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[ladylooch]

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[strangelittlestories]

A little late on my monthly update post (apologies). A few bits and reminders:

1) If you're a member of one of the Strange Little Clubs on Ko-Fi, please fill in the prompt form for this month: https://forms.gle/U7crPCGVGLKwaXCR8

2) If you'd like to join one of the clubs (or support me with a one-off donation), then you can do so on Ko-Fi. I'm currently job-hunting, so now is a *very* good time to buy me a coffee! https://ko-fi.com/strangelittlestories

3) I'm in the process of trying to get my old wordpress site fit for purpose again. So expect new stories to also be posted here, with helpful catergories to filter by (got a little catching up to do this month): https://strangelilstories.wordpress.com/

4) This month's fun monthly admin fact: I played my first competitive game of Roller Derby last month and it was very fun.

#strange little clubs #monthly update #writing admin #strange little update

[royalarchivist]

Cucurucho's slow turn to stare at Fit when Pac got all up in his face was so funny, LMAOOOO

#Pactw #FitMC #Cucurucho #Hideduo #QSMP #FitPac #I'll post the other clips in a minute #December 6 2023 #Osito Bimbo #This is Osito Bimbo actually but u know #I was watching Fit's POV but the writing is Osito's #the admin who's been playing Cucurucho lately forgets about the typing differences sometimes though so it could be Cucurucho #who knows #Fit #Pac #wait. those ears #that doesn't look like Cucurucho OR Osito. Hmm

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #6

Your yan has been acting strange for a while now.

Well, they were always strange but they became irretable and barely even look at you anymore. Now they constantly lock you into the bedroom and sometimes don‘t even bring you food or water for over a day. It‘s been almost a week of this weird torture where they seem to try to avoid you even though they kidnapped you in the first place! So you decide to be bold.

The next time the yan seems to remember you exist, you grab onto their leg and force them to stay; demanding to know what is going on! But all they do is stutter and grow bright red, trying desperately to get away from you again.

You hold onto them firmly until they suddenly snap. Before you know it, you are pinned to the floor the yan hovering above you, breathing heavily when they reveal the truth to you: They are in a heat/rut.

You didn‘t know human could have something like that, but it turns out shifters live secretly amongst your kind. It‘s a lot to take in but through gritted teeth the yan reveals even more: They don‘t know how long this situation will continue. Against all odds they wanted to save you from the agony of mating with them, where they‘ll lose total control and act like a beast or worse.

However, denying their heat/rut results in them sleeping a lot and being too busy taking care of themselves so that their thoughts are - regrettably - not on you. They’ll keep sleeping and trying to soothe themselves without your help, the heat/rut only increasing the longer they are denied. You’ll be an afterthought as they battle their feelings.

They hate it, but they know that if you give them the go, they would not be able to turn back anymore to the restraints they put on themselves. It might sound like fun at first, but by the time they are done with you, you yan assures you that you might never be the same mentally and physically again. Waiting it out might take a whole month and as adorable as your rebellios nature is, they will not permit you to take care of yourself, lest they might attack you or lose themselves, seeing you around the home in their delirium.

You think about what you‘ll do, feeling the crushing weight on your wrists increasing as the yan pressures you to decide quickly.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

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[splatattackz]

got some lore fofoca !

the q-admin team told the wiki team that, in the timeline, the "confidential experiments" stream canonically happened the day of the prison break, right after the cinematic showed and the protocol activated - which is why the eggs were still awake and stuff and the library the islanders and eggs were in still looked rundown as opposed to the teaser posted announcing the reopening date, where it had looked repaired

#qsmp #i know the report was dated 1/30 but i think that was an admin writing the current date out of habit #this is what an admin told the wiki team afterwards #qsmp lore #qsmp2024 #qsmpattackz #splatattackz

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I saw your post about feeling that your writing is getting worse. I’m just a hobbyist and a content writer, but my guess is that you’re experiencing one of two things:

1. You’re getting exhausted. Take a break. Sounds weird, but sometimes it works. Spend a week doing something else.

2. You’re improving. Sometimes you experience a disconnect before you “level up” at something. Your brain is aware that “hey this could better” and is frustrated because it’s looking for a way to fix it. In this case, keep going - once you figure it out, you’ll be a better writer.

Ultimately, questioning your work is good. Nobody gets better by taking everything they write and going, “hey this is great.” Being critical of your own work is part of the process of improvement. Don’t worry about it!

Oh my goodness 😭🥹🥹 this is so very kind of you. I needed to hear this. Thank you soooooo much ❤️❤️❤️

This is also for any writer who needed to hear this today!

#admin answers #writing positivity #writing #writer #writeblr #writers #writing inspo #writing inspiration #writing challenge #ao3 #archive of our own #whump #whumpblr #writers on ao3 #writers on tumblr #fanfic #fanfiction

[shootingmorningstar]

Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw. Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.

I've been meaning to get to this request ever since I saw it because it is just so good. I'm definitely biased for anything Lucifer related but god this is just so cute. Anon, your brain is outstanding. I love pouty Lucifer. If you still have that tiktok on hand or ever come across it again, do you think you could send it my way .ᐣ

You didn't include what kind of request you wanted though, and my default is HCs -- but I couldn't help but throw in a little drabble based on them, too. Or, at least I intended it to be a drabble .ᐣ It got away from me, haha.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Lucifer and Female Reader Dressing

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Up As Roger and Jessica Rabbit ~

Lucifer is initially thrilled when you bring up wanting to attend a famous yearly costume party in Pride with him. A chance to show you off sounds amazing, and he's great with costumes. Just the thought of you two matching is enough to get him excited.

You seemed just as excited as he was -- in fact, he was even more excited when you told him you'd already had something in mind .ᐟ He's pestering you to tell him just what the costumes were as soon as the plan leaves your lips, but much to his displeasure, you refuse, saying you want to keep it a surprise.

You'd even managed to resist the very strongest puppy-dog eyes and pout. Impressive. He usually succeeds in getting his way with that one -- who could ever say no to that face .ᐣ Having exhausted his options, he sighs his defeat.

Well, nearly exhausted his options. He was entirely too ready to pretend that you'd won and snoop through your closet the second you walked away. Apparently his quick glance at said closet had given him away though, and with a quick deadpan stare alongside a scary sounding ❛ don't you dare. ❜ has his feet rooted to the floor.

