#530 Physics

[makeitdewey]

537 Electricity and electronics

[tomatoluvr69]

Full offense but not having health insurance makes me want to execute republicans with one of my second amendment protected guns one by one until there are so few left voting that the dems finally splinter into a progressive party and an actually socialist party lmao

[igotfatter]

Sorry to hear that your ex was so rude to you. But I have to admit, hearing about how in denial he was about his weight sounds super sexy. Do you know how heavy he got in the end? How did his weight effect the things you could/couldn’t do on a day to day basis?

The last I know his heaviest was 530 pounds. At 6’4”, he carried it relatively well, but it still impacted daily life. During the pandemic we lived full-time together and after I would spend two weeks in New York City, and two weeks with him At our place outside the city. When he visited me in New York, he went from being able to walk down the block with me to getting completely winded just reaching the street. He was in denial, blaming my fast walking, but even in the low 400s, he could outpace me. (Hot story about this) By the end, he barely left the house except for work and almost outgrew his car, exactly like Rasputia in Norbit blaming the weather one time. Physical intimacy became nonexistent, and he started needing extra help at work after breaking chairs. He outgrew our furniture and couldn’t manage hygiene or clean up after himself, often leaving plates and wrappers around. It was hard to watch him struggle, especially since he refused to acknowledge how much his weight was affecting him.

We traveled a lot and of course he could only travel if I was next to him, we would get business class or first class seats on long-haul flights and he wouldn’t be able to do the tray table and I would have to hold both of our plates of food on the plane. I’m sure there’s more. I know he couldn’t use the plane bathroom and had to pee in the sink. at a relatives house he physically was too big to use the toilet so I would have to like assist him in going pee in secret. this might be TMI for tumblr but when he would pee towards the end the floor would have a mess (he sat to pee) and  he physically like could not find his junk to pee in the right spot. But all of this was complete denial. I don’t know how else to explain it but I just never understood how people got to 800 pounds without wanting to be 800 pounds until I met him.

(He’s around mid to low 400’s here)

[atzaurora]

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] ℋ𝒐𝒘 ℒ𝒐𝒖𝒅 ℰ𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒲𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 ℬ𝒆

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: ot6 [ni-ki will not be included in any smut/suggestive post!]

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: reader x member

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: preference (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: not specified

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!!

➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: My ranking & opinion on how loud each member would be during it...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 530

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ranking:

Heeseung

Sunoo

Jake

Jay

Jungwon

Sunghoon

[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] lee heeseung

So Heeseung is coming in strong first place and I don't even have a reasonable explanation for it... like I just feel like he's the type to moan a lot during it, especially when you're riding him.

He'd just be throwing his head back, mouth hanging open, while groans keep escaping his lips. And don't even get me started on the kisses... he would constantly bite his lip to keep him from making too many sounds but at some point he can't hold it any more and starts whimpering every time you connect your lips to his skin.

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] kim sunoo

I think Sunoo would also be very vocal, even during make out sessions. I think he'd moan into the kiss, so it isn't very audible but you know he's making a lot of noises and they just get muffled by your lips.

During sex I feel like he wouldn't be too loud but would let out a lot of very breathy moans. So he is actually making a lot of sounds but it just isn't very audible if yk what I mean...

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] sim jaeyun

Now for Jake I think he can get very loud from time to time. If you are leaving hickeys on him, especially his neck, he'd be a groaning mess for sure. During sex I don't really think he'd be very loud, maybe a few grunts here and there but nothing big.

But once he cums, oh my god... he'd whimper like crazy. I could totally see him be the type to grip your waist or whatever part of your skin is closest and dig his fingers in it, throwing his head back, mouth hanging wide open as he whimpers and groans.

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] park jongseong

I think Jay can really keep any noises in if he wants to. He'd be very composed and good at keeping himself together as he pounds into you. But similar to Jake he'd get lost in the pleasure and some grunts and groans would slip out of him.

But this man has a thing for kissing. Making out, you kissing him, him kissing you, doesn't matter. He would always moan against your lips and skin, the sound getting muffled by the contact, so it wouldn't be very audible.

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] yang jungwon

I honestly don't know how to explain this, but to me Jungwon is not a very vocal person. He would not make loud sounds like moaning or whimpering.

What he would do tho, would be hissing. It sounds a little weird at first but I think that's his way of showing he's being pleased. Like imagine he's rutting into you and his teeth are gritted, head tilted back, eyes closed while he breathes heavily and hisses through his closed teeth.

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[˗ˏˋ ✧ ´ˎ˗] park sunghoon

Now this man does not make a sound. His reactions to any satisfaction would rather be physical than vocal. He's the type to tug on your hair, roll back his eyes or bite his lip in order to keep his composure.

When you're kneeling in front of him, he'd whisper to you, pull slightly on your hair while breathing hard. But personally I don't think he would be very vocal during any of this.

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[lowkeychenle]

Some Things Can't Be Taught [ZCL] (M) fic teaser

Description: In which you are failing college physics, and your childhood best friend offers up one of his friends as your tutor—except, there’s a little something he wants to learn from you in exchange.

Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst in some spots

Content Warnings: explicit, protected sex; awkward Chenle; reader is more experienced (Chenle is a virgin); reader and Chenle ridicule each other; use of pet name ‘baby’ (Chenle isn’t creative yet); oral sex (f & m receiving); alcohol consumption; maybe more to come

Release Date: 5.31.2024

Expected Word Count: 15-20k

Teaser Word Count: 530

Taglist: open! comment or send an ask to be added

Permanent Taglist: open! comment or send an ask to be added

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x fem!reader (features Dreamies, aespa Giselle & Karina)

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Everything was normal until the next Saturday. You don’t usually see Chenle on the weekends unless there’s a party you’re dragging him to. Today, you hoped to relax your brain and take a day for yourself, but the knock at your door decided otherwise.

You open it, and Chenle stands there, looking as if he’s about to be sick to his stomach. Recoiling, you step back to let him in, and he enters without a word.

“Are you okay?” you ask. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

You flounder for words, unsure of how to handle this situation. “I thought you wanted a real opportunity—”

“Opportunities are made, aren’t they?” He wets his lips. “How do I…I don’t want to be fucking awful when I do find someone, okay?”

“Chenle, that’s a wild way to think of it. If you want to be with someone you love, and you’re in a relationship long enough to get to that point, the other person should be understanding—”

“It’s not a big deal. Societal constructs or whatever.”

“I…Okay. I’ll help you find someone.” Your brain whirls at the sudden switch, and you shift on your feet. “Are you sure?”

There’s a moment of silence, accompanied with him looking up at the ceiling briefly, as if there are words locked in his throat he desperately wants to let out. He curses under his breath and shakes his head.

“I don’t want someone random.”

“You have someone in mind?”

“This is so fucking embarrassing.” He laughs at himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t be weirded out by this. But I need to be with someone I trust, and you…you’re the only girl I trust.”

The shock hits you so hard, you’re almost knocked off balance. You knew Chenle had gotten more comfortable with you, but this stretches a bit beyond that. And before you knew he was a virgin, you wouldn’t have said no to hooking up with him.

“Me.” You gulp. “You want…to have sex with me.”

“Okay, now it’s weird.” His fists clench at his sides and he avoids your gaze. “Forget I came by, okay? I’m sorry that was so weird, we can just never talk about it again, and I’ll keep…being me, and—”

“Slow down, please.” You card your fingers through your hair and try to force the shock away. “I didn’t even respond. Give me like three seconds to wrap my head around it.”

He nods in response, staring down at his feet.

“So, you…you trust me. And because of that, you want me to take your virginity?” You’re still not completely caught up.

“Yeah, it sounded better in my head, I think.”

“Is that the only reason you want me instead of someone else?” you ask.

“What do you mean by that?” He plays with the bottom hem of his T-shirt. “But you’re not—it’s not like that. I trust you. We both know I think you’re pretty. I’ve learned a lot of…things from you, and I thought that maybe we could—”

“You want sex lessons.”

“Can you—My God, please don’t say it like that.” He cringes.

[sleepy-steve]

@steddieangstyaugust 12/08 // ‘Terrible Things’ by Mayday Parade

wc: 530  // rating: M // cw: references to sexual content, references to parental abuse // tags: angst, mutual pining, bad parental figures, unhealthy relationships

divider credits @steddiecameraroll-graphics

They’re not together.

Steve comes to the trailer almost every night, waiting until after Wayne’s left for work, or sneaking through a window. But they’re not together.

Eddie’s heart jumps in his chest when he answers the door. His eyes flutter shut when Steve’s lips meet his. Eddie could swear their hearts beat as one when their chests are pressed against each other. When Steve is inside him, he feels whole. They lay together in the cramped bed after, shared joints passed back and forth, arms around each other, heads on chests, sweet nothings whispered. But they’re not together.

Steve leaves before the sun comes up. Kisses Eddie on the lips—soft, sweet, romantic—and says he’ll be back the next night. Which he will. Eddie wants to ask him to just stay. Almost does, every time he leaves. But he can’t. Because they’re not together.

Eddie wants to, but he won’t bring it up. Because he remembers the way his father yelled. The way his mother cried. How they always fought, with Eddie hiding under his bed to get away from the noise. His mother would apologise and hold him, a sole source of comfort in their house. He remembers how awful it was when she passed, and that his father was even angrier then. Eddie has never seen a relationship that went well. Where people were actually happy. He doesn’t believe anyone can have it, let alone him. So they’re not together.

Because what they have now is good. And it’s all Eddie will let himself have.

———

They’re not together.

Eddie welcomes him with a light in his eyes that Steve only sees in the evening, and his heart aches to see it. But they’re not together.

Steve longs for the feeling of his lips on Eddie’s, of his hands in his hair, of Eddie’s teeth biting his neck. Thinks endlessly about the sounds Eddie makes when Steve enters him, taking his time, drawing it out for as long as he can. Even more, he craves the time they spend together after. The soft trailing of fingertips against hot skin, the gentle embraces, the intimacy of shared cigarettes, the ghost of their lips still on the filters. But they’re not together.

Eddie always feels so far away. No matter how close they are physically, there’s a distance. Like Steve’s being held at arm’s length. And he wants to chase. He wishes he could. But he knows when he’s not wanted, so he doesn’t. Because they’re not together.

Steve wants to talk about it, but he’s scared. Because he still feels empty when he thinks about his parents leaving him alone. Still remembers how they never had enough time for him, how they barely tolerated each other. The cold indifference that they regarded him with only rivalled by that which they treated each other with. Despite how much he wants to chase, to go after the thing he wants, he holds back. He knows better than to chase someone who doesn’t want him. Steve keeps himself safe, leaves before he can get hurt. So they’re not together.

