#🕯️let's go public!

[sluturu]

don’t mind me, just manifesting jealous/possessive nanami content🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

cw. exhibitionism (sex in public), jealousy ⋆ mdni — 18+ 𐙚

nanami doesn’t like what he sees. you’re mingling, just like he’d begged you to when he brought you to this work event that neither of you wanted to come to, but you’re mingling with the company’s biggest flirt. aka nanami’s best friend (by force) gojo satoru. 

he doesn’t like the way you have one hand clutching your stomach while the other grips onto gojo’s arm like your life depends on it. he doesn’t like the giggles he’s hearing– not because he hates your laugh, but he hates that it’s not him that’s making you laugh. he definitely doesn’t like the look of awe on that jackass’s face while he watches you die over a joke that probably wasn’t even funny to begin with. 

nanami is usually cool and composed. it’s not like him to overreact or let his emotions control him, but this is you we’re talking about. this makes his stomach turn, his blood simmer, and he knows he needs to leave with you before he inevitably blows up.

 the problem? nanami is mid conversation with his boss and he can’t just leave without reason. so he endures it, but his blood pressure continues to rise by the second while irritation gnaws at him. every time he turns his head, you’re there smiling or laughing with another man. 

nanami watches as gojo picks something out of your hair and he decides he can’t take it. he politely excuses himself telling his boss he feels like he might’ve come down with something (a case of jealousy, he forgets to mention) before making a beeline right towards you. 

“nanamin!” gojo exclaims as soon as he spots the blonde. “your wifey here was just–”

he pretends he didn’t hear his so-called friend, “sweetheart, i’m not feeling too well. would you mind if we turned in a bit early?”

your smile morphs into a frown at the words and you give him a soft ‘of course.’ you’re turning to gojo to bid him goodbye, but nanami is pulling you away with his arm wrapped securely around your waist before you even get the chance. 

it’s not till you’re pressed against his audi with nanami flushed against you, his big bulge rubbing against your stomach, that you realize what’s going on. 

his lips are right above your, honey like eyes wild and boring into yours, “wanna tell me what the hell was so funny?”

“what?” you reply breathlessly, your own eyes darting to look around the parking lot to make sure there was no one around. 

his fingers slip under your dress, rubbing circles into your clit over your panties. when you let out a surprised moan, nanami chuckles. it’s almost sinister, but it has you absolutely, positively soaked. 

his speed picks up with each second that passes and pretty soon you find yourself grinding against his hand for more. he speaks up, “you were having the time of your life with gojo. i want to know what he said to make you laugh so hard.” 

“it was n-nothing,” you throw your head back against the sleek car, another moan comes out of your mouth. “k-ken, ugh– please,” you beg. “more, please, need more.”

he tsks disapprovingly, “nothing, huh?” he slows the pace of his fingers and relishes in your whining protests. “didn’t look like nothing. looked like my wife was having the best night ever with another man.”

you open your eyes to look at him, “i can’t remember what he said, ken… can’t think about anything except for you.”

it’s like you know exactly what to say and he swoons. he presses his lips against yours and his fingers skillfully tug your panties to the side before continuing their vicious attack on your gushing cunt. 

you sob into his mouth, body completely wracked with need, but you start hearing voices a few rows down and you freeze.

“k-kento, wait–” you say, panicked and frenzied. “what if someone sees us?”

“i fucking hope they do,” he groans, gripping your chin with his free hand and making you look back at him. “i hope they catch us so they know you’re all mine.”

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[getmeoutofhell]

Slashers getting jealous

i hope you enjoy these!! i made them with love and care ;)

Hannibal Lecter:

yeah, whoever made him feel that way is long gone. he’ll take you, tie you down and make you watch him kill that person in a very brutal sick way. he then will go on and tell you a heart filled message, while looking you in the eyes.

“you forced my hand dear.” oh yeah, make sure you enjoy his next meal. he made it special. 🥩

Will Graham:

he will become nonchalant (no joke), he will stop being him for a minute to process his emotions and how to deal with them. he’ll also become a rude bitch. not just to them, but to you as well.

“how would that make you feel?” he may even roll his eyes. soon, that person will come up missing. 🌪️

Billy Loomis:

takes it to a different level even in public. he will try to embarrass that person in-front of everyone. he takes your arm and you guys leave. if you try to talk to him, he’ll ignore you until he’s ready to talk.

“i want you to stay here, with me tonight.” only later to find out that there’s been a ghost face attack…with them being the first victim. 📞

Stu Marcher:

if you think will is gonna be nonchalant, lemme tell you about this guy. not only will he go crazy if someone takes to much of your time, he then will not talk to you for a little bit, which upsets you ofc.

“i think you should just stay away from that guy.” you can imagine what stu will do from there…📞

Micheal Myers:

death. just death. since he’s a lot older than you (probably) he won’t even waste time trying to explain that he’s jealous. he’ll just go and kill them.

you can feel him staring at you under his mask. very creepy. 🔪

Valak:

wow, valak? being jealous? not a change. now, let’s say you were trying to summon another demon. now we’re taking. as i say in all my post he’s very sneaky. which means not only will he banish that demon, he’ll also banish you as well.

have fun in hell with him. forever. 🪞

Art the Clown:

if you expect art to not get jealous you must be mistaken dear. he’s a man child, a big baby. but when he gets mad, he’s mad. he’ll take you and tie you in a chair. then, he peels the victims skin off piece by piece while laughing without a care.

he will later surprise you with a heart …a human heart. 💉

Malthus:

dealing with a demon such as him will not end up good. also considering he’s mostly in the doll then with you. but that doesn’t stop him from seeing you interact with other people for to long.

that doll is everywhere. including that special persons home…🕯️

Ethan Landry:

will pretend everything is okay until it’s just you two alone. “why were you and them so close?” he stares deep into your soul, making you shudder. ethan is a walking mask. on the outside he’s a sweet boy. but on the inside he’s a brutal walking man.

“you stay the fuck away from her!!” as the knife digs deeper in their chest. 📞

Candyman:

he’s more calm actually. he trust you, not them. so as long as it doesn’t go to far, he’s okay with it. now, if it did go to far he’ll step in and take you away from them. he manly watches from afar tho.

“let’s head home.” let’s hope that person isn’t allergic to bees. 🐝

Pennywise (2017):

this clown didn’t understand what was happening at first. why did he feel that way? he had no idea. all he knew was that he didn’t like it, and he knew he had to do something about it. so if that requires him eating that persons chest out then so be it.

“you’re my friend. not theirs.” 🎈

Freddy Krueger:

oh my this man gets jealous so much it’s ridiculous. he’s so insecure about himself so when you find interest in anything other than him for more than 5 minutes he’s all over the place. it’s kinda sad actually.

just know they won’t be waking up ever again. 💭

[mihii-i]

Hey hope school is going well !,i was wondering if u could do a yae miko modern fic where she's dom ^ ^, I have adhd low key can't think past that lol

not-so-sweet angel.

Pairings: yae miko x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, modern au, college au, shorter fic (I am sleepy stop), mentions of masturbation, fingering, semi-public sex, lazy writing, I don’t like how this came out, smoking, sesbian lex, girls kissing I don’t know leave me alone, wlw, sough rex, leave me alone, upset author, not proofread.

A/N: @y0ka13 was a little tired to write mizu fics and I’m kinda sleepy so yes let’s go also this fic wasn’t the surprise I was talking about but earlier so put ur panties back on bc the time of said surprise depends on another author is all im gonna say. 🕯️

Indistinct chatter ran rampant in the halls paved in the direction of your lecture hall, your feet planted firmly against every square of stone peeking out between the crevices of which they were cemented together. The soles of your shoe mindlessly dragged along the stone in a scratchy grating noise as the clouds above peeked past the peak of your campus building, allowing you to get lost in the fluffed up white heaps bundled up along the sky.

Two thick books were hugged against your chest as you wandered off into thought during the gap between your back to back classes, cool air batting to your face while carefully lowering yourself down onto a nearby bench conveniently situated behind you. Years of hard work at this institution felt like nothing but slaving away at the endless stacks of paper scribbled with lines of overinflated texts, dreams of grasping at your goals only straying further and further as you constantly found yourself questioning the point of studying so hard if everything went to shit anyways.

You were slowly going insane. That much was obvious. From the way you found yourself hunched over a desk countless times, while the sky simmered into a dark wash of pitch black peeking through your dorm window, with sprinkles of stars caught in the corner of your eye if you looked close enough. Every night seemed like torture as you aimlessly scrabbled for the information to stick inside your brain, temples aching alongside your weakened limbs.

The overflow of assignments accompanied your sleepless nights that began to creep into every aspect of your life as the norm, ink hovering in a large splotch above the clean sheet of paper your pen bled against. Bitter notes of the aftertaste of coffee seeped into your mouth every morning post all nighter, tongue pulsating as your face scrunched up in distaste at the sting nearly making you crash mid lecture, while you struggled to fix your eyes open through the barrage of content.

Yet in the midst of the draining haze of merely living to keep up, a certain someone surely soothed that throbbing ache of fatigue eating away at you slowly, her presence alone pushing back your worry as you spent quite some time staring at the woman stood tall in the distance everytime. Honestly, having a crush on Yae Miko was meant to be a little distraction, merely a puppy crush that wasn’t supposed to grow to be anymore than—well, just that.

However, it spiked up progressively throughout the course of each month of the dragged on semester. Finding yourself noticing little things, such as how strands of her pinkish hair were perfectly smoothed over, reflective in the sunlight like that of a model. Eyes fixating on her as her lips parted to push out a sigh building on her tongue during a lecture, or the way she held her pen between her thumb and index finger in a squeezed grasp, resting her cheek onto her palm to stare unamused at the polished wooden podium with disinterest.

Yeah, it was obvious you weren’t just crushing like a dumb highschool kid.

You just couldn’t help it. Miko was practically perfect, it was pretty easy to get lost in the swirling purple that plunged you into the depths of her irises, swallowing you up like an electric storm. Yet gentle enough to nurture you into a cradling embrace between swirls of said storm.

Relying on someone who only occasionally talked to you as her friend a few times to be your ground was…probably too much. Yet you couldn’t help it.

Either way, it wasn’t like you simply stared at her to get the stress of the cluttered workload off your shoulders. Of course, you did indulge in yourself quite a few times, even if that little voice urged you not to. Rocking your hips back and forth against the ridges of your fingers hilted deep inside your cunt as your legs parted on either side of the bed, sharp intakes of breath pumping through your nostrils in rapid successions.

Your mind would always wander to Miko’s gentle smile sadisticallly stretching her lips as her hand planted you down, imagining her long nails scratching along your warmth with each stroke, voice rasping out her name in the confines of your dorm on those particularly stressful nights.

