sapnap to speak- he would deal with the heat of the sun to hear Sapnaps voice. He doesn't know where loyalty and devotion blur and switch places, he doesn't care too look into it either, afraid of the answer, he'll keep telling himself he's just loyal.

"We could try practicing if you think that'll help," Sapnap offered, hoping the nervousness didn't seep into his voice too much.

"We don't need too, winging it hasn't failed anyone yet," George said, glancing to the side a little bit, Sapnap brought a hand to his chin, redirecting Georges gaze back up too meet his own.

"Yeah but, practice makes perfect, right?" Sapnap asked, before he could back away and try to take it back because hats way too bold for some guard, George leaned in.

Sapnap tasted like grapes, the aftertaste of the wine, his lips were a little bit cracked and the scar going through them was a discernible texture. It was like a spark, it kind of fired, it kind of happened, but it was too slow to call an inferno of an experience, more like a warm blanket. It was just nice, even if fake and short lived, it was still something George wouldn't mind doing again, only for the plan to succeed of course. But even pulling away that sweetness of grapes lingered on Georges lips and the silence was overwhelming in a good way.

"For someone who claims to not have much practice kissing, you're certainly a lot better then you give yourself credit for," Sapnap said, stepping back, Quackity was walking in from the balcony his face was red and he had fang marks where neck and shoulder met- he couldn't have, could he?

"So you guys are never gonna guess who almost got laid, or cannibalized," Quackity said, his tone was a different pitch than usual, drunk.

"Quackity, did you seduce Dream?" George asked as he walked over to Quackity, helping the harpy keep his balance as he walked him over.

"Nope! Poor boy can't hold his wine for shit, he decided to try and take a bite, or maybe he was trying to fuck me, it was an entire thing though," Quackity explained, "he kind of, got his senses back, his stupid amphitere blood lets him power through it faster- he was offa me in a second once he realized what he was doing."

"How many drinks did he last?" Sapnap asked, sitting down next too Quackity who held up two fingers, "wow, a total loser, how many did you have?" Quackity shrugged his shoulders.

"Quackity, you need to stop doing that," George said, grabbing a quill and ink, jotting down 'tried to cannibalize Quackity' on a piece of paper, writing 'what we know' above it in reference to Dream.

"Twas fun, Karl was handing out piggy back rides," Quackity said, George mumbled a curse under his breath.

"Sour you wanted to leave so soon?" Sapnap asked smugly, George shot him a glare.

"No, where are the others?" George asked, sitting down on the other side of Quackity.

"They got put on dish duty," Quackity said, then there was a knock on the door, George stood up and made his way over, greeted with a face he was growing to hate.

"What brings you to my quarters Dream?" George asked, his tone was sharp as a sword.

"Your parents sent me up here, they said that we'll have to share a room," Dream said, keeping eye contact with George and trying too stay formal despite the urge to start throwing accusation as to why Sapnap was acting so brash.

"You're room is down the hall, first left, third door down," George said, vaguely gesturing with his hands as he did so, he needs to get Dream away before he realizes Quackity is around, sparks will surely fly.

"And you're sure we shouldn't share a room, we only have a month in your castle, shouldn't we use that time to get to know each other?" Dream asked, he clasped his hands together and George looked him up and down, trying to read him to tell if he was serious, he was.

"We can get to know each other sometime later," George said, waving off Dream as he went too close the door, Dream held it open and George turned back to meet Dreams gaze with one that could kill a man, "what?"

"I didn't have a chance too give this to you sooner," Dream said, handing a small bag to George, he snatched it and shut the door on him, sliding down it a little bit.

"Who was it?" Sapnap asked, George groaned and walked over as he spoke.

"Dream, gave me a gift," George said, dropping down beside Quackity who had wings spread awkwardly as he rubbed his bite wound, George gently nudged estranged wings back into a more comfortable position.

"Open it up," Sapnap said, curiosity intense as George pulled out a small crystal, he didn't recognize what exactly it was, but it glimmered a seemingly impossible amount.

"A crystal," George said blankly as he held it up and turned it around in his grip, the blue light reflecting off of it was mesmerizing, it was small enough too fit on a ring, "a really nice one at that."

