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[boigameista]

do you happen to have a step by step of the froggies by chance? i am very bad at following textual instructions and i cant find anyone who might have done a step by step haha

@burakhovskys i can try to make a step by step post! it may be sort of long but definitely watch out for one as i'd be happy to further explain!!!

[boigameista]

Ok so this is going to take a couple posts cuz last time i tried to post after i had all my info in and it deleted everything when i hit the reblog button 🥴

Without further a do

The Frog Tutorial

(Part 1)

1. First have all your cutouts ready!!!

you can choose at this stage to sew the eyes on or you can wait to position them how you want on the face, I’m doing it later, so that part of the tutorial will be addressed in another installment.

(Im using white thread so its easier to see how i sew)

2. Put one of the sides on top of the belly piece, lining up their nose tips in the center.

3. Stick your needle through the top of the side piece through the belly piece, pull the thread through, and loop back around to the top to sew how i do, keep repeating until you reach the arm!

4. For the arms/legs youll want to make sure in these crevices (circled in green) are sewn 2-3 times to make sure the fabric is secure and no holes open up, do this with every crevice!

5. After that sew all the way down to the almost the middle of the butt but leaving space in the middle just as the og pattern suggests.

6. Clip off the excess thread after this since we will have to start sewing in a different area in the next part.

[boigameista]

The Frog Tutorial (part 2)

7. Line up the side pieces together, using the tips of their faces to line up the back sides

8. Start sewing again in the middle of the back end of the pieces, not all the way at the bottom where they would meet the belly piece,, otherwise the frog will have a concave ass.

9. Once youve sewn up all the back to the front the face pieces should line up, here you will just need to get as close to the belly piece then sew through to the belly piece to start doing the rest of the frog

10. Once you get to the back of the front leg, tie it off so its not getting in the way, and then were going to flip the frog inside out.

11. To get the feets out just push them using a somewhat skinny but blunt object so they stick out like this

NOW WERE GONNA DO EYES!

12. To do the eyes, push the needle through the inside to the outside after rethreading it and making sure it has a really good knot,

13. After its through pull the thread all the way through till it hits the knot and then skewer the pompom thru the middle, pushing it all the way down till it rests on the head.

14. After its on the head, pierce the pompom again and back through the interior, here you can flip the frog inside out and sew a little through the interior of the fleece and tie a knot so its secure, or you can sew the pompom a couple more times to make it more attached to the head.

[boigameista]

Last friggin part to the Frog Tutorial

With eyes this guy should look a bit cuter lol

15. Anyway flip the frog back inside out, and sew up the rest until you have this little space left open.

16. With this little space, we will pull the frog head first out its own butt. So you may have a flat frog such as this one here.

17. Next push out the little feet nubbins and then stUFF THE FROG

18. Turn that bad boy around and the butt should look like this.

19. To fix the unfortunate butt shape, keep the fabric tucked inward towards the stuffing and keep sewing like normal until completion!

Tie the frog up and youre all done!!!

🎉🎊🎉 Congrats you’ve made a frog :) 🎉🎊🎉

[ataraxiaspainting-deactivated20]

Blue Crow.

Yan Nobunaga x F Reader x Yan Uvogin. (College AU.)

Synopsis: Uvogin hates taking buses, but he enjoys seeing you one seat ahead of him.

Warnings: Yandere themes, non-con, the reader is described as AFAB and she/her pronouns are used, unhealthy relationships, brief mentions of drug/alcohol usage, victim blaming, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), sexual blackmail, and implied stalking.

Word Count: 5k.

somewhat inspired by the game classmates! check it out here if you'd like. <3

also inspired by @uvobreakmylegs's digging deeper! it's amazing! <3

*~*~*~*

The 5A station was the closest one to your dorm. It had no seats or shelter of any kind in case of bad weather, only a large blue sign that said Yorknew University, Nursing Program in white bold letters – because it didn’t say anything else about the buses that stopped by and because this stop is surrounded by old rotting trees, the drivers sometimes fail to notice you.

It’s raining now, and everything here is so dark – your clothes, your umbrella, the night sky, and your bag.

Your phone says the bus will be here any minute now, but will it even see you?

If not, you’ll have to find a different way to make it to Nobunaga’s place.

He seemed friendly enough. If you were a few minutes late, surely he’d understand. You were not close enough to invite him over, go inside his home, or let him drive you anywhere, though that is just how you are with all males you casually know. It’s nothing personal.

There are two bright lights a small distance away, and at the sight you raise your hand and wave.

By some miracle, the bus stops and opens its automatic doors.

You take a few steps as you close your umbrella and make your way up the stairs, being careful not to slip. You slip a few quarters into the little slot beside the driver and sit down on a seat near the window.

Taking off your hood, you ruffle your wet bangs out of your face, using your reflection to attempt to get them back to looking presentable. It doesn’t really work, but what does it matter? You’re just there to give Nobunaga some notes his friends wanted to give to him and leave. 

*~*~*~*

“You’re [First], correct?” Chrollo asks, putting his right hand out towards you.

You take out your earbuds, fixing your posture as you nod. A blonde man sits next to you on the bench before Chrollo could, smiling and giggling like he is some gossiping schoolgirl.

“Dang, you’re cute!” Shalnark exclaims. 

“Shal, what the hell are you doing?” Uvogin had started to stomp over. His mere size was enough to keep your eyes on him and not the others. Even the one girl who was with them didn’t draw your attention, despite her hair being unnaturally bright pink.

“Saying hi!” Shalnark put an arm around you. On instinct, you squirm a little bit, not noticing how Uvogin rolled his eyes in response to how Shalnark smirked at him. Once you were out of his loose grip, Chrollo politely cleared his throat.