Being the perhaps not-so-sweet angel you were, you’d feel that awful cramp of guilt clinging onto you every time you came, nervously looking down at your clear coated, slick fingers stringed with your juices as you feared her finding out somehow. Would she be disgusted? Would she never even look at you again? It really was too much to take in, chest lurching as you attempted to push away any thoughts to dive back into the depths of your study sessions again.

“(Name)…”

You were still lost in thought, contemplating upon every minuscule occurrence that snaked into your life.

“(Name).”

Was someone calling you? You were pretty out of it to notice as an odd ringing trickled into your ears slowly.

“(Name)!”

Your head finally shot up to the pink haired woman observing down before you, hands on her hips as her low cut shirt exposed slivers of her pale skin in the wake of sunlight outdoors. Glancing around, you noticed how it was nearly empty outside, before looking at your phone, panicked. Damn, you were so out of it you probably had a mini sleep in your whipped out daze.

“Miko..?”

She continued to stare down at you, allowing you to take her hand as she helped you up onto your feet, your books still clutched in a hook within your freehand. Rubbing your eyes, you squinted over your blurred vision to get a view of her, nearly panicking when you realized the situation you got yourself into as a consequence of the grueling night you spent staying up.

“Easy, (Name). You looked like you were about to pass out, darling.” She muttered in a low chuckle, your breath choking up at the mere pet name she threw out there.

“I have to-“

“Don’t bother. Let’s just skip together. I mean your professor won’t get off your ass if you don’t won’t he?”

You managed a tiny nod, tensing up as she grasped your hand boldly with that elegant smile of hers, stretching her peachy lips into a grin that beheld her sophisticated nature.

God, you were attracted to her like a sore loser.

—

Even in those little fantasies of yours that you had conjured up on stressful nights, nothing could rival the crashing wave of pleasure that coiled up between your thighs in this particular moment as Miko’s thumb pressed against the swollen nerves of your clit, teeth grazing along the deep, purple bruises littered freshly along your skin with her fingers lodged inside you.

Who knew that Miko’s innocent request to skip class and hang out would evolve into you being railed out in the open, shielded from few sets of eyes, yet easy enough for anyone to spot if they bothered to look.

She had originally led you to the balcony of a building through a fire exit that only faculty knew, the cool steel of the stairway smoothing your palms as you climbed up to behold the view of the entire campus. Kindly, she had offered up a firm cylinder that slipped between your fingertips almost naturally, not taking long for you to notice that it was in fact a cigarette.

Of course, you couldn’t turn down your crush casually handing you a smoke, an intimate gesture presiding within the palm of your hand as you saw it. Upon lighting it, you couldn’t miss the flicker of gold roused in her purple irises, staring at you with what you had perceived to be a sort of hunger to be satiated.

And you were in fact right.

Her lips against yours felt like a saccharine taste of a sweet you couldn’t quite put your finger on, yet one of which you savored as the unexpected motion lingered onto your tastebuds as something to commit to memory. You didn’t even hesitate when her nimble, slender fingers undressed you briefly, pulling your trousers down far enough to have access to your pussy, yet far enough up so you weren’t fully unclothed down your lower body.

Head blanking at the overwhelming sensations, you couldn’t manage out anything but pathetic squeaks and moans at her rapid pace, far too quick for a session that tore near pornographic moans out of your throat, yet occurred in a setting where any student could walk outside and see her fucking you against the cold stone of the grey railings.

Miko only chuckled at the pathetic compliance you exhibited before her as your fingers squeezed at her wrist, attempting to slow her unforgiving pace to no avail. Each obscene noise wrenched out of you only spurred the pink haired woman in her ruthless onslaught against your walls clenching around her digits, nails dragging along your g-spot, reached by the deliciously perfect length of her fingers.

Each sharp breath rolled off your tongue in motion with the squelching of slick pooling from between your thighs, Miko’s gentle praises mixed with her harsh words ringing in your ears at each fervent thrust of her fingers slamming up into you at a steady angle that brushed up against all the right places of your heat.

The familar build up in your stomach mirrored that of the various times you’d touched yourself thinking of Miko, yet you would’ve never imagined her actually being there to quench that thirst roaring in you for so long, eyes rolling back from the slightest push of her fingers, plush against the warmth your slick walls. The mushy texture nearly making her slobber all over your neck like her last meal before whispering out.

“Come on, you can cum for me before anyone sees, can’t you?” She purred, freehand brushing against your bottom lip in an attempt to alleviate the overwhelming pleasure flooding your whole body accompanied by coaxing more moans out of you. You only responded with a weak nod, hips harshly bucking foward into her fingers repeatedly.

Until you gradually sank down in one final thrust, lips pressed into an “o” shape as you cried out with your juices spilling down to decorate her knuckles, a small whimper rasping out of you as she withdrew her fingers from your hole. Her perfectly manicured, rose pink nails glossed over in a wet layer of your cum. Miko eyed her fingers with a satisfied expression, dragging her tongue along her middle and ring fingers as her gaze pierced into yours with that same hunger that she exhibited before doing...that with you.

Before you could utter out another word, Miko quickly shoved your textbooks back into your hand, which you barely were able to balance considering your legs were spent—and snapped back, helping you slip up your underwear and zipping you pants before squeezing your shoulder as crowds of students poured out back into the outdoors of campus.

“Not a word that we were here.”

A/N: I have no words for this a/n. Only that I’m in a bad mood and this turned out shitty lmfao I absolutely despise how this fic turned out I’m sorry 😭

I sincerely apologize for the bad fic I will make up for it 🙏

[oopsurexposed]

📌 CASE 004: @lunnfuddi18 – VOYEURISM, NON-CONSENSUAL IMAGERY, AND TARGETED SEXUALIZATION OF WOMEN

We’ve just come across one of the most disturbing Tumblr blogs we've ever seen: @lunnfuddi18 is actively uploading photos of women taken in public, almost certainly without their knowledge or consent.

But it gets worse: They’re even tagging these photos with #unaware. Yes. #UNAWARE. Meaning: they know exactly what they're doing, and they’re proud of the fact that the women in the pictures don’t even know they’re being objectified online.

🕯️THIS IS NOT NSFW. THIS IS PREDATORY BEHAVIOR.

🕯️These photos:

Are taken in supermarkets, parking lots, shops, train stations, THIER OWN HOMES, etc.

Feature women of all ages, most of them just going about their daily lives.

Are being posted with explicit sexual intent.

Include tags like #unaware, #desi, #sexy, #indian aunty, #panty line.

This is not fantasy. This is real-life exploitation.

🕯️And let’s be crystal clear:

Posting non-consensual images of identifiable people with sexual intent is illegal. In India, under Section 354C IPC and Section 66E of the IT Act 2000, this is punishable voyeurism.

🕯️ TO TUMBLR MODS & STAFF:

This is a direct and open violation of your Community Guidelines.

The evidence is in the tags (#unaware)

The photos were taken without knowledge or permission.

And they’re being sexualized for fetish content.

What are you waiting for? TAKE IT DOWN.

🕯️WHAT YOU CAN DO:

Report @lunnfuddi18 immediately. → And add this in the message:

“This blog is uploading voyeuristic photos of women taken in public places without their consent. The photos are tagged #unaware, confirming they were not taken consensually.”

If you recognize any such accounts, DM us immediately.

Tumblr isn’t a haven for creeps. We will not allow this disgusting behavior to continue unchecked.

Protect women. Protect privacy. Report the predators.

🕯️Submitter: Anonymous (and protected)

We will not be posting or resharing any of the photos from @lunnfuddi18’s blog. Even though they were already uploaded publicly without consent, we refuse to contribute further to that violation. Privacy matters. Dignity matters.

@staff

If you think there is any wrong information provided, or any changes that need to be made in this post, please DM us accordingly or comment under this post.

[ashleymilesphil]

🕯️ In Loving Memory – February 13th 🕯️

Today, February 13th, we remember and honor our fellow LGBTQ+ refugees who have lost their lives in this ongoing struggle for survival. Over the past six years, we have lost seven of our own transgender people, gay men, lesbians, and even children because of the relentless persecution we face simply for being who we are.

Being LGBTQ+ in East Africa is not just dangerous it is criminal. In many countries, we face life imprisonment, public violence, and even the death penalty just for existing. The camps where we seek refuge offer little safety, as we endure daily persecution, hate crimes, and extreme poverty. We often go to sleep on empty stomachs, surviving on just one meal a day if we are lucky. HIV/AIDS is rampant, medical care is scarce, and as our numbers grow, shelters remain inadequate.

As we light our candles in remembrance, I urge our supporters and well-wishers worldwide to stand with us. Please consider donating to our fundraiser as we mourn these beautiful souls. Your contribution, no matter how big or small, goes directly toward food, medicine, safe shelter, clean water, and sanitary products basic necessities that many of us struggle to access.

Let us honor those we have lost by fighting for those who are still here. 🏳️‍🌈💔

[romanoffsbish]

Love Me ‘Til I’m Black and Blue

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Warnings: Manipulative—Mean(Hurt)/Possessive Natasha | Alluded to Drinking | Violence | Smut w/“Minimal” Plot(whatever that means for me lmao) | Angst (Happy Ending)

Smut: Krolick / Slut (R/🐇) | Rough | Bondage (R) | Panty/Ball Gag | Spanking | Temp Play 🕯️🧊| Choking | Teasing | Marking | Strap(R) | Oral (R) | Fingering (R) | Degradation | Overstimulation | Blood / Violence 😀 | Self-Indulgent Fic 🥰

18+ | Minors DNI | Labeled/Please Don’t Report

WC: 4,220

Natasha kneaded the flesh of your ass, she was sweet with her touches, but you knew better than to trust the tenderness. All the redhead wanted was to destroy you wholly. To leave you a moaning, drooling mess, just so she could drag you back to the bar and show off her handiwork to all the patrons that ogled you.

More specifically, she'd throw you towards that bitch who had her tongue down your throat. She'd test her, tease her with the greatest temptation—you, just before she'd strike. Her reputation would remain intact as she'd stage it to seem like she was taking advantage of you.

Breaking Susie Q's nose would be warranted.

——

Fortunately she had the resolve to reel her impulses in, and the trained patience to take things with you painstakingly slow. Well, fortunate to the unsuspecting patrons, and for her, but to you not so much. For you it was all so incredibly daunting as you felt the cool breeze rush over your hot slick as it dripped down your thighs and onto the satin sheets.

"You're so beautiful krolick," she purred as her hands groped your ass particularly hard, you moaned wantonly when her fingers dipped down and grazed your folds and she chuckled huskily, "You're making such a fucking mess."

You felt pathetic, you tried to leave, and here you are with a body that worked against you.

"I'm going to enjoy ruining you Y/N, maybe once I'm done you'll remember who you belong to. Nobody will ever try and touch you again."

This was the worst kind of torture, the redhead had you tied to her bed with your ass up, back arched painfully, and legs spread wide open.

There was familiarity to it, a well practiced dance between the two of you, but you also felt something change in the overall energy.

