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#we have the couch in the other room

deadduvznap · 1 year

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heyyyyyy merry Christmas I have noncon woundfucking idea

revivebur with a reader who really likes cutting him up and fucking the wounds.

like as revivebur is crying and sobbing as you cut him open and pushing your cock into the bloody flesh. him begging for you to stop but a single word gets him to stop. it hurts him so much but youre gonna make him like it and nothing can stop you.

weeee thats all i got rn lol

happy holidays darling :) and yes this idea is so yummy i LOVE wound fucking so much and imagine it starts off as smth soft of like maybe wanting to introduce knife play and hes like yeah okay :) and ur like fucking cool and lets say youve never nonconed him before so he doesnt expect it so when you cut him a bit too deep hes like woah slow down that kinda hurt but your like ah no id love to like hold his face down like my hand over his mouth pushing his head onto the floor/bed and i wanna stab his thigh maybe twist the knife too and hes struggling n starting to cry :( and like holding him down while you stick your dick in the hole you made :( or wait what if where the thigh gap is supposed to be you like hold his thighs together and cut a dick shaped hole :)

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 5 months

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Fl reacting to reader having a cat or dog.

just that.

:O a fluffy friend for Foul Legacy!!

no seriously, he's going to try to make friends with your pet, regardless of if it's a cat or a dog, but he does so very respectfully! if your pet is more sociable and friendly, then they get along splendidly, but if your fuzzy companion is more standoffish, then Foul Legacy takes his time. he's very patient with this sort of thing- he wants the animal to like him, after all! he approaches your pet slowly, first spending time in the same room, then sitting nearby, before finally daring to give them a gentle pat. Legacy's covered in arms, so any bites or scratches won't hurt him, only serve as a note that he needs to be even slower in his befriending process. when your pet finally approaches him by themselves, Legacy has to bite his tongue to keep himself from squeaking and chirping with joy

after that, they're absolutely inseparable. your animal companion and Foul Legacy are both united by their love for you and each other, and snuggles are now even more of a fluffy pile, with you, Legacy, and your pet all curled up in the blanket nest- speaking of which, you learn to be very careful in where you sit down on the blanket nest, since sometimes your pet likes to burrow themselves under the covers for a nap, and it's very easy to accidentally squish them. Legacy's lap is also PERFECT to curl up in, and you've come home to see him and your pet snoozing together multiple times, waiting for your return. when they hear the door open they both perk up, scrambling off the couch and over to you so they can bump their heads against you and say hello

Childe also carries some of Foul Legacy's scent, even in human form, so whenever he visits you pet immediately comes to greet him, confused as to why he's so much smaller and less armored but happy to see him nonetheless

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softquietsteadylove · 2 months

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Hello birdie 🖤✨

I've got something for the Life Interrupted AU.

Thena isn't feeling well lately and is considering to go back into this hellhole where she's getting drugged to unconsciousness. She's packing her stuff when Gil shows up. He's trying to talk it out of her.

(And I definitely didn't had this Idea because I'm stuck in one of those hellholes, lol)

✨🖤Hugs an Love🖤✨

"Going somewhere?"

Thena sighed, setting down one of her shirts and staring down at her bed. "I was thinking about it."

Gil walked further into her room, having just arrived. "Druig texted me. Really surprised me to hear from him, but he said you've been acting weird--wants me to 'talk to some sense into you'."

Thena let out a humourless chuckle. "I'm surprised he decided to entrust you with that task."

"Gotta say, I am too," Gil agreed quietly until he was standing behind her. "I have to agree--you seem a little anxious lately."

She had been nervous, jumpy, and Gil knew it. They hadn't been able to go out on a date in weeks because she felt on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of having to navigate crowds or risk running into someone. "Maybe...maybe I should consider-"

"Don't," he whispered, placing his hand gently over hers. Her bag was already half full. "Don't say you're going back to that place."

Thena squeezed her eyes shut, tears already burning the insides of them. "Where should I go, Gil?"

"Anywhere else," he concluded. He pulled her hand away from packing up as if she were sailing off into the horizon. He moved slowly and gently until he could sit on the chair in the corner of her room and look up at her. "Please, Thena, just talk to me."

When he was seated lower, she had no excuse not to look at him. But she stared down at his hands, holding hers so, so gently. "Druig and Makkari have been looking at places again."

Gil raised his brows. "That...that's good...right?"

It was. It was what she wanted. She wanted their lives to continue on after the ugliness of the last year. She wanted her brother to feel free to settle down and marry the love of his life. And he could do that without worrying about his sister, she was determined.