Did his poker face really suck so bad .ᐣ He's definitely practicing it in the mirror later.

Ultimately, though, he trusts you completely and your choice in matching outfits is no exception, so he allows it to drop for now. There's still a few more days until the party, but that time could be spent much more productively by your side rather than whining about clothing.

That is, until the day of the party comes around and you bring out his outfit. You'd never seen Lucifer's jaw drop quite like that before and it takes iron will to stop yourself from giggling at his present state.

He doesn't understand the reference. Lucifer regrets his past decision to give humanity free will. It's obvious, even if he never seems to say it outright. He had given out such a precious gift and so much of humanity chose to abuse it, to be nothing but cruel. Looking at sinners and by extension humanity is just a terrible reminder of what he'd done, so he prefers to avoid it whenever possible. This quite often includes the media of the living realm -- he's never even heard about the movie, forget seeing it.

So without the full context, all he knows is that you've just handed him an absolutely atrocious outfit -- and to make it worse, you expect him to go out in it .ᐣ Seriously, he whinges, red overalls with a blue bow .ᐣ Rabbit ears .ᐣ And to make it worse, you won't even show him your outfit until he gets dressed .ᐟ He can't believe you're laughing.

He sounds completely and totally ridiculous, in your defense. Seriously, has he seen his regular outfit .ᐣ He looks absolutely stunning, sure -- but he also looks like he walked right out of a circus.

It says a lot, though, that despite the complete and total pity party he's currently throwing himself, he's beginning to shuffle into the costume anyway. He's grumbling the whole way, but the fact that he just doesn't have it in him to say no to you warms your heart.

You had been so, so eager about this party, and the way your eyes had shined like stars when you told him had long since burned itself into his heart.

wc ; 1.2k

His seemingly endless complaints had tapered off ever so slightly when you shimmied his grasp off of the ruby red suspenders sagging unbuttoned over his chest. By the time you take the fabric into your own hands his protests faded to little more than a mumble under his breath, and with the very first snap of a button in place under your gentle touch he'd quieted completely. Where a look of exasperation had reflected off his face seconds prior, in its place now is that of silent awe, his gaze trained on your every action. The gesture of intimacy is enough to leave Lucifer somewhat choked up, his heart still not used to receiving such acts of adoration and kindness. You tie the cornflower blue fabric adorned with tiny yellow spots into a bow to accentuate the costume and cover his hands briefly with your own as you slip the gloves onto his fingers.

Not twenty minutes had passed, and he finds his attitude regarding the ensemble shifting with every second you take to assist him into it. Each and every part of it looks ridiculous at best, but the thought of you picking it out solely for him has him warming up to the idea.

Declaring your work complete, you raise your grasp ever so slightly, palms holding each of his cheeks close, your thumbs rubbing soft little circles below his eyes. Your affections are sufficient only when finished with a kiss placed on his forehead. ❛ I'm going to go get dressed, okay .ᐣ No peeking. I promise I'll be right back. ❜

The way his wrists on instinct dart out to catch yours to bring you close to him again as you pull back nearly got you. He's extended his lips in a pout once more. You hate to leave him quite so sad looking but you know he'll appreciate what you have planned enough for it to be worth it.

Bathroom door shutting closed behind you, there's the smallest bit of lingering regret that he can't help you to get dressed like you had for him. The outfit itself takes you barely a few moments to slip into -- it's the makeup that requires precision, time and effort. His pacing around the bedroom is audible, impatient steps sounding into stomps, the sounds causing you to choke on a laugh. You need a steady hand for your eyeshadow and that's hard to maintain during an act quite as cute as this.

Nonetheless, your look is finished within half an hour and therefore Lucifer is put out of his misery. It's not a second after the door clicks open that his attention is caught, snapped to the light peaking out of the doorway. Stepping into the small hallway, your eyes are met with his own -- and the way his pupils widen as soon as he gets a glance of your dress makes both your efforts and his complaining worthwhile. His gaze takes you in from top to bottom, each detail enchanting him further. The dress so perfectly hugging your curves is crimson to match him and absolutely breathtaking -- and are you walking towards him .ᐣ Your strut does well to accentuate the slit stitched into the leg, your thigh tantalizing in its display.

Finally reclaiming your place beside him, one of your fingers reaches out, finding purchase under his chin -- and when you tilt his head up you swear you saw his eyes flash red. ❛ Hello, my darling husband, ❜ you coo, sending his already overloaded brain into a frenzy. Husband . . .ᐣ You wanted . . .ᐣ With him, really . . .ᐣ And although he's beginning to put the pieces together and clue in that such a term of endearment was part of your match, you seemed so happy to say it. He snaps his focus back onto just how stunning you look tonight, but the idea has firmly implanted itself into the depths of his mind.

Back into the present time, his hands have begun to roam -- he wants to commit every detail of you to memory, and that includes the feeling of your dresses fabric under his fingertips. His grasp is met with your own, for it's not long before you're pulling the straps of his suspenders, tugging him forward into a kiss. By the time he's recovered from his surprise enough to reciprocate, though, you're already beginning to pull away. He chases your lips with a whine but you've already moved on, pressing a kiss first to his cheek and then to his forehead. It's only when you offer him a small compact mirror does he understand -- each of your kisses has left behind a little bit of the lipstick you oh so painstakingly applied. Your marks on his face have left him entranced, desperately craving more.

A gasp rips itself from those same cherry red lips in surprise -- you weren't expecting him to summon forth his tail, much less wrap it around your midsection and use it to bring you closer. ❛ Kiss me again, ❜ He pleads, desperate and breathy. ❛ Anything for my honey bunny, ❜ you chime, matching the mark on his left cheek with one on the right. ❛ You just look so cute, ❜ between each kiss is another offering of praise and compliments, the blush left in your wake matching excellently. ❛ Who's my handsome bunny .ᐣ ❜

Your multitude of kisses has left Lucifer stunned and looking nothing short of angelic -- even more so than usual. You're fully intending on giving him several more, leaning in to do just that when the wall mounted clock besides you chimes a new hours arrival, alerting you to the time. ❛ Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, Mr. Rabbit, but I'm afraid we simply must be going. We don't want to be late, do we .ᐣ ❜

Fixing your lipstick takes all of a few seconds, leaving you free to grab a makeup wipe off the pouch resting atop your vanity and wipe all of the stains you'd adorned his face with away. A snap of his wrist catches yours just inches from his face, however, halting your plans in their tracks. Confused, you look to him for an explanation, a soft ❛ leave them. please .ᐣ ❜ being all he offers you. ❛ You're going to go to the party like this, love .ᐣ ❜ to which he nods sagely. He can't bear to part with them -- not when the lipstick marks are yours, not when they declare proudly that he is yours.