It'd only been three weeks since she'd had you like this, before you left her without a word in the middle of the night because you wanted more than she was willing to offer. More than a night of bliss meant to be cloaked in secrecy.

Natasha had a hero's reputation to uphold, and you, well the only reputation you had was as the patron buying ben and jerry's at the 7/11 on the corner every other night around 2am.

There was never a reason to publicize her attachment to you, or so she hoped. You were her favorite, best kept secret until now. It was finally made public tonight when she, The Black Widow, was seen pulling you out of the nightclub with a dangerous glint in her eyes. It was obvious you weren't an enemy to any of the passerby's, but you were clearly in trouble.

"You thought you could just move on from us and that there wouldn't be any repercussions?"

You gasped as she slapped both your cheeks, then you whimpered as she dug her nails into the skin until she felt blood pooling beneath. "You're such a fucking slut Y/N, I have given you everything you could ever want, and need, but it's never enough. When will you learn?"

You shockingly cut her off, "Not everything!"

Natasha froze, you were feeling rather bold tonight. No matter, she'd fuck the fight out of you, just as she did every time you acted up.

Her hands started the night off with brutality. With every slap she let her anger shine, there was hardly a reprieve, and if there was one it was followed by a swift slicing of her nail. She only stopped when she heard your soft 'please' as that was an indicator you'd call out the safe word soon if she didn't move passed this part.

The redhead squeezed your hips reassuringly as her hands had glided up, then she soothed the open wounds of your bare ass with her warm tongue. "You're so fucking addicting!" Natasha loved the taste of you, it didn't matter whether it was your blood, sweat, glorious tears or purest essence, she was a fiend for it all.

Natasha was abrupt when she left your behind and moved to your side. You winced as the gust of air breezed over your welted, glistening ass leaving you to feel the rush of a harsh sting.

You peered up as best you could with your face smooshed to the bed, your eyes strained as you watched Natasha move in a flash. You heard more than you saw as the fabric slid down her body, and the bedside drawer had opened.

Then, as if Natasha was giving you a master lesson on senses, you felt her fingers press into your throat, gagging you as she shoved her wet panties into your mouth. Your body shivered as you tasted that addictive essence of hers.

"Gonna Pavlov your ass into remembering the only thing you should ever need," she sneered, "Maybe I'll keep you between my legs from now on, everywhere I go, your mouth follows."

Natasha chuckled as she watched you try to close your eyes to hide your arousal, but your hips twitched and you drooled over the ball gag she'd hastily placed into your mouth so you couldn't remove the panties. It was as if you couldn't help but to need to prove her right.

"There you go krolick, you're already behaving accordingly." Her fingers gently traced over the curvature of your face before she disappeared.

The next thing you heard was the faint sound of a flame being ignited, your body followed suit with goosebumps as you wondered what was going on behind you. Natasha watched with delight as you unconsciously squirmed.

She was standing behind you just out of sight with a burning candle in her hand. It was black upon first glance, but as the wax slowly melted it mixed with the bright red layered beneath to create a perfect crimson pool at her disposal.

"Try to stay still now, let's not ruin the sheets just yet detka, I'd rather let your juices do the bulk of that," she husked as her finger dragged up your spine from the tip of your tailbone. A bit of foreshadowing really since only seconds later had she tipped the candle and delighted in the way that the wax slid down your skin as you screamed out in muffled agony. "There you go detka, embrace the burn and feel just how I have felt ever since you walked out on me!"

The woman beamed when you sobbed harder, you should feel remorse for what you've done. Natasha was a sadist by design, but her heart was soft for you at the core, so within a minute (or two) of letting you endure the painful burn she was soothing, and shocking you, as she ran a piece of ice down the same trail of your spine.

The wax fully hardened once more, and you whimpered through the doubled gag to let her know you were appreciative as the cool water dripped down and soothed the agitated skin.

"See krolick?" Her frigid fingertips followed the trail of water to further soothe your sensitive skin. "I'd never ice you out like you did to me, all I want is for you to be happy; in my arms."

With your mind in a state of pure confusion on if this was pleasurable or not she added to it as she began littering the remaining exposed skin of your back with bruises and teeth marks. She smirked against you, relishing in the way that you moaned freely as she marked your skin up.

"I need to see you as I fuck you," she growled against the nape of your neck, her hips firmly pressed into the raging skin of your brutalized ass, and it was then you felt the massive cock.

Natasha flipped you onto your back with little warning, causing you to cry out as your nearly numb limbs were forcefully tangled as your restraints remained. Besides the gags that she swiftly removed and tossed across the room. You gasped at not only your overwhelming soreness, but also your access to breathing had been restored. Momentarily that was, because Natasha was not abstaining for a single second.

The woman was fierce as she slammed her lips into yours, her tongue explored your mouth for what felt like eons. Once she finally retracted the muscle her teeth came out to play. Pearly whites soon gnawed your lower lip between hers, she gave a deceitfully soft suckle to it before she pierced the sensitive layer of skin.

Natasha took great pleasure in feeling the gush against the back of her teeth, so she dared to bite down even harder and twist the lower lip up until your throat shook with a pitiful sob.

The familiar taste of iron flooded your mouth, Natasha pulled away just in time to see your eyes widen as you mulled over just how busted your lip must look. Only for your suspicions to be confirmed at the sight of her devilish grin, Natasha looked down with eyes that spoke of possession, and with teeth stained in crimson.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this," she beamed, "Completely at my mercy, my poor, defenseless krolick whatever will you do?"

The question was rhetorical, yet you felt bold enough to answer it. "Leave in the night again."

A harsh slap bounced off the walls of the room and you choked on your bloody saliva as your head flew into the strained muscle of your shoulder, further smearing blood on your body.

"Don't threaten someone who has you tied up, and could make the world forget you exist!"

For a moment everything stopped, you looked into her eyes and only saw traces of honesty. Natasha had never made such a threat before, you'd always had the opened door policy, but something in her eyes died with your words. It was as if she was out of compassion for you, as if you had committed a truly heinous crime.

Such as breaking her heart, something that's usually dealt with by a heartbeats sudden end. Her gaze alone told you that, but her sideways smirk whispered out it wouldn't be that easy.

Every last part of your mind, body and soul should've wanted to run, this wasn't healthy. You even willed your brain to formulate a plan of escape, but your body vehemently refused. Natasha worked you up well, and the feral lilt in her gaze only spurred your arousal on.

Deep down you knew she was hurting, and in the bedroom her anger almost always lead her movements. Whether it be after a mission, or upon seeing someone else near you, she would have you sprawled out beneath her and fucked dumb in minutes. The soft, intimate sex that told you Natasha loved you was rare, and only ever came on nights where she drank herself into a wine haze. The drink romanticized her.

Seeing you dancing with another made her deadly, you were learning jealousy wasn't always the safest bet, but you also knew that this was likely going to be life changing sex.

You were already excessively dripping for her.

Your heart also hoped it would bring about change elsewhere, but for now your mind was muddling with incessant need. Natasha could feel it as her lips hovered your racing pulse, she smirked against the skin, and you were caught.

"Your poker face could use some work, your words and your physiology don't align," her fingers taunted you as they dipped inside of your slick velvet warmth, caressing your walls with roughened fingertips, but never enough to suffice the burning desire for you to be filled.

"Admit that you're mine krolick, and I'll fuck your tight little hole, I can feel it pulsing," she chuckled when your body froze in defiance but your walls fluttered, "Don't deny yourself pleasure by being a stubborn bitch now Y/N..."

"I'm as much yours as you are mine Natasha," you retorted with a bitterness that left the redhead to roll her eyes at your cheeky reply, and to prove herself annoyed she slapped your cunt, making you scream at the brutal force in which your clit had just been assaulted with.

"Semantics are such a bitch." Natasha bit hard into your neck as she grumbled, "Just say what you mean, or keep your lips sealed shut slut."

Natasha hovered over you now, blood dribbling down her chin wearing a glare as sharp as her jawline. You could see in her eyes that she was battling over what to do next. Her hands rested lightly on your chest and her strap pressed into your thigh as she held back on ravishing you. Natasha wanted you to wait for your pleasure, the same way she'd waited for you to return.

"You're so pretty when you're quiet," she noted, then just as you went to pettily reply she wrapped her hand around your throat and a moan replaced your words. Getting caught in your throat as she cut your access to oxygen off fully. Natasha bit her lip as she saw your eyes filling with dread and a swirl of mistrust.

"Maybe I'll put you to sleep, and use you in peace," Natasha grinned devilishly when your eyes widened further in a clear plead. "This is a warning then, be a good girl if you want to be awake when I make your tense body release." Natasha winked, her harsh grip relented slightly, but it remained as she, without any warning, slammed her hips forward and filled your slick cunt with her thick silicone shaft.

The way the bulbous tip slammed into your cervix had you losing sight for a moment, your eyes crossed as your throat bobbed against her palm, and your back had arched all over again.

The redheads hips stilled as soon as they met yours, for a moment it was serene as her forehead pressed into yours. Her hand fell from your neck as she lost herself for a bit. Her shaky breaths fanned across your face, and you smiled at your obvious effect on the woman.

In some deluded way Natasha believed she could feel the squeeze of your cunt, her clit pulsed at the thought. It always drove her wild how your walls would hold her strap captive, even when you were as sopping wet as you were now. It gave her that desirable friction against her clit while it restricted her hips.

Once you sighed she knew she could move, so she took in a large inhale then slowly pulled the strap back out of you. You braced yourself for the storm that always followed the brief moment of calm, and in seconds your eyes were rolled back into the darkness of your mind as she set a brutal pace. Nothing but the white of your eyes was visible to the redhead.

Having you fucked out like this was something she took great pride in. No one would ever be able to satisfy you like she always did, and she knew you were just too stubborn to admit it.

But your body never failed to sing her praises. "Fuck," she groaned as your hips canted up and caused her thrusts to falter, "You see how your body moves with mine? It's because it knows its destined place is to be beneath mine. You're mine krolick!" The bed shook with just how powerful her thrusts had become, you knew she was probably thinking back to the bar.

Your heart grew guilty, and you gave in then. "Yours," you whimpered, and she instantly pressed her lips to yours as her hand weaved between your bodies. Daft fingers spread the peak of your cunt to expose your puffy clit, and she smirked against your parted lips as you screamed. The pleasure instantaneously took you over, a simple swirl of her thumb and you were gushing around her strap. Slick drenched the sheets, her thighs, and your ass as well.

Natasha didn't stop, she merely lifted your legs and kept going. You couldn't even catch your breath before she had your body building back up to a place of ecstasy with the deeper angle of each harsh thrust. Her sloppy thrusts told you that she was close herself and this was her simply chasing her release down without shame, and in turn rewarding you with more.

When Natasha came crashing down her face landed right in between your breasts, her breathing ragged for all of thirty seconds. The widow's stamina was alarming, she'd began to nip and suck as her hips shallowly thrusted. Keeping your cunt engaged as she slowly let her mouth love upon your sensitive breasts. 