Because what they have is enough. And Steve convinces himself it’s all he needs.

[polymechs]

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[sophswritingthings]

I'm not the original anon for the 'x apothecary reader' but I've become absolutely invested.

But I was just thinking... About the whole situation with akemi in the brothel house and how that would go down with the reader?

pairing: mizu x fem!apothecary!reader

warning(s): mentions of prostitution/sex work, swearing

a/n: the fact that ya'll are enjoying this series so much….. I’ve gotten three separate asks that are not from the full series. this is my dream as a fic writer, let me tell you!

summary: your wife leaving and going into the brothel without you made you nervous. and the clatter that followed worried you more; so much you spring to your feet to find out what’s happening. 

word count: 530 words / 2,823 characters

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when madam kaji finally approached, your wife got to her feet quickly. you had waited hours on hours for the madam to appear, she was eager to finally get on with this. 

you looked up at her with a concerned expression. she gave you a little nod; trying to assure you with her safety. 

did you want to believe her? your mind certainly didn’t. but mizu was a skilled samurai who could take down a woman such as madam kaji in mere seconds, if she so needed.

you watched her walk off with the madam, off into the dark corridor of the brothel.

it had been about thirty minutes, and mizu had still not returned. she was just supposed to talk to the madam, right? mizu.. she would never—

���you couldn’t think like that.

a loud crash in the back of the brothel had alerted you, though. if anyone was causing trouble in the brothel; it was definitely your wife.

you were hesitant to get to your feet. you didn’t want to intrude, yet…

you got to your feet, and headed down the hallway. the room you had watched madam kaji lead mizu to had the door closed; worrying your further.

first, you opened the latch to the door. you saw your wife with a woman pinned to the floor, her hands tight around her wrists. you slammed the latch shut, pushing the door open with such force.

when you stepped inside, mizu looked up at you. as did the woman. mizu looked absolutely terrified.

mizu wasn’t scared of much.

but her wife angry? god that was her greatest fear.

you glanced down at the woman, you recognized her in an instant. princess akemi of kyoto. and there you wife was, sitting on top of her.

“first of all, back up,” you hiss, commanding mizu to move. mizu did so, releasing akemi's wrists. akemi sat up, rubbing her wrists in pain.

“don’t tell me your upset with me,” mizu whispers as you step closer to her.

you knew mizu would never cheat on you with how devoted the two of you were. but you had every right to be pissed off at finding your wife with another woman, pinned to the ground.

“I know you would never do that, you wouldn’t dare,” you grumble, sitting beside her. “though I do have to question what in the flames of hell you we’re doing.”

“she attempted to attack me, it was self defense,” mizu glared at akemi. 

“a princess running away to a brothel, of all places. than attempting to kill my husband? I think not.” you narrow your eyes, “we'll sit here until the madam returns.”

“husband?” akemi scoffs, her voice posh as ever. “why you would want to marry a demon is beyond me. you are a fine woman.. you would have your pick.”

you roll your eyes, “because love does not rest on physical appearance. or blood, even. I love him, and that is the end of this discussion.”

you stand up, to loom over the princess.

“attempt to hurt my husband again and I will hurt you, understand?”

akemi timidly nodded, genuinely spooked by your demeanor.

“good.”

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a/n: I’m sorry it’s so short babe, it’s just a lil drabble <3

[fangsnpaws]

cg!sam winchester headcannons ✩ wc: ~530 ✩ [div.]

this is about SFW agere/petre. dni if k¡nk. i’m a minor.

☆ CAREGIVER SAAAMM!!!! he would be so sweet. just be the best ever. that's it. that's the only headcannon. /j

★ i think that he wouldn't already know about regression, and it might take him a while to understand, but he would be so supportive. once he knew how much it helps you, he'd be all for it.

☆ he would probably do extra research into it. i mean... it's sam. i feel like he would really want to learn the science/psychology behind it. partially just out of curiosity, but also so that he can understand better. he would want to know exactly what's happening when you're regressing or dreaming so that he doesn't accidentally do something wrong.

★ he would LOVE playing!! whether you're a pet or a human little, he would adore it. i think he'd specifically really like physical playing! ⤵

☆ pretend roughhousing, picking you up and throwing you onto a bed/couch just to make you giggle, tickling if you'd enjoy it, spinning you around, putting you on his shoulders, doing the airplane game where he lays on his back and puts you in the air using his feet, crawling around on all fours and letting you sit on his back, playing peekaboo, etc.

★ but of course, he would really love all types of playing! with plushies or other toys, playing pretend, going to a park or outside in general, playing online games or board games/puzzles/card games, just anything. him and dean didn't have a lot of time or opportunities to be kids, so this would be really enjoyable and healing for him <3

☆ i can totally see him being a huge nickname guy. both calling you nicknames and petnames (if u want!), and receiving them!

★ i think some of his favs for you would be: baby, bud, pumpkin, tiny, hon(ey), bug, cutiepie, silly things like stinkybutt, jellybean, munchkin, short-stuff, and nick/petnames related to your animal type if you're a pet!

