#Bastard snake man my beloved

[youngerfrankenstein]

(Spoilers: It does)

[ozzgin]

Hai, beloved....❤️✨

I've liked your blog for a long time and I came here to make a request With the six Handsome Yokai, muehehe ~

With fem reader who is the wife of the Yokai (separately) and is a woman who turns out to be a beautiful and elegant Oni please...❤️💋

Of course! My apologies for the delay, it always takes some time to get back into the mood for a certain story. This will be a yokai harem week hopefully. :D I'm very glad you're still around, Strawberry. 💕

Yandere! Yokai Harem AU: Oni! Reader

Featuring the six demon boyfriends - now husbands! - and a female oni reader.

Content: female reader, monster romance

[Main Story] [Character Guide] [Boyfriend Headcanons]

Murasaki

Murasaki needs time to accustom himself to any change in the relationship. You've gotten so close that you now wear his wedding ring, but strangely enough, he will be somewhat distant and shy in the first month after marriage. Mind you, he married you specifically because he cannot envision his life without your presence in it. Yet every time he glances at you, his cheeks burn in embarrassment, and he quickly looks away with a huff. It feels different. You're as beautiful as always, except now you bear the title of his wife. It's an intimacy he's never experienced before, making him nervous. Murasaki does not like uncertainty. How do people get used to it? Additionally, he will be extra protective and particularly caustic towards potential threats. You've had to hold him back from slashing a mere passerby once. "What're you looking at a married woman for? The road is straight ahead, asshole!"

Kiritsubo

Kiritsubo has always been a clingy and affectionate partner and you didn't think it could get any worse. Then you got married. On one hand, it has certainly helped his struggle of feeling insecure and inadequate. Can you blame him? You're stunning, often catching the eye of demons and humans alike. It was difficult to imagine someone like you would be pleased to have him as a partner. Yet here you are by his side, wearing the ring he's given you to tie the knot. He couldn't be any happier. A newfound sense of pride has flooded his entire being. Perhaps he is meant to be yours, after all. On the other hand, he's glued to your side even more so than before. You're married, which means you're basically one, right? It means you can be even more intimate. "Oh, you're preparing a bath for us? I can't wait!"

Suma

"Beauty and the Beast" is a fitting comparison for your relationship with Suma, and not just appearance-wise. You're elegant and well-mannered, while the yokai man is, well...nonchalant is one way to describe it. He is loud, carefree, and unapologetically violent. He loves fighting almost as much as he loves you. In the eyes of most people, you're an unusual pair. Despite everything, Suma can be very gentle, especially when it comes to you. And if he does get too enthusiastic, you're thankfully not as frail as one would believe. You are a powerful oni, after all. He's the kind of guy that will shout "This is my wife" so the whole perimeter knows not to mess with you.

Yuugiri

Yuugiri might just be the perfect match for someone of your status. He is equally good-looking, with androgynous features and distinguished manners. A perfect, charming husband according to many. He knows exactly how to sweep you off your feet and loves to spoil you with compliments. The snake yokai is very proud to have you as his wife. The downside to this is that he can be extremely jealous. If he suspects someone is trying to flirt with you, know that he is already planning their demise. He'll flash you a confident smile while pondering ways to torment the bastard. Don't worry, he will be equally ruthless if someone tries to get close to him instead.

Sakaki

Ah, Sakaki. Your very own gloomy husband, plagued by doubt and fear. Once again, an intriguing pair to outsiders. The depressed, melancholic yokai and his gorgeous, bright oni wife. Yet this is the very reason the demon has fallen in love with you: you're the light in his darkness, the hope in his despair. He proposed to you in the way most expected of him: a ring in one hand, and a noose in the other. "It's you for eternity, or death. You may seal my fate." Life with him won't change much after tying the knot. Although he might get a little more confident now that you have made things official. "Excuse me, you're flirting with my tomb partner. We'll be sharing a coffin one day; you don't stand a chance."

Sekiya

Sekiya will take forever to propose to you, mostly out of fear. Despite your best attempts to reassure him of your love, he is still very much crippled by the fear of rejection. What if you say no? What if you change your mind at the very last moment? You're an alluring, charismatic oni that could easily find someone better than him. His chances are slim. Thankfully it will tone down once you're officially married. He might even come out of his shell and dare to be a little more assertive. "That's MY ring on her finger, j-just so you know", he'll warn, proudly. (It was a jewelry maker asking you what style you prefer)

[vermilionsun]

hiiii! could you possibly do a nsfw ais headcannons or kuras! thank yu for reading!

You've read the title, and that's literally it.

Sorry this took so long! :)

Ais

aka my favourite bastard

✩ slams fist on the table CHOKING KINK Slowy snaking his hand around his lover's neck and watching the realisation dawn on them? Their eyes rolling back as they arch themselves more into his touch? Sign him the fuck up.

✩ Breeding (fr fr) Not as in “getting his partner pregnant” but more he enjoys watching his partner’s bloated tummy and knowing he is the one at fault.