❛ If you say so, honey. ❜ You can't deny that the prospect leaves your heart fluttering. A grand, golden portal appears with a simple snap of his fingers and he takes your arm, now linked with his own in an attempt to usher you forward. He can't wait to show you off, to watch as other demons eyes glow green as they stare his way. You stay still, though, prompting him to look back at you with an air of confusion. It's then that you lean close, whispering ❛ be a good bunny and there will be more where that came from. too bad we'll have to wait until we come home, hmm .ᐣ ❜

Suddenly Lucifer can't wait for this party to be over.

I still can't believe I'd originally intended this to be 100 words and it ended up over a thousand. I can't help it, I'm so weak for anything Lucifer related. I'm half tempted to write an absolutely filthy post party part 2. If there's enough demand for it .ᐣ I just might.

As always, let me know what you think .ᐣ Hearing back from you guys keeps me motivated ~

#hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #admin kitty #i want to fuck this old man so bad #sorry #no im not #not at all #girl help this prompt is actually rotting my brain #i will forever and always write lucifer as a loverboy. #always. #cause he is #he's so good old fashioned lover boy coded #ok im done now #lover boy lucifer morningstar #hes such a wifeguy #it kills me

[writeblrsupport]

Just a little poll for anyone who wants to answer!

#writeblr #writing polls #writeblr poll #I have 6 right now #that’s like #six too many #admin: sabel

[bublechu]

Synopsis: A sudden commotion causes to rattle you awake. Luckily a certain feline was there to soothe you sleep.

{{Poppy Playtime}} Pair: Catnap/reader

Relationship: Platonic (reader is a child)

{{Potential}} Trigger Warning: Grammatical errors, Distinct implication of violence, blood mention, suggestive (implied to be a gore), hallucination mention, Isolation but remain ambiguous if it's from Catnap or the Scientists or the reader itself, implication of reader being an orphan, catnap is bigger than the reader, catnap is not Theo, Spoilers, Vaguely implied Dead Dove Do Not Eat

🐚.Admin's note: Inspiration from @yanderes-galore and their masterpiece ✨ might take/use their au if allowed 👉👈

The first sight upon your awakening is the vibrant hues of the interior of the playground. Accompanied by a playful rhymes designed to soothe or/and engage the childrens. The cushioned floors offer safety, should they stumble or fall from their antics, while the structures of twisted slides, hidden tunnels, and roped ladders await for exploration.

Then there's also the smiling critters.

A TV shows that were meant to entertain the children while their parents are away. One of the mascots managed to catch your mild interest. Its name is- ah, catnap? You're uncertain. Lacking socialization with others nor interest in the cartoon-ish group made you quite an airhead in their existence despite their increasing popularity. But Somehow, the scientists deem it fitting to assign one of the plush creatures to you. Initially strange, you couldn't help but question why the cat was chosen to be your companion. The scientists dismissed your inquiries, stating that Catnap would keep you company if you started to feel a tad lonely.

Since then, the cat has remained by your side, and as you spend more time together, you begin to notice peculiarities about the plushie. It seems to possess a human-like speech and behavior, eager to participate in various activities with you. Despite this, it still retains its resemblance to a real cat, often purring and cuddling like a genuine pet. However, the strangest feature of all is its ability to emit a unique smoke that makes the drowsiness cloud your mind.

It's strange and quite alarming to say the very least but, hey. At least you have a companion now. Right?

Suddenly, a deafening crash shattered the silence, breaking the tranquility in the air as you startled awake. Disoriented and still fatigued, you softly rub your eyes as you fumble out of your assigned bed and stride forward. The eerie silence has yet to be cutted again by ear-piercing screams through the other side. Although quite subtle, somehow still clear. This piques your curiosity as you stride forward and investigate the situation.

As you reached the door, you cautiously peered through the small gap you'd created, surveying the surroundings. Usually, there were guards or scientists patrolling the colorful hallway, but now, there's currently none. Odd.

Stepping outside your room, you embarked on an exploration of the area. The farther you venture from your room, the more the drenching smell intensifies. Accompanied by a crimson hue painting the interior and occasionally, a heavy footsteps and a faint gutteral growl. You've reached the very end of the facility as you come face to face with a large door.

Just as you are about to reach for the knob, a sudden familiar purring sound broke through the eerie silence, causing you to pause in your tracks. Turning a corner, you were greeted by the sight of Catnap, your oversized plush companion, sitting calmly on the floor. Its vibrant purple fur seemed to shimmer in the faint light along the moon collar on his neck. It's large, hallowed eyes stares at you with an almost knowing gaze. As its tail swayed around playfully.

Catnap? What are you doing here? You rotate your body as you stride to pick it up. a mixture of curiosity and suspicion washing over you. The plush creature tilted its head slightly, as if in response, before emitting a soft purr and nuzzle into your hand. It's long tails, loosely wrapped around your arms as it leans and licks your face in a reassuring manner and an attempt to distract you. The gesture made you recoil away as you notice a newfound smell that lingers around his usual lavender fur. It's the same smell that has been wafting in the air yet you're unable to pinpoint its exact origin.

"Friend... stay..!." Catnap's voice box vibrates, sounding slightly disoriented as it tries to pull you away. You shake your head, brushing it off as you attempt to inquire about the event unfolding and the disappearance of the facility's workers.

you adamantly approach the door, intent on seeing what's behind it but before could move any further, a faint red smoke fills the air, causing you to stumble. Thankfully, Catnap's tails wrap around your waist, preventing you from falling as your body goes limp. The purple feline gently lifts you onto its furry arm and carries you on its shoulder, leading you away as you weakly squirm, trying to regain your senses. Despite your protests, the cat remains unbothered, continuing to purr and softly scratch your back as hallucinations begin to cloud your mind.