☆ i think some of his favs to receive would be: bubba, bubs, dada, sammy, samsam, and maybe even a sammy-wammy hehe

★ if you were okay with it, he would love to tell dean funny and adorable things that you two do together!! i think he'd love telling cas, too. (cg!cas hcs coming soon??)

☆ because of the frequent traveling, he would love to get you a toy or souvenir from everywhere they go! whether it be just a random tshirt, or something like a mothman plush if they're in point pleasant, wv!

★ speaking of random tshirt gifts, i think he'd really love buying you clothes and/or gear!! he'd love letting you borrow his clothes, as well as picking out goofy tshirts and bottoms with adorable patterns.

☆ he would take so much pride in being your caregiver, and be so happy that you trust him and that he'd be able to take care of you! having sammy as your cg would result in a lot of funny memories, so much healing for the both of you, and so much happiness. i think he'd be great at handling negative regressions, too. doing whatever he can to take care of you and bring you comfort <3

[franki-lew-yo]

Still unemployed

Sorry as always for the open rant you all witnessed two nights back from me. I'm genuinely very stressed about money. In summer and fall 2023 my concern was just trying to make myself noticed somehow, bit-by-bit through social media and gaining a substantial following just to better myself as an artist.

Now, I need any income I've got just to afford my rent and utilities.

To put it into perspective (besides the Ko-fi produced Shelby-fund, which was successfully breached and will be used this coming week on her vet bill) my ssi income's been reduced to 530$ a month while my rent is 760$. My old job supplied at least 300$+ but I don't have any of that coming in now. The stimulus money I was given as a parting gift instead of a final paycheck can't be withdrawn from or transferred to my main bank. I have at least 140$ left on that stimulus just for other expenses like busfair, art supplies, dog and home care.

I'm INCREDIBLY grateful to have my EBT card covering my groceries, my jobcoaches assisting with printing out cardstock for any (eventual) upcoming events or cons and getting me a buspass discount, and of course the backers to my Shelby fund to cover that for the year (much love to Brandon, Misty and Cheatsy on Ko-fi). I will be receiving unemployment soon, though still not enough to cover my rent and utility cost.

But, I need to pay for services on Upwork, Linked In and Vograce, for sensitivity readers and animators and shipping costs for any physical Etsy merchandise, possible venue space for real-life events, professional art prints, computer and tablet maitanance, and that's not even getting to possibly subscribing to sites such as instagram or Facebook. I still have a lot to save up for and do WITHOUT being unemployed.

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Tent- Robb Stark (2)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader

Characters: Robb Stark

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- Before Robb Stark made his promise to the twins he capture Jaimie Lannister and Y/N Hill (Tywin Lannister bastard). She was chained up right beside her brother before Robb Command his m’en to unchain her and giver her a proper tent and let her be bath and have food. Robb starts to fall for her and decides to marry her so she can have a stark name and be a queen in the North since she not treated well by her siblings accept Tyrion of cours. Tywin Lannister agréés to it and give back his sisters and Robb give back Jamie to the Lannister

Word Count: 530

Author: Charlotte

The two of you fell silent as your attention fell upon who was entering the cage. You had been graced by both the king of the north and his mother, along with random soldiers that fed you the slop that was called dinner. This time Robb Stark entered the cage, his thick furs followed by two soldiers. The only time he himself had entered the cage was to question you both, receiving no useful answers but at least he didn’t leer at you like the other men, or make the same abhorrent threats.

“Unshackle her,” he stated, gesturing towards you.

“Why?” You asked, not certain why you would question being released from the painful metal that was keeping you in the spot.

No one answered you as the guard on the left crouched down undoing the shackle around your neck and one of your wrists. He grabbed hold of the handcuff that was hanging from your wrist, using it to haul you up onto your feet. Your legs wobbled below you, but the way the man tugged at the metal, you couldn’t have fallen even if you wanted to.

Robb turned and exited the cage, both guards following behind him, you being pulled along with them.

“Where are you taking her?” Jaime called out.

“Jaime?” You squeaked. Thus far when one of you was removed from the cage, the other came too. This was a first, and you didn’t like it.

Your brother called after you as you stumbled behind the guard, until you entered a tent, where the three men stopped. The guard removed the second handcuff, leaving you to finally be free of all the shackles, but the fact there were armed men everywhere in the encampment, left you feeling as trapped as ever.

“What do you want with me?” You asked.

“You will be staying here for the night,” Robb stated. “Bathe, eat and rest. We shall speak in the morning.”

He started heading for the flap of the tent, leaving you baffled.

“What about Jaime?” You questioned. “Why am I here?”

Robb paused but didn’t turn around. “A guard will be on watch outside. If you need anything ask him.”

The three men left the tent.

Even though you weren’t physically caged anymore, you felt far more scared than you had before. You looked around the tent. For a tent in an encampment, it was nice, at least significantly nicer than your previous home. A bed was in one corner, it didn’t look comfortable, but it had a pillow and a blanket and didn’t involve you sitting with your arms behind your back, so you were beyond pleased. On the other side of the room was a metal bath filled with water, and from the smoking coals that had been scooped off to the side, you were sure it would be warm. Beside it sat a table with a chunk of bread and a large bowl of soup, along with clothes draped over the chair.

You didn’t understand why you were in the tent, but you knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth and made the most of the provisions left for you.

[hiscloakmydaggers]

Tradere

AU i just made up today, where nic grows up as a brotherhood soldier instead of gunner. im sorry!!