✩ Bondage Blindfolds, restrains etc. As much as he loves his partner scratching his back until he bleeds, watching them beg to do so is much more entertaining.

✩ Dressing up Digging my grave deeper and elaborating; have you heard that one Britney Spears song “Lace and Leather”? That’s it, that’s Ais. Watch’s this man’s jaw go slack and his brain stop working happen he sees his beloved in stockings or lingerie. Just for a few sacred moments though, they will be ripped off and ruined the moment he’s done teasing his partner.

✩ Dirty talk Speaking of teasing; Ais doesn’t hold back. Degradation and praise leave his lips like water. You’re doing well? He’ll let you know. Especially when you’re trying to take his massive cock. He’ll hold your hand and kiss you softly, repeating how good you are for him and how proud he is of you. You’re being bad? Nuh uh rethink that. Does he think you’re hurt somewhere? He asks. He’s not the most talkative person during it but dear Lord, will he speak his mind.

✩ Pet names, I said, PET NAMES His princess/prince/royal (demo reference), his beloved, his darling, his baby, his and only his <3

✩ Positions Missionary, doggy style, AGAINST THE WALL

✩ RIDE HIM RIDE HIM RIDE HIM

✩ Oral Huge fan, prefers giving. This man eats his partner out like they’re his last meal on death row. Pussy, ass, dick? He doesn’t give a single half of a fuck. He eats out for both his and his partner’s pleasure, and on how rewarding that is. Push his face in your sex, beg him not to stop and he will keep going until you pass out.

✩ FACE SITTING Elaborating on the above, SIT ON HIS FACE. And don’t you dare try to get out of the situation with a half-assed shitty excuse, he ain’t having none of that.

✩ Very, VERY light spanking On the ass, and maybe front as well. Nothing too extreme. He doesn’t want to hurt his beloved—

✩ Bloodplay —despite them looking breathtaking covered in crimson red blood. If the blood is his beloved's? Someone is dying.

✩ t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶o̶c̶e̶d̶i̶u̶s̶ ̶t̶e̶n̶t̶a̶c̶l̶e̶s̶

✩ Aftercare The BEST aftercare. Lays with his partner, makes sure they are okay, cleans them up, provides them with a snack and water if they need it. He will need a smoke, but he’ll be quick as a flash—unless his partner wants to join.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

Kuras

aka “that fucking doctor” (Vere’s words, not mine)

✞ tease tease TEASE Adores teasing his beloved until they can’t take it anymore. He uses his body and words to bring his partner to their LIMIT, turning them to a crying, whiny mess for his entertainment.

✞ SIZE KINK Have you SEEN that man? He’s HUMUNGUS. And he makes.it.fit. no matter what. That rare cheshire smile on his lips as his lover struggles, and he leans down to whisper sweet nothings in their ear as he presses down on the bulge that has formed…

✞ Praise Soft whispers and faux promises, how beautiful, how fascinating, all his to devour.

✞ Fingering Long fingers that like to touch you everywhere. He will carefully open you up because he doesn’t want to hurt his partner at all. Ass, pussy, mouth, E V E R Y W H E R E.

✞ Oral On that note, this man’s tongue got people lining round the block for an experience. Rivals Vere’s skill fr.

✞ Plugs.

✞ Heels/boot Just look at how his jaw tightens up when his partner walks into the room with those on.

✞ Edging Loves how his darling struggles and begs him to let them finish, but he just… won't. Not yet.

✞ Silk Oh, to see his partner in angelic—or what mortals consider as—wear, the soft fabric running down their body…yeah, he’s done for.

✞ Temperature Watching his partner shiver in anticipation and then pleasure.

✞ B O D Y W O R S H I P

✞ Cock warming Look, he knows it’s supposed to be a sexual act, but he finds it… almost comforting. His partner is just so warm around him and it feels so nice, it confuses the fallen angel so incredibly much.

✞ Doggystyle and missionary.

✞ Hand holding. It’s a much more intimate act to him than sex itself. It’s a way for him to show you that he’s there for you and to receive confirmation that you're there for him as well. A way to make sure you're alright.

✞ Aftercare Kinda awkward. He’ll clean you up, give you something to drink and either lay and cuddle with you or leave—depends on what kind of relationship you have with him.

[comfortless]

ur konig fics heal me thank you my morning is better :DD

anww, i had a bit of a question! i wasnt sure if u have already answered this question, but how would konig react if he finds out his darling is somehow affiliated in the same field he's in? whether that be a medic or smth else etc etc aside from that, i love ur fics c:

thank you, beloved! ^^ i did a bit here!

but to expand on that a little, i think you may get more leeway with him being a medic.

Instead of being pestered to return home (his home), you may just get this brute extending a hand to help you out. Not that he’s got a lick of medical training. He can patch a wound with a makeshift tourniquet in the midst of some firefight, knows well enough not to fall asleep when he’s been banged up a bit too much, but assisting you with other people is a very large, pronounced “No.”