"He keeps asking me to see them," she admitted quietly, as if Druig had his ear pressed against the door and would be wounded by overhearing her. "He keeps picking rooms that he says can be mine--if I so choose."

"So," Gil prompted, giving her hands a little squeeze, "what's so bad about that?"

Thena shook her head, looking up around the ceiling of her room to keep her tears from falling. "I'm not some child he has to drag around with him. He should be choosing a home to suit him and his wife, not worrying about his burdensome sister."

"Come on," Gil whispered, his eyes drifting downward from the sheer weight of Thena's discouragement. "You know he doesn't think of you like that."

Thena sighed, pulling her hands from Gil's and plopping herself on the corner of her bed. She pressed them to her head, trying to keep them from shaking. "I know he doesn't. That is exactly the problem."

"Okay, so you don't want him worrying about you," Gil shrugged, turning in the chair to face her head on again.

Thena stared down at her knees. She wasn't wearing her work dress and stockings with a tight ponytail. But she couldn't bring herself to wear soft sweatpants anymore, opting for athleisure leggings and a cardigan at even her most comfortable.

"What else?"

She toyed with her fingernails. "I don't want to live here alone."

Gil nodded again, leaning back in the chair.

She hunched over herself more, despite her sore back. "It's not about the cost, it's...I can't be here by myself, thinking all these...things."

"Okay, so we'll find somewhere else for you," Gil leapt at the opportunity to suggest an alternative. He leaned forward again, even scooching toward the edge of the seat. "I'll help you look."

She smiled, although she still wasn't feeling the intent behind the action. "Druig offered the same. Even Makkari--but that's not the point."

Gil seemed to understand what she was getting at. And of course he did, it was Gil. He was sweet, and understanding, and he always seemed to know what she was trying to say, even if she didn't have the words. "You want to find a place for yourself."

She sighed, looking at her hands again. "I don't seem capable of anything these days."

Gil took her hands in his again, rubbing his thumb over her skin. "You know that's not true."

She wasn't as sure as he was. She never was--never had his confidence, or positivity. It was something she both envied and admired about him. She loved it about him. "Maybe-"

"No!"

She blinked, taken aback by his outburst. He was always so soft spoken, especially with her. She had never heard him so much as raise his voice. The only things he did loudly were laughing and sneezing.

"Maybe nothing!" he pressed, standing from the chair. "That place never did you any good. I don't think it does anyone any good! And I will not let you go back to that misery!"

Thena's eyes fluttered, her back straightening. Her heart began to squeeze at the sheer volume of things, but this was Gil--she was safe with him.

"Thena," he finally quieted again, kneeling in front of her. "You never have to go back to that place, okay? I don't care if you have a nervous breakdown--I'll take care of you. I'll take better care of you than they ever would in there. Just--just promise me you won't go back there because you're worried about burdening people."

She blinked, those tears she was trying to hold back finally falling. It was completely dark outside, her small bedside lamp offering minimal lighting. But it caught Gil's features in just such a way that made him seem so beautiful. "I don't want to go back there."

"Good," he nodded, turning her hand so he could press his lips to it.

"But," she gasped, her lip wobbling. She clung to him. "But what if I'm not me, anymore?"

"You're exactly who you need to be," he said without a hint of doubt in his voice. "You're Thena."

So completely unwavering, her Gilgamesh.

"You're my Thena," he repeated, softer this time, kissing the back of her other hand before pulling her up to stand with him. His hands slipped around waist to rest at her back. "That's all you need to be."

She wasn't sure who 'Thena' was, at times. At least, not as she knew herself before all this. Gil kept saying that the past year was a part of her, for better or worse. But she just wanted to leave it behind--to revert to the version of her that had existed before it all.

"Look," he whispered, still holding her so gently. "Maybe that's easy for me to say. I didn't know you before. But the Thena I know is pretty damn amazing."

She let another laugh, still not humoured in the least.

"She is," he chuckled, though, and he did mean it. He leaned closer, touching his forehead to hers. "She's this badass translator, works in a big, fancy office. She's actually pretty funny, if she's in a good mood. Kinda likes messing with me."

"I do not."

"Just a little," he contested, scrunching up his nose faintly. "But I think that side of her is cute. And she's tough--way tougher than she thinks she is. And she's an incredible sister, even when her brother is being a pain in our ass."

"Our?" she interrupted.

"Our," he confirmed, touching the tips of their noses together to silence her. "And I know he's just worried about you. That's why he keeps saying you can stay with them if you want. But I guess he doesn't really know it's stressing you out."

Thena sighed, dragged back into the depths of her problems like plunging into ice cold water. "How do I tell him?"