PS. title is latin for “to hand over.” thought that was cute

word count: 530

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Just yesterday was life paradise. Deacon was in Nic’s arms, on the verge of falling asleep, with a pleasant tingle he felt only with his lover. Today that tingle was gone. In its place was a tremble, one that knew it would soon never shake again.

Everywhere around Deacon were corpses of his closest comrades, their blood, their documents not to be seen by anyone. Especially not a Brotherhood soldier, like Nic. There was a reason he had never told anyone about the affair: both of them would lose their jobs, friends, likely everything. Nevertheless, Deacon lost everything.

Nic stood over his kneeling body, parts of his power armor torn and covered in blood. His helmet was in Deacon’s lap, it was the only thing the spy could bear to do as harm to him.

“Is this how we end?” The spy mumbled, “I didn’t think you would fall this easily, honey,” he hissed like a snake.

It wasn’t like Nic wanted it to end like this, he didn’t even want it to end. The past few months with Deacon were the best of his life. Somehow he had seen them getting married one day, abandoning all duties, maybe living in a cabin across the mountains. But dreams are just dreams, lessons reverberated in his head, dreams were just dreams.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” his fists held tight to his hammer, with a grip about to slip from the blood that coated it.

“Then don’t. Why is that so hard for you?”

“You cannot understand-.” A cough interrupted him.

“I did and I do, I trusted you, goddammit. Was I just a part of a mission? You spied on the spy? So fucking funny.”

“What we have is real. I cannot forget it,” for the first time since he was an infant, a tear dropped from his eye. “You mean so much to me.”

“You mean jack shit now, Roach,” Deacon turned his head up. His glasses were gone, left over his thigh, cracked. He only had them off in moments of vulnerability, such as now. “Kill me. You love the Brotherhood so fucking much, more than me, then kill me!”

“My love-“

Deacon laughed at a name that used to bring him peace, “forget that. God… god I hate you.”

“No, you do not. Neither do I hate you,” Nic grit his teeth, lowering his hammer to his waist.

“Stop lying to me!” He spewed a yell that raptured his lungs, “if you loved me, you wouldn’t do something like this.” His eyes watered more, with tears that hurt to produce. They shined with a thousand pleads for life.

Only Nic could decipher those begs. They cracked his heart into halves.

“Do not beg any longer, for it is pointless. As long as I live, you will live.”

Walls collapsed, releasing Deacon’s true feelings, “...I-I love you. But I’m not going to ever date you again.”

Nic cupped his cheek to give him one final kiss. He poured every last bit of love he had for the man into it. Physically and mentally he felt him reciprocate, filled with the same devotion. Pulling away, Nic sighed, “if that is how it ends.”

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how come i only write deanic in AUs where everything ends badly for them… whatever! once again, thank u to @wassertoffatom for this idea. but now i rlly need to get back to imagining them happy before i cry

[cemetery-sunset]

🔪Johnny Sawyer Headcanons #3

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The only member of the family who genuinely works out with the intention of working out is Johnny. It’s a similar thought process when it comes to his hygiene. “The bait” has to look good to attract something good. He also just enjoys the power trip of being physically bigger and stronger than most people, it’s a sadistic thing for him.

Johnny prides himself on being the second biggest member of the family. Obviously, Bubba is the biggest and strongest. But Johnny is definitely the second best. He is super strong and 6 feet tall. The Twins may be similar heights (Nubbins is 6’2, Chop is 6’) but they don’t have the same muscular, thick build that Johnny does. Even when Johnny goes into town, people can just see him and know that he is a force to be reckoned with. If a bar fight ever starts, or any type of altercation, people fear what would happen if Johnny gets mixed up in it. He never joins in, unless somebody hits him first.

Johnny plays with his food… In both a murderous and horny way. He loves tying up girls and cutting them, torturing them and watching them bleed. Sometimes he likes to sit back and watch one of the boys torture the victim, but that’s rare. He prefers to get his hands on them first. If a girl is particularly beautiful, Johnny will keep her tied up and do more than just cutting or torture. He likes forcing the girls to kiss him. Sometimes that doesn’t go well and the girl bites him or something like that. If that happens, he hits them for a punishment and focuses on her other parts, instead of her mouth. He loves hearing the noises they make. Drayton hates when Johnny has sex with dinner, but he definitely can’t stop him. He will just opt to lecture Johnny instead.

Johnny has insomnia. He has a huge problem with sleeping. Sometimes he has good luck and can get a few hours uninterrupted. Most of the time, he can’t. It’s a combination of his own brain not letting him sleep… and his family just adding to the difficulty. That’s the reason why Johnny will only spend the night in his own shack. The family is too loud and annoying, and Nancy is very overbearing. Even in his own shack, he can sometimes hear a yell or a machine that keeps him up. He would never admit to genuinely liking, and being grateful, for something, but Johnny is genuinely grateful for the car yard and the amount of machines on the property that he can play with. A lot of nights are spent outside, enjoying the night air and messing around with various machines.

Johnny does not know how to sit down. He’s not chaotic and energetic in the way that the Twins are, but he cannot sit and do nothing. He is a busy body and a workaholic. He always has a project in progress somewhere around the property. His only “down time” would be when he goes out to bars to scope out girls to bring home. And technically, even that counts as “working”.