“I was wondering if you could do something for us, Miss [First]. For the gang, I mean.” 

The gang? From what you knew, Chrollo’s group was always causing some sort of rule-breaking but Chrollo himself stayed at the top of the class with superb grades and plenty of attention from girls. It is like no one knew they were connected. They seemed like bad news, but all of your interactions with them had been positive thus far. Did Nobunaga put in the good word for you?

“Um… sure?” As long as it was something that didn’t land you in prison or the hospital, you decide to go along with what Nobunaga’s leader asks of you. It is probably a bad idea to reject, and maybe you’ll get something good out of it in exchange.

“I’d like you to give Nobunaga some notes he missed. He’s been out. Sick, most likely.” You didn’t notice the small piles of books he was carrying until he made them closer to you, wanting you to take them. “Surely you have noticed? He talks to you a lot, I hear.”

“Yeah.” You decide to put them on your lap for the time being. The notes weren’t as heavy as they would have been if you were carrying them. “Is… he doing better?”

“Not sure,” Uvogin says, attempting to pry Shalnark off the bench. “He hasn’t been answering his phone, you see.”

“I don’t wanna!” Shalnark whines.

“Shut up, Shal. You’re gonna make us look bad in front of Nobu’s girlfriend.”

Girlfriend?

“I’m… not his girlfriend…”

They don’t seem to hear you. You’re not exactly the loudest person, after all. You have been teased for having a soft voice and having to speak up. These people wouldn’t ignore you, you think. Shalnark and Uvogin are play fighting, and Chrollo is talking to that magenta-haired woman. They wouldn’t ignore you, you’re just being too shy. They wouldn’t ignore you, they are Nobunaga’s friends. Nobunaga wouldn’t ignore you, why would they?

“I’m… not his girlfriend.”

Uvogin is the only one to give you a response after hearing it. He shoots you a confused look before continuing to tickle Shalnark. No one else seems to notice your words.

After a few more tries, you decide to give up for now. Looking at the notebooks in front of you, you decide to open the top one up. There are just standard mathematical problems as well as some doodles and words of encouragement in the vacant spaces of the looseleaf. 

‘Go get them, tiger!’

‘Don’t die on me now!’

‘Remember one plus one?’

‘♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡’

At first, you think that it is Nobunaga’s girlfriend, but you shake your head to erase it. No. The gang thinks you are his girlfriend. 

Perhaps Shalnark then? From the times you sat near him in your chemistry classes, his handwriting was a mess. It took some effort to realize that he was simply drawing and not paying attention to the professor in the slightest. However, his favorite things to draw were bats and computers. Would he really draw hearts and not those things so Nobunaga could know it was him? 

Maybe it was an inside joke. You’re not going to ask because you don’t want your question to come off as disrespectful, though you were slightly curious.

You’ll just do what you were told and go right back home.

*~*~*~*

Shalnark texted you the address of Nobunaga’s place a few hours ago, but if you were being honest it took a while to decipher what he was saying. In between every five or so memes or videos he sent you there was a number or letter, maybe three at most if you were lucky.

You sat there with your phone in your hands for what felt like forever, not having the guts to ask Shalnark to just tell you straight up – because he wouldn’t, you know that.

From what you managed to gather from your online map, it seemed that Nobunaga’s place and Uvogin’s place were near each other, no more than a fifteen-minute walk at most. If they lived so close to each other, why didn’t one of them just visit the other? That was the third red flag you didn’t say anything about… and came to regret only half an hour later.

The electric sign attached to the entrance of the bus flickered from time to time with varying degrees of brightness. One person complained openly to the driver that the screen was so dark they did not know that they had missed their dormitory’s building. He didn’t care, only shrugging his shoulders and telling the student that ‘that’s life’. They got off murmuring curses you could hear from the middle part of the bus. Once again, he didn’t care. Like Shalnark, the driver wouldn’t take anything you say seriously; so you just used your online map to count the stops ahead.

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Aster Road, Thirds Street.” The automated message from the bus speakers loudly said, glitching a little after the word ‘Road’.

“Hey.” 

You failed to notice who was behind you as you were too busy counting the stops ahead on your phone.

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Ritas Street, Wilds Complex.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Neo Road, Neon Green.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop: Romeos Road, Kiki Terrace.”

“Hey.”

“Next stop-”

You failed to hear the name of the stop because the hand that tapped your shoulder startled you and made you turn your neck around to the seat behind you.

You see a familiar face despite the fading light – or should you say, a familiar body.

“O-Oh… hi… Uvogin.”

Satisfied you had finally noticed him, Uvogin puts his hands behind his head as he smirks. 

“Fancy seeing you so late,” he begins, looking down at your black bag. “Going to Nobu’s place, ain’tcha?”

“Yeah… you?”

“Basketball.”

Was Uvogin on the team too? If you remember correctly it was only Phinks, Feitan, and Nobunaga who were on it. Perhaps he just wanted to watch? Oh well. It’s not any of your business.

After remembering your last conversation with him yesterday, you decide to ask him why everyone thinks you are Nobunaga’s girlfriend – you only talked to him when necessary, in the classes you shared with him, but to be fair he also escorted you around the building most days.

“Listen… about that time…”

“What?” Uvogin turns his head, cupping his ear with his hand. “Speak up.”

“About Nobunaga and me…” You look down – at the books, at your cold wet hands, at the heels of your feet bouncing up and down. Your gut tells you that you’re making a mistake if you talk to him about you and Nobunaga’s relationship, or lack thereof. Your brain goes against it, saying that clearing things up will lead to less trouble down the line. 

Your heart is beating too fast to accept or reject the possibility. 

