#(also this may or may not be a plug for my fic which is in the works because ota/yuri is not the main couple

[fatuismooches]

The Fatui's Handbook to Interacting with [Name]

Below is a set of rules one must follow when speaking with [Name], Lord Harbinger Il Dottore's spouse. These rules may seem simple but do not be deceived. Even the oldest employees here have trouble with them, which is why the handbook is constantly being updated. Good luck. If you have any additions please let us know.

~ Above all else, do not make them sad, and do not make them cry. Bad things will happen if you do.

~ Do not ignore them if they speak to you. Do not be dry either, it will make them sad. One must find the right balance in conversation. They enjoy anything really, and will be excited to listen to anything you have to share. If you manage to make them smile or even laugh, give yourself a pat on the back, for they will probably make sure you aren't selected for one of the Doctor's tests. But do not overstep from there. The Doctor doesn't like other people getting too close to what's his.

~ Do not mention any other God besides Her Highness the Tsaritsa in front of them.

~ Do not mention their illness unless they bring it up first.

~ Do not speak poorly of Lord Dottore or his segments in front of them. They will get mad, and then bad things will happen. (You do not want to find out what "bad things" include.)

~ Do not speak poorly of them in front of Lord Dottore obviously, but also watch your words around Lord Pantalone, Lord Tartaglia, and Lord Columbina.

~ If [Name] and Lord Dottore or a segment engage in affection in front of you, do not look at them, and leave the room if possible. If not, continue working as if they're not there.

~ Complimenting their relationship with Lord Dottore will result in lots of smiling and giggling from [Name]. However, do not ever mention anything of the sort to Lord Dottore.

~ Feel free to ask [Name] for guidance or help around the lab. They would be happy to share their knowledge with you if possible. However, only do this if Lord Dottore is not around. He doesn't like to see others bothering them.

More rules -> x

Since you guys like this so much, I'll shamefully plug my fic here (if you like soft Dottore and more fragile reader!!)

[keeira2]

OFF LIMITS (PART2)

part 1 >> part 2

s2rafe cameron x barryslittlesister!reader

summary: rafe and y/n meet again, but when barry has to leave them alone together, they just can’t control themselves..

warnings: drugs mentioned, drug use, snorting, smoking, kissing?, smut, more smut, uhh smut, degrading, sort of manipulation if u squint, swearing, dark!rafe and soft!rafe in the same fic!! :O MDNI 18+ ONLY, if i miss any pls lmk!!

a/n: i js realised i messed up the first part smh so ima fix that now but i’m actually rlly enjoying writing this, mayb i’m ass nd nobody’s saying anything but if anyone likes it ily, this ones def smutty so pls viewer discretion!! also if ppl want more parts lmk cs i’m happy to write more :33

weeks went by without even thinking of ur encounter with the not so charming kook..

another boring day at home by yourself once again, so ur snorting lines on ur vanity after dolling urself up with ur perfectly trashy makeup nd freshly washed hair.

ur wearing a thrifted tshirt which ended right at ur belly button, ur fav denim shorts which left nothing to the imagination and ur stripy thigh high socks.

a loud slam of the door and bickering voices interrupt ur lovely high followed by barrys speaker blasting some nasty music “barry!!” you yell out in frustration, he turned it up louder. finally you had enough, storming out to the living room, slamming ur door shut and prepared to go off until your stopped by the sight of barry smoking a j with none other than the kook.

fuck he looked so good with his hair all messy, his eyes glossy nd exhaling the smoke. but he couldn’t know that, you can almost smell is ego, u can’t let yourself feed into it. so you ignore his smirk as he watches you, arms crossed standing there with ur brows furrowed.

“barry! shut that shit off it’s too loud!” barry just looks at you with half shut eyes and laughs faintly before inhaling again. jesus do i have to do everything myself??

you stomp over to where the speaker is sitting and unplug it, causing very stoned barry to turn around in frustration “HEY! what’d you do that for? we’re js chillin’” hes slurring over his words, yk damn well he’s not gonna listen to you.

you plug the speaker back in, earning cheers from barry and the kook, “yeh yeh whatever barry. js give me some” your tone riddled in sarcasm you drop down on the couch between them, snatching the blunt out of barrys hand, taking a longgg, NEEDED inhale before blowing it out. you lean back into the plushy couch, savouring the feeling.

you can feel the kooks burning gaze as he eyes you up and down, his tongue grazing his lower lip before looking back up again. ‘if i’m gonna sit through this i may as well be fucked up’ you stand up quickly and rush to your room , his eyes following you, you grab ur pink glittery bong from ur vanity which is covered in the cuntiest charms.

you skip back to the living room to see barry heading towards the front door, “where’re u going?” you ask confused.

“gotta go handle some things i’ll be back by tonight. don’t let rafe bother you too much, alright?” he doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before tucking his gun into his shorts and slamming the door behind him.

rafe, huh? cute.. for a kook. you plop down right next to him, bong in hand. while ur packing you hear a groan from behind you. turning around rafe has his head back against the couch, peaking to where your ass meets the pillowy cushions. “eyes are up here rafe” you scoff before the cone piece is full. snatching the lighter out of rafes hand nd ripping the massive cone until your mouth is completly dry nd ur throat starts to burn.

“mmhm, love it when you say my name,” he whispers behind you ,”your rlly pretty, yk that?”your thighs impulsively clench together when he eyes you down once again. the weed is officially taking affect, you rest ur head back into the couch and rafe slips his arm around ur shoulder, scooching closer to you. ‘woww so smooth’ u think to yourself, rolling your eyes.

don’t get me wrong hes got a massive ego, he’s arrogant and he’s cocky. BUT he’s so insanely hot nd u rllyy wanna fuck him. with barry gone you have the perfect opportunity, nd u know he wants it too.

you move ur head to the side to look at him, his lustful eyes already piercing through yours, your thighs noticeably squirming together, you need him so bad.

he leans in until your lips meet his. starting off soft nd slow, quickly turns into tongue and teeth, he’s desperate for you nd u can feel his massive bulge when he takes ur hand to cover it.

“feel how hard you make me, hm?” he groans.

his hands holding ur waist greedily, as if he’s afraid you’ll run away.

“do u wanna fuck me?” you pull back staring at him with doe eyes, ur hands to his chest. impressed with your boldness he eagerly nods before leaning into another hungry kiss, but you pull away.

you snatch his hand and lead him into your room, immediately pushing him onto the bed. you have full control, it’s not usually your preference but it works. ripping off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in ur bra, panties, nd ur thigh highs, coming up to straddle his lap. you hold his jaw in ur hand and kiss him ravenously. u eventually tug at his shirt in attempt to pull it off, finally breaking the kiss he rips it off and pulls u in again.

“ur so fucking hot y/n,” he moans into the kiss, “gonna have you begging for me, princess.”

you feel him suddenly crawl out from under you and throw you into the bed, you can’t help but let out a squeal when he pulls u by your hips and starts ripping ur panties down. “ur a fucking slut, only just learnt my name nd ur already squirming under me, basically begging me to fuck you.” he lands a hard smack to your ass before tugging at his belt, letting his jeans fall, nd pushing his boxers down just enough for his huge veiny cock to sit up hitting his stomach.

ur head turned nd u whimper at the sight of it, u already know he’s gonna stretch you out. he loves the look of fear in ur eyes as u take him in but harshly puts his hand on the back of ur head pushing ur face into the pillows. without any warning at all, he starts ploughing his massive cock into ur soaked tight cunt. you scream at the impact, tears welling in your eyes as he fucks you with no remorse.

“r-rafe, ah fuck PLEASE,” you plead, “s-slower!!” the sound of you making him plough even deeper and harsher into ur desperate cunt.

“ur gonna fucking take it like the filthy whore you are,” he groans, making you instantly wetter, the pleasure and pain making you so so close.

your full on sobbing now, but you fucking love it. another harsh smack to ur ass, “quit fucking crying unless you want me to really hurt you” his degrading words make you squeeze around his cock, ur hands gripping ur sheets as you scream out, “fuckkkkk rafe” your body shaking when ur met with the most mind blowing orgasm of ur life, ur literally seeing stars.

“ah fuck” u hear from rafe, feeling his thrusts get sloppier and his warm come filling ur swollen pussy. the overstimulation making your legs shake uncontrollably.

finally his thrusts stop and he releases his tight grip from ur head, collapsing next to you.

ur sobs are now quiet whimpers, his cum dripping down ur thighs. he turns his body to face yours, his hand cupping your cheek.

“shh, don’t cry beautiful, u took it so fucking well” he comforts you, which surprisingly made you feel so much better. he pulls you onto his bare chest, his hand now playing with your hair.

the warm feeling of ur body sprawled across his makes his heart swell. u are perfect, and he’s gonna fucking ruin you.

[angelsdxmise]

METANOIA

Pt. 2 to ORPHIC

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when Bakugou is paired with a girl that’s not spared a glance for a project, he wants to explode. Why does his mind keep going blank when he looks at you then?