Gil skipped over that question, still busy holding her, almost swaying as his weight shifted from foot to foot. "So, this Thena--I mean, to me, she's the most incredible woman in the world."

"Gil," she sighed, trying to pull him from his reverent description of her.

But he nudged her head until he could kiss her lips, also gently. As gently as everything else about him. "She's the woman I love, plain and simple."

Oh, did she ever love him. She had gone from being someone who probably didn't really believe in love for herself at all to being head over heels for her sweet, gentle giant.

She sighed as she kissed him again, leaning up on her toes to loop her arms around his neck. Kissing Gil always made her feel more human--more grounded and real. It took away the buzzing in her head and replaced it with with a heavy and pleasant sedative that could spread through her veins.

Gil stayed close, his forehead against hers, lips still faintly puckered. "Better?"

"Hm," she sighed. She didn't need to explain herself--not to him. She ran her fingers gently through the hair at the back of his head. If only she never had to go to work, or take public transport, or go to house viewings where the realtor would look at her oddly. If only she could stay in Gil's arms every second of every day.

"Good," he sufficed to say, tapping his fingers against the back of her sweater. He moved his hand to her hip. "So, about this living situation-"

"Right," she sighed the heaviest she had yet (which was saying something).

"Hey," he nudged her gently, pulling her eyes up to him. "A unit in my building is going on the market for next month. It's the one above mine--sweet old guy is moving out to be closer to his grand kids."

Oh. Living that close to Gil--being neighbours?

"I can always ask him if he'd be open to a lease trade-off," Gil suggested, although he was unable to hide his excitement at the prospect in his smile. "What do you think?"

Being that close to Gil? Being his upstairs neighbour?

His smile wobbled faintly, turning sheepish as he looked away. "It's a little more modest than this place. But it's a one bedroom, and it's not a bad location. And-"

Thena stood on her toes, pressing her lips to his, even with a cliche 'mmwah' sound. He looked dazed after the firmer kiss, which made her smile genuinely for the first time that night. She leaned against him heavier, but he steadied her without a second thought. "I think that sounds perfect."

"Really?" he asked, beaming like a dog about to receive a treat with a wagging tail.

She took his cheeks in her hands, "it sounds wonderful, Gil."

"O-Okay," he laughed, sounding near hysteria. But he pulled her against his chest in his arms, even lifting her off the ground slightly as he spun them. "This'll be amazing, sweetie, I promise!"

He needed no promises. The thought of having him a mere flight of stairs away was already comforting, in a sense. And she had been to his flat plenty of times. He was right, it was in a good location, and it wasn't any further from her office than she was now, all things considered.

Gil set her on her feet once more. "I'll talk to him tonight."

"Don't get too ahead of yourself," she advised gently. It wasn't often she was able to offer a calming voice of reason these days; it felt familiar, even soothing. She toyed with some some stray hairs of his. "I may have to apply, like everyone else."

"Peh," Gil waved in dismissal again (making her laugh, again). "The old guy loves me. And that's before I tell him some sob story about wanting my girlfriend to move in so we can be closer."

Thena blushed softly, toying with the hem of her cardigan. Sometimes she had to remind herself that Gil wasn't just 'someone she was seeing', and actually the man she had known for more than half a year and had been dating for more than half that time, now.

"It'll be great," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "We can carpool to work, I'll be right downstairs if you ever wanna talk--or cuddle."

"Gil," she admonished, but it came out as a light and air whisper as he kissed her cheek again, his five o'clock shadow against her skin.

He stopped nuzzling her just to look at her more solemnly. "You should tell Druig."

"It was your idea."

"Exactly," Gil made a face, shrinking somewhat. "He'll kill me."

Thena rolled her eyes, her spirits lifting by the moment. "It's not as if you're offering to shack up with me yourself."

He didn't laugh at her joke. He didn't even seem to realise it was a joke, just shrugged one shoulder. "I mean they're both only one bedroom units. Plus, I imagine you want some space for yourself for a little. Feel like you have some more control?"

Well, he was exactly right about that, as always. Although she hadn't expected his rebuttal to be that they would need a larger space if they were to live together. She just blinked, "precisely."

"So it's decided," he grinned again, and gave her another kiss for good measure. "I'll go talk to Karun, you talk to Druig. He really is worried about you."

"I know," she mumbled, feeling properly chastised. She unlinked her hands from behind his head and squeezed his forearms. "I'm sure he was desperate to call you."

"And I'm suggesting you move into my building instead of in with him?--he's gonna have my head."

Thena laughed genuinely for the first time that night. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from him."

Gil stared at her in a way that made her toes curl. He bent his head down to sneak into the crook of her neck under her jaw. "I know you will."