[tainted-sweet-meats]

more oc lore weeee this time of Jìjìng the Void Ghoul

to see his full info check under the cut vvvvv

Full name: Jìjìng (寂静)

Gender/ sexuality:  genderfluid/ pansexual

Pronouns: He, they

Size: 6'1"

Species: Void Ghoul

Voiceclaim: N/A (regular voice), N/A (in an aggressive state)

Speech quirk

"you want to be my friend? How interesting...." "you look beautiful today.. and you smell enchanting as well.. very tempting to eat even.. haha" "sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry....." "Plz get away from me..get away....get..GET AWAYYYYYyyyyy FRooooOm meeEEEeee"

personality music N/A

General info

Jìjìng is a very special void ghoul. Unlike most of his kind, he has an interest in humans. Not just any interest like his kind naturally does. He wants what his kind can't offer. Which is bonds and emotional connection. His kind tends to only come around each other to breed which can be violent and one time interactions. It is unknown why Jìjìng wants more. It is believed that its due to the fact of how humanoid he is or the fact he dwells within the city watching humans more so than his kind does.

Jìjìng has had many interactions with humans, be it for food or for his interests. When making a friend Jìjìng is watchful. He tends to like good natured people. Those who show compassion and selfless acts will always gain the attention of Jìjìng. He will make his presence more noticeable by mimicking the voices of those said human trusts to see if they will react to the direction the call came from. At this rate Jìjìng's interest is peaked.

His aura is naturally alluring to a human, being strange in countenance. Most may interact with him first not realizing he was always there watching them for some time. He may not talk at first because he is trying to mentally gather stored information on said human. An the best way to interact with them in fear of scaring them off. He talks mumbled at best to avoid showing off his stained teeth. The eyes in his hair tend to stay shut to avoid giving his non-human figure away.

At this rate after grabbing the humans attention he seems some what aloof and quiet while the human chatters on softly about mundane things he doesn't understand much. In the processes he is learning about their kind. An slowly gaining interest with said human. An while his hunger can be invasive he enjoys their company and doesn't see them as food at this point. He becomes very protective of them, their needs, and even enjoys the sound of their voice as long as its not loud for long periods of time.

Language

A void ghoul's natural language is grunts, growls, snorting and lays heavy in body language. They also communicate with touch and examination. They are awfully good mimics and chances are if they speak to you, the voice they have is possibly from a past victim. Eating body parts help them mimic as well. The true form of an original void ghoul is not humanoid in origin. The more humans they eat, the more they assimilate to help them better survive and get closer to their food source. Eating the voice box and tongue helps them pick up language very well. They naturally have auditory mapping to mimic sounds or the voices their prey trusts if they hear it.

The best way to avoid a ghoul of his kind is to make sure to listen to a trusting call for more than 3 times. A ghoul never calls its prey past 3. It is unknown what that number means to them, but if a true human is calling you they will continue to do so and get closer to you as they call you. A ghoul will  lure you to them with a mock voice of those you trust in hopes of you falling for it.

Affection & Relationships

When Jìjìng is finally given affection such as hugs, physical closeness, kisses, or something suggesting more. He can get slightly panicked. He is in the age range where ghouls do breed but he is mentally not there. A ghouls peak is around 500-530 in age to show any form of interest beyond basic needs. As for humans he does not fully grasp them or the fast turn around they have for such acts. He can play hard to get unknowingly by keeping his distance. An he only acts this way when he smells a particular spicy scent off of said human. He is not interested at best for this since he is only 525 years of age. This is normal for his age. They are very fickle at this point of their life.

He can still give affection. Once the human is aware of what he is and still accepts him, he shows affection the only way a ghoul knows how to. Bringing back kills for them to show they are good enough. He guttural growls to push comfort to said human he has interest in. The growling is very low in tone and can some what mimic purring. The purring seems to be of the same frequency that tigers and lions give off when content.

He will try to scent mark said human by rubbing on them to fend off other ghouls from trying to attack his human. A warning that he will brutally attack others of his kind for trespassing. The scent from his plasma hair is calming to those that like him but putrid to others who have ill will towards him or anyone scented with his personal smell. 

Jìjìng is also slightly panicked with women from the human species. He assumes they are like his own. Violent when interested. An a male void ghoul has to keep on his toes when interacting. He assumes that like his own they will become vicious, demanding and even physically challenging to force him to show what he is worth to them. A void ghoul female is much bigger physically and do bully the males away from hunting grounds and living territory that have more of their food source on it.

While a human is smaller in size to him it is just mentally ingrained instinct wise that a female with interest wont think twice on taking his life. So the sudden interest can give him slight anxiety. He tends to calm down once said human shows affection versus a challenge or fight that could end him. He tends to forget that humans and void ghouls are not the same at all. But you can't fault him, he is a creature driven naturally by instinct.

Once with said human he tends to be at peace trying to get used to their ways and even food. Even though human food tastes good it gives him no nutritional value what so ever. Jìjìng will humor his human interest with doing human things just to see them happy. He is a very simple creature at best.

Natural Instincts vs Self Indulgence

Though Jìjìng loves humans, he can't help but..love them a bit too much. He makes off handed comments on how they smell and forgets telling a human they taste great isn't the best compliment. It's very hard for him to make friends with one of his kind much less with humans since they are very very noisy creatures. But due to his ghoulish nature he is naturally drawn to them due to them being a food source for his kind. Unlike other ghouls... He wants more than sustenance from a human.