Contains: tiny bit of angst, readers a little hopeless, imagine the rest urself, there might be profanity idk i dont remember

a/n: 2.7k words 😔 plz consider reblogging and sending requests! btw pls remember italics mean reader is thinking. enjoy the fic ❤️

Your dorm room matched your personality somehow, and then again, it didn’t. 

It had posters, a TV, and a bookshelf filled with figures from your favorite mangas, decorative sculptures everywhere, and classic LEDs. Your room seemed to also have a main color, which was black. Though it managed to maintain some color. 

Thank the gods you had cleaned your room when you finished eating, because if you hadn’t it would’ve been very much flammable. You usually wouldn’t be worried about it, but since someone who has quite a destructive quirk turned up to your dorm demanding to be let in, you felt relieved.

A low, calming rhythm played on your speaker as you reviewed your slides. An herbal incense flooded your senses as you relaxed. You were so calm that you almost forgot Bakugou was next to you.

“Hey, I think you forgot to add my quirk’s drawbacks.” You flatly spoke. You never looked away from your laptop as your brows furrowed in utter concentration. You moved your hair out your face, slightly fanning yourself as you breathed out short huffs. You closed your balcony doors and turned your fan off to have your incense earlier, which you may have regretted.

Bakugou held back a long groan as he added another slide. “Tell me what they are.” He grumbled in a stale tone. He wanted to plug his nose and ears since he wasn’t used to such a strong smell. While you explained your quirk drawbacks and the reason for them, he cut you off in the middle of the sentence to ask,

“Is that a Rob Zombie poster?” 

Your head perked up in acknowledgment as you lost focus due to your zeal. Does he like Rob Zombie? Am I dreaming right now? “Uh, yeah.. do you--do you not like him?” You stammered out. A pang of shame ran through you, he was just a boy with a bad temper. There’s no point in being so scared.

“Why else would I be asking about it?!” He yelled, which put a beaming smile on your face. “Sorry! You don’t—I mean, you just surprised me!” You quickly explained, “I can play some of his songs, or you could just put your own playlist on my speaker.”

You took his phone and connected it to the speaker which temporarily paused your music, and handed it back to him which he aggressively snatched. Once he finally picked a playlist after scrolling endlessly, you actually ended up having similar music tastes. “I never took you for someone who liked a lot of rock bands, but for some reason, I’m not that surprised.” You played with the bracelets on your wrists as you admitted the last part of your sentence.

Bakugou took note of this and took his fingers off his keyboard. “You’ve learned something new then.” He shut his laptop and put his study supplies in the bag. Your voice made him pause for a moment. “Could you uh, send me the playlist? You don’t have to, I just like your taste.” 

He set his bag down and looked at you. “Give me your phone number.” He abruptly said, taking you off guard. “Huh?!” 

“I need your number to send the link, dumbass!” He snatched your phone out of your hands and made a new contact of himself. He didn’t even bother giving it a name. He kept muttering words you couldn’t make out, so you felt a little scared. When he stood, you quickly called out a thank you which he acknowledged with a small wave before closing your door.

At the sound of your door closing, you just sat there processing what happened. A smile didn’t leave your face and you didn’t feel any shame to force it to go away. Days like this were unusual for someone like you. Being on good terms with the most hot-headed student at UA. It’s best to say you had a peaceful sleep that night.

For once you had hope for your school life. Maybe you could save your social life a little. But, of course, your desires seem impossible to reach once you return to class. 

Your head rested against your desk as one of your hands reached down to pull your tights down, then came back up to cover your ear. It seems today was a cheerful day for the others as you overheard many of them talking about how their project would get full scores for how lucky they were with their partners.

Then, there were the booming voices of annoying teenage boys. Especially Mineta. You felt like you should start wearing pants to school in fear of him crawling under your desk and violating you in every way possible. Is this what Hell is like? Am I in the deepest circle?

Thankfully the class had quieted down immediately when Aizawa burst through the Class 1-A doors that were ginormous for some apparent reason. His voice made your head lift up in a stalled manner, as you felt sluggish today. You had been skipping on your nightly skincare, so your eyebags were still a little noticeable. 

You set your head in your palm as you wrote what you could manage, but ended up dozing off near the last hours. Even with a good sleep, you still managed to be exhausted. It’s difficult to live. 

You and your mom had left your dad and moved to Musutafu. You had to take what you could get when you got accepted into U.A. Honestly, you felt envious of people such as Yaoyorozu and Aoyama. You never really bought from designer brands when times were rough, and your mother had to alternate jobs.

As school ends and you’re on your way back to the dorms, you decide to take a quick walk down to any convenience store you can find. You held onto the strap of your backpack as you walked into the closest one, your eyes scanning for some bento sets. 

Once your eyes had landed on them, you selected one and made sure you had enough money to spare after purchasing it. Usually, the cashier for this store was shitty and had an attitude for no reason. But of course, you didn’t know his life so you tried to not judge. 

Confusion took hold of your senses as you didn’t see any cashier there. Oh well. You placed half the amount the bento costs on the counter, not necessarily stealing it, but giving what you felt he deserved. You put the rest of your money in your backpack’s side pocket as you made your way back to your dorm. 

A long walk is an understatement. It felt like 10 years was what it took to walk up that hill, wiping your forehead constantly as short huffs came from your throat. You opened the door to the dorms and darted straight for the elevator. The cool air made you relax for a moment before a beep came, and your feet dragged you out.

You woke up as your eyes spotted a small pouch sitting in front of your door. What’s this?.. you mused for a minute before picking it up and opening the door, a sudden warmth hitting your skin as you reached for your fan. You shut the door behind you as you hurriedly sat on your bed to open it up.

You reached for a small note that was inside which read, “I don’t know how you handle that herbal shit, use this.” Oh, it came from Bakugou. Your hands found another item, a cylinder-shaped object that made your eyes brighten in excitement as you quickly pulled it out.

He got me incense! An expensive one at that, no way! You flipped the incense packaging around, which read ‘Kitowa’. 

You stood to turn your fan off and went to your nightstand to replace your current incense with the gifted one. Once your lighter’s flame had hit the tip of the incense stick, a light woody smell filled your room which made your body slump and release a huge breath you didn’t know you were holding.

I should send him a thanks, it’s the least I could do. You reached over for your phone and opened his contact. You quickly typed out a ‘thank you for the incense Bakugou! It smells really nice.’ and stared at your message for a moment. You were pondering over your own message, and also making the realization that you were nervous.

You were genuinely nervous and giddy at the same time to send this text. You got over it anyway and made haste to throw your phone across the bed before kicking your shoes off and face-planting into your pillow. You didn’t make an effort to change as you succumbed to the exhaustion.

A loud knock woke you up, your eyes didn’t open as you sat up, trying to process what was going on. Another loud knock sounds and your eyes shoot open. What the hell? “Coming!” you groan out as you stand from your bed. Stumbling over your shoes and bag you reach your door, opening the handle. You’re met with the face of Bakugou. Okay, I’m definitely awake now..

“Change your clothes. There’s dinner downstairs and you haven’t come down at all.” His jagged voice interrupted your thoughts. “Wait—whaaa?..” You muttered, rubbing your eyes. “Hurry up.” He grabs the handle and closes your door.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the fattest grin on your face after he closed your door. You dug through your clothes, throwing on a pair of black sweatpants and a misfits band shirt. You grabbed your phone and stopped for a moment as you looked at the notification.

***: it's no problem 4:03 P.M.

***: where the hell are you? dinners been ready for 10 minutes come down 6:47 P.M.

He ended up coming to your dorm 5 minutes after he sent the last message. You put some socks on before opening your door up again, and you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat as you saw Bakugou with his back leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed.

His signature frown was still plastered across his face as his eyes set on you. “Move your feet faster, extra.” He rasped out, already heading for the elevator, you quickly followed behind and attempted to make an effort to hide the shock on your face.

He somewhat punched the common room button, and you flinched when he did.

He pressed the button to close the doors more gently.

The ride down was a bit awkward, but you found comfort in the silence. Once the doors had opened, you walked out behind him. He grabbed your wrist suddenly and leisurely pulled you to his side as he kept walking, never letting go until you made it to the kitchen.

A few classmates noticed and pointed it out to the rest, as you lightly scratched the back of your neck in embarrassment. I guess I’d be staring too if I saw someone with such a bad temper hanging around me. you thought as you grabbed a bowl. “Get me one too.” Bakugou insisted, and you stopped for a second. Reaching your other hand up, you said, “You haven’t eaten yet?” as you grabbed the second bowl and set it down. 

“I’m just grabbing seconds,” He began to fill his bowl as he glanced at you. “Everyone’s already eaten. The losers are gonna do a movie night.” Your eyes lost their light at the sound of that. Of course, nobody told you. You drowned in your own dismal as you filled up your bowl with food. The smell made you feel slightly better, but it was nowhere near happy.

Once you were done, you turned to Bakugou. “Thanks for bringing me down, I’m just gonna head back upstairs.” You spoke in a brittle voice, and before you could reach the elevator you heard his footsteps coming from behind you. You could tell he made an effort to catch up.