As Catnap carries you back towards your room, your senses begin to fade as the hallucinations growing more vivid with each passing moment along the fatigues gnawing at the back of your eyes. Upon reaching your room, Catnap gently lays you down on the soft cushions, its purrs growing louder as it suddenly curls close to you. As you slowly drift into an uneasy sleep Catnap remains by your side. acting like a guardian as he continues to purr and nuzzle at you.

... Unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the door, a scene of carnage and horror unfolds, the aftermath of Catnap and the toys action around the factory. Yet within the wall of your room, all is peaceful, the only sound the gentle purring of your loyal companion as it cuddles with you, guarding you from the terrors that lurk beyond.

#🐚.Admin writing #poppy playtime #catnap x reader #sleepyangel

[yuikomorii]

Happy Birthday, Ayato! ❤️

// Today is the golden boy’s birthday!! Sweet and spicy visual god, you are the reason of my unattainablly high standards… and also of my questionable financial decisions, lol.

This looks more like an Ayayui shrine than an individual Ayato one, but I couldn’t fit all the items in one pic, therefore I chose the ones that were the easiest to find in my room. :”)

Nevertheless… I did try to prepare a SCENARIO too! I used my nsfw edit as the cg, although I didn’t show everything. The romantic part is really cheesy and cringe, but if you’re into fluff, you will like that. 💕💕

~Operation: Ayato-kun’s birthday~

Yui: ( Haa… it feels as if there’s no ending to these anymore… )

( I woke up earlier today, hoping to finish all these exercises, yet I really can’t bring myself to understand how to solve them at all…! )

( My mind is completely in a whole different place right now. Today is Ayato-kun’s birthday after all. )

( Unfortunately, all the assignments kept me so busy this week that I wasn’t even able to bake a cake for him… )

( However, it’s still not too late for that, right? )

( Once I’m done with this page, I will definitely try my best to prepare it as soon as po—)

Reiji: Komori Yui, are you slacking again?

Yui: …!

R-Reiji-san!

( Oh no, he picked up my notebook! )

Reiji: Good grief, there are mistakes everywhere! Do I need to remind you that you are not permitted to bring disgrace upon the Sakamaki family as long as you reside under this mansion's roof?

Yui: Uuh… I-I’m really sorry, Reiji-san. I promise I’ll—

Reiji: Silence. I recently received your report card as well, and I must admit that I’m not pleased with your performance in the slightest. I was expecting such indifference from my brothers, but it’s rather disheartening for a human girl not to care about her education.

Yui: Y-You got it wrong! It’s not like I don’t care about school, but… simply put, the teachers have been giving us much too many tasks lately, and I find them quite difficult to solve, which stresses me out a little, to be honest.

Reiji: Hmph, excuses. I find it incomprehensible how such simple exercises cause you mental difficulties.

Nevertheless, I shall teach you then. Even if it requires the whole day to achieve that.

Yui: You will? Woah, thank you so much, Re— W-Wait, no! We can’t do that today!

Reiji: Pardon? Are you rejecting my offer to tutor you?

Yui: No, no! Not at all! It’s just that today is Ayato-kun’s birthday, and well… I would obviously want to celebrate it with him.

Reiji: Denied.

Yui: Eh—?

Reiji: You truly are a fool. Vampires show no interest in the day of their birth. Now, take a sit.

Yui: …

( I know Reiji-san is not in the wrong, but… I really do want to celebrate Ayato-kun’s birthday. That day may not be special to him but it’s so special to me. )

( Am I being selfish, I wonder…? )

*Timeskip*

Reiji: It appears that you’re finally able to understand how to solve this exercise. The next ones are similar to it, therefore there shouldn’t be any obstacles.

Yui: Yes, I see…

( I appreciate Reiji-san’s help, yet too many hours have passed by and baking a cake from scratch is not possible anymore… )

Place: Living room

Yui: ( Hmm… apparently I still have enough pocket money to buy a cake. I know a self-made one would have been more meaningful, but I really couldn’t… )

Kanato: Yui-san, are you spacing out?

Yui: Eh—? Ah, Kanato-kun, I didn’t see you there. I’m fine, but I’m a bit in a hurry, so… see y— Kya!

( He grabbed my wrist! )

Kanato: You’re going to buy a cake for my brother, aren’t you?

Yui: Uhh… well yes, I mean, it’s his birthday after all.

Kanato: My birthday was yesterday and I didn’t see you get any cake for me, nor for Laito. Teddy thinks you forgot about us. Tell me, Yui-san, is that true?

Yui: T-that’s not it!

Kanato: So you’re going to buy a cake for me as well after all? I might forgive you if you do that.

Yui: ( What did I get myself into…! I’m sure Kanato-kun will throw a tantrum if I say “no”. )

But… I don’t think I got enough money for two cakes.

Kanato: Please don’t worry about that, Yui-san, I know my ways. Or what, are you doubting me now?

Yui: …!

— shakes head —

Kanato: Good, now let’s go.

Place: Demon World Cake shop

Yui: Woah, I’ve never seen such big cakes before!

Kanato: Please don’t shout. Your looks already make you resemble a servant, you don’t have to act like one as well.

Yui: ( Hey, that’s mean! )

Cake shop owner: Welcome, how can I help you?

Yui: We’re searching for a birthday cake, but uhm… one a bit smaller than the ones displayed here, if possible.

Cake shop owner: Any flavor you got in mind?

Yui: ( Speaking of flavor, I don’t think Ayato-kun has ever told me anything about his favorite. He would probably say Takoyaki but a Takoyaki cake… that doesn’t feel right. )

I think he likes straw—

Kanato: Raspberry!

Cake shop owner: Wonderful! We just finished a raspberry cake a few minutes ago!

— brings cake —

Yui: ( It truly looks delicious…! Besides, it’s red as well, which is Ayato-kun’s favorite color, so I believe he would truly like this one! )

Kanato: Alright, we’ll take it!

Place: Mansion

Yui: Phew, I’m glad the cake didn’t get crushed on the way.

Kanato: It’s time to eat!

Yui: Wha—! No, Kanato-kun, you can’t!

Kanato: Excuse me, but who do you think you are? This is my cake, therefore I’m allowed to eat it whenever I want!