He sees how humans interact with each other..embraces, kisses, holding hands, even uttering sweet vows of lasting love. It's something he curiously yearns for. Due to his humanoid like features. He tends to pass off as some edgy person..unknowing to humans he's very far from that. He has made friends before but they don't last too long.

It's not like he doesn't try to keep friends, but sometimes hunger gets the better of him. An even worse something he can't truly control..his reaction to noise. Most void ghouls hate excessive, unbalanced and erratic noises. It causes them to be violent and have the need to get rid of whatever is making the noise, permanently. In this state they truly seem inhuman in origin.  

Lucky for said human, if they pay attention they can tell his moods by how his mock plasma hair reacts. Usually in a state of near aggression his multi-eyes will zero in on whatever is causing the distress. It will start to move and slightly separate. If said human is not careful and doesn't realize what their noise is doing it will lash out grab them. The last thing they will see is a cage of eyes before the noise causes the chamber to explode taking the life of said human and Jìjìng's head with it.

His head comes back together after his fit of rage but the friend doesn't come back. Once He is back to normal he is filled with regret and a voracious yearning to be close. His memory of you is gone by then though. It's very tragic since in this state he is confused, angry, alone, depressed and horribly hungry. He will end up eating said friend who was caught it the explosion. Not realizing it was a human they have befriended or even loved in his own way.

Memory issues

Being close and having the devotion of a void ghoul can be rewarding but ...they do suffer from memory issues due to the rage fits they get. After each head explosion they tend to forget who their friends or close ones are. It's a tragic cycle for a void ghoul, which is why so many of his kind are loners. They tend to hate the burning pain of unremembered loss and just submerge themselves in hunger to forget the pain.

A gentle reminder can ensure your safety back into their heart. That is if you didn't cause the explosion or some how miraculously avoided it. While they might of forgotten for a short time, jog their memory with something meaningful. Maybe your void ghoul gave you a special gift? Show it to them. They usually give gifts that have meaning to them or their kind. Have something with their scent on it, maybe they made you borrow a shirt of theirs for this very reason, if they are about to attack you show them the shirt first. They may smell it for a while before looking at you in confusion and roughly tackling you in a hug. While trying to remember you. In doing so they cover you with their scent in hope they don't forget you ever again.

A sure fire way if you don't have the first 2  items on  you is to say their name 3 times. A void ghoul never gives out their name unless it is some one they have great devotion to. These creatures believe it is a powerful thing and who ever has it could control them. Usually during a mid attack on said human if they say the ghouls name 3 times..the creature will stop dead in its,tracks confused. Trying to figure out how do you know it and if they knew you prior. In doing so they will sniff around you. Usually your scent without them being in a state of rage will jog their memory of you as well. This will result in them making a grunt like cry in a panic that they almost killed you.

They will slowly make their way towards you, scared that you will run from them. If anything they can be caught making that off purring sound in order to coax you back to them. Signalling that they are harmless to you. The purring seems pained and very strained after all the fuss. In a state of confusion and pain they will try to get back into your good graces anyway possible.

These poor creatures are very much emotionally volatile and once they remember you they can become overjoyed and then sad because they almost ate someone they cared for. They become attentive and clingy afterwards. They will bring you gifts throughout the remembering period, even miscellaneous pieces of flesh to feed you. I would just take it and say you will eat it later just to be polite at their efforts.

Jìjìng, while special, is not the only one of his kind with his nature and interests. As time progresses and modernizes, void ghouls have a natural need to progress and adapt which makes his kind as well as himself complicated on many levels.

Likes: Quiet spaces, dark areas, flesh of any kind, affection, quiet talk, metal music, rhythmic tempo

Dislikes: loud noises, crowded spaces, aggressive friends, being yelled at, being pushed away

[commander-rahrah]

Only for him - Gale x GN!Reader

Pairing: Gale x GN!Reader Word Count: ~ 530 Warnings/Tags: act 2 spoilers, angst, hurt, talk of death and blood, eventually happyish?, no use of y/n, some in game dialogue Setting: Act 2, Ilithid Colony under Moonrise Towers

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I've been flipping back in forth between my fics, while also finishing up my most recent playthrough of my fighter Tav x Gale romance save. And I couldn't help but want to make more of an angsty/hurt version of the conversation you have with him when you convince Gale to not blow himself the eff up in Moonrise Towers.

For the purposes of this tiny little ficlit, Tav/Reader is a melee tank (fighter, paladin, etc.) Folk Hero who has been through the ringer, lost many people and is just very... very tired. And has been waiting to get their own happy ending for so long that they thought it would never happen.

Anyways, I have enough on my plate with my two fics so I'm not committing to anything but I really enjoyed fleshing out this little headcannon dream I had while playing my newest playthrough. And I think Gale deserves all the love too! Thank you for reading, and if you liked it let a girl know!

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"This is it. I must do as Mystra commands." Gale took a steadying breath, his brown eyes looking anywhere but you. He had them focused ahead, on the monstrosity that was the so-called Absolute.

His leather boot took one step forward, but his movement halted as you stepped in front of him. Your heart was aching, a real physical pain cracking through it. "Gale, you cannot do this. Please, don't do this." You begged, your armored hand wrapped around his bound forearm.