He didn’t turn his eyes to you or offer an explanation after he pressed his floor's button, and didn’t allow you to go to yours. You frowned, “What’re you doing?” He finally looks at you. “Back to my dorm.”

whaa.. HUH?

“Wait—what?” You couldn’t process his sudden words as he took your wrist once more in his free hand, dragging you along with him to his dorm. He opened his door and ushered you to the bed before closing it.

You reluctantly sat down, as it was the second and only time you’d been in his dorm for any purpose other than school. He sighed as he sat down with his back against the bed frame, and pulled his laptop out from his bag.

“If you don’t sit next to me, you’re not gonna be able to watch the movie, you idiot.” His words made your ears blaze with heat and you carefully scooted next to him, making sure not to spill any food. “Got anything you wanna watch?” He asked as he took a bite of the hotpot.

“Hmm.,” Your eyes drifted to the side as you thought, “What about The Florida Project?” You suggested, “It’s not on Netflix, we’d probably have to find a random website to watch it.” 

He smiled faintly, he’s seen that before and so have you. “I’m fine with that.” His tone was softer as he clicked away to find a website to watch the movie. As he pressed play you scooted a tiny bit closer to watch it.

Midway through the movie you both finished your bowls and made slight comments on every scene, and he evilly laughed at most of the sad scenes while you scolded him for it.

As the movie reached the end, you had been leaning against him with your head on his shoulder. He had one hand behind his head and the other resting against his thigh. You nearly cried.

As the movie finished, you fell asleep against him. He abandoned the movie a while ago, but not on purpose. He took a little time to think about you since you’d been running around his mind without consent anyway.

Not only were you pretty, but your personality seemed to be a calming point for him. You, yourself, seemed to tell him to chill. You liked similar things, and you introduced him to incense which he secretly had on his shelf, above his bed. He had also ended up putting in orders for a few new posters after seeing your room.

He took the chance of your sleeping state to quietly shut off his laptop and hesitantly reached his hand around your body to rest it on your hip. He rested his head against yours as he rubbed small circles on your skin.

You shifted a little and his heart jumped, not wanting you to think he was some sort of pervert. Bakugou was slightly sure that his classmates were asleep, so he decided to carry you back to your dorm.

You awoke the next morning in your bed, sluggishly rising up and stretching as your joints popped. 4:32 read the time, and you definitely couldn’t go back to sleep now. You decided to take the extra time and get ready for school.

You smoothed out your skirt as you took your seat, and this time you didn’t rest your head in your palm. You felt like you finally rested your body. Your eyes darted up as you heard a thud in front of you. It was.. Bakugou?

He crashed into the seat in front of you, putting his elbows on your desk and turning his body to you. “Let’s uh.. study at that new cafe that opened up.” He looked away as he huffed the words out, suddenly interested in the outside world.

Is he asking me on a date or something? “Oh.. I mean,” His heart dropped and his brows furrowed as you started to talk. He had doubts about you saying no, and it seemed they were coming true.

“Sure.. I was gonna ask you, actually.” You giggled, setting your hands on the desk as you tapped your nail occasionally against it. He turned back to you, and he had a genuine smile plastered across his face as he didn’t leave this time immediately. He stayed, and he talked with you.

And he would do it many, many more times.

pls do not post anywhere w/out permission

[scarlettohairdye]

Home Ownership Was a Mistake

This is for @trickybonmot, who may or may not use some of these stories in a fic.

Okay. So.

In the year of our lord 2010, my wife and I were lucky enough to be gifted $20k by my parents, which in those days (given it was a historically low point for real estate prices in Seattle) was enough for a down payment on a house. It was an astounding confluence of luck and privilege that led to us being homeowners, because if they gave us the same money now it would go precisely nowhere.

Anyway, it was not enough money for a large house, or a fancy house. We looked at a lot of places, only some of which were move-in ready (and one of which was absolutely just a tear-down) and eventually settled on our current place, which is a 1910 bungalow with a detached garage that was finished and turned into a studio.

Was it the most aesthetically pleasing house when we bought it? No. The walls were white, the carpet was light beige, and the paint had seen better days. That said, it was move-in ready and the owner was pretty desperate to sell, so we took it!

The inspector let us know that some of the wiring was still the old knob-and-tube, so we'd want that updated sooner rather than later, but it looked pretty good. About half the outlets were grounded, so it didn't stop us from plugging in three-prong appliances. We just had to use more extension cords than maybe we'd prefer.

The Electrical

The first big house thing we paid for was to have the entire place rewired. Our circuit breaker was a mystery, we didn't have enough outlets, and we were tired of being stuck with specific layouts of our stuff due to the lack of grounded outlets. We were expecting about half the wiring to be up to code, and the rest would need an update.

Spoiler alert: HAHAHAHAHAHA.

The rewiring took about a week, and every morning the electrician sat down with us and told us what new fire trap he'd uncovered.

"Yeah, so the knob and tube wiring going to the lights in the ceiling? Knob and tube gets hot when it's running, and yours is under three layers of insulation."

"You know how you thought your outlets were grounded? They weren't, actually, the ground wire just went elsewhere into the house and wasn't connected to anything."

"So there's wiring in your crawlspace? Whoever put that in nailed some sheets of wood paneling over it, so we had to rip the wood paneling out to access it."

I think the job was about $15k when it was done, we had many many more outlets, and our house was no longer one bad day from lighting itself on fire. Victory, I guess?

The Studio Window

This was leaking a bit, and we knew it was leaking when we moved in. (South facing walls get all the weather in our region.) We were not handy enough to replace it ourselves at the time and we also didn't have money because I got laid off shortly after we bought the house and was making my living doing costume commissions. Solution: Trade costuming work to an acquaintance who did carpentry.

The window, we discovered, was not so much a finished window as it was a single sheet of glass sandwiched between some boards.

Badly.

The carpenter was not entirely she that she was qualified for the job, but she did manage to remove the single sheet of glass and replace it with a window that was insulated and actually capable of opening. She used caulk around it. It was way better than we had before. Maybe someday we'll have both studio windows replaced by a contractor who actually does windows, but this is not that day!

The Siding

The cedar shingles were no longer cutting it at a certain point, so we had the house resided. (Houses are money pits, in case you didn't know.) This was a $30k job (MONEY PIT!) and had several layers of badness.

Bad: Our house had no insulation. It was cedar shingles over the original siding, with nothing in between that original siding and our INTERIOR WALLS. There was occasionally a newspaper. Our PM asked if we wanted insulation? And we said yes, please!!! We did not have a lot of time to think about insulation or research the best type, so it's just sheets of the pink fiberglass stuff in there, but it exists and we have it now!

Worse: Underneath our laundry room was a horrorshow. The laundry room is an addition that was added to our house probably sometime in the 50s? And, uh...

Well, the siding guys pulled off the siding, took a look at what was under it, and immediately called the project manager. The project manager came out, took a look, and then called us. He said that the siding guys thought it really needed to be reinforced and stabilized before they re-sided it, which is very fair, because I think the people who built it originally were drunk when they did it. It was a fucking Wild West cowboy construction situation under there.

Yes, you heard that right: A LOAD-BEARING SHINGLE.

Our project manager also informed us that the siding guys couldn't do the reinforcement, because they're just siding guys. They don't do structural. This is very fair.

It also needed to be done by Monday so we could stay on schedule for the siding work.

We learned this on Friday.

I immediately called my general contractor dad and got his voicemail, because (I remembered belatedly) he was in Mexico getting dental surgery. There was absolutely no way we could get another contractor out to do the work over a single weekend.

It was up to us.

My wife and I (mostly my wife) went HAM on it. We rented big jacks from the tool library to prop the laundry room up while we replaced one of the entirely rotten support poles. One of the big telephone poles was so wrecked with dry rot we could kick it out of place. (It didn't even touch the BIG ROCK that was supposed to be its foundation!!! It was floating!!!) Several of the joists were also fucked, so we ran new joists alongside them and married them together. My wife dug holes while crouched in a 4' high space, filled the holes with gravel, compacted it by putting a piece of wood on top of it and hitting it with a mallet, and then installed an entire additional support system from 4x4s and deck blocks. She actually attached the support system TO THE FUCKING HOUSE, which was a big improvement from the way it was originally held on by vibes and paint.

Here's a tasty little before and after:

(Yeah, see how that visible joist at the front just... stops at the far left? There's a new joist right behind it now.)

This was completed with resounding cries of, "Good enough!" and "It's better than it was before!" The siding guys thought it was fine and sided over it. Someday hopefully we will be able to afford to tear the whole thing down and rebuild it with a properly poured foundation, but in the meantime the spin cycle on the washing machine no longer shakes the whole house. Victory?!

Ridiculous: The purple paint saga. My wife and I are lesbians who tend toward maximalism in our decoration style. Construction companies find this baffling. We paid extra to our siding company to get the extended color choices (if you order the siding with the color baked in it lasts longer, but you're limited to a particular range of colors) and spoiler alert: 90% of them are boring as fuck. We basically paid extra to have access to 400 shades of white and 400 more shades of beige. There were like three saturated colors in the whole book. Pathetic.