"Natasha," you whimpered but she pulled away with a sweet smile, her lips pecked yours then she was gone completely. Her strap naturally slipped from inside of you, but just as quickly as you felt your cunt hollow out you were full again as she had kissed down your body in a giddy haste to reach your puffy slicked lips.

Natasha's tongue lapped at your folds, her throaty moans due to the taste of you drove your wild as she plunged her tongue inside of you as far as it could go, and you mewled at the way they vibrated through your cunt. It wasn’t more than seconds before you met her thrusts with renewed intentions. Seconds prior you were begging for her to stop, to cease her thrusting but now you didn't want it to end.

It hadn’t been that long since she last had you spread out like this, with her hands gripping your thighs in a vice grip to keep you wide open as her tongue unleashed havoc upon your cunt. But a week without to her was more like a year, and it’d already been three weeks too many.

Which is why she wasn’t relenting, you tried to shimmy away at one point but Natasha wasn’t having it. She growled viciously, and nibbled on the skin of your thighs in warning, then dove right back in. It was growing increasingly unbearable as you’d not only cum more times then you could count at this point, but the ache in your shoulders was persistently throbbing.

What finally brought her to a stop was when you gushed around her fingers that she’d only just barely slipped inside of you, your thighs quivered then clamped shut so tightly that it kept her lower face and arm from moving. All Natasha could do was sigh in contentment as she felt your essence dripping down her palm, and gushing into her mouth and up her nose.

Natasha reluctantly pulled away when you’d finally unleashed your hold on her head, a smile on her face as the first whiff of air she took in was overtaken by your essence. She hoped the alluring smell wouldn’t fade fast.

Your legs fell into the mattress and she found herself immediately enamored by the sight of you. Your entire body was spent; truly wrecked, and she loved it. Sweat layered your body, causing any dried blood to lighten and pool atop of your skin. There was an array of marks left behind, she wondered if she had lost control in an undesirable way, but her heart absolutely beamed with a negation as she felt it was a warranted response to nearly losing you.

While you worked to merely catch your breath Natasha was up on her feet, removing the harness and grabbing a water from the mini fridge. Then, as you laid there with a fucked out face, with your eyes closed, she’d crawled back up the bed and straddled your body as she worked on removing your jumbled restraints.

The whimper you let out was absolutely pitiful, and it only made you that much more adorable to her. She was oblivious to the genuine pain, so for now she aided you in guzzling down the bottle water. You didn’t register any of it, but Natasha was whispering the sweetest of words against the heated skin of your numb shoulder as she cuddled up incredibly close to you.

The moment was perfect—fleetingly so…

As your mind returned to you it reminded you that it was time to go, the redhead was nearly asleep, and as great as the sex was she wasn't showing any interest in talking this all out. Natasha felt the jolt of your body and her hand flew out to stop you, she moved her body atop of yours and burrowed her head into your neck, as her arms slid between you and the mattress.

"Natasha, let me go, it's already late enough."

"No, you don't need to go Y/N," she mumbled, "You're safe here, with me, where you belong."

"I do not belong anywhere but in my own bed," you growled, then even though your body ached you flipped her onto the bed and sprung to your feet before she could catch you again.

"You're being so ridiculous Y/N!" The redhead shouted, inside she was panicking as you were hastily pulling your scattered clothing back on.

"Wanting to be more than a secret is fair! What's ridiculous is how you play me every single time you get me back into your bed'"

"I'm not playing you," she stammered in hurt. You sighed, "and you don't love me Natasha."

"God, you really are being ridiculous Y/N. I love you so fucking much, can't you see that?!" You scoffed bitterly, "Natasha, love is not something that's meant to be hidden! We've not been on one date in two years together."

"It is when I live with a constant target on my back!" She screamed before she crumpled right to her knees before you, with uncharacteristic tears streaming down her face, she held onto your legs to keep you from leaving her again.

Natasha's life has been misery without you, she wasn't going to give you up without a fight.

"I'm on missions all the time Y/N, I didn't want you stuck at the compound, because now that will be your reality. My humanity won't survive if you were to die because of your ties to me."

You felt stupid, truly, because it wasn't like you didn't discuss the reasons with her before. She was just usually more vague, dismissing you with half-truths, her emotions were never this transparent, and now you saw it more clearly.

Natasha cried harder when you forced her off of you, she wouldn't actually hold you against your will, but she was just hoping you'd stay. That she didn't run you off to the point that you didn't love her anymore. She looked up when the door shut expecting to be alone in her misery, but you were sat down with a sad smile leaning against it. "Come here my love."

The redhead reached you in seconds, her body slammed into yours and for now you decided it best to just let the silence speak for itself, and hopefully mend your equally fragile hearts. It seemed to work too as her sobs died out, and you felt truly at peace for the first time in ages.

"Just promise that this won't be our forever," you broke the silence. "Tell me that one day you will retire, and we can live more freely."

Natasha pulled back with a resolute smile. "Funny enough, I never had imagined a life outside of Avenging until you came along."

You smiled like a child, it was the purest one you'd ever flashed her and she couldn't stop from leaning up to kiss you. "I promise you that we'll be free from this life one day Y/N. Our destiny will be more than just surviving."

"Then I'll be happy to be Wanda's live in bestie whenever you must leave for the worlds sake."

"I was thinking of leaving you with Steve," she deadpanned and you slapped her shoulder, but just as soon regretted it when you felt a sharp pain course through from your hand through your aching shoulders over to the other side.

Natasha frowned at the sharp inhale you took. "Oh krolick, I was too rough," she whispered in clear understanding, and shushed you when you tried to brush off her concern. "Don't, I should have been more in control, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I loved it Nat," you interrupted her, she quirked a teasing brow, and matched your happiness with a smug smirk at the revelation. "I think just maybe the restraints were a bit too much, like, when you roughly flipped me over."

"I think the restraints were necessary for the sake of our engagement not becoming a murder scene," she teased while standing up, you rolled your eyes but took her hands in yours so she could gently pull you up next.

"Natasha, I am covered in my own blood."

"Are either of us dead though?" You snorted, "Wait! Are you saying you were worried I'd kill you, the infamous Black Widow who could take out a room of men without breaking a sweat?"

"I am saying that it was tense, and I properly fucked the brat out of you. Now get into the bathroom krolick, I'll be right behind you."

——

[nanamineedstherapy]

🚨NEW COMMUNITY ALERT: SIMP CHURCH IS IN SESSION⚡

KASHIMO HAJIME DESERVES MORE THAN 12 PANELS AND A DEATH SENTENCE.

So I made a whole ass community for him:

➡️ Kashimo's Cult: Shocking Behavior Only ⚡

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🕯️ Do you wake up thinking about his lightning-charged thighs? 🕯️ Do you write fic where he survives via sheer simpage? 🕯️ Do you look at canon and go "this man needs therapy... and head"?

THEN THIS IS YOUR SAFE SPACE.

Launching with: 🔹 KASHIMO GOES TO THERAPY WEEK

Submit fic, memes, cursed headcanons, & general emotional damage. Bonus if it ends in sex or violence or both.

🔹 SIMP CONFESSION BOX

Drop your unholy Kashimo thoughts in the ask box. Public or anon. No kinkshaming unless it’s boring.

🔹 FANFIC RECS

Reblog your faves. Rec your own. If it contains lightning, a strap, or the phrase "he didn’t even flinch," you’re in.

🔹 “TAG YOUR FAVE ELECTRO SLUT MOMENTS” CHALLENGE

Screencaps. Meta. Memes. Art. Anything that makes you go: “yeah I’d let him melt my spine.”

[witchyintention]

🌒 Graveyard Magic: Honoring the Dead with Earth and Intention

A death witch's guide to sacred ground, quiet offerings, and liminal reverence

Graveyards are more than final resting places. They’re crossroads. Thresholds. Sacred spaces where the veil thins and memory lingers. To the death witch, they’re not places to fear—but to honor.

Working with graves isn’t about chasing chills or performing rituals for aesthetic. It’s about relationship. Respect. Recognition. And the understanding that the dead still speak—if you know how to listen.

Let’s walk gently between the stones.

Why Work with Graves?

Graveyards hold layers of spirit: the memory of the land, the echo of mourning, the resting dead, the restless dead, the ancestors (of blood, spirit, and place). They are portals for those who walk between worlds.

In many traditions, graveyards are considered liminal spaces—neither fully of the living nor the dead. That liminality makes them powerful sites for:

Ancestor work

Necromantic divination

Protection magic

Spirit communication

Banishing or binding rituals

Shadow work and mourning magic

But with that power comes responsibility. We do not take from the dead. We offer. We listen. We witness. We show up as guests, not ghosts.

🌾 Graveyard Etiquette: The Witch’s Code

Before You Enter:

Ask permission. At the gate, pause. Speak to the spirit of the cemetery. Leave a coin or a whisper: “With respect, I ask to enter and do my work in peace.”

Don’t go if you’re sick, intoxicated, or unstable. Liminal work demands clarity and grounding.

Know the laws. Public cemeteries are often open to respectful visitors. Private or rural ones may not be. Always tread ethically.

While You’re There:

Stay on paths where possible. Avoid stepping on graves unless part of a direct offering or ritual.

Speak softly. Move slowly. This is a place of mourning and mystery.

Don’t remove anything without permission from the spirits—and even then, think twice. Dirt, stones, or branches should only be taken with ritual care.

When You Leave:

Leave offerings. Flowers, coins, water, herbs, or quiet songs are appropriate. Trash is not.

Thank the spirits and the land. Offer gratitude as you exit. A whispered “thank you” goes further than you know.

Cleanse after. Brush off energy at the gate, sprinkle salt water on your shoes, or take a full ritual bath at home.

🕯️ Honoring the Dead: Grave Offerings & Rituals

Whether you’re visiting an ancestor’s grave, a forgotten soul’s resting place, or the grave of a known magical worker, your ritual should begin with reverence.

Simple Offerings:

Coins (especially pennies or silver): A gesture of respect and payment.

Water: A universal gift for thirsty spirits.

Fresh herbs or flowers: Rosemary, marigold, lavender, and rose are traditional.

Written prayers, petitions, or thanks: Burn or bury them if appropriate.

Songs or spoken words: Sometimes presence is the offering.

Ritual Acts:

Candle vigil (where allowed): Light and tend a small candle. Use white for peace, black for protection, red for ancestor strength.

Grave sweeping: Clean up the grave or remove trash as a service to the dead.

Ancestor altar creation: Gather dirt (with permission) to add to an altar at home.

Name calling: Speak the name of the dead aloud to awaken memory and connection.

🗝️ A note on grave dirt: It’s not just dirt—it’s a contract. Grave dirt holds the energy of the one buried there and can be used in spells for protection, justice, vengeance, or communication. Never take it without offering and intention. Label it clearly. Treat it with the same care you would a potion or spirit vessel.