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed thickly, "What choice do I have? More than just a goddess counts on my courage: whole worlds hang in the balance." His dark eyes looked at you sadly, anguish etching the features of his face as his wrist turned so he could hold back onto you. His fingers trembling like it would be his last touch.

Your lips quivered as you stepped closer to him. Even in this dank, evil abyss under the Tower you breathed in his familiar, warm scent. "I have spent my entire life fighting and bleeding. All I have known is death. I have stared it down on my knees, shattered and broken - even if it never came to take me, it took everyone else. And I was… so tired, so ready to give up." Tears were welling in your eyes, emotion crawling up your throat until your words choked out of you. "But then I met you. And all of it, every screaming muscle as I swung my blade, every aching bone as I took another hit, every drop of blood, every scream and tear shed... all of it was worth it. Because it led to you."

Tears were streaming down both of your cheeks now, leaving lines of clean skin as it cut through the dust and dirt and blood that stained your face. "Please, Gale - my love. Don't do this. We have time. We can have time." You grabbed either side of his face, his brown eyes softening as you tipped your forehead onto his. Your voice was a whisper, "I choose you, Gale. Not the wizard, not the sacrifice or Goddess' pawn. The man I love. Choose me back. The one who loves you. We can find another way together. I love you."

"I love you too. Much more than myself. More even than Mystra. Whether I condemn this world or not: I choose you." He nodded, his forehead still pressed tightly to yours as he pressed his lips softly to yours.

It was not the time nor place for such gentle acts of love. Not with an abomination around the corner, not with an undying man waiting to unleash his evil machinations on the world so close by. But you could not help yourself, not when it came to Gale. You pressed your lips harder to his for just a moment longer, memorizing the feeling and taste of him before you pulled away.

The pair of you nodded at each other breathlessly, eyes shifting with determination.

You would draw your sword and hold up your shield again. You would fight another day. Fight for another lifetime. You would stare down and ward off death once again. If only for him. Only for him.

[darsynia]

Sneak Peek: Shipping and Handling Ch 1

SERIES MASTERLIST | HAND(S) OFF MASTER | STORY LINK

Story Summary: Whether it's fair or not, you and Steve are chemically linked. The circumstances may have been unusual, but they aren't impossible to replicate, meaning there could be other couples going through the same thing. Dr. Bruce Banner has asked the two of you to submit to a series of tests over a period of weeks, tests that are meant to keep the side-effects you're experiencing at a minimum, but which also mean you'll be seeing more of each other.

As the days pass, two things become clear: proximity doesn't lift the ardor as much as Banner expected... and though you try to keep it to themselves, both you and Steve feel just as emotionally drawn to each other as you are physically. Are those feelings also prompted by Mistress? Is there any way to figure it out ethically? Will the new way you're both seeing Bucky make things worse... or better?

Length/Warnings: snippet is 530 / this is a horny (but not sexual) snippet, minors DNI

The guy at the security counter calls the apartment with a dubious expression that makes you worried about just how much like a vagabond you look, but eventually nods and directs you to an elevator.

“He’ll meet you in the hallway,” the man says, leaning into the elevator car once you’ve boarded to call out a code phrase you don’t recognize. He gives you one last once-over and adds, “It changes every week.”

When the door closes, your imperfect reflection in the silver coating has you scrambling to adjust the moist cling of your blouse on your breasts. Unkempt twists of hair are glued to your cheeks and forehead with perspiration, and you’d completely forgot that for an easy ego boost, you always apply performance-quality red lipstick for final rehearsal.

In short, the security guy had a point.

The doors open before you get a chance for a last once-over after your adjustments. The best you can do is a weird crossed-arms stance with your hands spread wide to obscure just how lovingly your damp red top is cupping your assets.

Thankfully, the man standing in the hallway is Bucky Barnes.

You rush out, dropping your hands to gesture at yourself with one as you laugh into the other. “Do you see this?” you ask, eyes wide. “I guess I’m lucky the guard downstairs didn’t call the cops instead of the apartment!”

Bucky trails his piercing blue eyes along your outfit, his expression impassive. For the first time ever in his presence, you feel a little objectified, but you shake that off. After all, you told him to look-- and given the growing appreciation in his gaze, he’s at least giving you a bit of a self-esteem boost. When Bucky’s finished, having followed through by taking in your pencil skirt and crimson sandals with his head tipped to the side, he finally looks you in the eyes.

“Nice toenail polish,” he smirks.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” you gripe under your breath. “Please tell me you have a shirt I can borrow? They still have the heat on at the venue, Babs is tearing out her hair. If the forecast is right about how hot it’ll be tomorrow night, we’ll have to hand out free cups of ice to keep an audience.”

“Yeah, but we got a gauntlet to run before that,” he tells you. The apartment door’s open, and he stands to the side, gesturing for you to precede him.

“If it’s related to another set of metal doors and a scary British man telling me to hide, I’ll just walk home, spring heatwave or not.”

“She’s here?” Steve says from inside. He comes out right as you walk over, and both of you stop within inches of each other. “You’re late,” he says-- but the tone of his voice is the exact same stressed, desperate, needy one you’ve tried not to fondly remember. The words, ‘Oh, Steve, if you’re going for ‘stern,’ be careful! hover up as a possible response, but you can’t imagine saying them in anything other than your flirty lounge singer persona, and that would cross too many lines, especially today.