Anyway, we chose the one nice teal that was available and decided we'd paint the door purple, since all the purple colors were gray at best. The project manager then forgot to put in our order, and when he remembered he'd forgotten, ordering our siding through his company would have pushed back the start time by six weeks. We could still make the original start time if we ordered through a different company doing the same thing, though!

Me, immediately: And we wouldn't be restricted to your color palette, right? Him: Yeah, they can do custom colors. Me, slapping down a color card called "Fully Purple": MAKE IT PURPLE.

Bless this man, he went to the siding company and asked for Fully Purple. They told him they couldn't do that color, and also is he sure anyone wants this color? He called them on the phone and informed them yes, we did want that color, and also that he'd worked for them and he knew damn well they could do that color, they'd just have to custom mix it, so they needed to do their fucking jobs. Suitably chastened, they finally sent us a sample of the siding, and it was... okay. It was purple for sure, but a little de-saturated. Not the purple of our hearts.

I asked if they'd actually started manufacturing our siding yet or just sent the color sample. The project manager confirmed they hadn't, and if we ordered this imperfectly-purple siding now, it would be several weeks before we could get started.

"We're gonna paint," I decided, and our project manager put in the orders.

The paint store called him and said, "Hey, are you sure you want this color?" Yes, he assured them, that's the right color.

The guys doing the painting opened up the can and then called him and said, "Are you sure this color?" and he told them yes! They want that color!

At this point I told him he should just start responding with, "They're lesbians!!! Yes! They want the purple! They're lesbians!!!"

Eventually we cleared every hurdle god and the construction industry put in front of us, and now our house is Fully Purple.

It also has insulation, wiring that won't kill us, and a laundry room that hopefully won't collapse anytime soon. We got a heat pump installed that took shockingly little time and worked immediately, and our next project will be having the roof redone. Check back in to find out what fresh horror awaits us then! I think it'll be a second roof under our existing roof made of lead and asbestos tiles, probably!

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October is coming up soon! What if we had a spooky Wicktober event, like those writing events with a prompt for each day of the month (or every other day or something)? People could answer the prompts with a piece of writing or a drawing, and the prompts could be things like:

Helen Wick’s Ghost

Vampire AU

Serial Killer Santino

Dog’s Halloween Costume

That sort of thing! Would anyone be interested in that?

I’m supposed to be replying w nothing but this is a great idea!

This should have been done like a month ago but I really didn’t think anyone would be interested, so, uh anyways;

I’ve made 2 versions of this since I know a lot of the writers on Wickblr are adults who only do writing as a hobby, so here’s both Wicktober and Wick Week! I don’t know if there’s been a writing event for the John Wick community, but here!

Wicktober is a month long event where people submit their drabbles/fics based off the prompts listed! Considering we aren’t really a strict fanbase, you can switch around the days and prompts—skip a day or few, or just do one! You’re free to use this as a writing ask game for October. Any day can be switched around except Day 24 which is the ten year anniversary of the first John Wick movie and the John Wick series as a whole (happy birthday to the movies!!!)

Feel free to run rampant on the prompts with your own interpretation of it, be more symbolic, be more realistic—just as long as you want to contribute to this event and want to write for it.

Wick Week is a seven day long event, which can be started on any day in October honestly since it’s a week of prompts. It has the same thing going as with Wicktober.

Rules:

- No harassment (some anons are really mean when it comes to people’s writing which is no good since Wickblr is a pretty damn small community)

- No derogatory comments made in the ask box of this blog since I know SOME people really wanna fucking discuss how “bad” some fics are (which you should write yourself if you really think it’s that bad)

- NSFW is allowed, and unlike this blog; x readers, x OCs are allowed, or cc x ccs (ex: helen x john which I will be doing on @marquisedegramont if you wanna see that)

- Make sure to tag #wicktober 2024 or #wick week 2024

- Creators can produce fics/drabbles or drawings

- Add the necessary warnings before every fic, thank you! Some fics may be triggering for some people and they would appreciate warnings beforehand :)

- Post it on ao3! (If you want)

- Do as little or as much as you want. Be self indulgent

- Prompts are free to use after October ends

shameless plug from the mod: art -> @evrensadwrn | writing -> @marquisedegramont and on ao3

and also my furry friends: art -> @tobytheeggo | writing -> @bluelolblue

reblog maybe ?

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Fanart of my own fanfiction (Chimera Teto x Android Miku)

Good news! When I woke up and looked at my art again today, I liked it, so here's the uncolored version! I trust you tumblr people, so here you go! You may view. This technically means I've drawn UTAU Teto (here) and SynthV Teto, but I really want to color this and take my time doing so, so here are the lines before it turns into something else hahaha 😂😂😂 Read More for the stuff I wanted to write last night but was too tired to (also the art time lapse)

I showed like two WIPs of different ideas on Twitter but none of them were this LOL (just goes to show how much I wanna draw and see of these two specifically) but the reason I decided to go with this is 'cuz that fanfic I wrote in like one day really got me excited and it made me really want to draw them as I was imagining more stuff about them. Here I'll talk about what I had in mind

I love chimera Teto, especially her majestic wings, and what I drew here is basically inspired by that! Teto's basically the only "living, sentient" thing around Miku so far (I dunno how to approach adding more creatures just yet), which makes Miku extra interested in her. But basically Miku likes Teto's wings and tail too and is very fascinated by them.

I had an idea where Miku is just holding or playing with Teto's tail out of nowhere and complimenting the heck out of her, and that was condensed into this piece. It was too crowded on Miku's side to have Teto's tail there as well, but the reason Teto's embarrassed (tsundere is nice, aint it xD) is 'cuz Miku is indeed praising the heck out of her. Calling her cute and saying how cool her wings are and whatnot.

The dialogue kinda goes like, "Your wings are so cool! And I really like how expressive your tail is! I wonder what I would do with a tail. It's so cute! Actually, now that I think about it, all of you is really cute!!" (Teto, embarrassed: "Stop talking now.") wwww

Miku does have a kinda tail actually! It's the chain on top of her skirt. As an android, I was thinking it works as sort of a battery plug or USB or something. I can show off more of that later (since it's really small here lol) but she can use it to receive electricity and recharge herself, I guess~. (Note to self: make it bigger?)

I haven't shown off much of my art style, but most (normal) characters usually don't have pupils. (See: this Teto, who's a living breathing creature.) As a result, I decided to give Miku pupils (kinda robot-like) to make her seem like more of a robot. She also wears the thing (headphones) over her ears, of course, which I can also use to make her seem more robot-like. There's no green flashing of code in her eyes right now but I might draw that sometime too, after my loads of other ideas...

Teto's wings aren't fragile. They're probably firm, hard, and could even be scaly/rough (up to my own whims or the reader's own preference). Her letting Miku touch her (wings) is probably a huge display of trust/confidence. Teto's wings are strong enough to carry her far distances and even allow her to fly in bad weather, I think. It's up to Teto herself how much energy/desire she has to do things like that though.

This is mentioned in the fic too, but Teto probably folds her wings a lot so they don't get in the way. She's kinda like a bird. I think her silhouette against the sun or moon, with full wingspan, is probably majestic (I'm imagining the Batman symbol for some reason lol). I know some people color Teto's wings as purple, but I specified black in my fic to match her tail. ^^

In order for her wings to breathe, there are probably holes in the back of her outfit to accommodate them, but they're only big enough for the wings (ellipses/ovals probably): she either tears/cuts holes into the shirts she wears for her wings or they already fit her wings so there's no problem. I wonder if Teto made her UTAU outfit herself in this setting. xD (A girl has to pass the time SOMEHOW plus she's probably at least a little bit handy when it comes to clothes and stuff (survival).)

If, while I'm coloring, I need to make adjustments to the seating and lineart and all that, I will, but I figured I'd show off what made me stay up 'til 5 AM last night and then get embarrassed to post 'cuz I thought I wasn't finished yet. I woke up and I liked it, so I'm just gonna put it in this here blog. c:

I don't know how to color, so coloring will be a trip 😂

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Do you know any good “they each think the other is dead” RebelCaptain fics to recommend me??? That premise, for these two, it just does something to me and I want to read about it 😭 i’m sure it must’ve been done at some point by now at least once???

oooooh, there's more than one! well, it's not always both of them thinking it, but boy, you've come to the right person, because that's literally one of my favorite tropes! it's about the angst without having to fully commit to it, it's about the inevitable reunion 🤌 and it does work exceptionally well for them (I should write it one day… well actually I did, but it wasn't in canon-verse. I should write it one day in canon-verse)

anyway, here's a few I enjoyed:

grace will lead me home by @luciechat (TW: unplanned pregnancy which adds a bonus level of angst that I think was handled really well)

@moonprincess92 has two, bless her

182 days (my personal favorite, I think it was also the first fic I read with this trope so... thank you for making me obsessed with it)

and come home to me

Parka (The Only Thing She Had Left) by @sleepykalena (it's unfinished but it does end on a hopeful note and since it's a multichapter, it can really dig into the meat and bones of this trope. I know not everyone likes unfinished fics, but I highly recommend it, it will make you cry)

you must become an island (the horizon is all we have) by @callioope (Jedi!Jyn AU which I think is such an interesting concept)

The Sixth Mission: Undercover, Overwhelmed by @angel-deux-writes (it's a mission fic and a longer multichapter that's also part of a series, but the grief and emotions in this one... chef's kiss!)

a waking life by @singingfirefliess (also a multichapter! this one focuses more on healing and learning to be together, but it does have a plot point in which Jyn believes Cassian is dead)

and well, I may as well plug my own: i'm slowly drifting to you (it's a historical pirate au)

there's one more I remember but cannot find right now... something with Draven telling Jyn Cassian was killed and she's now in charge of Rogue One? if anyone knows, let me know!