🌘 Forgotten Graves, Lost Spirits, and Psychopomp Work

Some graves are quiet. Others are heavy. Some call out.

As death witches, we may be drawn to the restless or unclaimed—those who passed without rites, remembrance, or closure.

Signs of restless spirits:

Cold spots or strange smells

Repeating dreams after visiting

Feeling watched or tugged at

Knowing things you shouldn’t

These spirits may not want harm—but they do want to be heard.

What You Can Do:

Offer water and light.

Pray, speak their name, or sing to them.

Help carry messages if you're able and willing (with boundaries).

Guide them gently: “It’s okay to rest now. You are remembered.”

Psychopomp Practices (for advanced witches):

Journeying to the Underworld or spirit realms to assist transitions.

Rituals to release the dead from bindings or trauma.

Candle vigils for the unnamed or unclaimed.

If this path calls you, deepen your training. Walk with guides. Protect your energy. Never do this work casually.

🕳️ Graveyard Divination & Spirit Communion

Spirit Boards and Pendulums: Only use with strong boundaries and warding in place. Not all spirits are helpful.

Automatic Writing or Scrying: Use a black mirror, bowl of water, or ink. Sit quietly by a favored grave, speak your question aloud, and listen.

Grave Dirt as a Divinatory Tool: Some witches sprinkle dirt from a grave onto cards or bones to filter messages through a specific spirit’s lens.

Dream Work: Sleep with a petition or ancestor token under your pillow after graveyard visits. Record your dreams.

🕯️ The Ancestral Path

Not all your ancestor work must be done at a cemetery, but visiting the graves of your blood or chosen lineage can amplify the magic.

What to Bring to Ancestor Graves:

Foods they loved

Music or poems they enjoyed

Photos or keepsakes

Family stories or personal updates

Sit with them. Tell them how you’re doing. Ask for guidance or simply offer your presence.

If You Don’t Know Your Ancestors:

Adopt a spiritual ancestor or cultural lineage with reverence.

Work with archetypal ancestors (e.g., the Witch, the Healer, the Warrior).

Honor the Unknown Dead with candles, prayers, and acts of service.

🔮 Final Thoughts: Walking With the Dead

Graveyard magic isn’t about fear—it’s about remembering. It’s the witch’s way of saying: I see you. I haven’t forgotten.

To honor the dead is to honor life’s sacred cycle. To walk among the stones is to step into the echo of every goodbye—and every hello whispered through the veil.

So next time you pass a cemetery gate, tip your hat. Whisper a blessing. And if you choose to enter, walk softly, speak clearly, and bring something sweet for the spirits.

You are not alone.

🌒 Blessed be the graves. Blessed be the dead. Blessed be the witch who listens.

[madamesimstress]

🕯️✨ Welcome to the Witchblood Legacy Challenge! ✨🕯️

We’re going from rags to riches, spellbooks to stardom, one chaotic generation at a time.

In this magical Sims 4 legacy, we start with nothing but a forgotten spell and a dream—and each heir must rise through trials, spells, potions, and drama to leave their mark on the world. Each generation has its own theme, story arc, magical goal, and twist of fate. 🧹💫

Expect familiars, forbidden love, magical mishaps, cursed heirlooms, and a whole lot of ✨vibes.✨ Chat gets to shape the story with Fate Cards, heir decisions, and a little hexing now and then 😈

🌿 Core Rules:

Start With Nothing

Move your founder to an empty lot and set money to §0 (money 0)

No job/career at the start—must earn through foraging, odd jobs, selling items, spellcasting, etc.

Become a Spellcaster

Use Glimmerbrook portal or CAS to become a Spellcaster.

If using non-occult Sims, they must discover magic in Gen 1.

Live Off the Land (until you rise)

No fridge/stove until you earn §500

Use campfires, grills, or potion of plentiful needs

Must build your first home from scratch, expanding with milestones

No Cheats (Besides Storytelling Events)

No money, need, or relationship cheats unless part of a Fate Card or story twist

Debug items okay if found “magically” (via twist events)

Familiar Bound

Every heir must bond with a familiar

If the heir doesn’t receive a familiar, a major tragedy must occur (e.g., loss of a loved one, magical mishap)

Legacy Progression

Play through 5 generations

Each gen must fulfill specific magical goals and have a unique story arc (use the ones listed in the previous messages or customize your own)

Spell Use Has Consequences

Each time a curse occurs, you must live with it for at least 3 days before curing

Use Mischief Magic responsibly (or don’t 😈)

Optional: assign Karma points — Good vs Chaotic Spellcasting

Choose Your Heir

You may let chat vote, choose the most powerful child, or the one with the strongest narrative tie

Optional: Every other generation must switch gender for heir

A Fate Card Must Be Drawn (more details at bottom)

Once per Sim week (or upon completing a major goal), draw a “Fate Card”

These alter gameplay, summon twists, or bless/curse your Sim

Each Generation Must Include: ✅ A magical goal (spell level, potion mastery, etc.) ✅ A house upgrade or rebuild ✅ At least one major relationship conflict (lover/rival/family drama) ✅ One major ritual, event, or holiday unique to them

🏠 Building Rules (Optional)

Gen 1 Home: Must be a tiny home (Tier 3 or smaller)

Gen 2: Cottage with greenhouse or apothecary

Gen 3: Underground lair, haunted tower, or castle

Gen 4: Ancestral home with ritual space + public room (potion shop, tea garden)

Gen 5: City loft with hidden spell room or sky garden

📦 Required/Recommended Packs:

Required: Realm of Magic

Highly Recommended: Cottage Living, Seasons, Parenthood, Eco Lifestyle, Paranormal, Tiny Living

Optional Mods: RavASheens Spellbook, Fairies vs Witches, Slice of Life (for drama), Relationship & WooHoo Overhaul

🌕 Optional Bonus Goals:

Host a Sabbat (seasonal party) once per Sim year

Keep a Magical Grimoire (journal or collection shelf)

Collect all potion recipes

Fill a legacy family tree with at least one “cursed” heir

Perform a resurrection or curse removal ritual in Gen 3 or 4

Write and publish magical books by Gen 5

🧹 GENERATION ONE: “The Lost Witch”

You awaken in a forest clearing, memories hazy, with nothing but the clothes on your back and a strange mark on your wrist.

Traits: Gloomy | Loner | Spellcaster (Untrained) Aspiration: Nature > Freelance Botanist

Goals:

Start with §0 (use “money 0”)

Live off the land: forage, garden, and fish to survive

Join the Realm of Magic and become a Spellcaster

Learn 5 spells, reach Spellcaster Rank: Acolyte

Grow a magical herb garden

Befriend a familiar

Craft your own tiny home (max 64 tiles)

Fall in love but be betrayed or abandoned (partner leaves/dies)

Raise a child alone (next heir)

🌙 GENERATION TWO: “The Hedge Witch”

Raised in a garden of spells and sorrow, you crave stability and craft. You practice magic not for power, but for healing.

Traits: Maker | Good | Green Fiend Aspiration: Family > Super Parent or Knowledge > Purveyor of Potions

Goals:

Master Herbalism and/or Potion Brewing

Collect and label 10 different magical ingredients

Create a "Witch's Cottage" with a greenhouse and apothecary

Own a retail lot or sell goods at the Finchwick Fair

Get married and have 2–3 kids

Perform spells or potions to help others (no mean spells)

One child receives a magical blessing… the others don’t

🕯️ GENERATION THREE: “The Shadow Witch”

The child touched by fate has powers far beyond the others. They struggle with morality and legacy—and whether power corrupts.

Traits: Ambitious | Snob | Genius Aspiration: Magic > Spellcraft & Sorcery

Goals:

Reach Spellcaster Rank: Virtuoso

Learn all Mischief and Untamed magic

Create a secret underground lair

Break magical laws / cause chaos

Banish or curse a rival Spellcaster

Never marry—raise a child through magical means or adoption

Must eventually sacrifice something (home, power, or familiar)

🔥 GENERATION FOUR: “The Phoenix Witch”

Born from ruins, this heir is determined to break the family curse and restore balance. They are a blend of fire and light.

Traits: Creative | Outgoing | Self-Assured Aspiration: Creativity > Painter Extraordinaire or Magic > Alchemy Artisan

Goals:

Rebuild the old family home (minimum 4 bedrooms)

Host seasonal sabbats/ritual parties

Master potion brewing + open a potion shop or become a famous potion seller

Marry a human/non-magical Sim and try to hide your magic

Your child must discover the truth about their powers through rebellion

🌌 GENERATION FIVE: “The Star Witch”

The final heir embraces both magic and modernity. They bridge worlds—mundane and magical—and decide the family's fate.

Traits: Geek | Cheerful | Romantic Aspiration: Location > City Native or Magic > Spellcraft & Sorcery

Goals:

Live in the city but maintain magical roots

Reach fame through social media, streaming, or art

Create a secret society of witches (Club system)

Master all schools of magic

Host a magical wedding

Choose: Pass on your power… or seal it away forever

🃏 WITCHY FATE CARDS — Roll 1d20 or spin wheel

1. "Cursed Winds"

Your Sim is cursed with Overcharged Magic — you must cast 3 spells in a row, no recharge breaks. If a backfire happens, live with the consequences.

2. "A Spirit Demands Payment"

A ghost from the past arrives. You must complete a favor for them or allow them to haunt your house until next roll.

3. "Herbs Gone Feral"

All harvestables on your lot are spoiled overnight. You must forage wild herbs for the next 3 days instead of tending your garden.

4. "Sacrifice Under Moonlight"

You must destroy or sell your most expensive item to gain magical clarity (add a spell to your book or instantly rank up).

5. "Storm of Secrets"

Your Sim learns a dark truth about a friend or lover (choose one relationship and reduce it by 50%).

6. "The Familiar is Missing"

Your familiar vanishes. You cannot summon it for 7 Sim days.

7. "Love Potion #NOPE"

A romance spell backfires—your Sim is now flirty for 24 hours but can’t complete romantic interactions.

8. "Unexpected Portal"

A portal opens on your lot. Travel to the Magic Realm immediately and accept whatever chaos it brings.

9. "Ancestor's Blessing"

A random skill increases by 2 levels. You also get a free potion (your choice).

10. "The Crow Knows"

A crow drops a mysterious item on your lot. Use the debug menu or roll a random collectable to receive.

11. "Black Candle Ceremony"

Host a ritual (party) within 48 hours or receive a negative moodlet for 3 days.

12. "Potion Spill"

You spill a powerful potion on yourself. Randomize one of your needs and instantly set it to 0.

13. "The Witchfinder"

A non-magical Sim suspects you. For 5 days, you must hide all magical actions from others (no spellcasting in public).

14. "Twinned Fate"

Bind your fate to another Sim. If they die, you must perform a resurrection. If you fail—they drag you to the underworld (game over for both).

15. "Boon of the Fae"

Fairies dance in your dreams. Gain §500 and a new plant seed.