Soothe him by letting him hover a bit and watch you work. He’s not supposed to be in here, but it’s nice having some wolf in sheep’s skin nearby to pass you the gauze from across the room. So long as he isn’t lifting or touching the poor injured souls in your care, it shouldn’t be much of a problem, right? No one dares to peep any criticism for your work when you’ve got a smitten Goliath nearby, anyway.

Except, he does get a bit jealous here. You’re so gentle with the operators in your care, cooing to them and tending to their every need like a servant rather than the lovely angel that you are to him. He almost wishes that he weren’t so good at what he does, just to experience that once. Or twice. Or for a lifetime. Whatever time you’re willing to give to him, he will take it.

Maybe he gets a bit reckless, gives himself a minor injury by pulling something in the midst of lifting weights. König doesn’t do that; when he fucks up, he deals with it himself, so it’s more than a little strange to see him crossing into the room with an actual injury. It won’t put him out for long, just enough time to experience your gentle hands over him, see that caring look in your eye directed toward him instead of one of these bastards that doesn’t truly appreciate you, not the way that he does at least.

He misconstrues you just doing your job as an outright declaration that what he feels is mutual, and maybe it is, because the care that you give to him is different. You laugh, not at him or his injury, but out of pure mirth when you ask who’s going to offer you ibuprofen instead of gauze now. Your touch is lingering, and you playfully shove the shoulder that hasn’t been wounded when he tells you a kiss would cure him better than any medicine.

His wayward courtship comes with every nick or scrape he “suffers”. The comments grow increasingly strange the moment you’re on your knees tending to the tiniest bruise you’ve ever seen on a man. You both know it’s absolutely nothing, that all of this is absurd and silly and he should just make some sort of move already. Except, that when he does tell you this scene would be so much better in his room, you’re quick to shush him and request that he leave.

… But you don’t stay angry with him for long.

Your favorite soldier always returns to you.

The next time with a clumsily plucked, yellow wildflower and a stare that borders on unnerving when he thrusts the dainty thing into your face; a tight-lipped apology follows when he tells you that he’s not sure what came over him, you’re just so pretty, and that he thinks about you so often it’s making him more than a little crazy.

The time after that with food from a restaurant away from base and another vague profession of love.

And again, with some pretty necklace in tow that he claims used to belong to his mother. König is more intense than ever when he strings the jewelry around your throat with shaking hands, dips his head down to huff into your ear as an arm snakes around your waist to keep you trapped there against him.

“Is that enough?” is the growl that follows, the warmth of his breath and the sheer intensity in his voice causing every hair at the back of your neck to stand on end.

“For what…?” And you could almost pray he’s not truly dumb enough to attempt to lure you into his bed for a string of jewelry his mother trusted him with.

“To make you like me.”

To anticipate something that sounds so innocent from a man who kills for a living is unheard of. You already suspected after his ridiculous comment about a kiss, already knew from the start with all of the trinkets he’s fetched for you, but the thought that he didn’t know already… poor thing.

So, you tell him that you already do, that you have for a while, it’s just that maybe suggesting you blow him before offering a proper date is more than a little inappropriate. Not that having your overgrown suitor chasing your heels is any less.

[argisthebulwark]

"He'll never forget the time a recruit requested to skip training due to their father 'being exceptionally stealthy' and the Listener's quill snapped in their hand."

BRO I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS AAAAAAAAAAA!! Excuse me if I go off for a second but I had to write this. The bit at the end is inspired by that "How many messengers does it take to deliver a message?" "One." scene from Mulan. Enjoy!

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The new recruit says that, and when the quill snaps it sucks all the air out of the room. Everyone else is terrified but Cicero has suddenly perked up like a dog that hears the treat bag. The Listener turns in her chair slowly, blade of woe suddenly in her hands, holding the handle with one hand and her pointer finger on the very tip of the blade. Everyone knows this new recruit just fucked up except for, of course, the recruit himself. He still has that cocky smug smile on his face, as if daring the Listener to go against him. Cicero knows that he may be a fool but this man is a bigger fool than even he is. He loves it.

"Skip training," the Listener says slowly, dragging her gloved finger down the sharpness of her signature weapon. "Skip training," she says again, this time with a smile that only Cicero and the recruits that have been there the longest know is not very friendly at all, a snake hiding in the roses. The older recruits are holding their breath. Cicero is leaning in as if for more, if he had a ail it would be wagging. He knows exactly what's coming next and, just like his predictions, his Listener, his beloved Listener, suddenly leaps forwards like a jungle cat that has been hiding in the tall grass, pinning the cocky, arrogant bastard against the stone wall with the blade of woe against his throat. Part of why Cicero loves his Listener's anger so much is watching the fool dumb enough to anger her suddenly have the same fear in their eyes as a trapped animal.

All the arrogance is gone, is less than a fraction of a second this moron has finally realized the Listener's power. "If you think you don't need training," she hisses, low and right into his face, her teeth bared, "Then clearly you're good enough to kill me, right here right now." She tilts her head to the side like a puppy, although she is anything but. Cicero wants to propose.