She shivered as he left a kiss on her pulse point.

But he left it at that, pulling away and standing to his full height again. It left her feeling chilly, needing to pull her cardigan tighter around herself. "Okay."

Thena nodded, letting him take her by the hand. She did have to talk to Druig--about everything. About moving and also about how she would be okay without him hovering over her shoulder. She would be okay without that hell hole and its medication and she would be okay even if she felt like this different version of herself, possibly forever.

Gil grasped the doorknob with his other hand, the door not fully closed and letting in just a sliver of light from the rest of the house. He held her other hand, giving it a squeeze. "Ready?"

She nodded, holding his hand tighter, just in case she needed it. But she smiled, "ready."

#Thenamesh Life Interrupted AU #I love this au!#and we love you Love!#Thena is feeling worse and worse about Druig moving out before proposing #he's all stressed about her staying with them #but stressed because she doesn't want him to stress #it's a lot going on #so Thena gets more withdrawn thinking about all this #and eventually Druig does the unthinkable #he texts his sister's boyfriend and tells him to get his ass down here and talk to her #they come out of her room #They're holding hands and Thena looks oh so besotted #Druig sits up from the couch holding Makkari like I already don't like this #Thena tells Druig listen she appreciates his concern and she'll come and visit all the time #but she's going to move into Gil's place #and Druig loses his everloving mind #he blows up about how it's too soon and they barely know each other and he doesn't trust Gil enough to let them shack up #and Thena lets him get it all out of his system before finishing saying: Gil's apartment........complex #Makkari: lol #Druig totally loses his steam and just goes oh...well I guess that's not so bad #because Thena knows how to break bad news to her little brother #Druig is still a little wary of it and he still tells Gil that if he ever thinks Thena is upset because of him #he's got a whole lot of hell comin' his way #but he's also a good brother and tells her he'll help her move and he's not going anywhere until she's settled #they haven't settled on a house yet anyway and he won't actually leave until Thena is settled #if she called and said I don't like it here Druig is like okay we're living in the townhouse forever #meanwhile Thena actually wants him to leave the nest so she and Gil can be cutesy flirty neighbours and carpool and have sleepovers

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piningpercussionist · 5 months

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What's it even like at Ramona's place. Also is her cat cute and fluffy?

Well, it's not the most spacious place, for starters. Julie has us all beat on that I think, with Neil and Stephen's place coming second. Then maybe my place? I'm not really sure... DEFINITELY not Scott's.

But it's alright. Ramona knows what to do with the space she has, I think. And she just tucks whatever doesn't need out into her little bag that she's got, so there's never really any clutter, unless Scott's provided it. She's got, like, multiple stories to it? Like, one and a basement, or something- in addition to the ground floor, I mean. We've discussed playing down in her basement, sometimes, for practice? She seemed pretty receptive.

It's nice being over there. I dunno. She hasn't done a whole lot with it, but it's nicer hanging out there than it is here, usually. Wish she was less busy so I could come over more... I mean, I could visit Scott when he's there I guess, but it's not really the same. Besides, I wouldn't want Ramona to come back from work and have to chase me off to get some rest or something?

*Kim sort of snickers a little.* Or she'd come back to me trying to hide Scott's body. She doesn't deserve to deal with that.

Anway, more realistically, she's probably exhausted after running around all day, being the only Amazon delivery person in our area and all. Even if she was fine with me lingering, I'm not sure I want front row seats for the two of them being lovey-dovey or whatever. Gross.

And Gideon... Gideon is probably one of the cutest cats I've ever seen. I didn't really like cats too much before now, but I think I've been converted or something. He's just the sweetest thing, sometimes, and Ramona's managed to get him nearly completely desensitized to being picked up, held, moved around- he just genuinely doesn't care, so long as you aren't hurting him.

He's a short haired cat, I think, but he's super soft- Ramona tells me it's because we're always petting him. Something about the oils in our hands making his fur softer? I think I get the general idea there. His fur is like... deceptively dense though? You can sink your fingers in a little and muss it up if you want.

Heh. I don't recommend trying to mess with his stomach at all, though. Gideon's generally pretty forgiving, and doesn't really bite or scratch people from what I've seen at least, but one time Scott tried to give him belly rubs while he was all splayed out on the couch... the attack afterward was pretty tame so far as the initial strike went, but he got Scott good, and there was like... blood, everywhere. You'd think he nicked an artery or something, but no, it was just Scott doing what Scott does.

Is there some sort of like... thin-skinned or heavy bleeder debuff he's got or something? Or was it just him being a moron and splattering it everywhere? Anyway, Ramona had it handled pretty quickly, and tiredly, so that's probably something really typical for them.