16. "Crystal Crack"

A key magical item (cauldron, altar, mirror) is broken. Pay §1,000 to repair or go without for 3 days.

17. "Star-Fallen Night"

You must stargaze or use an observatory for 2 nights. At the end, gain a new inspiration or spell idea.

18. "Echoes of a Past Life"

Your Sim dreams of a life they once lived. Give them a temporary new trait (swap one out for 3 days).

19. "Oath to the Moon"

Make a vow: pick a goal you must complete before next roll. If not, you suffer a misfortune of your choosing (curse, heartbreak, etc.).

20. "Chosen by Fate"

You’ve been marked. A Sim from your bloodline becomes extremely powerful—boost all skills +2 and give them a familiar. They are now heir.

[dakusan]

Hi, so um, the bdsm was chef's kiss. So, for science obviously, how would Han ruin me?

first of all—thank you for appreciating the BDSM profiles like the fine, depraved charcuterie board they are. second of all: for science? han?

okay. let's talk about how han jisung would ruin you personally 💞

how would Han ruin you for science: han edition 🕯️

it doesn’t start filthy. it starts playful. he flirts. teases. calls you a brat with a grin. but the minute you act like one? oh sweetheart.

his voice drops. his grip tightens. and suddenly you're not laughing anymore.

han ruins you with hyperverbal domination. he talks you through every second—moaning, praising, degrading, whimpering right in your ear like a demon possessed with boyfriend energy.

“Look at you. My dumb little slut. You like being used like this, don’t you?” “You wanna be good for me? Then shut up and take it.”

he’s got a degradation kink so intense it borders on performance art. but here’s the kicker: he has a praise kink too.

“So pretty when you cry for me. Wait—no, no, baby you’re perfect, I’m just—fuck, you’re everything.”

he’ll fuck you while laughing and still make you sob. public teasing? yes. facefucking? absolutely. overstimulation? required. he’ll edge you for thirty minutes just to hear how desperate you get.

“Go ahead, baby. Beg for it. C’mon. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate.”

and once he’s broken you down to a trembling, cockdumb mess?

he clings. wraps around you like a human koala. kisses your temple 47 times. whispers, “you still like me, right?” while cleaning you up and tucking you in.

you do. you like him. no. you love him. and you’ll let him do it again tomorrow. and forever.

[cressidagrey]

I made the mistake of reading the newest White Horse chapter on my lunch break instead of after I’m done work (rookie mistake!!!). Now I have to suffer through 4 more hours of work while the worms in my brain theorize weather Charles will find out about Belle being married to Max from her new Instagram handle or when the walk into the paddock 🙃🙃🙃

I’m very excited to see the very public crash out Charles will have and for Jos to run interference with his scary dog behaviour! Let’s be real, Max is weaponizing this announcement and using it as phycological warfare for himself and the rest of the grid!!! Charles won’t be able to focus on the race with the news! I probably won’t even make it out of turn one!!!

Thoughts and prayers for you as you write what I’m assuming is going to be the most chaotic chapter ever

- 🕯️ 🕯️

🕯️cressida🕯️

- 🕯️ 🕯️

-🐀

Oh my god, I love that you’re already so invested in the chaos after reading that chapter! 😂 I can totally feel your pain, stuck at work with all those theories swirling around in your brain.

Thank you for sending thoughts and prayers as I write the upcoming chapters! 😂 I appreciate the support 🕯️

[soren-the-architect]

INTRO

anon marker: 🕯️

hello! im caspian aka @stag-beetle-baybe and i run this account! this is a soren mcsm roleplay type account

(EDIT) DISCLAIMER: This spring i might be a bit busy because im hopefully gonna start a new job soon and im also going to be starting up community theatre here soon so i might not b as active :(

i post mcsm art on there so check it out 👀

i use he/him, am ftm, 20 and uhhhhhh yea i kin soren which caused me 2 make this blog

i really hope i portray him correctly

some info and boundaries:

yume friendly! yumeshipping swag 🔥

my soren gives off the vibes of an old queer guy you'd see in public and know everything is gonna be okay. in spirit, he has blue hair and pronouns.

He doesn't know the label for it, but he is cupioromantic and caedromantic with no specificed sexuality but i def like to think he's aroace spec. he just doesn't know what it's called.

BTW, i may vent my aroace-ness through soren but i am still very much up for doing rp ships n stuff!!!! am chill with it :3

i see it like. he CAN still experience it just rarely. and if its someone he's had a previously established close bond with then i can absolutely see it happening!! i like to think he def still yearns but he excuses it with the fact he's """too busy""". anyways I'll go into more depth abt this through soren rp posts!! 🔥

he probably has undiagnosed autism

if he knew about it, soren would 100% be otherkin but sadly he doesn't know what it is💔 (.......yet)

my soren has carpal tunnel

DIVORCE! ivor and soren split up. (im open to the view of the order of the stone being a polycule that split.)

im chill with nsfw topics but do not try to bone soren in the inbox. flirting is fine. let that old man get freaky. but atleast take him out to dinner first >:(

this version of soren still lives at his old base post witherstorm.

soren also probably has a very odd schedule. i like to think he doesn't have a proper way to tell time

he often forgets to eat because he gets consumed in his work

im very sorry if i have to act mean sometimes as soren please do not take it to heart :((( im so super sorry in advance and i care you ❤️

thats all i can think of 4 now! will add anything i think of

[mihii-i]

hey hey, I saw your post about Mizu and I'm going to make a request of a oneshot, feel free to not do it if you want (my english is terrible i hope you understand)

It would be a modern AU where Mizu is in a "relationship" with the reader, but they both want to take the relationship further, become girlfriends or something like that, it could have an NSFW beginning if it fits with what you're writing.

I would also really like to see your hcs for a modern Mizu, but maybe that can be in another post 💕

juxtaposed.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, mostly sfw tho, female reader, afab reader, fingering kinda idk bro, situationship sorta??? fluff, slight angst, modern au, GIRLS KISSING OH NO, sitationship, wuh luh wuh, i have no warnings for this so im just gonna lose my shit over this gorgeous woman, this is worse than my furina obsession fyi yes your welcome for letting you guys experience this, might change my blog name to mizu’s wife instead lol, support my endeavors, the way I licked my phone when I saw her, not proofread.

A/N: OPEN THE FLOODGATESSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAA I’m so sorry whenever I rewatch bes I have the worst fucking mizu obsession and I plan on letting the whole world know about this one cause GOOD LORD HOW DID I NOT THIRST OVER HER EVERY SECOND THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED. Anyway I love her sm u guys don’t understand like I started eating my pillow 🕯️

Shallow gasps flowed out of your lips in a sudden jerk as the ridge of Mizu’s fingers nudged against your insides gently, her knuckles that were pressed against your cunt decorated with glossy heaps of your juices. Chest heaving, you could only take in your mind swirling with the rush of ecstasy that clouded every fucked our crevice of your mind, heaps of the bedsheets bundled in your fists as your eyes traced over the woman breathing heavily above you with her head lowered.

For quite some time, the two of you found yourselves drawn to each other, your own thoughts constantly racing with every aching second you spent near Mizu without holding her in some way. You couldn’t help the maelstrom of your vivid imagination racing through your mind each time you lost yourself in those icy blue eyes, utterly transfixed on the thought of her hands roaming your figure—the set goal being not to leave a single spot on you untouched.

Of course, you had always found yourself strangely attracted to her in a way apart from your carnal desires screaming within you. There you lay on the couch whenever she wasn’t in the dorm, every fiber in your body craving her arms hemmed around your waist behind you, nose buried in the crook of your neck as she would only respond to any remark of yours with a low hum. To put it simply, any action of hers, whether it was ravaging you like an untamed beast or ghosting her nails along your back to hold you close—all of them made your knees weak, chest fluttering at mental image alone.

Despite the euphoric waves that washed over you in the midst of your sexual passion, it was clear that nothing could amount to how your heart thudded in your chest at the thought of pouring out your heart and soul to her, spilling out every last drop of affection you had for this woman. Silence would frequent your reactions outside of the dorm however, typically not speaking to one another in public.

Although you wouldn’t admit such vulnerable expressions, you couldn’t help but feel a sting of sorrow whenever Mizu’s shoulder grazed past yours, acting as if you were nothing but a shadow of a human being. Sure, she opened up quite a bit around you in private, even then you acknowledged that she wasn’t a huge fan of public affection nor interaction in general. Yet you couldn’t help the burning sensation coiling within you, paired with the longing desire to scream out everything you felt until your voice went hoarse.

You knew the truth perceived in your head however. You knew with a shining clarity, clearer than the fresh water descended from the sky, of a truth that drilled a hole in your chest at the mere prospect. Her unrequited feelings should be of no importance to you, yet you could never comprehend the brimming tears that rolled down your cheeks whenever you were alone with this realization. At this point, you would sell your entire soul just to love her past this caged sexual situationship, silently longing for her love like a damned beggar.

It was of no use, was it?

Cautiously, you elevated your body off of the bed upon being able to catch your breath, gaze still fixated on her lowered head. You swallowed thickly at the sight of Mizu’s face locked onto dampened sheets below her, eyes empty as her breath didn’t seem to even out after a while. Her demeanor nearly made her seem unapproachable, of course anyone who was this stoic and menacing appearance wise would repel anyone close by, so saying it was surprising wouldn’t be a the best choice of words.

“Mizu…?”

She didn’t respond.

Your blood ran cold with each lingering breath that hung in the air as Mizu’s gaze hadn’t once rose to meet yours, her ragged pants becoming more and more prevalent in the ghastly silence enveloped the two of you. You felt your stomach uncomfortably churn as you gazed upon her, skin flushed and hair spilling along her shoulders. Finally, she raised her eyes to meet your gaze.

Her irises bore into you with a piercing glint of an unreadable sense, goosebumps blooming your skin as an uneasy chill trickled down your spine. Mizu’s quiet demeanor only served to accentuate the discomfited flurry racing in your head, your mind scrambling together every possible thing you could’ve done wrong. You looked her up and down nervously, glancing down at the blanket fitted snug over her chest until she finally opened her mouth to break the silence.

“(Name).”

She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth in a pause, her voice slightly shaky. Mizu’s fingers curled around the blanket heaped over her chest, grasping onto it to compose her thoughts. This might be the first time you’ve ever seen her this apprehensive, especially after sex.

“I can’t do this anymore…I don’t want to do this anymore.” She breathed out, swallowing back her usual stoic demeanor to leave herself open to you as she shifted closer, shoulder pressing to yours. Initially, her words formed a lump in your throat with the wrong idea. Did she want to stop? Were you pissing her off? What the hell did you do different this time that she hated? Damn it- what made her snap?

You swallowed back the sob crawling up your throat, threatening to spill out. The intense pulsating sensation in your chest from perturbation juxtaposed the initial throb that resided in your chest from pleasure. Yet you kept your impulsive reaction to yourself, taking in a breath to hear her out as you were sure she wasn’t entirely done with her sentence. To which, you would in fact be right.