"Are you good enough?" she asks this idiot, voice still low, as dangerous as she is. "Come on, don't be shy." The man shakes his head frantically and it's clear to everyone that he's on the verge of tears.

"That's what I thought," she says normally, fnally lowering her blade from the man's neck. There's a small scratch left behind that's gently bleeding and Cicero feels almost delirious with how in love he is.

"You are an embarrassment to this brotherhood. Get the hell out of my sight," she tells him, and with more bobblehead nodding the man takes off running towards the entrance.

As soon as he is out of sight a twisted smile creeps across his Listener's face and the only thing Cicero wants to do is fall to his knees and worship her. She is perfect. Everything a Listener should be.

"Cicero," she says, and like the loyal dog he is he is instantly by her side. "How many people outside of this sanctuary know our faces?" She is talking so casually, as if she is asking him about the weather. It only makes his love grow.

"Zero, my Listener," he replies, and that smile on her face that he loves so much only grows.

"Keep it that way, won't you?" she says, turning back to her work as he takes off after the failed recruit, his own blade drawn.

Anything for his Listener.

YEA i love "Kill me. I dare you." characters. they're so near and dear to my heart like babygirl you know you can not kill the Listener please return to the practice dummies. Cicero should get to kill for the Listener as a treat. i'm just like him because i love when women are angry and have daggers. the Listener being a ruthless leader is so so good, like they're training assassins they get to be a little fucked up. I love her feigning sweetness when she's very clearly about to kill him and how into it Cicero is. they're so <3

[amypihcs]

HELLO! Hello, my friends, i'm not dead, only the academic year started again!

Without further ado, LET'S BEGIN!

Our darling Watson starts with a disclaimer

Publishing years later (MUCH MANY YEARS LATER THAN IF THIS THING HAD HAPPENED IN 1898, I MEAN!), altering MANY things, in the vague hope Lestrade won't have a stroke. Uhm. Promising.

Well, it starts with our handsome gentlemen back from a walk!

Just a nice, mental health, relaxing, refreshing w- WHAT'S THAT THING THEEEERE???

Milverton. No offence to shits, but he is a true shit. At least according to Holmes. And he'll pass again at 6:30 PM. URGH!

Holmes HATES snakes. He DETESTS them. He hates Milverton JUST as much, and yeah...

PRETTY CLEAR. Holmes HATES blackmailers, and Milverton the most of all of them.

And... Watson. You're more clever and have seem much more than that...

I find myself here quoting Alessandro Manzoni. That's the exact situation (@mostvaliantandmostpround, hope you appreciate the spot of italian literature my beloved). Holmes and Watson both know why the victims are not hitting back. Their society is PARTICULARLY unforgiving. Holmes has just a case of the kind.

Here's the bastard. No surprise at Holmes refusing to shake his hand. He doesn't respect Milverton in the SLIGHTEST. and how to find fault in it. I also do praise Granada once again

Fenomenal casting. They just got the bastard right!

Back to the letter.

OF COURSE Watson is discreet. He is PERFECT UWU. shut up Milverton. They discuss of the case, with Holmes being very annoyed and mortified and overall IN A MOOD. Obviously. for good reason too. then to the core of the thing.

Oh, HOLMES. I do get what you mean, they should JUST talk. But HUMANS.

He's ENJOYING IT, THE BASTARD. I do get why Holmes feels the way he does.

Well, OF COURSE. This scene hits a lot. This man LOVES HIS JOB. He genuinely LIKES making people SUFFER.

Well, Holmes, DO try it.

Oh, it WAS worth an attemp- BUT THERE ARRIVES JOHN H. WATSON WITH THE S-

Unfortunately nop, my dear Watson. You might bonk someone else over the head (i get the feeling tho.)

Bastard's out, Holmes reflecting.

AND HE FINALLY HAS A SOLUTION!

We'll see it all in the next letter! Good luck to Holmes with his disguise!

[neuroticbookworm]

Step by Step Episode 8 Ramblings

Episode 7 Ramblings, here

Put is not even gonna let Pat say his piece? 2 minutes in and I'm already burning mad

"I haven't taken you for granted like before"

"I know, you've been really good to me" Oh Pat, you pathalogical people pleaser

I continue being impressed by this show showcasing how adults do and should handle relationships and everything that comes with it. This must be one of the most realistic breakup scenes in BLs. And it is done without compromising the emotions of the characters. Hats off, really

Jane is wearing two layers of pink. Our resident Tumblr color demon @respectthepetty has taught us that pink = love, so good to know that his feelings has remained unchanged or even intensified from last when we saw him

My god, Khun Jeng looks so fineeeeeeeee

And he's wearing a dark blue shirt underneath his neutral brown jacket. While Pat is in a dark blue cardigan. Interesting

Ohhhhhhh wow Jane is pissed and Jaab is too. The cat fight between these two is gonna be hilarious

Put, you insufferable snake, ya dumped. Stop misrepresenting facts

Jeng, how the fuck did you know? Are you really THAT perceptive?