"Yeah, looks like he really cares, his heart is going to be shattered when our plan succeeds," Sapnap said, Quackity nodded at the statement almost solemnly.

"Absolutely, I'll make sure to drop by the training grounds when I give him that tour tomorrow," George said placing the crystal back in its small bag, "I'll be yearning for you on the sidelines."

"You better be," Sapnap said, smirking a little bit as he did so, "I'll make sure to put on a show just for you."

"You should just put on a show for yourself," George countered with, Quackity still caught between them, he fell back onto the various cushions.

"It's not as much fun when no ones there to watch me strut my stuff George," Sapnap explained, shrugging his shoulders, he threw a couple colored sparks back and forth between his hands.

"You really like impressing the ladies don't you?" George asked, nodding to himself, the answer he got wasn't one he expected.

"Who said I was trying to only impress the ladies?" Sapnap asked, Georges face started too burn up at the implications, it had the fiery warrior smirking.

"Save quips like that for when Dreams around," George said, groaning into his hands as he did so, how could one guy leave him so ruined? Especially with a fake act, he didn't understand how an act could leave him so affected.

"I'll add to the book of smart remarks for later," Sapnap said, faking writing something down as though he was holding pen and paper, George smiled at that.

#dsmp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #sapnotfound #georgenap #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #quackity #karl jacobs #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #tw drinking #tw drunk #tw wine #tw suggestive scenes #only a little bit

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captainhysunstuff · 1 month

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22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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#drawn by me #my fanart #my fancomic #Death Note #The Chain #lawlight #Light Yagami #L #Ryuk #smooch #saucy shenanigans #suggestive dialogue #Ryuk third-wheeling~#L meets Light's quirky-deadly roommate #henh not much to say about this one. basically a continuation of the previous entry despite the absurd update gap.#I've lost the ability to keep anything brief anymore~#L seems a bit out of character with his willingness to go with the plan huh? And don't you think he'd have gotten used to Light's teasing b #now? Maybe it hits a little different knowing for a fact that it's coming from Kira's mouth directed towards him of all people~#Also the picture where Ryuk is saying he'll scram when things get heated is probably my favorite drawing of him that I've done!#he was so intimidating to draw especially over and over in comic form. such a far cry from my usual human style #but like all things I gradually became more and more comfortable drawing him. I'm very happy about that! :)#I have a dumb idea/headcanon concerning the nerds' first copulation attempt~.#if I decide to include it here I will definitely try to age restrict it even though it won't necessarily be graphic.#don't wanna get in trouble lol #I have more trouble drawing spicy scenes than I do with shinigami subjects XD #tw: food issues #they both eat the sketchy 'apple' to prove they're not cowards... despite it not being the smartest idea in the world. >_>

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dilfslayer1080p · 5 months

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LEAKED HLVRAI 2 FOOTAGE 100% REAL NO FAKE

#hlvrai #sorry i love putting him in situations #gif #tw blood #tw gore #first endeavors into combining soft body n cloth n fluid n rigid body all in one scene #i hated every minute #blender #I feel like i should add that if anyone has any anim suggestions pls throw em at me I'm building a list of ways to destroy him

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jay-wasstuff · 1 year

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I usually skip this part

#this whole scene sir #super mario bros #mario movie #nintendo #bowser #luigi #super mario #mario #mario bros #bowuigi #luigi x bowser #bowser x luigi #monsterfucker #tw suggestive

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muckyschmuck · 6 months

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how does ms langley keep gettign roped into these things

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koziku · 3 months

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⛓️♥️ | Happy Valentine’s Day <3🍴

#from that one scene in udg. you know the one.#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa 2 #my art #nagito komaeda #implied komahina #there will be a white day hajime that matches this btw #danganronpa ultra despair girls #ultra despair girls #tw suggestive #cw suggestive #?#its just cream but like just in case yknow

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lovestruckspider · 1 month

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NPT related to horror scene core? Sorta like bloody scene core or the aesthetic of having a bloody nose while wearing scene clothes?