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from my November readings, I’ve collected a few more merlin fic recs for the people…

For favorite long (80k+) fic, I would have to choose Gladiator by Clea2011. It’s 115k and has some really intense moments followed with a wonderful growing love story woven in to it. arthur as a gladiator goes kind of hard even if he’s fighting for his life. also the dragons are very present in this and I do love my dragon content!

For favorite mid length (…40k-80k) fic, id have to choose Public Image by an orphaned account. As someone who has had a Great Deal of text/online friendships and relationships, I absolutely adored the type of text based development these two had. they’re just both obsessed with each other but trying and failing to hide it, LOVE that shit

For favorite short fic (<40k), you may have noticed that for this month I have changed the bar of short fic to less than 40k instead of 30k and it’s because I REALLY enjoyed this 39k apocalypse fic and wanted to put it here :’D Land of Ghouls by rotrude was so intense and had me clutching my chest but was exactly what I was looking for with zombie apocalypse merthur; not something I’ll fully sob about, but keeps me on my toes.

Here’s a few more rapid fire fics from this month! I read more long ones than usual tehe

Sunny in Camelot by foxy_mulder is a really silly quick read, just ridiculous and plays heavy on the “what the hell does Merlin do” gag! I don’t typically read super short fics but I love these type

Somewhere between the Sand and the Stardust by Cithara was a great canon era long read; merthur PARENTS 💞

I FINISHED LOADED MARCH! Do or Die and At the End We Begin Again by Footloose had me absolutely floored. I apologize because you can’t read these as standalone fics and yes there’s a million words that come before them, but if you like wartime modern magic merthur where Arthur’s a military mastermind and Merlin is a tech genius (and yes I mean those 100% seriously they are so badass), read loaded march. It’s got the most scream worthy merthur devotion I’ve ever read and that’s saying something. Do or Die was masterful and so action packed. We begin again was a perfect and beautiful ending that made me tear up. you won’t regret getting into this series!! and I may make a full post about my thoughts on each installation at a later date, it’s really that good.

With my loaded march plug out of the way, my favorite reread this month… would have to be ever popular The Crown of the Summer Court by astolat! It’s not long and such a fun read, I love imagining Merlin getting Arthur all ready for another kingdom to come only for them to be solely invested in Merlin, like what an excellent concept. lighthearted and so fun, if you haven’t checked it out I definitely recommend it!

It’s December… end of the year… and while everyone’s getting into their Spotify wrapped, I’m gonna be doing my 💫 2024 Merlin fic reading wrapped 💫 which is exactly as unhinged as it sounds. If you’ve ever wondered what my gay donut profile photo is here, stay tuned for it cause yes it is Merlin related in a very diabolical way. I’m excited to get into this insanity and I hope it’ll be as silly for you as it is for me.

I’ll be back in 2025 for my December recs and you can find my 2024 fic stats here 🫡

and if you’re still looking for more recs then check out my other posts ~

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Let’s just say, hypothetically, someone is getting a touch hooked on this handsome, mustachioed, gloved man that keep showing up in her…uh….their feed.

Could you recommend some fics that *don’t* require them to know who he is and where he came from, (Literal zero DA background), but still be able to fawn over him?

I hear you’re an expert.

I love a good coruption story.

I would answer this in layers. Would someone be interested in learning the origin story through a canon retelling, or would they just want to experience the character through AUs?

If we're going through canon, as we would through blight (DA joke, the blight is the constant reoccurring theme throughout the games, a force of corruption manifesting as corrupted creatures attacking the surface world in massive hordes and also the taint that spreads throughout Thedas), I would recommend a long story with the Canon Compliant Tag. I got the lich version in here, so I'm not sure if you're into that(yet). *smirk*

If you just want to experience a leather glove on bare skin, a prickle of mustache with a happy ending, a classic tag of Smut. Here's one for Qunari Rook, this if you're into jewelry, a good aftercare sesh, and ofc have to plug my own in, most of which is in Emmrich's POV.

If I may be so bold as to go with a third suggestion, depending on this person's needs, a fine list of short stories. Could be funny, western (yes those are mine, hehe), drunk or just really sweet.

If you're still craving more, there's a neat Emmrich focused community to fill yourself with awesome art and fics. And the people are great.

I hope this helps for now. Sorry (not sorry) for infesting your feed with peepaw content. It will happen again! 🖤

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

A Guide to Valveplug: Sticky Interfacing Edition

So I made a post yesterday about how I should make a guide for new fans coming into the Transformers fandom regarding valveplug (the term used for 18+ Transformers content) since it can be kind of hard to figure out if you're new. This is that guide.

This post in particular will cover what is called sticky interfacing, which is the most common. There are three other types I am aware of: 1) plug and play, 2) tactile, and 3) sparkplay. This post will just cover sticky.

Obvious warning, everything below the read more is mature content so proceed with your own discretion.

Okay, so, first thing to get out of the way: interfacing means sex in the TF fandom. This is not a canon term, it's a fanon term, so if you are watching or reading official Transformers media and someone uses the word interface/interfacing, no it's not a tongue-in-cheek sex joke. Interface is a real word with real meaning beyond the fanon definition.

As mentioned above, this post will cover sticky interfacing, which is the most human version of TF sex in the fandom. This involves the characters having human like genitalia and experiencing orgasm through physical sexual stimulation akin to the way humans would. This most commonly is shown as penis-in-vagina style sex, but anything that can be done with a penis and vagina can be done here, like blowjobs, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, and use of both penetrative and non-penetrative vibrators.

(EDIT: I completely forgot that in Transformers Prime Knock Out does make a joke about two human characters interfacing. So far as I can tell, this is the only instance of the writers being in on the term.)

The word interface/interfacing is used interchangeably and simply despends on context. For example, "Did you two interface?" and "Interfacing can be hard on my joints" are both ways the term can be used.

Let's cover anatomy terms first. A spike is the term for a penis and valve is the term for a vagina. Some fics also make reference to a node or anterior node around the valve, which is the term for clitoris. That's really the biggest hurtle to clear when it comes to getting into reading sticky interfacing.

Additionally, regardless of the character's gender, TFs usually have both a spike and a valve. Gender, and by proxy whether a character is a mech or a femme, is truly a social construct in TF fanon and canon. As such, the character will always have both. For as long as I have been reading sticky interfacing fics (which is way longer than I want to admit), I can count on one hand the number of fics that stuck to a strict one sexual organ policy. So characters will be packing both.

Because of this, the character's role in sticky interfacing really comes down to preference. The character may prefer to penetrate or be penetrated. This is most commonly how the bottom and top tags on AO3 are used.

Now that we've covered anatomy terms, let's get into physiology and how they work. (And apologies for the diagrams incoming, I did my best.)

Both the spike and valve have similar positions on TF characters to where they would be on humans, that being in the groin. It's generally agreed that the organs are covered by retractable plating that can be moved back and forth at will by the character, similar to a human putting their pants on or pulling them off.

The spike is tucked fully into the body and will pressurize outwards when the character becomes aroused (see picture above). The valve is simply covered by plating (see picture below), but arousal does cause the production of lubricant and some swelling in the outer lips (which, so far as I can tell, everyone has just agreed to call the vulva the lips of the valve).

Now you may be wondering, well when are we going to talk about the term for testicles. And the thing is, there isn't because they simply aren't there. Solely the spike expanding outwards is there.

That's not to say there isn't a parallel for semen though. In this case, the term transfluid is often used. It is produced within the body and, like with human ejaculation, is expelled during orgasm. The valve also produces lubricant like with a human vagina, which is produced in abundance when aroused in preparation for penetration. The valve also may need to be gently fingered open prior to penetration, depending on the size of the character penetrating, and is flexible and able to stretch with enough time and lubricant.

As for the color of everything mentioned, it varies. Typically spikes and valves will be similar color schemes to the character's themselves, other times they'll be a plain metal color. One fun thing I see people do that I personally enjoy is when they say that anterior node glows the same color as the character's eyes, but that's just my own personal preference. Transfluid and lubricant are typically translucent and I personally see them as both being a silver sheen.