“Nobunaga and me…”

“You’re still talking too low,” Uvogin interrupts, his stare near-lethal to you. When you flinch at his words, his annoyance seems to disappear. “Hey, you can tell me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Yeah. Yeah, you’re friends or at least acquaintances. Saying the truth won’t hurt him and won’t hurt you. Maybe Shalnark’s teasing will go away. Maybe Chrollo won’t give you a task again. Maybe Nobunaga won’t be confused when he comes back to school.

“Nobunaga and me… aren’t dating-”

Uvogin’s expression changing wasn’t as fast as before, but his glare intensified as he stood up.

“Next stop: Nightstar Avenue, Owl’s Place.”

Your ears felt numb after you heard the ‘beep’ sound of someone pressing the stop button. Your eyes felt numb as you tried to see the details of Uvogin’s scowl in the dark.

It was Uvogin. He made the bus stop. But why?

It then hits you; this is the closest stop to Nobunaga’s place.

“Stop requested.” The speaker stated. The bus started to pull over next to a tall blue sign.

“Woah, the bus got here so quickly,” Uvogin says, going to the exit doors. When he didn’t hear you stand up too, he turned in your direction. “Don’t tell me you don’t know the directions to your boyfriend’s house?”

“Please exit through the rear door.” Another automated message. Uvogin presses on the door and it lets him out. After a few more seconds you follow him – your gut tells you that you must.

He helps you down with his much larger hands despite you not really needing it – there are handrails on the doors for that.

“What were you saying?” Uvogin asks. “Something about Nobunaga?”

There is a lit street lamp above the sign. It doesn’t flash like the ones near your dormitory and is much brighter. Despite the weather still being stormy, you can see houses a small distance away – not just the street. 

You can see that Uvogin is smiling again.

“Nothing… It’s nothing.”

“Oh?” He sneers, his smirk getting even bigger. “You didn’t want relationship advice?”

“No…” You reply, your hands going to your backpack’s zipper to make sure the notes don’t get too wet.

“Nobunaga likes mochi. Maybe you can get some for him next time. Daifuku especially. He’d be so happy, maybe he’ll stop skipping class with me.” 

A sigh comes out of both of you at the same time for much different reasons. 

“But I don’t want that to happen… hmm.”

*~*~*~*

The outside of Nobunaga’s house wasn’t the house that stood out the most in this neighborhood. It had rather small walls that had peeling white paint in places closer to the ground, and cigarettes and used needles were thrown all over his dead lawn. The only thing you somewhat liked was the rusty gold sign beside the front door that read 251 – and only for the styling of the numbers.

“Here’s the place,” Uvogin says, patting your back as a way to gently push you forward. “Go on, doorbell's right there.”

You were forced up the steps with a force you knew was gentle for Uvogin but not for you. A trembling finger approaches the button slowly – as if using it would make you lose it via a guillotine’s blade.

Doing so didn’t because this is reality, but the pain in your heart feels similar to such a fate anyway. After a few more seconds and the door still being closed, Uvogin knocks loudly.

“[First]’s here!” His yell almost made you cry.

Your name may as well have been the password because Nobunaga opens the door right away. He pants a little like he was running to greet you two.

“Oh fuck, you made it! I thought the storm woulda scared you away.”

Nobunaga didn’t look very sick; he wasn’t wearing a shirt, had his hair down, and only his boxers covered his lower half. He didn’t look very sick; he actually looked quite well. Those signs scared you more than Uvogin’s subtle threat – if his glaring was intended to be such, that is. You don’t step past the doorway, leaving Uvogin to stand in the rain as you take off your backpack. But when you try to undo the zipper, you feel both of their hands touching you up and down as their grins widen.

“Stop that,” You murmur, attempting to step back. Your spine was greeted by Uvogin’s front half. You feel something pressing into you. Once you figured out what it was, you started to go under one of Uvogin’s arms. His leg caged you in then.

“She’s cute, Nobu.”

Nobunaga doesn’t answer in words – he only chuckles and continues to have his hands resting on your hips.

“Listen. Your notes are here, Hazama.” You say, making an effort to still be nice, to still be understanding. You don’t want to scream because what if you’re misreading something? You don’t want anyone to… be framed for something they didn’t do, right?

“It’s Nobunaga.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Nobunaga,” You’re pushed and pulled more. Before you can blink, you’re thrown on the couch’s back. Uvogin is the one who lets go of you and the one who locks the front door, Nobunaga is too busy feeling the back of your thighs. “I’m your boyfriend – it’s normal to call each other by our first names, right?”

Boyfriend?

Was… Was he…

Was he the one who told his gang you’re dating?

“I missed you, baby.” He murmurs, leaning down and pecking your neck. 

He doesn’t seem to note how you’re trembling now.

“Stop.” 

Uvogin simply gets closer. He doesn’t touch you, but he crosses his arms smirking as he leans against the sofa’s frame.

“Stop,” You repeat, trying to push Nobunaga harder off of you.

It’s not an order either of them recognize, so Uvogin continues to stare and Nobunaga continues to kiss your body.

“Stop!” Your tone makes Uvogin slightly shift. He frowns and his arms uncross. 

He takes a few steps towards you. 

“Nobunaga.” Uvogin’s voice is cold now, like how it was when you were about to get off the bus. You freeze. Nobunaga doesn’t stop – he doesn’t even look at Uvogin. “Nobunaga.”

“Stop, Haz-”

“Watch it.” Uvogin glares at you. “It’s ‘Nobunaga’ for you.”

He’s not… He’s not going to help you?

“Yeah.” Nobunaga agrees, pulling you further into his embrace.

“Let go of me!” You snap and push harder than you did before – and manage to finally ply him off of you.