Yui: W-Well, don’t you want to wait for Ayato-kun too? This way, you two will be able to eat it together like bro—!!

(He pushed me in the cake!?)

Kanato-kun, why did you do this!?

Kanato: You ruined the cake!

Yui: Me!? But Kanato-kun was the one who pushed me there!

Kanato: Teddy says you’re annoying, and I agree. Now how will you fix your mistakes?

Yui: ( I can barely see anything…! )

Kanato: Fufu, look at her Teddy! She’s full of cake from head to toe! Now, let’s give it a taste che—

Yui: You can’t!

— moves cake away from him —

Kanato: I can!

— moves cake back —

Yui: No!

— moves cake away —

Kanato: Hmph, just give up already, will you!?

— pushes her away —

Yui: Wait, no—!!!

???: Oi, what the—!

— cake falls on them —

Kanato: Noooo, the cake!!!! Ngh, this is no fun anymore!

Yui: Uuh… Why is the floor so soft…?

Ayato: ‘Cause it’s not the floor, you idiot.

Yui: Ah! A-Ayato-kun!

Uhh… Happy birthday…~?

Ayato: Geez, c’mere, you’re an even bigger mess.

— picks her up —

Place: Bathroom

Yui: ( This is so embarrassing…! )

Ayato: Haa… You’re finally not covered in cake anymore.

Yui: I… I’m sorry…

Ayato: Huh? What are you apologizing for? I’m not mad that you dropped that cake on me.

Yui: That’s not the only thing I’m sorry about…

If it weren’t for my carelessness, you would have gotten a nice birthday, but now… you don’t even have a cake anymore.

( Ah, I’m feeling as if I’m about to cry right now… )

Ayato: Hey, c’mon that’s not worth the tears. I’m a vampire, remember? I don’t care about my birthday, so there’s no need to worry about such stuff.

Yui: Maybe you don’t care about it but… I do. I know that I’m about to sound selfish, but your birthday is very special to me. It represents the day you were born and I… I simply can’t imagine not celebrating it.

Ayato-kun is important to me, therefore that automatically makes his birthday important to me too.

Ayato: You klutz…

— hugs her —

Yui: W-Wha—! Ayato-kun…!

Ayato: Seriously, are all humans really that sentimental? Or does this only apply to cute girls like you?

Yui: …!

(He… he called me cute! )

— blushes —

Ayato: The day’s still not over, y’know? There’s still time to celebrate it if you’re really that obsessed with it.

Yui: …! So, are you really okay with that?

Ayato: Yeah? If I weren’t, I would have told you, idiot. On top of that, it’s not like I got anything better to do anyway.

Now tell me, Chichinashi, what exactly do you have in store for today?

Yui: Hm… uhm… nothing comes to my mind at the moment, but for now… I can’t say I mind spending time like this with Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Heh~? You suddenly don’t mind being in my arms while naked?

Yui: P-Phrasing it like that…!

Ayato: Well, if that’s the case, then… you wouldn’t mind if I sucked your blood either, right?

Yui: Go ahead.

Ayato: Hah? No talking back? Are you really that easy to convince today? Or, could it be that you finally admit enjoying the pleasure these fangs give you?

Yui: It’s not only about your fangs, Ayato-kun. I really like you as a whole.

I wasn’t even able to find a gift for you, therefore giving you my blood is the least I can do.

Ayato: Heh, I see… I don’t need your blood as a gift though.

Yui: You don’t…?

Ayato: Nope, ‘cause I already got the best gift ever.

Yui: Is that so?

( Did someone already give him something for his birthday? If that’s the case, then who could it be? )

( Ah… I guess I’m just overthinking, but now I’m really curious. )

Ayato: You really wanna know, don’t you? It’s already written on your face.

Are you getting jealous~?

Yui: T-That’s…—!

Ayato: Pfft, you really did get jealous, huh?

Yui: ( Ugh… he’s making fun of me now! )

Ayato: Anyway, there’s no need to. After all, the best gift I’ve ever gotten…

It’s you, Yui.

— Smooch —

The end

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[thru-the-grapevine]

Lady in Red

Pairing: Woozi x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: negative self-talk, petnames (mostly "princess" lol), fingering, unprotected sex; please note reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina

A/N: this is purely self-serving I was having a DAY

It’s finally Friday, you continued to chant in your head. Microsoft Outlook swam in your vision as you did your best to respond to all the emails sent last minute by people who make twice as much as you do. Yet another email full of typos demanding something of you thirty minutes before you clock out. Absolutely not. 

Setting your Teams status to “Busy,” you opted to twirl around in your office chair instead. Much more entertaining than answering bossy emails. Would it bite you in the ass on Monday? Sure. Did you care? Not right now. 

Sighing deeply, you peered at your reflection in the mirror across the hall. Your hair was a mess, sticking up in random directions as you hadn’t had the energy to style it this morning. Working from home had some advantages, but the way you neglected to care for your appearance was not one of them. 

Feeling a little gross suddenly, you picked at a cat hair stuck to your sweatpants. When was the last time you wore something that made you feel pretty? Sure, there was nothing wrong with the hoodie and sweatpants you normally opted for. They kept you warm and cozy as you slaved away to capitalism. 

But every once in a while you missed dressing up. You missed styling your hair, adding little sparkly accessories to it just because. You missed wearing clothes that didn’t make you feel like a lazy slob. 

With a sigh, you glanced back at the computer screen as another email came in. 

“What’s the sigh for, love?” a familiar voice brought a small smile to your face. 

Jihoon stood in the doorway, dressed in a simple pair of sweats and a t-shirt that you knew he chose for the way it hugged his torso, showing off all the hard work he’d put in at the gym lately. 

“Nothing really,” you sighed, not wanting to bother him. He’d been holed up in his studio a lot lately, working tirelessly on Seventeen’s next album. To see him home so early was a rare treat, you didn’t want to ruin it.

Jihoon raised an eyebrow at you, clearly unconvinced. He began walking across the room towards you, and suddenly you became hyper-aware of your appearance once again. Anxiously, you began picking more cat hair off your sweatpants, refusing to look Jihoon in the eye. How could you when he looked like a god and you felt like a pig who’d just rolled in mud? 