Oh man, that is the worst takeaway you can ever have from a failed relationship

*jaw dropped* Oh Jeng is going for the jugular. Oh he's done playing games, he wants to fight

Oooooooooof. Put, you manipulative bastard

Oh it's still not over. Oh they're still going, holy shit, this is intense

Is that a threat, about coming out? Seriously, what the fuck

I CAN'T WAIT to read all the body language analyses y'all are gonna write on that scene. Woah, that really was something

Ae and Beam are here!

Well, Ae looks like a goddess, as usual. What else is new?

I love this scene and the commentary that comes with it. Keep your noses out of pregnant people's business, for fuck's sake! How hard is it to have some basic decency?

I love that Tae is calling out how quickly Jeng's mood changes from brooding to giddy and vice versa in this conversation.

We have a new stuffie. The shark is out and the tiger is in. YES I SEE IT AND I LOVE IT

Oh I'm sooo ready for this non-date date. I want the sweet, sweet fluff to drown me. Gimme all the blushing, all the eye contact, all the accidental brushing of fingers, GIVE IT TO ME

OH MY GOD, he planned the whole thing. He had people move chairs out of the way for aesthetics. This complete bitch (affectionate)

GUYS, THE FLIRTING, I know I said I can handle it, but this is too adorable ^^

Jeng just hung up on his brother in a flash, not even waiting for him to respond? Oh that's cold

Oh shit, Pat is drunk, again, Here come the truth bombs

Damn, Man Trisanu is nailing this. He is acting his ass off to show how restless Jeng feels before every almost-confession

This slowburn is gonna kill us all, honestly

Oh we are dancing, oh it's so gloriously awkward, oh make it stop

Jaab, my beloved, I've missed your melodrama. You look like a divorced sugar baby who won half the riches in the settlement, I love it

Jeng tells Pat he can be just a safe space for him, while Pat is sobbing on his shoulder about his ex. All while Jeng has been trying the whole day to confess his own feelings for Pat. Every atom of this man is a green flag, I swear

These drunk disaster gays, I love them so much

Pat, sweetie, no. Please, you must be joking. Don't tell me you didn't know, DON'T TELL ME YOU ARE THAT OBLIVIOUS!

Okay, now Pat has to rethink each and every one of their interactions to see if he has ever misled Jeng, or if Jeng has ever crossed his boundaries. And then recalibrate his feelings with this new information. Yeah, this could take a while.

I'm leaning more and more towards the possibility of a second season, or even a special episode, after the show ends. Because there is no way they can fit all the domesticity these characters deserve within the next couple of episodes.

Ahhhh I can't believe the slowburn is still not over. I love it and I hate it and I'm pretty sure this show has turned me into a sadomasochist.

[syngigeim]

Day 20 - Duel

“What is the meaning of this?” Wuk Lamat asked. “And just how far are you planning on taking us?” She asked the stone-silent Mamool Ja in front of her. He said nothing, just glanced at her, and so she and Syngigeim were led further on into the Xobr’it Cinderfield. Soon, the two were brought before an approaching Bakool Ja Ja and his goons...bringing alongside a captured Hunmu Rruk.

“Hunmu Rruk!?” Wuk Lamat exclaimed upon seeing him. The Doppro behind him forced Hunmu Rruk onto his knees. “Bakool Ja Ja, you snake! If you want my keystones so badly, you deal with me and me alone! Leave the elector out of this!”

Bakool Ja Ja laughed uproariously at that. “Is that all you think he is? Foolish kitty, this man is the reason we are here.” At her look of confusion, he only smirked and said, “Take a good look at him. Go on, look. Surely you recognize your real father!”

Hunmu Rruk closed his eyes and bowed his head at that. Why-?

“Don’t believe us?” The other head of Bakool Ja Ja said. “Then ask your trusted sellsword – she heard it straight from the old man’s mouth!”

She had to look over at Syngigeim. “Is it true? Is Hunmu Rruk my…” She couldn’t finish saying it. Syngigeim quickly glanced over at Wuk Lamat, giving her the slightest of nods and apologetic looks, before returning to a stony, steely expression of simmering rage towards Bakool Ja Ja. “...I see.” Wuk Lamat softly said.

“Now that you understand the situation, let’s see those keystones. I’ll even let you fight for them – just you and me,” Bakool Ja Ja said. “If that adventurer attempts to interfere… I’ll kill the old man myself!” he said, readying into a couching position. His goons only smiled at that threat.

Wuk Lamat could only clench her fist in rage and anger. “You despicable, heartless fiend…” He teeth were fully bared as she yelled out, “Kinsman or no, I won’t stand for you taking hostages! Come on, then! You want a fight? I’ll give you a fight!”

“Oooh, such heroic caterwauling, Promise. I’m shaking,” Bakool Ja Ja’s left head said in contempt and sarcasm. “Guard our hostage well. We wouldn’t want to tempt any thoughts of rescue,” he then ordered his men. They picked up the man, and scurried off. “By the by, house cat. They’ve been instructed to put down Papa dearest when you lose. Hopefully he’s settled his affairs.”