⠀―⠀ Scene ╲ Horror Npts

[Pt: Scene / Horror Npts ( Names , pronouns , titles ) /End Pt]

Names: Suzie / Suzi / Suzy ₁ , Bloodie ,Bloodscene , Gutz ₁ , Checkerz ₁ , Kandiz ₁ / Kandi , Obscene , Razorz ₁

₁ = Intentionally spelt with a z at the end !

Pronouns: Ze / Zem , Ze / Zer , Xey / Xem , Fang / Fangs , Blood / Bloods , Gut / Guts , Hor / Horror , XD / XDs 🌈 / 🌈s , 🩸/🩸s , 🫀/ 🫀s

Titles: [Prn] with a bloody nose , [Prn] who wears bright colors , The bloodied one , The bloody scene [Boy / Girl / Kid etc]

Hope these are alright ! i couldnt think of too many names and titles for this :(

#❝ PUSH UR TEMPER ❞　 —　POSTS #npt suggestions #scene npts #horror npts #name suggestions #pronoun suggestions #title suggestions #npt pack #npt list #scene #tw horror theme

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fullscoreshenanigans · 3 months

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TPN S2 Drinking Game WIP (English Dub)

Sip:

The kids mention missing Norman

Someone says "shipment/shipped"

They reuse bgm unaltered from S1

Chug:

There's awkward 3D

There's a timeskip montage

Finish:

Someone swears

#need to iron some things out before the server rewatch so open to suggestions #I like the Ray dork line so that's an honorary swear lol #trying to remember just how egregious some of these are #and figure out how to incorporate Emma's character being butchered without getting alcohol poisoning #BGM might be stretching it but some scenes seem to rely heavily on the “hey remember when this track was played to poignant effect #and we're banking on that because what's playing out now is nowhere near as monumental in comparison/downright disappointing”#thinking of tracks like “Prison Break” playing during S2e10 #also me chugging to cope with them teasing Isabella in ep4 and some of the most tantalizing AU bait targeted at me specifically #and then doing fucking nothing with it #tw: alcohol mention #The Promised Neverland #Yakusoku no Neverland #TPN #YnN #TPN S2 #FSS Shenanigans #Promised Forest Arc #Cuvitidala Arc #King of Paradise Arc #Imperial Capital Battle Arc #Return to Grace Field Arc #Human World Arc

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dantelionwishes · 2 years

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sugio dynamic

#gk #golden kamuy #sugio #sugimoto saichi #ogata hyakunosuke #tw suggestive #suggestive tw #lionhe(art)#this is the second time ive used this meme format #the other one was the original version of the meme for nsr HAHASHJGJGHRJHF GOOD MEMORIES #also oh my god pats myself on the back for that last scene #i know i used the meme as reference but goddamn they both look good

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 10 months

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His range of emotions in this 2 minute scene is just fantastic. Pure acting. And I love it.

Vincent Price - The Tingler (1959)

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fabseg-reader · 2 months

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Miraculous AU: Yandere Twins Au - Eminath/Nathalie and Émilie (Yandere Émilie)

After Amélie, it's turn of Émilie to seduce Nathalie. Of course, it happens in the past.

It's the part two of the Yandere Twins AU (it's a prequel).

Part one here (Amenath)

The sketch art and the story (below) are mature: they contain bondage, undressing, sensuality moment, implied drug using and toxic yuri (not really consent).

The story:

Flashback, 15 years earlier

An undressed Nathalie misteriously wakes up in a luxury room (it contains a white bed, a desk, a window and a door) and she fonds out she is tied to a metal bar (reminding a strip tease bar). 😶

The treasure huntress sees Émilie in front of her.

Émilie: Already awaken, Nathalie ? -giggle- 😊

The latter holds a whiplash (from Nathalie's equipment). Nathalie guesses to have been previously drugged by the latter.

Emilie was waiting her married man (Gabriel) to be gone for a long time. Long enough to reveal her true intentions to Nathalie.

Nathalie (confused and intrigued): Émilie ?! What is happened ? What is this madness ?

Émilie: I always wanted to make this moment with you from the first we met, Nathalie. ❤

Nathalie: What do you mean ?

Émilie: I want to accomplish my life's goal.

Nathalie: Your life's goal ? A beautiful woman like you desires an more important goal than being actress and top-model. You and Mr. Agreste have already ressources enough for live as rich people.