Jihoon hummed thoughtfully when he reached you. He put his hand under your chin, lifting your head gently to look him in the eye. Ever-observant, you could tell he knew what was wrong. Shame washed over you, but Jihoon just smiled gently. “Sign out of work,” he stated. 

“Now? But it’s not my time yet,” you argued, worried that you’d be caught. 

“Don’t care. They can let you go a little early on a Friday. I want you all to myself tonight,” he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You melted into his touch, already nodding and moving to shut down your work computer. They wouldn’t miss you. Probably. 

“Good girl,” Jihoon cooed, still messing with your hair. “Now, I want you to go pamper yourself. Take a long bath, use the nice soap and one of those fancy bath bombs I got you for Christmas. Doll yourself up. I know you’ve been missing it. I want to see my little princess feeling as beautiful as she looks.” 

At the nickname, you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks and your stomach. Blinking nervously, you looked up at him. “But what should I wear?” 

He answered almost instantly. “That red dress I bought you. I’ve been wanting to see you in it for a while now.” 

Your eyes widened. The dress in question was one Jihoon had bought you a few months ago after seeing it at a fashion show he attended. He refused to tell you the price, insisting that no price was too steep for his princess. But still, you were terrified to wear the thing. What if you tripped and the hem tore? What if you spilled something on the front and it stained? No, it was better off safe and sound in the back of your closet. 

“But-” you tried to say. 

Jihoon frowned. “Are you trying to argue with me?” 

You gulped. “No, sir.” 

“Good. Now go. I’ll order our favorite for dinner,” he said, bending down to give your cheek a gentle kiss. 

“We’re not going out?” you asked, bewildered. Why did he want you to wear the dress then? 

Jihoon smiled and shook his head, his long, dark hair flopping almost cutely as he did so. “I told you; I want you to myself tonight.” 

And with that he ushered you into the bathroom, even helping you pick out a bath bomb. Then he shut the door behind him and left you to decide how best to pamper yourself. At first you just stood there, unsure of what to do. How do you even pamper yourself? When was the last time you had a self-care day? 

Slowly, your brain kicked into gear. You turned the faucets on to nice and hot. When the tub was filled, you plopped the bath bomb in and spent a couple minutes watching the colors spread. Jihoon made sure all of the bath bombs he got you were purple - your favorite color. This one was a deep plum and smelled floral. It was lovely. 

You stripped out of your clothes, grabbed your shaving kit, and eased yourself down into the hot water. This time your sigh was one of relief as the heat eased your stiff muscles. You hadn’t realized how tense you were. 

You let yourself soak for a while, just vegetating and allowing yourself to empty your thoughts. You should’ve brought a book and a glass of wine with you. Oh well, next time. And you made the promise to yourself that there will definitely be a next time. 

Eventually, you felt the water begin to grow lukewarm and you decided to shave your legs and bathe. It felt like you were washing away the stress of the week. Every mistake you made and every scolding you got from higher-ups just fading into the background.

After you were clean and your hair was washed, you wrapped yourself in the fluffiest towel you owned and made the (chilly) trek to your bedroom. There you stared, still clad in only towel, at the beautiful red dress you laid out on your bed. It truly was gorgeous. The deep red, Jihoon’s favorite color, was complimented by silver embellishments. The swirly designs graced the flowy skirt, and the sleeves also flowed gracefully. 

Taking a deep breath, you eased yourself carefully into the dress, pleased to find it fit perfectly. Of course Jihoon had it tailored to you. He knew every inch of your body by heart. 

Deciding that if you’re going to wear this dress, you might as well go all out. You pulled out your slightly dusty makeup bag and pulled out your favorite eyeshadow palette along with the rest of your makeup. You took your time dolling your face up, feeling the icky feeling from earlier fading from your mind. 

Finally satisfied with your look, you floofed you hair to give it some volume, allowing the curls to do their thing as they air dried. Lastly you picked out some jewelry, also gifted to you by Jihoon, and slipped on a pair of sparkly silver heels. 

Nervously you peeked out of your bedroom. Then you ambled down the hall to the living room where Jihoon was waiting, the TV playing some variety show quietly in the background as he scrolled on his phone. 

Hearing the click clack of your heels, he looked up and you swear you watched his pupils dilate. 

“Holy shit,” he said, standing up. He’d changed too, now sporting a black button down with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black slacks. “That dress is fucking perfect on you, princess,” he all but growled. He took your hand and gave you a twirl, admiring the way your cheeks flushed with his compliment. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled, shy. “It’s really a beautiful dress. I don’t think I could ever make it up to you for giving it to me.” 

“Don’t give me that,” he said, gently flicking your forehead. “It’s more than enough reward to just see you in this, my gorgeous girl.” 

Your brain was swirling with the compliments. Jihoon wasn’t often outspoken about how much he adored you, opting usually for acts of service and gifts and small gestures to make sure you felt loved. But sometimes, when you were feeling down, he allowed his walls to come down and finally tell you what he always felt. 

The two of you ate dinner, just some simple takeout from your favorite Korean restaurant nearby, and chatted. You were very careful not to spill any sauce on your dress. 

After dinner, Jihoon cleaned up the table, refusing to allow you to lift a finger. “Princesses don’t clean,” he chastised. 

You grumbled, “Princes don’t either…” 

Jihoon laughed at your obstinance and couldn’t help planting another kiss on your cheek. “Cute.” 

After he cleaned up, Jihoon began fiddling with his phone and some speakers he’d bought. You watched him in confusion until a waltz came on. Jihoon walked over to you, bowed, and held out his hand.

You shyly took it and allowed him to pull you up, wrapping an arm around your waist. Then, as if he’d practiced the waltz for years, he began to teach you the steps. 

The two of you danced slowly around the living room, careful to not bump into the table. Slowly you grew more confident in your dancing and allowed yourself to relax into the steps. Jihoon smiled at you and pulled you a bit closer. Your chest bumped against his, and you could’ve sworn you heard a sharp intake of breath from him. 

Before you could ask what’s wrong, Jihoon captured your lips in a heated kiss, not once breaking step. When you broke apart, you stared up at him, lips parted in surprise. Jihoon felt a tightening in his pants at the innocent look on your face. “As much as I love seeing you in this dress, I can’t fucking wait to take it off you,” he said. 