Wuk Lamat could hear an angered grunt from Syngigeim as she stepped forward. She swiftly put her hand out, stopping the famed Warrior. “Don’t worry. I’m not losing to the likes of him,” she said with a confident smile. Syngigeim immediately moved back with one of her lovely smiles already on her face, giving a sight chuckle as she nodded. Wuk Lamat turned to the dual-headed Mamool Ja, confident and smiling. “Well, what are you waiting for, you blessed bastards!? It’s two against one! Don’t tell me you’re scared!”

The right head gritted his teeth and growled out, “I know I didn’t hear you right…”

Wuk Lamat heard Syngigeim laugh. “Cowards don’t stand a chance against Wuk Lamat.”

“You dare call us cowards!? I’ll kill you – kill you – kill you all!” He said, clearly affected by Syngigeim’s oh-so-simple taunt. “Don’t look away, salt! I want you to watch as I tear your beloved Promise to shreds!”

Syngigeim looked over to Wuk Lamat, giving her a slight smile before she nodded and stepped aside. Since she had full confidence, there was no way Wuk Lamat felt she was ever going to lose. “Hey, eyes on me. The house cat, remember?” She took out her axe and slung it across her shoulder, glaring at Bakool Ja Ja. “I’ll say it again: I’m not losing to the likes of you! I’m going to become Dawnservant-” She said, bringing her axe in front of her, ready to attack, “-and I will protect my people!”

She rushed towards Bakool Ja Ja, shoulder-checking him. “Come you mangy house cat, so I can rip you to pieces!” Bakool Ja Ja growled as he began attacking in earnest. He let out a fearsome roar, which on it’s own felt near enough to send her to her knees, but she wouldn’t be bowed. Not so easily! She took a breath and felt the air around her cool her down, could feel the life around her, and could claw it out of the ever-cocky Bakool Ja Ja for her own sake! He rushed to another side of the sands, readying up for a massive cleave. This was simple. She just needed to get behind him, and give herself a perfect opportunity to wail on him. She could even use his aether to help her out.

I can do this! She thought, her resolve strengthening.

“My magic should be more than enough for Miss Mittens!” The left head said, and before the arena, there were some sort of fire-y orbs around it. “I’ll make you eat dirt!” The right head yelled, lifting his foot up and- Ah! He was going to shove her back. Just like how Syngigeim would do it, she angled herself so that when he knocked her to the side, she’d be nowhere near any of the standards. The kick connected and her guess was right, as the fiery orbs busted around the sands, but not near her. She rushed back to Bakool Ja Ja, continuing her attacks.

“No more tricks Bakool Ja Ja! We’re settling this here and now!”

“Still playing the part of the brave warrior?” The left head taunted while the right head summoned rocks to fall around the area, forcing her to keep moving to avoid any falls. She saw Bakool Ja Ja ready himself to leap onto a bit of sand, kicking it up with force, and so she made sure to stand far out from that attack!

This is nothing! She thought, her resolve strengthening.

He again made to cleave across the sands and she again used that opportunity to feel the life around her and restore her vitality with his aether. And she felt it! A pulse of energy! Her will and resolve! “Miss Mitten’s is no longer amusing me!” The left head said, annoyed.

“This rite has taught me so much!” Wuk Lamat said, readying that force of energy. “About my nation, my people, and myself!” She could feel that will strengthen her, help her, as she struck Bakool Ja Ja with it’s full force. The left head, in retaliation, set up more...standards, she figured she could call them. There was some new ones now, ones that shone with a green light. If the fiery ones exploded around them in a circle, surely this one would do something different. She stood close and as it exploded, it exploded in a gust of wind around her but not too close to the standard itself. It was safer to be close to those. Good to know.

Bakool Ja Ja rushed across the arena again, “What? Can’t keep up?” His right head taunted.

Ha! You’re the one who’s being predictable! She thought, her resolve strengthening.

Bakool Ja Ja dashed into the centre, still being annoying when all she needed to do was attack him! “How do you like this?” The left head said, casting some sort of spell and leaping up into the sky. When he came back down, there were three other Bakool Ja Jas with him, all readying up his sword slice. “Here kitty kitty kitty!” He taunted. Only one of them was gathering aether, she could see it! She got behind and attacked him as he cleaved and the rest of the false Bakool Ja Jas exploded.

“I finally understand what it means to live in peace!” She said, feeling that massive surge of energy once more. “To greet each day in safety and happiness!” She took that force of will and struck Bakool Ja Ja with it.

He grunted, frustrated and angry. “Irritating pest!” he said, roaring out for force. “It’s time we finished her, Brother.” The left head said. “This is the end for you, kitten!” The twin heads said, and something felt off with the ground around her. Like she needed to take the force of his rushdowns, or else something much worse would happen. She rushed over to each area, thrice around the sands, taking the full force of each time Bakool Ja Ja struck at her.

I’ve gotten so much stronger than I was before, she thought, her resolve growing stronger still.