Émilie blushes about Nathalie saying "beautiful woman" to her. ❤

Émilie: I want to form the family from my dreams. I wish to be pregnant for make birth to my future child (I think about a boy). Why I left the Graham de Vanily House ? For freedom ? I'm already living this. Why I travel around the world (even if I was with Gabi or not) ? For exploration ? For treasures ? During our last travels, that's a lot of good moments. But I began to think about someone (not something). I believed Gabi was my ideal person but I've found a fascinating human who makes me feel happy.

Nathalie: I don't understand, Émilie. And where is Mr. Agreste ?

Émilie: He's the last of my worries, honey. I've requested him to go to capture a lot of butterflies for the future greenhouse I wish to build at the manor. And now, we can have some time enough for the two of us. You and me.

Nathalie: You and... Me ?!

Émilie: I'm very happy because I have finally found the perfect match for my heart. You find treasures, archeological pieces and mysterious but magical artefacts (like this Miraculous/the Peacock brooch), Nathalie. Meanwhile I find a better treasure than the treasure itself: A person who is making me fall in love. Do you want to know ? ❤

Nathalie tries to guess who is Émilie talking about. She begins to understands with a blushed tone.

Nathalie: I am ?

Émilie suddenly becomes exalted.

Émilie: Ah... Yes, Nathalie ! Good answer. ❤

She calms down before posing as a Femme Fatale.

I have another riddle for you. Answer correctly and I free you. I think about a reward to you. But be careful about the whip. 😈

Nathalie: Say that, Emilie. 😏

The blonde woman smiles and giggles.

Émilie: Are you in love with me, Nathalie ? ❤

The question makes Nathalie blush.

Nathalie (troubled): This thing is difficult to say, Émi...

Émilie uses the whiplash by hitting the ground, interupting Nathalie.

The deafening whip is made at the proxy, at the right side of the tied huntress.

Émilie: I'm sorry, honey. I don't want to hurt you. I just want a clear answer from you. ❤

Nathalie: I don't know how to say about that. I think you're going a bit of... Too far. Too forward.

Émilie seems shocked and she likely expresses sadness from her face. 😥

Nathalie is worried about that. She fears her words could have heartbreaked/hurt Émilie. She even believes the aristocrat woman begins to cry by judging the eyes of the latter. Is Mrs. Agreste going to torture her ? 😰

Émilie suddenly turns back to normal (if we can talk about).

Émilie: You're right, Nathalie. I understand you feel about. That isn't the good way to express my feelings to you. I'm disappointing you.

Unpredictable. Nathalie looks like fascinated after the blonde woman's sudden humility.

Nathalie: No. No. I don't consider you as disappointing, Émilie. I'm nice to know you. Forgive me. But I can't never reject you. I trust you too well. So, trust me.

Émilie lighty smiles. She walks up to Nathalie and freezes. The faces of the two women are close each other. Émilie makes a blow.

Émilie: I will trust you. And I say the question again Nathalie: Are you in love with me ?

This time, Nathalie is ready to confess/answer at her request.

Nathalie: Yes, Émilie. I love you.

Émilie blushes. ❤

Nathalie: If I couldn't express that, it's because I saw you and Gabriel are already happy together as a couple.

Émilie: And I thank you for trusting me. And for confessing me.

Émilie drops the whiplash. She puts her hands on Nathalie's cheeks and kisses her on the lips. 💋

Nathalie blushes too much. But instead of resisting or protesting, Nathalie suddenly feels a pleasant sensation. 😊

Émilie: I haven't any doubts about you anymore, Nathalie.

Nathalie: Neither am I, Émilie.

The two women kiss together again. And they are both passionated. 💋❤

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Thirty minutes passed.

A topless Nathalie and a now undressed Émilie are hugging each other in the white bed.

Émilie: You know. I've always suspected you have an interesting thing toward me since the first days of our travels. I had to check it myself with my "method".

Nathalie: Your "method" has heavily worked too well on me. Even it was a weird way.

Émilie: I wish we marry together, Nathalie.

Nathalie: I would like But Mr. Agreste is your husband.

Émilie giggles.