Your eyes widened, heat rushing to your core. Jihoon pulled you closer, allowing you to feel the growing tent in his pants. But still, the song wasn’t done, so he continued to twirl you around. You were growing impatient and tried nipping at his bottom lip to let him know. 

“Uh uh,” he said, “patience little princess. The song will be over soon. For now, let me get one last look at you in the dress I picked out for you.” 

And with a twirl, Jihoon’s eyes raked up and down your body, taking note of the way the bodice of the dress hugged your breasts. He loved the way the dress poofed out, teasing him by hiding your legs from him. 

When the song ended, it was like something snapped inside him. Jihoon pushed you backwards until you landed with a soft “oof” on the couch. He grabbed your wrists and held them above your head with one hand, the other hand holding the side of your face as he kissed you passionately. His knee found your clothed core, hiking up your skirts that fell around your thighs. 

“So fucking pretty for me,” he whispered in your ear. “Getting all dolled up just for me to ruin you. But you like that, don’t you little girl? You like it when your prince corrupts you.” 

Flushing, you nodded, unable to deny him. You did love dressing up for him. You did love when he absolutely ruined you. You loved every bit about him, the way he kissed you, the way he comforted you when you were upset, the way he quietly but firmly took care of you just as much as you cared for him. 

Jihoon’s hand trailed its way from your face to your neck to your chest. His lips followed suit and you gasped when he bit down on the top of your breast, tongue gently soothing the skin immediately after. 

He dropped your hands to start fumbling with the buttons in the back of your dress, hands slipping a little in his eagerness. He huffed. “This is taking too long.” Then he shocked you by ripping the back of the dress open. You felt several buttons pop off and yelped. 

“Jihoon!” 

“I’ll have it fixed later, now come here,” he responded before latching onto your breast. 

You yelped again, which turned into a breathy moan as he ran his tongue over your nipple. His other hand made its way down to your thigh to squeeze it. 

Jihoon’s focus shifted to your thighs and he knelt down to pepper kisses all up your thigh, leaving a hickey or two as well. You wiggled as his lithe fingers found your clothed core. 

“Mmm, my princess is so wet for me already,” he hummed. He bunched the dress’s skirts up higher, then took his time pulling the matching red panties down. 

Jihoon licked his lips at the sight of your soaking wet core, his dick straining painfully in his pants. You whimpered and reached out for him. Tilting his head, he stood up and leaned in close to you. 

Happily, you pulled him close and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. You felt yourself grow wetter at the feeling of his hard muscles beneath your hands. Jihoon watched your face as you concentrated on not fumbling on the buttons. Your breasts spilled out of the torn dress, and your thighs were practically begging him to come kiss them again. Your hair was already disheveled, and he found you the most beautiful person in the world. 

Finally, his shirt was off and flung to the floor. Greedily, you pulled him in for more kisses, and Jihoon was happy to oblige. While you were distracted, his hand made its way under your skirts. You let out a gasp as he inserted a finger and began pumping, his thumb circling your clit. 

Jihoon swallowed your breathy gasps greedily, hitting your g-spot expertly with every thrust of his finger. You whimpered when he inserted a second finger, and Jihoon groaned at the way your pussy practically swallowed his fingers. 

“You’re so tight, pretty girl,” he groaned, yet despite his words he inserted a third finger, making you cry out. 

His pumping didn’t slow down, even as your gasps grew higher in pitch. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening already, the stress from the week having left you wound up. 

Between Jihoon’s fingers and his thumb circling your clit, it wasn’t long before you were crying out his name in pleasure, your thighs trembling as you rode out your high. 

Jihoon waited until you were back down to earth before removing his fingers and licking your release off them. You watched through heavy-lidded eyes as you tried to catch your breath. 

Jihoon began unbuttoning his pants, pulling them and his boxers down in one go. His dick sprang free, red and dripping with precum. You groaned, mouth watering, but Jihoon pushed you back on the couch. 

“Not tonight, princess. Tonight I spoil you, just as you deserve,” he cooed. 

You blinked up at him, pouting. “But-” 

He put a finger to your lips, shushing you. “Don’t argue, little girl. Don’t worry, I’m being greedy too. I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.” 

At the dirty talk, you closed your mouth, no longer even remotely tempted to argue with him. 

“Good girl,” Jihoon said before entering you with a groan. 

You moaned helplessly at the way he filled you up. He waited a moment before his patience ran out, and he began to move. 

Jihoon fucked you like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. Maybe you were in his mind, you could never know. But the way he buried himself in you and the way he moaned your name gave you little doubt of his affection. He knew your body better than you did, hitting that spot that made you see stars every single time. 

“Jihoon- ah! I’m- I’m gonna-” you tried to speak but the pleasure was overtaking you. Your mind just chanted his name over and over, and all you saw was his body over yours, his cock entering you with every thrust. 

“Cum for me, princess. Let me hear your pretty moans,” Jihoon said, increasing his speed as he felt himself racing towards his finish. 

You came hard, throwing your head back in a silent scream as your entire body trembled in Jihoon’s grasp. Feeling your cunt convulse around him, Jihoon’s pace grew erratic until he too came with a loud moan, spilling into you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as he came down from his own high. 

After a moment of heavy breathing, Jihoon moved off of you, pulling out of you. He watched as his cum leaked out of you. Frowning, he pushed it back into you, making sure not a single drop was wasted. 

You flushed at the feeling, so full and satisfied. You gave Jihoon a dopey smile that he happily returned. “Always so good for me, pretty girl,” he crooned. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.” 

He scooped you up, your dress still halfway on your body, and carried you to the bathroom. He took the dress the rest of the way off you and turned on the faucets of the tub again, wetting a washcloth to clean you. 

“Next time, I’m buying you a purple dress.” 

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[ladylooch]

Happy Saturday bbys!

We have a few changes going forward I want to update you about:

First, we are moving to a posting schedule to help manage all the fun things we have cooking here! I want to give attention to a lot of thoughts and this way we can rotate through more themes/AUs/asks! Please see below. Let me know if you have questions. Happy to answer anything that seems confusing!