And I know I will be getting asked this question if I don't include it so I'll just cover it: anal sex isn't really a thing. I believe this stems from the belief that TFs do not produce waste products like humans do and therefore do not a way to get rid of them. I don't know if that's canon, but that's how I have always seen it. But, I have encountered it twice, so from what I have seen, a port is the term for an anus, ports do not lubricate themselves and so some other lubricant source must be used, and again, regardless of the character's gender, they will have a spike, valve, and port.

Finally, to answer a question I'm sure you have bouncing around in your head, yes the robots can get pregnant but only if the author/artist/creator wills it. In instances where the TF character has the equipment to get pregnant, the forge is term for the uterus. And additionally, the term mprg is not used, we use the term mechpreg.

I think that covers the basics. Obviously, everyone has their own spin on things, so you may encounter something you have to use context clues to figure out. But just this knowledge should be good to help you get into sticky interfacing fics, art, etc without being too lost. So go forth and be horny for those giant alien robots!

[voxofthevoid]

Aaaand this is now officially my longest WIP Wednesday series, with Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #14. I think this will reach and cross #20 actually. I'm currently writing Chapter 18, and the fic is 130k.

There are 10 chapters left to write 💀

The chapter count climbed from 23 to 28 between my initial full estimate and the current one. Since the whole thing is now plotted out, it shouldn't increase further, but the chapters are often hefty, ranging from 8 to 12k. This is definitely following me into 2025. Plus, in around 6k, this will also become my longest JJK story.

The WIP Wednesday snippets from this point will likely be sex scenes that can be...enjoyed for their own sake. Any of the plottier bits or conversations won't make any sense without context.

This week, ass is on the menu! The scene is goyuu, but there's referenced sukuita.

“It’s my birthday today.”

“Oh! Happy birthday!” It’s bubbly and bright, with an expression to match the voice—and then Yuuji frowns, though it’s more like a pout this time. “Man, you should’ve said that earlier. I’d have got you something. Or maybe—”

“No need,” Satoru cuts in, pushing off the door to close the distance between them. “I have my gift right here.”

Yuuji blinks in confusion one single time. Then realization cascades down his face in shades of porous pink.

“Satoru,” he whines, not quite protest.

Satoru slots himself between Yuuji’s spread legs, grinning down at him. Yuuji’s staring up with an expression that seems like it’s trying for exasperation, except it’s too soft and fond to pull it off.

“May I?” Satoru murmurs.

“Huh?”

“Unwrap my gift,” he clarifies, placing his hands delicately on Yuuji’s shoulders before skimming them down his arms, then sliding sideways to the chest. It swells under his palms, deflating in rush. There’s no warmth seeping through the thick hoodie, but Satoru can feel the unyielding thickness of the muscles underneath. “Can I touch you, Yuuji?”

Yuuji shudders all over with a violence that thrums in Satoru’s own veins.

“Yes,” he gasps out.

Satoru tugs Yuuji to his feet, dropping to his knees almost the second Yuuji’s upright, and there’s a low moan in response, choked back down in a way that only makes it dirtier. There’s still something uniquely flattering about pulling a noise like that out of a boy like this, all while barely even touching him, and no soul in the world would argue that Satoru’s ego needs further stroking, but he swallows it greedily all the same.

Then he works Yuuji’s jeans off to give himself something else he can swallow greedily.

Yuuji’s mostly soft when Satoru gets his mouth on him, but that changes fast, heavy heat weighing down his tongue and plugging his throat, and Yuuji pants and heaves but stays so very still, like he’s letting Satoru help himself to his gift at his own pace.

Such a sweet boy, this Yuuji.

Satoru pulls off sooner than he’d strictly prefer; his throat isn’t even sore, though his mouth is already flooded with Yuuji’s taste. And Yuuji makes a tight little noise when Satoru abandons his cock and rises to his feet, but the disappointment doesn’t resolve into any real protest, and he lets Satoru strip off the rest of his clothes, pliant from his arms to his hips.

The torso that’s revealed is a motley mess.

It takes every ounce of control Satoru’s ever possessed to keep his expression from changing. None of these marks are new. Not a single one. Satoru could perfectly recount which ones were left on which day. He even knows the ones littering the rest of Yuuji, from the handprints on his hips to the claw marks at his back. The former were somehow easy to ignore when he was on his knees with Yuuji’s desire a concrete heat on his tongue, but now he finds himself acutely aware of every single blemish.

“Satoru…?” Yuuji asks, his voice soft and uncertain.

It’d be easier if the writhing mass in Satoru’s chest was only guilt. Not kinder. But certainly simpler.

He wonders what expression he’s wearing for Yuuji to look so wary.

“Ran into an animal?” Satoru places his hand on one of the marks on Yuuji’s hips, slotting his fingers along the distinct shapes there; they don’t match, of course.

Yuuji’s stonelike under the touch. “Something like that.”

“That’s dangerous, you know.”

The noise Yuuji makes is a little to the left of laughter. “I know. Satoru, are you—”

He cuts off with a gasp as Satoru shoves him down onto the bed, with enough force that Yuuji lands smack in the middle of it. It’s a pretty big bed. Even with Yuuji lying breadthwise like this, no part of him dangles off the edges. Satoru wouldn’t have that luxury, but he’s got a better mattress in mind this moment.

Some of the tension and caution both drain out of Yuuji when Satoru strips quickly and climbs on him, and the arms that come up to grab him don’t hesitate for more than a fraction of a second before settling warmly on his thighs, the palms spreading open to cover as much skin as they can.

Satoru straddles Yuuji’s stomach, his ass just low enough that Yuuji’s dick is poking it. And he’s only taken it once, but his body remembers it faithfully, parts deep inside clenching like they’re already expecting the violation.

He leans forward, splaying his hands along Yuuji’s ribs. Firm flesh presses up against his hands each time Yuuji breathes in, and when Satoru bears down harder in response, he can feel the individual bones of Yuuji’s ribcage.

And the bruises only feel like skin, as smooth and only as warm as the rest of Yuuji’s skin, but Satoru still feels them like stains.

“Should I still be gentle, Yuuji,” he asks softly, “or would you like some redecoration?”

Yuuji makes a noise like Satoru struck him.

Satoru settles back, shifting his weight from Yuuji’s chest to his own knees, and it’s still not only guilt that lashes inside him, but there’s enough of it that Satoru smothers everything else, shaping his mouth into something softer and laughing it off, and Yuuji—

The hands on Satoru’s thighs snap to his hips, gripping tight and yanking.

Satoru’s dragged along the bed, up Yuuji’s body, with a force and a fury that turns him weightless, and Satoru doesn’t stop it, but he’s also not really allowing it, briefly a mere passenger in his flesh.

Yuuji shoves his face into Satoru’s ass.

“Ah,” Satoru rasps, a gunshot noise. “That’s how it is then.”

Yuuji answers by spreading Satoru’s cheeks wide to make more room for his face, and there’s nothing tentative or testing about the tongue that strikes his hole, licking over it all slick and sloppy once, then twice, before pushing right in.

Satoru tightens helplessly around that prying intrusion, and Yuuji grunts and shoves up with his face, his tongue, until Satoru feels slightly skewered, his flesh aching like it’s been split around something thicker and sharper than one hungry tongue. It flexes inside him like Yuuji’s planning to pry him apart by force, and hot puffs of breath land on Satoru’s hole like they’re softening him up for the slaughter.

Satoru doesn’t feel softened so much as tenderized, and this is only the appetizer.

Or he’s the appetizer, with the way Yuuji’s acting.

The angle is so different from the first and last time Yuuji did this, but his mouth isn’t any less clever for it. It’s more tongue than anything, broad strokes melting into stabbing thrusts easing into gentle circles along the rim, and then he’s straining up with his whole face in a way Satoru can feel all through his body, and it doesn’t get him any deeper, it can’t, but god, does he try, that greedy tongue plunging into Satoru over and over and over around a hot, open maw, the air there grown blistering, and when the tongue pulls out, the lips press in—parted but puckered, sealing themselves to Satoru’s hole.

A kiss, sweet and dirty both.

Yuuji sucks.

Satoru yells, almost toppling forward, and Yuuji’s hands clench on his ass like he intends to keep it attached to his face even if he has to pry it off Satoru, and Satoru stays, of course he stays, but not before grasping at empty air, tempted beyond belief to turn it into a handhold. It’s a horrible idea considering Yuuji’s unbalanced mix of awareness and unawareness about the darker realities of this world, but what really stops Satoru is a blend of pride and the sense he’d be cheating.

So he kneels there and trembles, one fist shoved against his mouth to keep himself from wailing like a whore. A part of him wants to, but he wants even more to hear the noises spilling from where Yuuji’s mouth is married to his flesh. Wet, hungry things—thin little noises that burst open against Satoru’s hole and slicker sounds that shudder out with every moment of sloppy suction. Every exquisite second of it sinks into Satoru, heating the rim and clawing in deep and then deeper, carving a path into places Yuuji can’t touch even with his cock but manage to peel open and fill up anyway.

When the lips let up, it’s just for the tongue to return, sliding easily into the loosened hole and digging hungrily into muscles that clench and burn, aching to pull Yuuji in deeper even as what he’s getting makes Satoru’s eyes and mind grow hazy at the edges.