Émilie: I think he is still a good man for me. I even recognize he's a good husband. I don't wish to betray his trust.

Émilie holds the Peacock brooch in her left hand.

Émilie: I think I must talk to him about the coming event. He and I have waited too long for having the ideal child. I hope this child will be a boy. I have an idea about the name.

Nathalie: Oh ! And what can be his name ?

Émilie: I think about calling him: Adrien Émile Donatien Anathase.

Nathalie: "AdrienÉmilonatiathase". Wait ! That's too many names. Why not Adrien only ?

Émilie: Yes. I will name my son Adrien.

The blonde woman stands up from the bed and wears up her clothes puts the brooch on the chest.

Nathalie: Good luck, Émilie. But about our intimate time: What happens if your husband finds out what we did together ?

Émilie: Oh ! Our little secret ? Make sure Gabriel never knows about it. Consider this moment as an experience.

Nathalie: Do you hope we can hang out together again ?

Émilie: If you want to reproduct the same thing together again, send me the message. I will be pleased. -giggle- ❤

Nathalie: No problem. 😘

Émilie: No need to be rush. I will be patient about it. 😘

End of the flashback

The End?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #nathalie sancoeur #emilie agreste #eminath #yandere émilie #my writing #my art #illustration #toxic yuri #seduction #kiss scene #suggestive #femslash #wlw #yandere twins au #no kids allowed #tw: nudity

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cynthrey · 2 years

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Im surprised this hasn’t been done yet

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#empires smp #empires season 2 #empires s2 #empires mythicalsausage #empires scott smajor #mythicalsausage #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #scosage #my art #yeah this is based of that one captain america scene #tw suggestive?

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shootsun · 2 years

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Wukong dealing with amnesiac macaque, since it's always the reverse

This one was interesting because we don't have a lot of canon information about what Macaque was like when he was younger, so I kinda just... used a lot of fandom hcs about it

tw: mildly suggestive

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It's the middle of the night when one of the monkeys jumps onto the small of his back, waking him up with a startled shout.

“Danger stranger demon,” it chitters at him and Wukong feels all vestiges of sleep leave his body instantly.

"Where?" He asks in a dialect too old to be properly human anymore, and the monkey points in the direction of the cliffs.

Wukong leaps to his feet and tells the monkey to gather the rest of the troop and hide until he gives the signal, and the tiny thing determinedly scampers off.

There's a brief moment where he steels himself, hoping he doesn't run across any of his children injured, but he scowls and starts out the door before his stomach has really settled.

There's movement in the trees above where the scout had pointed out, and Wukong wastes no time leaping onto one of the branches to even the footing.

A giggle escapes the shrouded figure hidden in the branches, and the noise must spark some mischievous part of his soul because Wukong can't help the feral grin that plasters itself across his face as he lunges at the still laughing demon.

The figure gracefully dodges him, and falls backwards off the branch they were perched on before Wukong can reach them, his hand outstretched into now empty space.

He sucks in a breath, expecting the crashing of branches or a muted groan or the sound of a body hitting the ground, but instead, there's more giggling from below.

A flash of silvery white fur catches his eye, and for a moment, it's like he's young again, before Heaven, before Puti, the mountain, the journey, all of it.

"Can't catch me, Shi Hou," floats out across a breeze, and he's moving faster than he has in at least two centuries, but as soon as his claws brush white fur, Macaque is gone.

"You used to be faster than that!" Taunts the unglamoured demon, and Wukong yells back, "I don't know what you're playing at, but I won't fall for it!"

"You're not still mad at me for putting your bed in the lake, are you? I said I was sorry!" Macaque pauses, halfway into a shadowy portal, his head tilted and a distressed frown pulling at his mouth.

Wukong stops in his tracks, staring at his old friend before the words process and he blinks.

"What are you talking about? Mac, that was centuries ago."

Macaque laughs. "What are you talking about? That was like… last week!"

Just as that unsettling piece of misinformation reaches him, his phone buzzes in his pocket, and Macaque once more slips into the shadows.

He ignores the device now furiously vibrating, and invokes his gold vision to scan the area for Macaque. When he sees a shadow haunch over like it’s trying to suppress laughter, he lunges forward to tackle the demon.