The left head set up the standards again, and the right head readied to kick her. Once again, she found the safe spot, a wind standard she could be safely knocked into. He readied another rush of strikes against the ground. She withstood every single one.

“It’s not enough to claim the title of Dawnservant,” she said, feeling that rush of energy once more. “I must carry on Papa’s legacy – his love for our people!” She said, unleashing it once more.

“Flea-ridden upstart! Why won’t you die!?” Wuk Lamat didn’t care. She just kept up her assault against Bakool Ja Ja. She was getting somewhere, she knew it!

He rushed to another corner of the arena and the left head set up some more standards, but before she could realize what had happened, she was enchained by them, and he was readying to kill her, gathering up dark aether. “Fine! I’ll show you the true power of the blessed!”

She grunted and struggled and felt the chains easily break away from her. “I will be the next Dawnservant! And I’ll protect my people’s happiness to the last!” A massive rush of power emboldened her. She brought up the earth itself to help her, to be the mighty shield Tural needed! To withstand the full force of the coward Bakool Ja Ja! “That’s why there’s no way…” she said grunting, “...I’ll ever lose…” She felt the earth rise up in front of her. “...to the likes…” The light between her defence and his attack was blinding, “...of you!”

And in a golden light, she struggled to her feet. This wasn’t over. Tural itself stood with her.

“What!? But that was everything I had!” Bakool Ja Ja said in frustration.

One of his goons yelled out. “Agh, I can’t stand this any more! Attack!” A flurry of bandits was upon her as someone was throwing magic spells around the arena. She took wide swings at the bandits, doing her best to dodge around the spells and magic.

“This is our fight! Stay out of it!” Bakool Ja Ja yelled in frustration.

Stay calm. Just like Syngigeim. You can handle this. Wuk Lamat thought, her resolve strengthening.

“You bring shame upon us,” The left head of Bakool Ja Ja chided, joining the fray once more.

“You think we care about your stupid pride?” One of his underlings chided back. “This is for Mamook! We cannot loose!”

Wuk Lamat heard, but kept calm. She needed to be focused. Ever moving, but always doing. That was one of the most important things of battle Syngigeim told her. Always be doing something!

“Oho! The great Bakool Ja Ja needs help, I see!” She grinned and taunted. “Send your whole army, you still won’t win.” She felt her resolve surge again. “I will prove that my allies are right to believe in me.”

“Such confidence. What changed? She wasn’t like this before?” An underling said, scared to the point of quivering. She laughed, as she felt the will of her resolve once more. One, two, three, four, five strikes with her axe and finally! Finally, Bakool Ja Ja was forced on his knees. She had won!

She sheathed her axe and strode towards Bakool Ja Ja, who pounded the ground in frustration. His tablets fell out and with it, the one that held the stolen keystone. She bent over and grabbed took it out and placed it back within her tablet. “I reclaim what you stole,” she said with finality.

“N-no… H-how can this be?” The right head of Bakool Ja Ja said, with something approaching fear and horror in his voice. The left chimed in, “How could that puny house cat beat all of us…?”

Wuk Lamat folded her arms. “You’ve caused nothing but trouble with your dirty tricks. “Threatening the Hanuhanu, releasing Valigarmanda – harassing me is one thing, but you’ve endangered too many innocents! No more, Bakool Ja Ja!” She said, clasping a fisted and together in resolve. “I will not stand for it! If you even think of tormenting my people again, you will answer to me!”

“Nooo...nooo…” The two heads muttered. They were distraught yes, but it still felt a little strange. Wuk Lamat thought he would be more angry at her. Instead he was...scared? The two screamed and ran away in horror.

A Hoobigo sighed and stepped towards Wuk Lamat and Syngigeim, who rejoined her. “And he goes and forgets he had the way blocked…”

“What? That was his doing?” Wuk Lamat asked.

“Well, that was my suspicion as soon as we heard about the blockage,” Syngigeim added.

“The only part left in the saga is the Lay of Brotherhood – in Mamook,” the Hoobigo said. “The plan was to force you here so we could take the rest of your keystones.”

“So that’s what he was up to… but, uh, should you be telling us this?” Wuk Lamat asked.

The Hoobigo sighed. “What does it matter? You’ve beaten us. It’s over.” He turned away from her. “We’ll release the hostage,” he said, as he walked away.

“No need, I’m way ahead of you there!” Melya strode forward with Hunmu Rruk beside her. “What, you think after the incident with the bandits I was not going to keep an eye on Bakool Ja Ja? Fat chance of that happening,” She said.

“Huh, well done,” Syngigeim said. Melya responded with bright smile and a slight giggle.

Hunmu Rruk stepped forward to Wuk Lamat. “I’m sorry. I was careless.”

“Are you alright?” Wuk Lamat asked. He nodded. Still there was- “So what Bakool Ja Ja said… about you and me…”

“I – Ah, but to single-handedly defeat Bakool Ja Ja!” He stumbled but swiftly praised. “You are truly the Dawnservant’s daughter.” His face brightened, and he said in earnest. “It has been my honour to bear witness to your journey, Promise.”