#I'd actually really like it if we played over there I think #tormenting Hollie with my drums is fun but I'd rather everyone stay the hell out of my room #my friends are too nosy for their own goods. i dont need them going through my shit every week #we could move a couch down there or something... give Neil and Knives a place to sit and watch #and Ramona obviously! she just doesn't like our sound as much I don't think. or Knives for the matter.#she probably wouldn't be super keen on watching us... but if we were playing in her house weekly she'd have to sit in sometimes #Scott would probably cry a little if she didn't and that's never fun #pine.txt #asks #anon #rp #sp comic #spto #spvtw #kim pine #(ooc: tyssm for resending that so quickly! this is a wildly different but same veined answer than the original but I think I like it more +#(+ maybe. so it works out I guess!)#(ooc: hope you enjoy it also. especially given the first version just got Eaten. if it ever pops back up again somehow I'll attach a +)#(+ screenshot of the original answer for comparison or something!)#(ooc: oh! additonal note. I'm basic Gideon around my two cats. one is a shirt haired little lady and the other is a bigger fluffy gal)#(ooc: the fluffy one will tolerate me moving her around however I damn well please. she's even let me cuddle her like she's a stuffed +)#(ooc: animal before it's great. i love her so much)#(ooc: I also love my other cat a bunch I just don't hang around her as often I guess. she's sweet but also a bit of a bitch? she likes to +#(ooc: trip my roommate whenever he's trying to come back here with food. she also doesn't really vibe with other cats super well)#(ooc: I think she gets jealous. but if she wants to hang out with me more she needs to stop trying to knock over literally everything I own #(ooc: anyways! she looks sorta like gideonm she's like a grey/brown tabby with some green/yellow eyes- mostly green I think)#(ooc: basing. i am BASING Gideon.)#(ooc: wow actually there are so many typos in these tags. for me at least. oof. ah well. i did my disclaimer)#spvtwtg #drunk kim

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plumbus-central · 24 days

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I have a question where does Minnie sleep? :0

she sleeps in jerry's mancave! I had headcanoned that the couch in there was a fold out and in fear no mort it was confirmed! (bc thats where fear hole diane slept)

The mancave over time eventually just becomes her "room". After she first returns she's very careful about not overstepping boundaries with the family, and she didnt have much of an idea of what life was going to look like going forward, so im not sure she really anticipated that she was going to end up living with the smiths permanently. It was just the action that made the most sense. (that, and the recovery from the trauma of being separated made minnie and rick go through a initial phase where they would have strong anxiety about being apart so she kinda had to stay there 😭)

We dont really know enough abt ricks sleep habits for me to say that he sleeps in there with her ALL the time but the cot in ricks room certainly gets used a lot less after she starts living there.

#ask #minnie #i think we all agree he falls asleep in the garage and other non-bed places pretty often #but she definitely makes him sleep in his own room when shes mad at him tho lol #the equivalent of sleeping on the couch #first night she was there u know his ass was in that fold out bed #actually i have a scene idea pertaining to this where morty has a nightmare and goes to check on minnie in there one night #i never thought abt putting into comic form but i guess i could!#ty for the question!

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primrosebitch · 9 months

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Beatrix, my cat, is like abnormally buff and idk how she got so strong, on one memorable occasion i had to put her and my other cat artemis in a separate room cause a couple of my friends were coming over and one has a cat allergy, and because beatrix can open doors i had to use a chair to make sure she couldn't get out (for context we have handles(?) not knobs at my house and this door opens inwards) so to keep her inside the room i stuck the back of the chair in between the door and door handle and while it was lodged in there pretty good it was shoved into the gap as much as physically possible

this was a mistake.

when i started going to the front door to see who arrived beatrix starts trying to open the door keeping her trapped and i, naively, thought that the chair would stop her, it didn't.

i ran to the door and was able to grab onto the handle in time to stop the door from opening even more than it already had, and i tried to pull this door shut, but beatrix was also on a mission to escape her captivity, and when i tell you i had to use my full body weight and strength to get that door closed i am not exaggerating,

i may not be very strong but i am a fully grown human and she is a cat, and to this day i am still baffled by her strength and wondering how the hell she is so stronk

#cat #strong cat #buff cat #cat hijinks #stronk kitty #though even if she did escape it probably would have been fine #cause another time she did end up escaping (this time by slipping out when i opened the door)#and it turned out completely fine #cause she just hid in the gap between the living room couch and the wall while we were at the other side of the house #and she didn't leave until all the guests were gone #which i should have expected tbh #cause she always hides when guests come over

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