Nobunaga stares down at you. He is now still. He doesn’t blink. His smile has slightly faded, but it is still there. There are subtle movements in his hands. His fingers are curled up. They want to grab something again.

They want to grab you.

“Don’t joke around like that, princess,” Nobunaga finally says, taking a few steps too close to you. “Not many guys are willing to forgive their girl for pushing them away like that. You almost screamed my ears off.”

“I’m not joking!”

“You are.” Uvogin interrupts, stomping his feet. “You are and I am starting to get annoyed. What about you, Nobu?”

“I’m just here to give notes Lucilfer told me to give to Hazama! I’m not here for anything else.”

Nobunaga’s gaze lingers on your backpack for a few silent moments after you say that. “Really… nothing else?” 

“No, she’s here to cheer you up, Nobu,” Uvogin says, attempting to give a warm smile to his best friend. “She’s… just shy.”

The glare he gives you when Nobunaga’s eyes aren’t on him makes you feel like you are about to see God.

“...Right, [First]?”

You don’t respond right away, but Nobunaga does. He giddily smiles like a child on Christmas morning.

“Oh, you!”

He hugs you – his skin feels akin to slime and his hair clings onto your neck in little bunches. You feel unbrushed knots and his heart beating fast with adrenaline. When your own heart mimics the motion, Nobunaga thinks you are simply being shy – Uvogin had once again fed his delusions.

“She brought you the notes you missed. Even wrote a few cute lines in the blank spots.” Uvogin smirks as you look at him in horror. “She wanted me to come with her. Was anxious about missing your bus stop, sweet thing.”

He walks over to your backpack and grips onto the zipper. You attempt to stop him, walking a bit forward and trying to raise your hand, but Nobunaga’s grip is too strong. Within only a few seconds, the stack of notebooks Chrollo had given you is in Uvogin’s hands. He opens a page and starts reading aloud the cute notes someone else had written.

“Go get them, tiger.” 

He turns to another page. 

“Don’t die on me now.”

Then another.

“Remember one plus one?”

Then another.

“A whole bunch of hearts here…”

He then turns to a section you hadn’t looked at before – the back page.

“With lots of love, your one and only girlfriend [First].”

Oh shit. Oh shit.

Did his gang set you up?

…They did. They did.

This is bad. So very bad.

“I never-”

“Stop being so shy with your boyfriend, [First].”

“Why are you being so difficult?” Nobunaga asks, slightly frowning as you protest.

You have to get out of here – fast. If you distract them enough, maybe you’ll be able to make it outside. But they’re faster than you, just better overall when it comes to physicality-

Uvogin’s hand rests on your shoulder, silencing any thoughts or ideas he does not approve of.

“I know what she wants.”

“Huh?” You and Nobunaga ask simultaneously with two distinctly different tones.

It then dawns on both of you what he means – because his shirt is tossed on the couch before you can even take a step toward the front door.

“I know what she wants.” Uvogin repeats.

He wants nothing more than to put you on your knees as he unzips his pants and as Nobunaga keeps you down. He wants nothing more than for Nobunaga afterward to have a turn – or he could go first if he wishes. One of his fingers and one of Nobunaga’s own will be forced into you after your own clothes are discarded. Two tongues will slather all over your pussy like thirsty dogs – and after a few pictures are taken you’ll stay the night with Nobunaga while he makes his way to tell Chrollo that his idea was a success.

“I really couldn’t have done it without you, boss.”

-You try to scream and Nobunaga’s hand muffles your mouth’s cries.

“Don’t go being such a brat,” Uvogin continues, “When all you really want are two bodies to love on you.”

Your arms are grabbed and you are dragged up the stairs.

In a last attempt to get out of here, your legs spread out on the stairs and kick around at Nobunaga – but the fight is short-lived because they thump so roughly with each wooden step and it hurts; Nobunaga makes a note to finally get rid of any rotten oak once you leave.

The bedroom isn’t as spacious as Uvogin had hoped. Clothes were scattered all over the place already; most Nobunaga’s but others were clearly from past flings or some of yours that he had managed to steal. Your dorm was nicer despite it being the same size as the bedroom and your bed being even smaller. But at least yours had a frame and covers.

Maybe later Uvogin will stop by to see you crying yourself to sleep and to take some trophies.

Your white panties were a favorite of his, but Uvogin wouldn’t mind a little bit of change in his collection. A few bras perhaps or a few black thongs. He hopes for whole lingerie sets, but he knows it will only happen if he is lucky that particular evening.

Uvogin sits on the bed first. He thinks about pulling on your hair to make you sit on the dirty floor, but he dismisses the idea. That would be hurting you more than he has to and Nobunaga would be upset at him inevitably having long strands on his palm.

“Hey Nobu,” He says, unzipping his pants and boxers as he quickly tugs them both down to his ankles. “Make sure she’s comfy as we do this, okay?”

It took a while for you to stop crying after that. It took a while for you to do a lot of things Uvogin and Nobunaga wanted you to do. It took a while for you to take just the tip of Uvogin’s penis. Nobunaga had told Uvogin to take it slow when you had finally clamped your lips around him.

“It’s her first time, Uvo – be gentle, okay?”

Uvogin almost laughed at the irony he managed to leave unsaid.

He didn’t want Nobunaga to get upset with all the information he had attained while stalking you for months. You were supposed to just be his little secret he pinned down once in a while, but then Nobunaga just so happened to share a few classes with you.

He fell for you too. Uvogin had never felt any negative emotion for Nobunaga ever over their years-long friendship, but the slight tinge of envy he possessed the moment he found out could almost count.

Oh well, he thinks. I still have pictures of you that he does not. Pictures I would rather not have him see and you probably don’t either.