On a more serious note, I am going to be more selective about what themes or feedback gets posted. I have resisted doing this, wanting to allow as many voices as possible on my blog. However, the last few months, my inbox has started to shift more towards negatives either about what I’m creating, what other anons are saying or the characters having human struggles. When I got asks the other night about others needing to defend certain characters, it was a reality check on how things have strayed. I apologize for that! We shouldn’t feel the need to do that here. Constructive, thoughtful feedback is always welcome! But “XYZ is a bitch or an asshole” is dismissive/rude and I’m over it. My priority is to keep this blog safe and fun, for myself included, so anything that doesn’t pass my vibe check won’t be acknowledged.

For now, fic requests are going to stay closed. I won’t be opening them for some time as I enjoy talking about my AUs and have plans for them I am excited to see through. Additionally to that, when requests do open, I will not be writing player x reader anymore. I am an OC writer and although I have enjoyed my dabbling in reader work, I highly prefer OC writing and am going to honor that for myself. 

Thank you in advance for your support in these changes! I love you all! A majority of my interactions on here are so wonderful. I really do have the best followers! But as we grow (heeeyyy 700+ of you!) we need to adjust to keep the spirit of the blog. I know these changes are going to help this space continue to thrive. As always, thank you for being here! 

#writing admin

[raineandsky]

#101

It’s six in the evening. The villain knows this from the telltale sound of plastic scraping against the wooden floor. The sound is accompanied by the undeniably incredible smell of food.

They don’t bother turning their gaze from the window—they can see the hero in the reflection anyway. They nudge the tray into the room as far as they dare, lingering awkwardly on the threshold for a moment.

“Finding everything okay?” they ask after an unbearably thick silence.

“Found everything but my morality,” the villain retorts flatly. “Keeping me in here won’t make me a goody two-shoes like you, y’know.”

The villain had expected worse; concrete floors, metal bars. But here they are, in a plush bed, looking out to the beautiful scenery beyond, a goddamn lasagne sitting on a plate for them. 

“Was compassion not a good enough reason to have you in here the first three times?” the hero asks, their voice halfway between confused and joking. “I get the impression you like it though, seeing as you haven’t… left this room.”

The villain scoffs. “Escaped, you mean.”

“Left,” the hero corrects. “You’re not… locked in here, you know.”

The villain finally snaps their gaze from the window. The hero flinches slightly at the speed of it. “What?”

“You’re not locked in here.” The hero shifts on their feet restlessly. “Did you never even try the door?”

It’s too embarrassing to admit that it was too nice here to bother trying to leave. “I like to get my escapes right first time. I won’t try it until I need to.”

“Right.” The hero shuffles again. “Well, there’s a lot of villains who know you’re here and have been wondering where you are.”

“Villains like who?”

The hero smiles, like they’ve fallen into a trap. “Come outside and find out.”

The villain scowls at that. The hero raises their eyebrows expectantly. “Eat your food,” they say casually. “Then come say hi, okay?”

“No.”

The hero sighs, like this is a conversation they’ve had a thousand times. “The door’s always open,” they say gently. “Come see the others when you feel up to it.”

They linger in the doorway for a moment but the villain offers no response, so they simply sigh defeatedly and carefully shut the door. 

Tsch. Does the hero think they’re stupid? They’d open that door and heroes would descend on them.

The day they leave this room, it’ll be as part of their greatest escape yet.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #guess whos back on the jobs marketttttt #i know its only been a few months but honestly i have outgrown that role faster than my plants outgrow living (fast) #how did i start as a junior and end up as a junior/admin/ceo/photographer/director/events planner #i think if i take on any more stress ill combust. so im gettin outta town asap

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #4

You finally did it! You escaped!

For a moment as you run through the forest, waiting for it to clear into a street or village, it truly feels too good to be true. The footsteps behind you keep growing quieter as you create distance between yourself and your yan, you stabbed them so no surprise that they'd grow weaker while you feel like flying.

It feels too good to be true... because it is.

You barely manage to come to a halt at the cliff separating you from a free fall into the raging waters below. Ocean spreads out as far as you can see, but the deep blue keeps itself mysterious and denies you the view of what lies beneath. For all you know, the water could be spiked with stones, ice-cold and hungry.

That is when you hear them finally emerge from the thicket behind you, screaming, pleading for you to stop. Don't do it! Don't jump! You can see the blood soaking through their shirt and they can't seem to catch their breath, but still, they refuse to look away from you. Tears streaming from their eyes, the immeasureable painful idea of living a life without you reflecting in their gaze, mixing with all their love and adoration and the uncanny knowledge that they will follow you wherever you go. You don't know what awaits you in the water, but you finally escaped the torture of being held captive by the yan. Freedom is so close, yet so uncertain.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Whumpee being given an aphrodisiac at a party, Caretaker being a big ol' green flag and realizing something is wrong with their friend/partner, and rather than taking advantage of how hard Whumpee is coming onto them- bringing them home to sleep it off. Leaving Whumper at the party feeling stupid for thinking that they'd get ANYWHERE with that shit.

this is one of the superior tropes. ever.

but since I’m such a sucker for enemies to lovers trope (in case it’s not obvious enough from like 90% of my posts), I was thinking “but what if caretaker is whumpee’s enemy too?” — not the one who drugged whumpee, of course, but what if whumpee and caretaker are enemies, and caretaker notices something off with whumpee and knows immediately that they were drugged.

obviously, it’s not caretaker’s problem that the idiot got themself drugged. but I mean… if caretaker just walks away now, then anybody could do whatever they want to caretaker’s own nemesis.

and that’s caretaker’s nemesis. can caretaker really stand the idea of someone else touching and hurting what is theirs?

oh screw it! before caretaker knows what they’re doing, they already have whumpee — their own archenemy — tucked safely and nicely in their (caretaker’s) own bed.

@bebx wrote a fic with this prompt, with enemies to lovers x aphrodisiac and all that :) you can read it here!

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[slavhew]

only able to draw by tricking my brain into thinking thats not what we're about to do

#homestuck #hom3stuck #home2t4ck #dirk strider #admin draws #fanart #really quick from like. yesterday. i was cold and sleepy so i laid down with a sketcbook next to me #and scribbled a few of him out before i could be stopped #love drawing dirk with frizzy hair theres just smth so charming about it on him. prince curls but in a controlled chaos format yk #anywayst. yea . mostly writing rn while the citric acid cycle and doing an autoautopsy for fic material corrodes my brrrain #motivational dirk i left up in my margins included for charm factor