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I swear every time I try to make cool graphics it just looks like a Wattpad cover to me like:
Y/n:"Oh shadow twink...."
Shadow Milk: *his voice is so deep and totally not the voice of a twink as he grabs your buttocks* "oh silly and sexy, and silly and sexy and mysterious y/n..."
*he makes out aggressively with you*
WIP!! Based on a dream I had my sona x Thundercracker
I might write a one-shot about it :p
*I say with apparent nonchalance, but in reality, I'm so excited about writing this*
Hi- Nay~ sugoi!! Tc!! You're so kawaii^^, I can't capture your beauty Tc-kun 😔 (hello guys, I'm so excited tomorrow is gonna be my birthday! Also please don't take whatever I write in my captions seriously)
Still working on him. I need him so bad^^ nay~ he's so kawaii 😍 HE MAKES ME GO FEARAL GRRRR (please don't take anything I say seriously I'm joking)
self-aware cookie run kingdom fanfiction AU WIP
So I'm going to write a self-aware fanfiction AU, where the cookies can hear you and see you when you log into the game, they have learned to care for you ever since they became aware, how did they become aware? Nobody really knows, but you suspect that when your phone almost got fried because you left it in charge during a blackout caused by a storm might have been it... But regardless, you don't know that they are self-aware now because they hide it from you, thinking that you might freak out if you find out that they were all sentient beings. The ancients and beasts have taken a particular liking to you, all cookies do, really. They love how you, oh so softly, speak to them even if they repeat their few coded lines over and over again. Oh, the absolute joy cookies like Hollyberry cookie get when you start getting giddy and coo at them because they address you directly in their coded voice lines make them just want to hug you! Not to mention that you are very talkative with them, you like talking with them and tell them about your day and all even if you don't know that they are aware. So the main idea is for the storyline to be pretty lighthearted in some parts and a bit more dark in some others, the reader slowly discovers that the cookies are indeed self-aware and not only that, but they absolutely adore you! Shadow milk what's to reach you in your word so he can finally meet his beloved ruler in person!! Also, you're basically the parental figure for Gingerbrave and company, you know? Since you follow them in every adventure thought thick and thin, you became their guardian angel.
Btw I still have to figure thighs out for this fanfiction, but I have figure to post some WIP along the way, I think I'm going to post it here on Tumblr alongside some of my art, so stay tuned
Also, I think the cookies wouldn't see you as a deity but more like a kind-hearted soul who is the #1 ruler and mayor of this kingdom doing your absolute best to take care of all of your kingdom, the cookies know you have a life outside being their monarch and mayor, and they appreciate the fact that you still take some time out of your day to tend to their needs and assure that the land is prosperous.
The original concept:
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Ah I can't capture ratchet beauty!/ref
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This is my pookie's toy hose if you want to check her out
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The traveling star: the lamb and the shepherd pt.1?(Gender neutral human reader x incubus)
SFW!
TW: Magical manipulation/coercion, loss of consciousness, mild body horror (eye strain/pain)
The forest was blooming with life this lovely afternoon, the air thick with a strong flowery scent. The birds were oddly quiet, and so were all the other animals. As you walked into the depths of the forest, you saw a young man. His choice of clothing suggested that he might be a shepherd; how curious, though a swain without his sheep. He stood in a blossom-filled clearing. You stared in awe at this youthful man, your heart pounding against your ribcage the more you looked at him.
He didn’t seem to notice you at first, too dazed to perceive your presence as he stared off into the distance.
“Hello?” you said, almost shyly.
His gaze was torn from the scenery to your figure. All the air fled from your lungs as your eyes locked onto his. He had beautiful deep eyes and lovely dark umber skin with an amber undertone. His hair, dark as dusk, was like a heavy, long curtain made of silk, so shiny that even elves would envy such a seemingly perfect waterfall of softness.
His eyes were bottomless pits of darkness, reminding you of how spilled ink swirls near candlelight at dusk. His stature was imposing and towering, but his body was sinuous, with almost an undertone of femininity to him.
Before you could get lost in his sublime beauty, he spoke. “Good afternoon. Who are you, pretty thing?” His voice was androgynous, velvety, and melodic, carrying a soft, honeyed drawl.
You told him your name. He chuckled, a sweet smile curling on his lips. “Oh, oh! Don't you know it’s a dangerous thing to be tellin' someone like me your name?” His gaze didn't leave your visage.