Just for future reference in case you acted up too much, though Uvogin could always take the more physical route.

Though once again he remembers that Nobunaga is in the picture now. Though their bond is as strong as forged steel, he knows that his friend has always been a bit too controlling when it comes to what he has and loves.

Whether that be simple instant ramen or expensive bottles of brandy, Nobunaga has always had a habit of stowing his possessions away where no one can even look at them.

Uvogin understands although Nobunaga had said nothing about you being something to own. Uvogin understands because he sees how he looks at you.

It’s not disgust he feels. It’s something much less potent, but he cannot put his finger on the exact word. Machi had described it perfectly once when they were all in their mid-teenage years.

He doesn’t bother to remember right now.

You are more important.

You look prettier than he had ever seen you – precum is leaking a little from your lips as little noises come out of them too.

Please. Please.

Please.

You’re not in tears right now.

Uvogin is glad. You in makeup is nice to look at, but he knows that since it is absolutely pouring outside you didn’t want to put some on. Either for that reason or because you knew that Nobunaga was just a friend, despite what Nobunaga in return has told the Troupe. It’s cute, really.

Maybe later he can pull this when he inevitably breaks into your dorm or even in a study room in the university’s library. You’ll have makeup on when you feel like it or when he forces you to. He can ask Pakunoda about how to apply mascara and stuff. She’ll teach him. As a bonus, she won’t tease him like Shalnark does daily.

Thinking more about the idea, Uvogin makes the mistake of letting go of your face.

You cough louder than he had expected. Your spit is now all over the wooden floor Nobunaga has to clean up later. The floors are water resistant. But not waterproof. Uvogin has to remember that there is in fact a difference. Hopefully, it won’t stain and rot like the stairs did, but if it does Uvogin wouldn’t mind paying for the damages.

He wouldn’t mind paying you to keep silent about this too – or he’ll make the cops silent if it came down to it.

“Oh,” Nobunaga rubs your arched back as you squirm and saliva runs down from your clearly sore jaw. He sounds disappointed, but trying not to let it show. It’s not successful. Every person Nobunaga has ever crossed can read him like a book, not that Nobunaga knows about it. Or maybe he does and just doesn’t want to admit it. “You spat it all up. Didn’t wanna swallow it?”

You don’t respond. Uvogin is getting used to that by now. Not Nobunaga though.

“Shh… it’s okay.” Nobunaga senses your distress but thinks it is just shyness. Uvogin is getting used to that too. “It’s okay… you did such a great job.”

“Home,” You choke out. “Please… let me go home now…”

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” Nobunaga asks, turning his head a little. “We’re not done here.”

“Please… Please, I-”

“Shh.” Uvogin interrupts. Now it is his turn to play the good guy here. “Nobu still hasn’t had his turn, remember? Thankfully he won’t use your mouth.”

A blend of hope and fright is in your gaze. Uvogin didn’t have to get used to that one. He has seen it too many times with all sorts of people. Chrollo loves that look. Feitan loves it too. Maybe their partners’ eyes are like that as well. A ginger-haired girl avoids Chrollo like the plague and Uvogin hasn’t seen that look particularly on her. Apparently, she does in fact beg him for things. With how prideful she acts, Uvogin would pay money to see that.

“He’ll use his,” Uvogin says. He stands up, zipping his pants back to how they used to be. There are a few white stains here and there, but nothing the laundromat wouldn’t fix. “Then you can go home. Okay, princess?”

You’ll get used to this, Uvogin thought to himself. Everyone gets used to things. Even death.

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(NO SPOILERS)

Just watched TADC episode 9. Don’t think I’ve ever cried that hard during a movie before. Well done, Gooseworx… Well done…

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happy pride month ive been busy with college

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please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone

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Made it poly friendly

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oh hell yeah even better

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Made one for aromantic trans people 👍

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Reblogging for poly people, mono people, and people who need their keys

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if someone needs their keys I'm reblogging!

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Bad Decisions

was meant to be a drabble inspired by the opening of It Follows and it turned into something a lot longer than I expected sorry if it’s trash

Warnings: kidnapping, noncon, dubcon, death

The waves of the ocean lazily lapped at the sandy shore, the water hitting you every time the tide came in. The stereotypical image of a beach that had crossed your mind when you’d thought of this destination, one of a deep blue sea on golden sands, was nowhere to be found. Instead, the waves were black, reflecting the dark, empty sky above. The only light source in your vicinity was that of the car parked behind you, keys left in the ignition so you could keep the headlights on. You sat in the middle of that spotlight, hugging your knees to your chest as the water continued to hit you, soaking your feet and the seat of your shorts, leaving the fabric feeling cold and heavy on your body.

It was as though the waves were trying to pull you in, to take you into the abyss that sat before you, where you could disappear into its depths and never be found again.

The waves came rushing up, hitting you once more and then pulling away, tempting you with the same offer as they had been since you arrived.

“You’re wrong,” you whispered, “he’d still find me.”

Keep reading

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Me when I realize I gotta chose between my Yumeship and my favourite ship in Tomodachi Life

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It would be pretty dark if uvo had locked his s/o in a basement while he was in York new then he just dies

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I got a piece for mermay being typed up, but I got a question

Would you rather have 1 super long fanfic, or multiple smaller parts

super long fanfic

Multiple small parts released throughout a week or smth.

Voting ended onMay 16

[saltwaterobscenitiy]

Bacchanalia [NSFW]

The Freak Circus x Reader / Everyone x Jester

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Summary: Jester takes care of everyone else, so it's only fair, that when in his time of need, the whole circus bands together to take care of Jester...