Macaque yelps as he’s tackled out of the shadows, and they roll for a few feet before Wukong ends up straddling the other, his legs pinning the demon to the forest floor.

It's only once they've stopped moving that Wukong realizes all of Macaque's glamours are down.

His scar is prominent across the left side of his face, practically engraved through his cheek, his eyes each have a shimmering violet iris, his fur is white with swirls of blue and a charcoal singe, and his ears… All six of his brightly glowing ears are out on display without a care.

Wukong, entranced by a sight he hasn't seen in centuries, reaches for them before he can think better of it.

Macaque doesn't flinch from his hand, only closes his eyes and tilts his head to allow Wukong better access, and when the god rubs the bottom most lobe, a steady purr rises from the demon's chest.

The god snatches his hand back like it's been burned, and Macaque pouts before lazily cracking an eye open.

"Why'd you stop?" He whines, and reaches for Wukong's hands, placing them on his ears before his fingers are circling Wukong's wrists.

"I-" Wukong hesitates, and then goes back to gently massaging Macaque's ears, the demon's purr picking back up instantly. His heartbeat seems to triple in his chest as he lets centuries-old memories guide his hands to every spot that has Macaque melting into a puddle.

After a few minutes, Macaque blinks up at him, a steady purple flush covering his cheeks, and then, in less than a second, they've switching positions; Wukong’s back on the forest moss and Macaque's thighs tightening over his own legs.

"Wait, wa-it," Wukong pants out as hands roam his chest and Macaque leans down to bite along his throat.

He can't help the whine that leaves his mouth when Macaque breaks skin, the demon's tongue lapping up golden ichor eagerly.

"Maybe it has been longer than a week," Macaque chuckles slowly, "You're usually not this noisy."

He digs his thumbs into Wukong's hips as he says this, and the god bucks into the bruising grip with a strangled sound.

“Liu er,” He hisses, and Macaque raises a teasing eyebrow.

“That’s my name,” the demon says, his voice low and gravelly before he tugs on Wukong’s earlobe with his teeth.

A squeak that Wukong would forever deny makes its way out of the god’s parted lips and Macaque’s claws had only just started tugging at the front of his robes when the demon pauses for a moment.

“-king? Macaque?” Someone calls in the distance and one set of Macaque’s ears twitches in annoyance.

“Not these weirdos again.” Macaque mutters as he hoists himself off of Wukong.

“What?” Wukong manages to say as he sits up, but Macaque ignores him and slinks into the shadows without another word.

He has to sit and breathe for a second before he remembers his phone in his pocket and fishes the device out, hoping it would hold some answers.

A series of increasingly frantic texts from MK paints an unfortunately clear picture.

MK had accidentally stumbled upon Macaque meditating and woke the poor demon out of his trance, similar to what had happened with him and Pigsy earlier that year. But Macaque, awaking in an unfamiliar environment and surrounded by strangers, had lashed out, demanded to know where Wukong was, and bolted the minute he figured out the god was on FFM.

A series of muffled yells in the distance yanks Wukong’s attention back to the present, and Macaque steps back into view, dragging a very disoriented and tied up MK behind him.

“MK!” Wukong scrambles to his feet and tears the shadows binding MK like ripping tissue paper.

“Oh, is this your newest sworn brother? I swear, you make the family bigger every time I blink.” Macaque shakes his head with a fond grin. “You should’ve said something, bud.”

“I was wondering why he was trying to be so familiar with me earlier, but I guess if you’re close with him,” the demon jerks a thumb towards Wukong, “He never shuts up about me.”

“I-what?” MK whispers to Wukong, and the god shakes his head.

“I do to shut up about you.” The golden monkey scowls.

“Uh huh. Which is why Demon Rhino King knew exactly who I was upon first seeing me and then pointed out my favourite snack on the buffet table within two seconds.” The demon chuckles at the memory.

“DRK was a notorious flirt and you know it. He was just trying to get me all jealous.” Wukong only barely resists crossing his arms as his scowl deepens.

“Doesn’t hide the fact you talk about me enough that your newest friends can pinpoint me out of a crowd and let me know if the venue is serving anything I’d like.” Macaque smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, wow. Okay.” MK breathes, and his hands bat Wukong’s own hands off the kid’s shoulders.