But in between, whenever the fury of his flesh subsides enough to allow flashes of painful clarity, Satoru thinks of the look on Yuuji’s face in that single, spearing moment before he hauled Satoru onto his mouth—that delicate blend of pain and yearning.

Desire will never be sacred again, not for this boy.

[alexandraisyes]

Give us thoughts on Moon x Ruin No rush!

Yeah so like they're canon trust

(My friend clipped this for me I'm sobbing. I haven't actually seen the episode yet)

OKAY SO YEAH THOUGHTS??? THOUGHTS???

I'm actually so fucking insane about them and have BEEN insane about them for MONTHS. @dragoncxv360 has been my partner in crime, we've been working on our first Moon/Ruin fic for the past month or so. I wanna make character cards/designs for it before we release it. And it's gonna be so fucking good grrrr. We have a second one planned too, but that one is going to be Moon/Ruin/Solar, so not quite the same.

ANYWAYS headcanons under the readmore

God I could rot about them forever. Ellery helped me drag some of our headcanons back up so I could answer this.

Ruin is super touchy feely and Moon initially is not and finds touch from most people uncomfortable (Sun and Lunar being exceptions) but he eventually finds that touch can be really comforting, so he'll spend the day curled up around Ruin, purring while he dozes.

Moon isn't a big fan of food but he enjoys baking for Ruin, because his rays always do a cute lil spin when he eats something he likes and Moon adores it

They also totally dance alone in the kitchen at 3 am when neither of them can sleep

Ruin sings a lot, has a really good voice for like broadway and stuff, which Moon enjoys a lot. But Ruin is always so ecstatic whenever he catches Moon singing to himself, he has such a soft voice for lullabies and getting children to sleep. But he's super shy and will only sing for the kids, he stops if any adults are around

However, Moon will hum lullabies for Ruin when he's having a migraine. (Ruin gets migraines from his sun and moon splitting every now and then. They're still a part of him and sometimes they try to peek out for one reason or another, although they're mostly dormant. It gives him really bad migraines.)

Moon likes to mess with Ruin's rays. It's kind of a stim for him that he'll do without thinking about it. Ruin doesn't mind

Ruin still uses his old battery pack even though he's in an upgraded body, so sometimes his battery will stutter out or get drained really easily, causing him to faint. The first time this happened Moon panicked and thought he just died on the spot and had the computer run diagnostics. Because Ruin had to be plugged in for the diagnostics tho he woke up (which also startled Moon)

I've always liked to headcanon Moon with lowgrade depressive schizoaffective disorder, which is a psychotic disorder, since he's admitted to experiencing long term psychosis, but he's clearly self aware about it and the symptoms are so severe that they keep him from functioning. After him and Ruin became friends, Ruin started helping him manage it so he wasn't alone with it. Even though Ruin doesn't have experience with the disorder, it reminds him of how his friends would act and how he would help them when the virus in his dimension started taking root.

Both Ruin and Moon struggle with making connections to others (especially Ruin who has ASPD), and they're both under the aro/ace umbrella, so even in aus where they are dating, they see each other more like close friends (with potential benefits) rather than lovers. Although they may use the term to distinguish their relationship from other relationships in their lives, even if they don't necessarily feel/have limited romantic attraction for each other.

Ruin deals with phantom pain (partially from his rusted battery which scrambles his internal sensors a bit bc it's not supposed to be there, but mostly psychological), and Moon helps him with it. Moon made him a cane for really bad days when Ruin's processors just won't do what they need to and he has trouble with balance and orientation.

When Moon was rebuilt Monty accidentally fucked up his optics, and so he had to wear glasses for a long time until he was able to get them fixed. After he got them fixed he just popped out the lenses and kept wearing them (partially because Ruin commented that they made him look more like *his* Moon, rather than Nexus or any other Moon out there. - "his" being possessive and not literally Ruin's moon that is part of him)

Ruin is constantly stealing Moon's clothes. They're way too big on him, but he will literally wear Moon's turtlenecks like a sweater dress. He doesn't give a fuck.

Ruin is still really into playing games of his own invention, even if he isn't having to pretend to be insane anymore. It was how he kept himself entertained in his own dimension, and so occasionally Moon finds himself going on a wild goose chase just to appease Ruin's sudden whimsy.

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[spinjitsuburst]

ramble about ur favs i wanna hear abt ur thoughts -zaptrap

HAN’S INFODUMPING ABOUT JAY... START!!!!

so like sgdkdhdkdhd I say Jay and Lloyd are my “favorites” but honestly it’s so hard to pick favorites out of this skittles squad like I love EVERY character for a variety of different reasons. I was going to also infodump about Lloyd but then I started talking about Prime Empire and then this post got. Long. So. it's just Jay I may infodump about Lloyd another day especially since I'm very Conduit Brained Rn but yea yea!

this is long so i'm putting most of it under the cut so y'all don't kill me for making a huge long post

I considered putting Zane and Sora on here as well since I’d also consider them my “favs” but like this is already gonna be. A lot of. Infodumping (also i typed THIS part before I even started and decided not to yell about Lloyd because this already got long enough). Maybe I’ll make a separate post for those two hmm hmm much to consider but for now MY (technically) FAVORITE NINJAGO CHARACTER: JAY WALKER

THE SPARKPLUG WHO INVADED MY BRAIN LIKE A PARASITE

so hey his name is a pun this makes me laugh ridiculously hard every time I remember he is named. After a misdemeanor HSKSHDKFH

Jay is such an interesting case of a character for me because I started out the show not liking him. Which is. Stares at my entire account I think my feelings have changed somewhat

Jay starts out as an asshole I don’t think anyone can disagree with me there (although honestly they’re all assholes in early ninjago they bullied a ten year old and left him dangling several feet off the ground) but over the course of the show you can see him start developing into a much more interesting character. He goes from being so insecure he's faking everything about himself to someone who knows who he is and is so genuine about it

now yea we could argue about whether his character was too uwu-ified post-season 10 but this is the FUN HAN POST SO WE'RE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THAT the point is you can SEE the growth that Jay has gone through and I am going to show you that growth through what I call

✨ The Skybound to Prime Empire Effect ✨

I AM SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THE IDEA THAT PRIME EMPIRE WAS WRITTEN TO BE A DIRECT PARALLEL OF SKYBOUND AND WAS CENTERED ON SHOWING HOW THE NINJA ESPECIALLY JAY HAVE GROWN THROUGHOUT THE SEASON

when season 12 rolls around we are at the point in Jay's development where he is CONFIDENT in who he is. He's a fun-loving jokester with the power of lightning and the drive to help people whenever he can. He uses jokes and humor to help alleviate tension and get people through whatever's happening. And when on his own what does he do?

BECOME AN ENTERTAINER BABEY

i like to think jay's club in prime empire was a safe haven for anyone stuck in the game who figured out hey. we Can't Leave and felt freaked about it. Also Jay would generally try and spread the word that hey something ISN'T RIGHT HERE which would lead people to want to stay with him

(totally plugging my friend's fic but this kind of thing is explored in would you like to enter prime empire by @finn-m-corvex y'all should check it out cool cool)

also the prime empire shorts which i watched all of in the midst of typing this video cuz i love them go watch them please please please jay was publically fighting the red visors which I imagine may have raised some red flags for some players

THIS SOMEHOW TURNED INTO PRIME EMPIRE INFODUMPING LMAO ANYWAYS Jay's confident! He becomes an entertainer because it's who he knows he is! And it's something that will get people hyped and having fun, which is very in-character for Jay to do! He uses those kinds of things to mask the Bad Things going on and get people remembering what's good

I've talked about this sort of thing before but that's Jay's whole philosophy as early as season 9! Which is a DIRECT contrast to how he views it in season 6, as Nadakhan puts it scarily accurately

"You make jokes to mask the fact that you're afraid"

(i was gonna grab a screenshot for that like i did with the hunted scene but netflix has bloCKED THE ABILITY TO TAKE SCREENSHOTS THE WAY I USED TO and i don't have them already and i'm too lazy to grab them from elsewhere so alas trust me he says it)

making jokes to hide your fear and using humor to remind yourself of what's good and coping with the bad are two VERY different outlooks on it

so I think this outlook is what drives him to make this glamrock persona in the first place - this is a bad situation, one he's in with other civilians, and what better way to keep him and themself safe until the others get there than throwing a big performance at a safe place!

also it's just so gender okay I want to look like Superstar Rockin' Jay so badly

it's also interesting to see his outlook on his parents change over time! In season six he finds out Ed and Edna aren't his birth parents and feels upset about it, not understanding why his birth parents would've abandoned him. In season twelve, that outlook changing is EXACTLY why Jay's able to get through to Unagami

"I was abandoned by my parents, too!... I never understood why, and I never had the chance to even ask. But I always hoped there was a good reason. What if there's a reason?"