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My lovely beta: @lexirambles

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PROLOGUE

"Which one of you fucked up and got Jester all pissed off,"  Harlequin chided, his narrowed gaze shooting accusatory glares at the other gathered around the dinner table - MC and Pierrot especially - as the thought of Bil doing anything to upset Jester was strange and unusual, but then again - Jester being so irate for a prolonged period of time was strange and unusual. 

“Impressive, really,” Harlequin added, tapping his fork once against the viscera smeared across his plate. "Though, I'd rather not be under the circus’ equivalent of house-arrest when I've done nothing to deserve it."

“You've always done something,” Ticket Taker scoffed, derisively. He was of the opinion that the clown got away with far more than he should. “But I'll concede the point this time … the reaction seems disproportionate.”

It had been more than three days since they've been bound strictly to the circus. Jester's words were clear in his demands that none of them were permitted off of circus grounds. He'd been uncharacteristically short-tempered and irritable - harsher and venomous in his tone than any of them could recall - outside of a legitimate emergency. Even when trouble was brought to the circus's doorstep, it was unheard of for the boss to snap at them.

"Is he sick?" You suggested. 

"He has made the choice of isolating himself as of late," Bil pondered, folding his arms and resting a palm on the underside of his chin, his eye closed in thought.

“If he were sick, you’d know,” Harlequin voiced. “Jester doesn’t bother hiding things like that.”

Bil seemed to lack an immediate answer for this, and as usual opted for silence rather than to fill the air with benign speculation. Harlequin, however, had no such obligation.

"Perhaps this is a game," the clown spoke aloud, to whoever was foolish enough to listen. “Our poor, sick Jester…” he cooed, like the words amused him, "Maybe he’s waiting. Seeing who’s diligent enough to act without being asked. What do you think, Doctor?" Harlequin finished.

The clown's ramblings had completely eclipsed the newfound presence of the Doctor, it was only when it was verbally stated did multiple heads turn. 

The Doctor - eternally allusive - rarely expressed any inclination to fraternize with the rest of the circus and its affairs … While he was fond of each member of his family respectfully,  of course, he simply preferred to attend to the matters that needed his attention most;  most often within his own tent. Nonetheless, he seemed to have caught on to the cloud of worry amongst the table; perhaps it should not have come as a surprise that he felt compelled to involve himself, on the subject of Jester and his odd behaviour.

"I believe the answer is not as cryptic as you're making it. It is May,” he said blankly - as if the deeper meaning behind the statement was as obvious as the sun setting in the west.

Harlequin responded, making no effort to conceal the sharp edge of sarcasm. “Revolutionary.”

“No,” Doctor continued, either unbothered or oblivious to the jab. “Seasonal, actually.” 

 That earned him a pause. As the entire table gawked, failing to follow the Doctor's vague line of thought.

"I'm afraid I'm not following." Ticket Taker was the first to break the wave of confusion, stating plainly what every other perplexed face at the table was thinking.

The Doctor folded his gloves neatly upon the dining table, before taking his place before his meal across from Harlequin. “Late spring brings increased humidity, longer daylight hours, and - more relevant to our situation - the breeding period for Jester's... particular genus.”

"Breeding period?..." The words slipped from your mouth - not meant to question anyone in particular but your own curious mind.

"Yes." The Doctor confirmed.

Harlequin gave a soft scoff, if it was from disbelief or amusement couldn't be deciphered. "So let me understand this correctly," the clown's attire jingled softly as he bowed over, holding his stomach in an attempt to choke down the laughter bubbling to the surface.

 “…You’re saying,” he started slowly, cohesive syllables bubbling towards the surface “that this-” he gestured vaguely outward, as if Jester’s attitude had soaked into the very molecules of the air, “-isn’t about us, but Jester's need to get laid.”

Doctor tilted his head. “Not primarily, but yes.”

“Oh, that is rich.” Harlequin scoffed.

Ticket Taker’s being stilled against the table only sporadically shifted with a subtle twitch of irritation by the clown's blatant defamatory of Jester. However, Harlequin's statement miraculously wasn't enough to bring about its immediate correction. Instead, Bil opted to focus on what was most important; Understanding of Jester's ailment and its solution. “Clarify."

Doctor obliged without hesitation. “His symptoms include Increased aggression, territorial  behavior, heightened possessiveness, accompanied by a drive to gather and maintain proximity to preferred partners.”

“…Harem,” Harlequin translated, with an almost impish glee.

“Harem... I suppose. Functionally, the term 'preferred partners' could be substituted for it.” Doctor tilted his head, thinking over the word with an experimental drawl.

Silence followed that. Not the empty silence, where questions bled unchecked, yet none were answered - the one that usually accompanied confusion. Instead, this time, something heavier settled across the room caused by everyone, in their own way, fitting themselves into that definition of 'Preferred Partner'.

You felt it settle like weight across your shoulders. The words didn't sound as clinical, even when it was the Doctor who spoke them. 

“So... what?” You said, attempting levity and missing by a margin that almost felt like you were a rat caught in a kitchen.

 You wish you hadn't said anything - just kept your mouth shut until a verdict was formed. Now all eyes were on you, and the option to keep quiet was a road now barred, with no other choice you strung together the most cohesive sentence you could muster, “So... we just… wait it out? Keep getting snapped at until he chills?”

“He will not ‘chill,’ ” Doctor replied. “Not for a while, unless there is resolution.”

Pierrot’s chair creaked softly as he shifted, visibly disturbed at the implications of Doctor's words, Ticket Taker closed his eyes, a slow, methodical sigh dragging out, and Harlequin’s grin returned, slower now, like he were watching a car crash in slow motion, and was enjoying every second of it.

“Well that sounds solvable,” Harlequin spilled, his tone matching the doctors in that unbothered, far too casual kind of way. 