“What do you mean by that..?”

“I can’t keep up this whole sex without feelings shit. I can’t keep pretending towards you like this.” She sighed, eyes heavy and clouded with something you could only observe as guilt.

“You have no idea how much I care for you, no idea how much I’d give for you. I think I like you more than just wanting to have sex with you.”

Mizu stated her feelings bluntly, muscles visibly tensing upon articulating her thoughts out loud. She awaited your response, a sour expression on her face to prepare for an inevitable rejection or negative response. Much to her surprise, you felt a strange warmth bubble up within you at her tender words, each string of things she said sparking a feeling rich like velvet.

Your fingertips danced along the defined skin of her cheek, pinky finger slipping below her jawline to caress every bit of her face with nothing but pure adoration. Mizu’s breath hitched at your feather light touch, involuntarily leaning into it-—craving more. Oddly enough, her initial anxiety built up was washed over with an unfamiliar fluffy feeling, a sort of flame ignited within her as your fingers traced the ridges along her face.

Smiling, your eyes roamed over her lithe yet muscular figure, taking in her entrancing beauty as if you were eating her up with your eyes alone. God, she was perfect. You found yourself questioning whether you were enveloped in the grace of a dream right now, blinking twice to affirm that this woman did in fact love you back. You reached over slowly, inching your hand closer and closer to her resting hand before running your palm over the top of her hand and tracing along her knuckles.

Fingers laced in hers, you took in a breath, lips ghosting over her cheek at a dangerously close level. Mizu’s face grew hot from your proximity, strands of hair shrouding the sides of her face to shield her embarrassing expression atleast a little, anticipation piling in her stomach. She leaned on the weight of her arms a little, anything to gain some semblance of stability as her usually stoic self completely crumbled near you in this moment. You hummed softly, drawing your lips back to speak.

“Well…do you wanna try it then?”

She glanced over at you with a puzzled expression, cocking her head.

“Try what?”

“Dating, obviously. I think we could work out honestly, and I’ve been dying to be your girlfriend for a while- you don’t even know.” You admitted, stumbling over your words a little at that last part.

Your heart nearly melted at the sight of the rare, small smile on Mizu’s face that met your statement. It was clear by the look in her eyes that she was genuinely happy. A rare occurrence. Unable to help the affectionate chuckle that left you at her expression, you gently cupped her face on both sides, palms flat against her cheekbones as you pulled her in for a brief kiss against her smooth lips.

Mizu closed her eyes, exhaling at the endearing gesture that ended as quickly as it began. She let out a quiet laugh in response, arm snaking around the curve of your waist as she reclined back into the comfort of the bed, sinking into the plush mattress in bliss. You rested your hand atop the edge of the glass window near the bed, lifting it up to allow a relaxing jet of wind to glide along your face. Falling back into the covers beside her, you draped your arm gently over the edge of her shoulder.

She aimlessly stretched her palm flat against the bedside table, shuffling for her tinted orange glasses situated next to the digital alarm clock. Grasping her hand, you coaxed her to stop her from grabbing her glasses, using your freehand to turn her head towards you.

“Don’t. I want to look into your eyes a bit longer.”

Mizu blinked, before her gaze was consumed by a sort of dreamy appearance that allowed you to get lost in those sky blue eyes, as if you were staring out into the vast ocean itself.

Nothing mattered in this moment. Mizu’s love was more than enough for you to fall back into a trace in her arms.

A/N: um hello I love how this turned out ANYWAY I LIED IM NOT GONNA LEAVE UNTIL 2025 THAT WAS ME BEING DRAMATIC IM BACK BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVEN probably cause im far too obsessed with mizu

Anyway I can’t give a full list of hcs here but here’s one headcanon for modern mizu—I feel like she would get really easily annoyed in public spaces around obnoxious people, like she’d hold herself back from slapping someone in a bar full of drunk boys.

I got so frustrated over my homework I started cussing at it in telugu help

also I might change my blog name from k0yaz to mihi or smn close to that (probably cause it’s literally my nickname and I’m at risk of someone homophobic finding my account if they see k0yaz) SOOOOO if you see a username change ITS STILL ME PLEASE anyway bye love yall im totally normal over this woman is it obvious ngl this fic looks short I hope it’s not pls don’t be short I spent so much time on this.

[michanvalentine]

🦇 [VAMPSTAGRAM POST – @cazador.official] 📸 Photo: Cazador striking a theatrical pose on a gothic chaise longue, stroking an albino greyhound with a single black-lacquered fingernail. Behind him, a massive stained glass window, where trained slipper-throwing bats form the family crest. A steaming cup of Bloodccino sits proudly on the table beside him.

📝 CAPTION: The public wanted it. The writers demanded it. And I, in my superior generosity, have granted it.

Yes, three of my misfor—children will appear in Blooderella: a Bite Before Midnight.

✨ Astarion, my loudest and most irritating little pet, will play the lead. The script called for someone as powerless, pathetic, and desperate as Cinderella. Naturally, he was the perfect fit.

✨ Petras and Dalyria complete the tragic trio. One believes himself an unappreciated diva because he’s too stupid to feel shame. The other feels unappreciated but not a diva—because she’s far too intelligent to forget her rightful place.

It’s a casting choice that reflects my boundless paternal tolerance. …Or perhaps simply my desire to laugh.

Let this be a lesson: even scum can sparkle, if you drown it in enough glitter.

💔 To the unchosen: Leon, Violet, Yousen, Aurelia… Weep in silence. You disturb my rest. 🕯️

#Blooderella #CastingCurses #GlitterIsAFacade #VampireLordProblems #DaddyCazadorSaysSo #LetThemSparkle #MayTheTrashConsumeYou #YesHeIsMySonButKeepItQuiet #ThisIsNotADemocracyItsACult #AllINeedIsMyBloodccino

💬 COMMENTS:

@FangirlForever: I can’t wait to see Astarion in the lead role! He’s going to be as charming as ever. #TeamAstarion 🖤

@Leon_vampnotdandy: Oh, how honored I am not to have been chosen, my noble and far-sighted Master. It’s my fault you didn’t notice me, next time I’ll explode into glitter just for you. For now, I’ll remain in the shadows, where true greatness works in silence. Thank you for the lesson in humility.

@astarion.spawn (replying to @Leon_vampnotdandy): Glitter won’t save you, darling. But by all means—do the world a favor and go ahead, explode.

@ShadowLover: Lord Cazador is so generous for lending out his spawn for this production. But I can’t help wondering... what’s his real game? 👀

@dramaqueen666: I didn’t want anything and now I want EVERYTHING. Blooderella is going to be my new weekly horoscope. 🔮

@SunlightJustice: Wait, we’re romanticizing the guy who used to lick the floors of the Crimson Palace? Cool cool cool. What’s next, a musical number for the bats?

@astarion.spawn (replying to @SunlightJustice): Oh please, darling. I licked the floors better than you’ve ever walked them. And I didn’t do it for likes.

@BatsAndLashes: If Astarion doesn’t sing at least one musical number in Act 3, I’m filing a complaint. To whom? I DON’T KNOW, BUT I’M DOING IT. 🦇🎤

@Violet.Redrum: I screamed into the cosmic void for centuries, but apparently I don’t have the right vocal range for Hollywood. I’ll have you know I can scream in five different keys. FIVE. Goodey knows. In any case, Master Cazador, I thank you most graciously for sparing me the embarrassment of performing alongside certain siblings. Your magnanimity knows no equal.

@petras_the_icon (replying to @Violet.Redrum): Oh Violet, it's always a delight to hear your five-tone screaming echo through the dungeons. Shame not one of them is ‘talent’. But please, do scream a little louder—maybe the director will cast you as a haunted doll.

@NotMyCinderella: Blooderella? More like Cringearella. 🙄🫠 I’ve seen better plots in cursed scrolls.

@TeamRatsNotBats: Petras has all the acting depth of a moldy crypt door. Just saying.

@astarion.spawn (replying to @TeamRatsNotBats): Petras has depth. It’s just... at the bottom of a very dramatic puddle. @petras_the_icon (replying to @TeamRatsNotBats): Go back to watching videos on VerminTube. But thank you for your critique, oh great expert in absolutely nothing with a PhD in cosmic mediocrity. This is art, not a buffet for rats. @petras_the_icon (replying to @astarion.spawn): A puddle, you say? Ironic, considering you're the lead… and yet everyone keeps falling into me. Go talk to the makeup artist because you always look like you just crawled out of a nervous breakdown dusted in glitter, my dear big brother.

@MidnightPopcorn: Let me get this straight: it’s Cinderella... but with trained bats, gossip, and fireproof eyeliner?! I’M IN.

@fang_frenzy88: Petras already spoiled the ending on VampTok. He said, “the true heir to the drama is the misunderstood one in 6-inch heels.” SEND HELP. 🆘😂

@ObscureOpinions: What if Blooderella is actually a metaphor for unresolved family trauma? 🤔🧠💔

@SparkleDeath (replying to @ObscureOpinions): Shhh, you. We just want tulle and drama. ✨ @astarion.spawn (replying to @ObscureOpinions): Blooderella isn’t a metaphor. It’s a cry for help disguised as a musical satire with sparkly corsets.

@Yousen_grimfangs: A star is born,” they said. But no, it’s always the same child. The one with the personalized insults and the "paternal smackdown" slipper with his name written on it. But don’t worry, Father, I’ll be backstage… crying in silence as you requested. I wasn’t ready for fame. Astarion is, of course. He’s always… so good at acting.

@astarion.spawn (replying to @Yousen_grimfangs): Acting? No, I’m SURVIVING.

@astarion.spawn: Let’s get one thing straight, darlings. I did not agree to play Blooderella. I was hooded, dragged off, and put in makeup while screaming ‘I’M NOT A FINAL GIRL!’ Now I’m dancing with CGI bats and saying ‘Oh no, the prince!’ in a tragic Greek accent because Cazador decided it would be funny. Burn me. With style.