(again curse you netflix i wanted SCREENSHOTS whatever whatever)

It's this scene that gets Unagami to calm down long enough for Milton Dyer to get there, and presumably is what stops him from just. Flattening him and Jay like a pancake.

to piggyback off of this i absolutely adore how Unagami and Jay consider each other adopted brothers in that one book I still haven't read and I hope he's in Dragons Rising at some point Unagami is my favorite "villain" (no longer a villain) in the whole show he deserves more screentime

like this is where i found out about this and it's plagued my mind ever since. i need to read. this book just for them

SO YEA OKAY Prime Empire is "Who is Jay as a Person Post-Skybound" to me also it opens up so many fascinating things about Jay. I rest my case

so backpedaling a little bit. JAY CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HIS PARENTS GUYS IT'S SO SOFT AND I'M sobs

like yea the first episode with Ed and Edna in it has Jay avoiding them like the plague but this gets explained very easily when you remember he was bullied for his home life before he became a ninja. It makes a lot more sense why he wouldn't want them around his new friends, assuming they'd react the same way. Also how was he supposed to know literally all the rest of the groups parents were either dead, presumed dead, or had a toxic relationship with their kid lmao

(Cole calling his mom kills me. Cole's mom is dead. I know they probably just didn't think that far ahead when writing the dialogue but it's so funny mans pretended to call his dead mom to get on Jay for not appreciating his parents iconic behavior)

anyways literally every episode Ed and Edna are central to (except like the one in skybound) Jay stops at nothing to protect his parents and it means the absolute world to me he's so much like them!! They raised an inventive little nerd and he will stop at nothing to make sure they're safe and it's. It's SO IMPORTANT TO ME OKAY

ALSO this is an excuse to clip my favorite piece of dialogue possibly in the entire show. Except Netflix won't let me now. So you just get the text dialogue

Jay's just fallen from the sky with a messed up eye and is incredibly distraught that all his friends are captured. And his dad just. The woRLD IS FALLING APART AND HE'S EATIN' SOUP-

Ed i love you

anyways

anways anyways this just turned into me rambling about prime empire and then Ed and Edna and a lot of disjointed other stuff but thank you for this opportunity i was going to also ramble about lloyd but i put this post in a word count and

yea i think that's enough for a tumblr post anyways! If anyone wants any like. More logically thought out and direct thoughts about characters feel free to send me asks this was fun thank u @zaptrap for this opportunity to scream about jay

[ridiasfangirlings]

So one of my favorite Misaru tropes is Yata loving Fushimi’s knives. Whether it’s him gently removing, caressing, or playing with them I love it. So imagine if at first Fushimi can’t stand the idea of his knives being removed even by Misaki because he has never felt safe before and it’s a layer of protection that makes it easier to breathe. (He can’t even sleep without them on when he goes to Yata’s place.) at first Yata is kinda upset bc “he thinks I’ll hurt him”, but eventually he gets used to it.

In the beginning (when they are just friends) he starts to memorize where all the knives are whether it’s because whenever they are close he feels them or if he’s helping Fushimi remove his coat. And it’s starting to become second nature to Yata to silently check Fushimi’s knivesto make sure all of them are on him (his chest, back, legs, and boots; I also picture Fushimi has a certain amount of knives on him at all times) and generally treating them like second skin. And the best part is he doesn’t try to get Fushimi to remove them and Fushimi can’t stop thinking about how if this was Middleschool or Mikoto’s Yata he would probably pester him to remove them at every chance but this current one is just letting him be and adapting happily.

At some point Yata goes to one of S4 bonding activities and they both end up a bit drunk so Yata goes to stay in Fushimi’s dorm but when he tries to help remove Fushimi’s boots he tenses, so Yata explains that Fushimi really should sleep in his boots and removes them. But Fushimi just watches as Yata removes the knives from the boots and places them next to him or puts them in the extra pockets he has for when he finds more bc “You need all of them right”. And Yata is just gentle with them (not in a this could hurt me, but a these are too important to break way) and he keeps caressing the other knives hidden while smiling at him and Now Fushimi is just trembling and pulling Yata down to lie with him because only Misaki would treat his knives with such care and love fondness. Also Fushimi may have just realized he’s in love with Misaki lol.

As usual I’m sorry for the long ask and any wrong grammar

Why does this make me think of Yata treating Fushimi’s knives like a bunch of pet kittens or something XD I could see Yata having issues with the knives when they first start dating, not really understanding why Fushimi can’t just take them off and getting frustrated when he wants to touch Fushimi but has to watch out for all the knives first (also since it’s my ask I’ll just plug my fic I wrote about this way back if anyone wants additional thoughts in that direction). Yata feels like there’s no way he’d ever hurt Fushimi so he doesn’t see why Fushimi needs the knives around him but then imagine he notices just how much more comfortable it makes Fushimi in general to have them on, like not just when Yata is here but when he’s with anyone else or even alone. At some point Yata decides well, if this is some weird comfort thing for Saruhiko then so be it, rather than trying to make Fushimi change to suit Yata’s tastes he decides that it shouldn’t be so hard to get used to them instead.

Yata knows he’s not smart and he’s never been great at memorizing things like in school but he is determined to memorize where all the knives are (also imagine Fushimi hanging out at their apartment in just his shirt and knife harness and Yata is supposed to be memorizing knife locations but he keeps getting distracted by the sight of Fushimi in a sexy knife harness). It’s difficult but Yata slowly starts to figure it out and when they’re making out he knows just where to put his hands so as not to disturb a knife, and even when they get naked he can help Fushimi out of the harness in such a way that it’s easier for Fushimi to put it right back on after. Also imagine this improves their teamwork too, because Yata knows where Fushimi’s knives are and generally how many and can tell if Fushimi’s getting low by which knives he’s using, it also makes it easier for Yata to avoid getting in Fushimi’s way because he knows exactly what part of Fushimi’s body the knives are coming from. I also like the idea that Yata gets to help Fushimi with maintenance and care too, like he’ll help Fushimi put all the knives back into the harness afterward and help with cleaning the harness and making sure it doesn’t dig into Fushimi’s skin, just being all gentle and accepting that this is something that helps Fushimi’s mental health. 

One day the two of them get a little too drunk at some S4 bonding party and Yata takes Fushimi back to the dorm, Yata’s got a little stronger alcohol tolerance while Fushimi is all stumbling and complaining that he’s not drunk. Yata figures it might be best for Fushimi to get into bed and goes to remove his boots, but then Fushimi tenses and Yata’s like don’t worry I got this. He gently guides Fushimi to the bed and takes the knives out of Fushimi’s boots, setting them all in a row on Fushimi’s desk like this way you can put them back easy tomorrow, giving the knives this absent little pat like they’re something important. Fushimi is just staring at Yata with wide hazy eyes as Yata starts like patting him down, everything’s in place so he doesn’t end up accidentally stabbing himself while he sleeps, just being all comfortable around the fact that yeah, Fushimi has knives and that’s part of him so Yata loves those too. Suddenly Yata gets pinned to the bed by a kiss, Yata tries to like gently put him off because Fushimi’s so drunk but Fushimi sits there and clings to Yata quietly, feeling this rush of emotion that he can’t explain, and suddenly he feels safer than he has in ages.

[shiny-jr]

hiiii!! I recently got into quotev to read your most recent release, "how to steal a heart," and was curious if u have any recs for other yandere quotev fics? :o or just any quotev fics in general!! ^_^

feel free to disregard this question tho if u don't have any recs or simply don't want to answer!

Thank you, anon! I'm glad people seem to be liking that story so far. I'm hoping that I can find the time to write for it soon. Hopefully. Anyways, as for recommendations. That's a difficult request for me to answer for two reasons. One: I rarely have the time to read, and when I do read these days its physical books. And two: I'm terribly picky so if I don't like something about a fic its automatically out.

But, I managed to fish out a couple of things from my library that I finished reading ages ago. However, keep in mind, I meant what I said when I say that it has been a long time since I read these fics. So they may not be as good as I remember, or I may get some things wrong. Keep that in mind. Also, these are all yandere x reader stories.

Infectious Intent by Darkened Warrior. I remember when I first discovered this story, I stayed up reading it. I stayed up late, and legit got kinda scared because imagining certain scenes in this story and reading the details gave me the chills and was just not a good idea to read it while it was pitch black and the dead of night. Even the ending got me.

the martyrdom of a final girl by MAI. This is one of the more recent stories I've put in my library, and by recent I mean it's probably been there for almost a year now. I haven't caught up with the updates, but I remember the story really gave kinda protagonist and friend group in the 80's-90's sort of horror vibe to it. Although I don't remember if it got to the yandere yet. It really hooks you in with action that starts fairly quickly which I very much value when starting a new story.

Humorously Inconvenient Tragedies by riz. In all stories, I very much value action. If there's not action in the first few chapters, I usually toss the story out. However, this story managed to be the sole exception to that. I think it's the written tension that managed to keep me hooked. Like the questions of why and how, along with the tension between characters that keep me intrigued.

Bonus: Shameless plug for How To Steal A Heart because damn it if people won't write Latino yanderes then I gotta do it myself. Also because its a vital part in the whole oc lore I have which has been obscure up until very recently.