“Seems far more efficient than offering up a single sacrifice.” For a long moment, the others simply stared at him in silent surprise.

Harlequin reveled in the newfound attention, the corners of his mouth curling into a wide cheshire grin, "Aren't we scheduled for a show tonight, Bil? Seems pretty inefficient to leave… complications unresolved.” Slitted green irises slid to the head of the table, caught there by the Ticket Taker’s unyielding stare. 

You let out a short breath. “You’re joking.”

“Relax doll,” Harlequin said, turning his head just enough for his gaze to catch theirs, bright and intent. “Just being helpful~♡”

“That’s not-” You stopped knowing better than to start an argument you'd never win. This still didn't stop you from scrubbing a hand over your face in exasperation, a low rumbling growl resonated from the seat directly beside you. “This isn't some group project, Harlequin.”

“Why not?” he countered. “We are, apparently, already part of the collection.”

Ticket Taker cleared his throat softly, thoroughly tired of the banter. 

“Logistically… it would resolve the issue faster. But, that is not the only consideration,” Bil cut in, sharper than before. His gaze flicked toward you, then Pierrot. “This is not an obligation.”

 Ticket Taker continued,  "The dilemma is quite urgent… provided we're all willing, it might be possible to address Jester's condition, and prepare circus affairs before tonight's opening,”

 

“Given the extent to which he made sacrifices for each of our benefits, our course in this seems obvious,” Ticket Taker concluded. “Would any of you disagree?”

The room was plunged into an awkward silence, the question left lingering, naked and unaccompanied.

“Pierrot,” Ticket Taker made a point to now single out the clown. “If you have any objections, now would be the time to voice them.” His voice stern as to elicit a response and yet gentle enough as to not pressure him into a hasty decision.

Pierrot startled faintly when the group's attention reached him.

“...I’ll participate,” he said, voice quiet but steady enough to hold. Then, after a flicker of hesitation, his eyes shifted- landing on you. “If they do too.”

You felt the heat boil in your veins, swelling in your cheeks, not only because of Pierrot's bold statement. No,  it was the unwavering spotlight of attention that was now shifted directly upon you, leaving not an unobserved flicker of emotion nor trace of hesitation unrevealed. You felt your throat tighten, constricting until neither breath nor voice could flee. 

You could only watch as Harlequin’s hungry, almost predatory gaze lit up in delight, as if watching you swallow around your leadened tongue was the most entertainment he's gotten all evening, and he had all night to enjoy it. Beside him at the head of the table, Ticket Taker’s look was steady, expectant, a constant quiet authority within the room. He held the same patience he exercised with Pierrot for you, yet that still didn't stop the pressure that bore down on you like physical weights. 

You averted your gaze from the more stifling end of the table, and met your own reflection in the Doctor's eyewear. His posture was clinical, detached, almost serene in his observation. His gaze didn’t observe you quite like the others did, he didn't expect anything from you except results; an unanswered hypothesis about the human mind when put under stress- you could merely assume.

Pierrot's in contrast were gentle, open, too earnest for the weight of the room, watched you like you were a life raft, and he was stranded in turbulent waves. There was hope there, tangled with anxiety, a quiet plea not to force him into a choice to displease you, nor his closest familiars. 

But do you even want this?

Is this more about helping Pierrot… or being wanted by Jester?

All of your interactions with him were short, cut and dry at best, one-sided-ly awkward at worst. Who's to say he would  even want to-?

Your eyes slipped closed and you inhaled on four, held for four, and exhaled for four. You breathed in, you breathed out.

"S-sure." The word came out smaller than intended. You forced a breath out through your nose, willing your voice to be steadier this time.

"As long as everyone's willing." You felt for Pierrot's hands beneath the table, only to be caught first. His grip was firm,  glove too soft and lace comfortably solid. There was something unspoken there, between the interaction. The shared embrace, something unwavering , a promise that all will be well.

...

After dinner had concluded, the room emptied rather quickly.

Doctor and Bil set out together. Their exit was swift and without elaboration. If you were to take a guess, you'd assume they were both on their way to Jester's tent to inform him of the verdict, and to gather his acceptance.

Harlequin lingered just long enough to watch them go, tracking them with a cheshire grin until the moment they disappeared beyond the thick canvas tent. Soon after, with a provocative wink in your direction I disappeared into the night soon after.

 

 You lingered longer. Pierrot, the ever present shadow at your side, hadn't budged either, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. 

"Hey we should probably go wash up... Together,  if you want, I think we still have that strawberry bath bomb you like."

If there was anything you loved most about Pierrot, it'd probably be how transparent he was, never holding anything back unless he had too. At the mere mention of being within air sharing distance of you, wet, naked, and sharing a scent he liked - he lit up, the revelation that unfolded only minutes ago and the future to come now irrelevant. 

"I would want nothing more, my dearest~♡"  He beamed, eyes dreary in bliss and a wide smile framing his face.  It reminded you of the beginning of all this, when you had let him into the cafe during closing and patched him up like he was some stray. Now, the big baby turned out to be the love of your life. 

Perhaps tonight's events will pan out in the same positive direction, and even if it didn't, you had Pierrot's promise that no matter what, everything will turn out fine. The vow was enough to soothe your worries, and give you the strength to continue forward, and guide Pierrot to your tent, hand in hand

...

 With your concerns and fears assuaged, you'd allowed Pierrot to lead you toward the spare bedroom Bil had set up for the affair. Candles flickered in each corner and along the windowsill, casting the room in a warm glow. Already undressed, Harlequin appeared almost golden in the low light, strewn across the floor, his form devastatingly seductive amongst the sea of pillows, quilts, and mattresses gathered from storage. The furnishings had been removed, say for a low table appearing almost like an altar at the center of the room. Ticket Taker, poised and professional despite his staggering lack of clothes, he waited beside it with a diligence that seemed out of place for the occasion.