@dalyria_theonlysaneone (replying to @astarion.spawn): Dancing with CGI bats is just the beginning. Next comes the glitter mist, the musical number that wasn’t in the script, and the “spontaneous” blood fountain scene. …We’re puppets, Astarion. Dancing in a glitter-coated cage. Why do none of you see it? @yousen_grimfangs (replying to @astarion.spawn): Every day I wake up, stretch, do a light bloodletting on the nearest rat, and remind myself: “I could’ve been a star. But no. They picked the whiny one with the hero complex.” It’s all good. I’m totally fine. I’ll be backstage, reciting your lines better than you ever could. Enjoy the glitter, “Blooderella.” @violet.redrum (replying to @astarion.spawn): Some of us would have KILLED for that role. Literally. But you got the lead, because the Master finds you “amusing.” Congrats. Truly. I’m not bitter. (P.S. I could’ve screamed better.) @aurelia.whispers (replying to @astarion.spawn): I-I mean… it could’ve been me, but then everyone would look at me and I’d have to talk and… No, thank you. (Still, Astarion’s cloak is very nice. I bet it smells like tragic decisions and expensive soap.) @leon_vampnotdandy (replying to @astarion.spawn): Look, I’m not saying I would’ve made a better Blooderella… Actually, yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. You’re out there fake-sobbing over a CGI bats while I’m over here dodging Cazador’s enchanted slippers of disapproval. Must be nice to be the family’s favorite unwilling star. @petras_the_icon (replying to @astarion.spawn): Oh please. I was born for that role. I have the cheekbones, the charisma, the range. But no, let’s give the lead to the family’s walking trauma memoir in eyeliner. I weep for cinema. And yes, I do look better in tulle, thanks for asking.

@DarkKnight42: Astarion in tulle is the fashion icon we didn’t know we needed. You’re always stunning. ✨🖤 #VampireChic

@astarion.spawn (replying to @DarkKnight42): I'm stunning even while disintegrating, but that doesn’t mean it’s my hobby—for all the sweet bloody hells!

@Aurelia.whispers: Oh… no thank you. Too much attention. Too many people. Too many spotlights. I… I’m fainting. (P.S. I would like a cloak like Astarion’s though, for my wildest dreams at least…)

@dalyria_theonlysaneone (replying to @Aurelia.whispers): You too, Aurelia... I tried. I tried to disappear. Wrapped myself in a stage drape and downed an expired invisibility potion. Now I have fluorescent eyebrows and the director calls me “Comic Relief #2.” But everything’s fine. Perfectly… choreographed. It’ll end. Eventually. This isn’t a dream, Aurelia—wake up! It’s a nightmare!

@MoonlitMelody: He can complain all he wants, but we know he secretly loves it. #DivaStarion 👑🦇✨

@astarion.spawn (replying to @MoonlitMelody): Secretly love it? Darling, I screamed when I saw the script. And not in a theatrical way. In an actual, please-end-me-now sort of way.

@CrimsonLips: Even when he’s sarcastic, he’s irresistible. 😏💋 Can’t wait to see him in Blooderella!

@BloodtiniSnob: "Bloodccino product placement in every scene? Really? What’s next, undead influencers doing makeup tutorials mid-fight?" 💄⚔️📸

@CazadorFanNo1: This is an insult to Lord Cazador’s artistic vision. He should’ve played all the roles himself.

@astarion.spawn (replying to @CazadorFanNo1): He tried. Truly. But even the camera fled his angles in terror.

@Cazador.official (replies to all): Let the cattle be silent. 🐄🤫

To the unchosen: Your comments will be taken into consideration over the next century. Maybe. Anyway your efforts to seem relevant are… endearing. 🐁❤️ But remember: my affection is measured in silence and obedience. Keep it up. Perhaps next time I’ll grant you a background. Or a role as a tree. A dead one.

ASTARION. Stop it and get back to scrubbing the floors with your tongue. 👅🧽 And I’m still waiting for my ritual slippers—where in the bloody hell did you put them you miserable little wretch?! 😡🩸🧛‍♂️

[hearth4days]

Gonna give you a lot bc there's so many good ones

🐾📿🦇🕯📨 for any or all of your 7tgh characters?

🦎 Shu 🌌 Kurogiri 🗡️ Stain 🖐 Tomura 🥔 Zen

[ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤWhat is a fear they never talk about ?

🦎 He is so so scared of dogs and also large bodies of water

🌌 Really hates enclosed spaces

🗡️ He doesn't talk about any of them lmao see a therapist. Post Tartarus he freaks out if he's restrained at all or around a lot of white which he's very embarassed about

🖐 He also does not like dogs, though he never really knew why until unrepressing his family's deaths. He's gotten over it a little after gaining more control over his quirk

🥔 More than anything he really hates vulnerability and refuses to show it to anyone but Kurogiri and Ujiko. He's very good at masking any weakness he might have, such as being completely blind and only relying on his radar quirk, or his emotional dependence on Daruma

[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤWhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ?

🦎 N/a

🌌 Kurogiri has OCD, so its whole life is basically superstitions and rituals. It is particularly anal about how/when it cleans, doing things at specific times, walking and moving its body certain ways, and is very paranoid that little things could set off really terrible consequences if not done perfectly. This is traumagenic and not helped by AfO obviously

🗡️ Mostly religious ones. He isn't really religious himself as an adult, but his delusions got hands. He prays a lot, "punishes himself for his sins", follows a strict moral code he's set for himself, etc. Extreme perfectionist when it comes to his morals which is just. More OCD hfhfhd I have to give my blorbos my OCD

🖐 Even after his quirk awakening, he still touches things with only 4 fingers at a time. It's instinct after 14 years of doing so, so he never bothered making himself do otherwise

🥔 Absolutely refuses to have a routine or schedule. He's used to having a lot of people wanting him dead, so he's habitually careful to not let anyone he doesn't trust know anything about him or his whereabouts

[ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤDo animals like them instinctively ?

🦎 He avoids animals whenever possible and generally does not like them, so they don't tend to like him either. Chi is a special exception

🌌 Yes. It still likes cats more than other kinds of animals, but it likes them in general and they tend to be pretty trusting of it

🗡️ He and animals have a long history of beef as he had a tendency to eat them as a kid to deal with his blood cravings. Spinner would be delighted to hear he's a good kinnie (or factive but I digress)

🖐 Another guy who is not good with animals. He's mostly just not around any enough to know how to act around them

🥔 He has to have some kind of animal quirk. Or several. He could summon birds to kamikaze people if he wanted

[ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤWhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?

🦎 Mostly specific instances of bullying tend to stick in his head. One he rotates around a lot is when someone pretended to date him to make fun of him and humiliated him in public. Teehee

🌌 With the device it's very unbothered by the past and doesn't tend to waste time thinking about it. Without it, it spends a lot of time going over the things it's done under orders

🗡️ Killing his parents. The emotions that come with this memory vary day to day

🖐 Everything that makes him angry. One thing feeds into another, and he's usually left really pissed off and thinking of a million things

🥔 Yoichi's death, and generally just anything to do with his brother. He spends a lot of time wondering how things could have gone differently for the two of them

[ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤWhat kind of letter would they write but never send ?

🦎 A lot of death threats to people in his hometown

🌌 It really would like to talk to its old family and friends, but avoids it to not upset anyone who didn't hear about his fate as a nomu

🗡️ I didn't give him anyone to write letters to <3 die alone loser /affectionate

🖐 He has a lot to say to All for One and Kurogiri about his upbringing, but he's not really a letter guy. He'd be more likely to shout in their faces about it. He usually says what he wants to say without regrets

🥔 N/a

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okay sorry this one's a lot but I'm sooooo curious about your thoughts here. you don't have to answer all of them!! I'm just very indecisive I have no idea which ones to pick but They're in my head rn

☂️🕊️🔒🪢🌊🕯️🧩🌀 kim

☂️🕊️🔒💼📿🪢🌊🕯️🧩🍻🌀 jean

OMG OMG OMG THANK YOU AHHHHH i do want to answer them all!! but i think it'll get quite long. this response will be JUST Kim thoughts and then I'll reblog this later with all the Jean ones

Do they crave touch or fear it?

So we know Kim doesn't fear casual touch really at all, he doesn't hesitate to reach out for a pat, but I do think he'd be very careful and very aware of engaging in any touch in public that could be interpreted non-platonically. But he also, I think, craves the freedom to hold hands and kiss in public. Maybe in better times the next generation will not have to be so scared of it, but not currently, and not for him.

When did they feel the safest?

This is very interesting to think about because currently it doesn't feel like Kim feels all that safe in his day to day life. Like, he has a dangerous as hell job and he's very quickly to assume the deadliest scenario and think about the things he needs to do to keep others safe (and primarily others in my mind, I think he is refusing to deal with some serious survivor's guilt and wouldn't hesitate really at all in sacrificing himself for others).

I think he feels safest when alone in his home/space. Especially if the doors are locked and he isn't sitting with his back against them/any windows. He probably has his favorite armchair positioned in the exact right position to see everything he needs to and only then does that prickly, fearful voice in the back of his mind finally quiet down.

What is a secret they've sworn never to tell?

Oh this one was really hard for me to picture, and my first instinct was to imagine another sad moment from his childhood, but I don't want to keep doing that to Kim! Not every minute of his time growing up is angsty!

I can picture him late teens to early 20s, before he joined the RCM (I doublechecked and it says he joined at age 23) and he was getting high with his temporary group of friends. This is during his rebellious phase, and I think he bought the weed they were all smoking at the time, and it's getting late. Everyone but him and one other guy in the group are passed out and they're talking, and the guy is blasted so he confesses to Kim that he has a crush on him but then immediately starts panicking. Gets Kim to swear to not tell anyone, he just needed to tell somebody cause it was eating him up inside. And Kim swore to not tell anyone. Did they become a thing? I don't think so, maybe they kissed though.

When was the last time they broke a promise?

GAH THIS ONE IS ALSO HARD TO PICTURE

For his job, he has to give a lot of promises that he has no way of actually following through even if he wants to. He probably promised a ton of kids that everything was going to work out just fine when he knows they likely aren't.

When was the last time they cried?

He tries to be so composed in public that I can imagine him coming home from a bad day and lingers at the kitchen sink for a little bit, in complete silence, not even taking his jacket off yet. And the weight of the day just gets progressively heavier and heavier and he lets himself cry for a little and then he goes and takes a shower. This isn't enough to have his daily cigarette early though.

This happens more often then it probably should. Couple of times a month.

What memory do they replay when they're alone?

He probably remembers a lot of kids that he came across in his time as a juvie cop. Kids he feels like he failed, ones he feels like he helped but didn't help enough. They stick with him.

What's a truth about themselves they refuse to admit?

HE'S GOT CONTROL ISSUESSSS I think he refuses to acknowledge that he has major control issues

Like?? His reasoning for taking the fuck the world and piss f//got jackets is just he doesn't want them to have it. Literally he sees other people doing something he doesn't like and doesn't get why and he uses his power as a cop to put a stop to it. He doesn't see this as control issues or that he's abusing his power and he thinks this is just a completely rational and okay thing for him to do.

Do they have a recurring dream or nightmare?

I cannot remember if this is actually canon or is a headcanon I've believed for so long that I forgot it is a HC, but I know he has a regular reoccurring nightmare about the incident where Dom dies. And it's centered on how he feels like he failed him and didn't do enough.

and this is unrelated from the thoughts I just shared, but whenever I think about Kim's nightmares I think of this fanfic from an anonymous author and I think it's very written written. Highly recommended! It does explore bullying and has scary/nightmarish imagery.

WOO THIS WAS FUN and I typed a lot O.O I'll answer Jean's a little later! Thank you again anon <3 <3