“What do you mean?” you asked, curious. You were tempted to get closer to him. His smile turned into a sly grin. His heart seemed to betray a longing for companionship; he seemed like an open book, but it's true that first impressions can often be deceiving. You dismissed the thought, already one foot deep into your future grave.
The farther you walked toward the man, the more overwhelmed you became with a sweet, tooth-rotting scent that, mixed with the already lush woods, made your mind feel foggy.
“That's it, sugar. Come on closer... just focus on my voice.”
You couldn’t control your body anymore. You needed to be in his arms; you wanted to be his. These weren’t your thoughts. Once you were within arm's reach, he sat on the soft mossy grass with you in his lap. His rough hands caressed your face as if to coax sweet words from you. “Come on now, precious. I ain't gonna hurt you. I’m just plumb tired of only watchin' you from afar.”
You were trapped in his embrace. “What...?” Your voice trembled. “What... what are you?”
He nuzzled into your neck, his touch delicate and gentle. He licked the side of your neck, the sensation sharp and rhythmic, like a mother wolf tending to her pup.
“Answer me,” you choked out. You weren’t just scared anymore; you were terrified.
“My, my, darlin’,” he drawled, his breath warm against your skin. “You just calm yourself down now. I reckon I already told you, I won't harm a hair on your head.”
You were fighting with all your might against an overwhelming feeling of fullness blooming in your chest; your heart felt light, too weightless, as if you were becoming drunk on the sweetest of wines. You didn't understand; you were being betrayed by your own body.
“Darlin’, look into my eyes.” You looked into his deep, dark eyes. “Good, keep lookin’, sugar...”
Right there, in front of your blurry gaze, he revealed himself. His skin bled into a dark crimson color; his irises became a sunny, unnaturally bright yellow, and the black in his eyes shifted to his sclera. His once dark brunette hair was now the color of a full moon. From his spine, feathered wings and a tail emerged, as colorful as the plumage of a parrot. His hands grew claws. His rounded ears grew elf-like, pointing downward; although clearly non-human, he remained breathtaking.
You screamed, but you didn't beg, even though you desperately wanted to go home. He snarled, a sound so animalistic that no man could have made it. His obsidian-colored claws held you by the collar of your shirt. You didn't dare look up at him, too scared of what you might see. You squeezed your eyes shut, your whole being shaking in fear as the same body that had betrayed you now trembled.
He covered you with his body not restricting nor possessive, but rather using himself as a shield. He hated how much you were shaking. He knew his presence was intoxicating for most humans. He nuzzled into your neck. “Honey, I ain't mad at you.” His ears twitched as he heard that she was coming. “Shit...”
“Sweet thing... Please don't open your eyes,” he held you closer. “She will try to make you look at her, but that beast is far from what she says she is,” he whispered against your ear, the small wings on his lower back ruffling up and his ears flattening against his head.
Even with your eyes closed, you felt a strong, flashing light seep right through your eyelids. The smell that overwhelmed your senses was bittersweet; it was hard to describe, especially with your shaking body and foggy mind. The man, no, the monster above you held you closer.
He growled as she spoke. “Be not afraid, dearly beloved, for I have come to save your soul.” The woman's voice was a delight for the ears: soft, slightly deep, but still feminine.
“You stay away from ‘em, you beast!” the demon snapped at the woman.
“Azazel. Get up from the lamb; I only wish to see them.” You heard the woman step closer.
“No. You keep your filthy hands away from ‘em, Raphael. This one is mine.”
The air was filled with tension. You just wanted to go home; you squirmed in Azazel's hold. “Let go! I wanna go home!”
Raphael chuckled. “See, Azazel? They don't want you!” She sounded smug. “After all, why would they want you? You're nothing but a tool of pleasure.”
Azazel hissed, “Sweetheart, please don't open your eyes.”
You didn't listen. By opening your eyes, you saw something you couldn't describe even if you tried a vision so breathtaking and mind-numbing that it made your eyes feel as if they were bleeding. You fell unconscious to the ground. The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat...
You woke up in your room. Azazel was tenderly holding your hand. “Honey!”
You backed away from him, your back hitting the wall. “What happened?!” your voice cracked. You were too exhausted from all the screaming and struggling.
“Calm down, sugar. I will explain everything to you.”
You were shaking once more. Azazel hated that; he didn't want you to be afraid of him. After a long moment, he let go of your hand.
This was going to be a tedious morning...