"Should we undress too?" You questioned the Ticket Taker nervously, trying to look anywhere other than directly at anyone or anything.

"That would be wise." Bil concluded.

You felt the familiar feeling of blood rushing to the swells of your cheeks. Instinctively you glanced behind you for guidance from your other half, only to be met with the pale expanse of Pierrot's chest, who seemed to waste no time on modesty.

 

His garments pooled amongst the ground beside him, fabric slipped from his shoulders, then his waist, then fell in soft succession to the floor at his feet, one after the other until only his hat remained. If the scene weren't so scandalizing, it would have been comedic. it might have played like some absurd stage act, a magician shedding layers instead of pulling rabbits from hats.

You, meanwhile, felt rooted in place, caught somewhere between mortification and a strange, flickering curiosity. 

Of course Pierriot noticed, he always did.

A soft, almost shy sound left him, warm and breathy, like you still being too shy to look at his naked body after seeing it dozens of times, was some personal insult.

"Please, don't be shy. Look all you'd like, my dearest. Please... Ravish me with your gaze as I would you." 

“Or we could all get on with... this,  and spare ourselves the poetry.” Harlequin cut in, voice dry with disinterest, yawning as to emphasize this notion. 

"Matter of fact... Where is our Jes?" 

Ticket Taker cleared his throat, but otherwise unshaken by the sudden use of nicknames. "Jester is with the doctor currently, they both should be with us momentarily."

You nodded, distracting yourself with the slow removal of your own garments, careful to ignore the increasingly noisy engine-like growls emanating from the clown doing his damndest to shield you from Harlequin's gaze. 

You focused on the fabric. The way it slid against your skin. The quiet sounds it made as it joined the growing pile on the floor.

Harlequin said something, drawn out and teasing. Yet it was tuned out, almost muffled at the edges of your mind. So were Pierrot’s low, protective rumbles, that sounded more like a low purr than a warning. You sighed, losing yourself in the simplicity of shedding your layers, even going so far as to close your eyes and imagine you were in the calming, desolation of your own bedroom.

You let it all dissolve, and somewhere beyond that, just at the edge of your awareness, the entrance of the tent shifted. A faint disturbance, ignored in place of your own musings.

As the last of your clothing was kicked off, close to the side of the room your awareness returned.

“What would you require of me, before we commence?” Jester questioned the Ticket Taker gently. Despite the softness, the voice broke you from your trance, making your spine straighten instinctively. Your hands stilled where they hovered at your hips, just beneath the corners of your underwear.

You hadn't even noticed them arrive.

“To lie on the altar and be comfortable. Following the preparations, you're free to use us as you will.”

“I am dreadfully proud of you. I want you to know that,” the Jester commented him softly, cupping his jaw and grazing a thumb fondly along the Ticket Taker's cheekbone, before leaning down to capture his lips in a hungry kiss. Bil gave a small gasp of surprise, before letting out a low groan, the noise encouraging the primal, hormone driven part of the jester's mind. Impulsively, he attempted to push his offering back against the altar, wanting to take and claim what was being so sweetly offered. But it was here that he met resistance, Bil pulling away, and meeting his gaze with determination.

“My deepest apologies,” his second in command apologized mournfully, before clawed fingers found the edges of the jester's robe. “We suggest Harlequin be the first. He explicitly requested it, If you would permit it."

Jester nodded his assent, allowing Ticket Taker to peel the garment away, before taking his place on the table, adopting a supine position. He seemed to relax -  you could only assume it was due to the presence of his whole 'harem'. That much was evident by the almost serene smile on his lips, accompanied by his already painfully erection once again, cock standing proudly upright. It appeared he wasn't the only one; his attention, and yours was drawn by a plaintive, needy whine from the floor below. Harlequin's head and shoulders were held firm in Pierrot's lap. A syringe was buried deep in one of the clown's thighs - a steady flow of the mystery pink substance being pumped into his veins - as the Doctor steadily plunged three fingers in and out of the smaller monster's hole. You felt as much as you heard the Jester growl in frustrated displeasure.

“Relax,” Bil chastised sternly. “Doctor is simply preparing him for you." Harlequin had been noisily adamant about it, citing that the whole thing had been his idea in the first place. Ticket Taker didn't mention the added benefit of Harlequin taking the worst of Jester's rut- was keeping the harlot temporarily out of commission for the remainder of the affair. With his hands full of ensuring this ended in success and staying on track for tonight's show; Bil needed all the peace of mind and clarity he could muster. 

And you silently found yourself sharing that sentiment.

...

PT. 2 Releases Tomorrow, Stay tuned for some Harlequin x Jester Action.

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Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

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does anyone care about the cherrysona . . do u guys wanna ask me stuff . . it can also be about me idgaf same diff . .

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Whoag guys did you see that

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See what pipis-official?

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Me making a oc : i gotta figure out how this one is being tortured

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Phinks’ the type of guy to roll on top of you while you’re both sleeping and genuinely suffocate you on accident. Like Uvo might, but he’d also wake up after a while of you struggling and laugh about it before pulling you back on top of his chest. Phinks just “Honk Mi Mi Mi Mi’s” the entire way through your oxygen deprivation and only realizes after he wakes up naturally.

This is also not to say that he’s not perceptive- like if you leave the bed he will wake up. It’s more so the lack of your presence being a wake up alarm for him rather than being hyper vigilant of you while he sleeps.

You’ll get used to it. Just trust.

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Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.