“You’re like…dating, dating.”

“Mates.” Macaque haughtily corrects, and Wukong feels a steady flush return to his face as the bites on his neck throb at the claim.

“Riiight.” MK nods slowly.

“So. Um. Anyways, how about we go back to Monkey King’s place and get something to eat?” MK suggests, his eyes flicking between Wukong and Macaque rapidly. “I don’t know about you, but all this talking and fighting has made me hungry.”

Wukong clears his throat and rises, “Yeah, good idea, kid.”

“You know the way back, Plum?” Wukong asks, and Macaque scoffs.

“I wasn’t gone that long. ‘Course I do.”

“Lead the way, qīn'ài de.” The term of affection slips effortlessly from his lips, and MK gives him a scandalized look as Macaque winks.

“Anything for you Mo Wang.” Macaque waves and starts down the path, leaving MK fake gagging behind him.

“Oh, this is what it’s like when your parents flirt in front of you. Oh. I hate it.” MK chokes out dramatically. “Go back to trying to ki-”

Wukong rolls his eyes and covers the teen’s mouth with one hand.

“How’d?” He juts his chin in the direction of Macaque’s back.

MK stares at him, practically blue screening before understanding lights up his eyes.

Quickly, Wukong removes his hand before MK can get any ideas (the last thing he needs is the kid’s mouth germs on him), and MK takes a deep breath before stage whispering, “Blunt force trauma.”

‘Great. We get to sneak up on a demon who can hear us coming from five miles away.’ Wukong grimaces.

He turns and follows Macaque, MK trailing quickly behind. Halfway to the hut, he sees a curious face poke out of a tree and he makes a shooing motion at the monkey until it sinks back into the foliage.

Macaque leads them back to the falls and gestures for Wukong to leap first with a half grin.

He lowers the wards surrounding the rushing water as he jumps, and lands on the other side before MK joins him seconds later.

With a flick of his wrist, Macaque draws up his own wards to shield the falls as he lands beside them, and Wukong’s heart aches at the feeling of familiar magic that hadn’t graced the cave in years.

Macaque leads them to a firepit and begins to pull out Wukong’s hair, looking at him expectantly. With a roll of his eyes, the god blows on his fur, summoning a pot and various ingredients before Macaque starts throwing them together.

“I forgot you like to cook,” Wukong says softly, and the demon gives him a confused look before haunching back over the pot.

“It tastes better than just transformed food,” the demon defends as he stirs the soup he’d started.

MK takes a deep breath and plucks one of his own hairs, closing his eyes with a determined expression before blowing on the strand. A frying pan materializes in the teen’s hand, and Wukong wants to cover his eyes as his successor slinks behind where Macaque is thoroughly invested in his culinary endeavor.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Macaque lazily asks, looking over his shoulder at MK.

MK yelps and swings the frying pan, hitting Macaque square in the face with a loud clang that reverberates throughout the cave. The white furred monkey slumps, a surprised look still on his face as he loses consciousness.

With a grimace, Wukong moves forward and catches Macaque before the demon hits the ground. The god gently brushes white fur back out of his old friend’s face.

“Is he going to be okay?” MK timidly asks, fidgeting with the handle of the frying pan.

“Yeah. I’ll take care of him, you go home.” Wukong flicks his eyes up to MK and offers a brief smile before once more taking in Macaque, trying to re-memorize all the little features he’d nearly forgotten.

“Okay.” MK nods, standing, and turns back to take in one final look at the two monkeys.

Wukong, lost in his melancholy, and Macaque, half pulled into the god’s lap, entirely unaware of the careful fingers skirting his wounds, old and new alike.

#mk has to interrupt a lot of my scenes otherwise i think they'd just get...either really gory or really...steamy lol #lmk #lmk monkey king #lmk wukong #lmk six eared macaque #lmk liu er mihou #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach #lmk mk #lmk xiaotian #lmk amnesia rules pt 2 the electric boogaloo #macaque did Not look in a mirror #and it was a good thing too #my writing #answering ask #mo wang means my demon king and macaque totally would call wukong that to fluster/shut him up #tw suggestive

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