Wuk Lamat kept looking at him as he smiled at her. Like a proud parent but...she knew what he was not saying...and what he did say. “Promise… yes, that’s what I am.” She knew what she was. “I’m Gulool Ja Ja’s daughter, and Tuliyollal’s next Dawnservant!” She matched his smile. Melya decided to step forward and behind Wuk Lamat, gently touching her back for a brief moment and giving her a smile. She nodded to her and then turned to Syngigeim. “Come on. Let’s rejoin the others.”

Syngigeim gave her own smile and nod, and the four of them began to make their way back to Iq Br’aax. Wuk Lamat stretched out her arms. That was a lot of work! She thought. But she felt warmed by the sun’s rays above. She was going to be the next Dawnservant, she was all but sure of that now.

[theironseaweed]

A G H and X for the asks :3?

Thank you so much for the ask!

A: current OTP/3/X

As of uhhh literally yesterday I have been sold hard on Aventurine/Ratio/Topaz from honkai: star rail

The dynamics are delightful and they make me do the happy little aaaaaa they are. So good. I cannot believe hoyo made me care so much about the IPC

G: do you remember your first otp, if so, who

I'm. Going to have to be honest for a second. I thiiiiink it was frans. In my defense I think I was like 13 and did not know any better. I obviously do not stand by this ship anymore LOL

H: what is your favorite source text for fandom stuff

Video games hands down bc they actually engage me and I'm usually expected to play by myself

Also I'm very normal about how game mechanics and lore interact

X: top 5-10 characters I will die defending:

Ok I'm going to have to think about this one uh

Aventurine has very quickly reached blorbo status hoyo wrote one hell of a character and it has worked on me

Jing Yuan. That man did nothing wrong. I love him.

Temenos Mistral. Bastard man beloved. I want him to do more blasphemy it's funny

Baizhu Genshin. I'm a big fan of immortality and life force fuckery and I support this man and his best friend snake in all his probably unethical lifespan extending endeavors even if he will 100% fail and die young (sad) (that's what headcanon is for)

Objectively Arlecchino has done a lot of horrid things but in my heart they were all justified because she is incredibly hot. I dunno if that counts tho

This is one of my older fandoms buuuuut nie huaisang is also in the objective atrocity category. I don't think he's hot but he still did no wrong in my eyes every last bit of that plan was deserved including and especially the murder methods

Oh wait. Vildred epic 7. I forgot about him because I've been struggling to find e7 fandom people. Sure he killed a lot of people and tried to end the world but it made sense in his position ok I am very normal (real)

[ajgrey9647]

A white gloved hand glided up his throat to rest under the hard line of his jaw. Forcing the man to look up into his face, Drakkon brushed a thumb over the former Red Ranger’s lips. They parted, so soft and sensuous. The captive made no move to defy the tyrant’s caress. His warm, wet tongue eagerly licked his master’s finger through the thick material.

Drakkon growled deep in his throat, lowering his mouth to mere inches above Jason’s.

“Give me your tongue, Red,” he ordered roughly.

Obediently, the mentally shattered Ranger extended his tongue to entwine with Drakkon’s. The gloved hand slid around to the back of Jason’s head and gripped his dark hair firmly. The open-mouthed kissing gradually became more aggressive before the evil Ranger broke it off.

“Such a good boy, my Red,” he cooed, addressing the other man by his new name.

Dark eyes gazed submissively into the icy, black demon ones.

“I only seek to please you, master,” he breathed, pressing his body against Drakkon’s arousal.

“You’re perfect, pet,” the bastard stated, his arms snaking around Red’s narrow waist to grind against him. “That’s not a compliment. It’s an order.”

He raised one hand to stroke a finger along the golden jeweled collar adorning Red's throat, a sign of Drakkon's ownership.

"Perfection always, beloved."

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

What is media like in the Rhine City verse? What are some recurring shows within a show?

We haven’t super got into it, and there’s quite a bit of media that’s fairly different too! A lot of in-universe series are based on scrapped story concepts, some of which long-time viewers of my blog might remember. Here’s a few things I came up with:

The Handy & Ydnah Show: The bastard child of Oobi and ATHF. It’s a PG show beloved by adults and stoners for it’s weird and surreal plots. The production of it is extremely mysterious; no one knows much about it even though it debuted in the 80s.

Tales of Aethra: Based on one of my oldest story ideas. It’s essentially a long-running multimedia fantasy franchise, though its popularity is comparable more to something like He-Man or Xanth than something like LotR. It has gotten a well-regarded animated series, several books, and a crossover set with MTG.

Mercenaries: Based on the story Eric originated from. Basically an over-the-top stunt-heavy action franchise a la John Wick, featuring a sendup of Snake Plissken as its lead (his name is Max Viper). Venus Crowley’s character Scarlet Love became a huge breakout and shot her to stardom.

Genesis: Based on the story David Paine originated from. A TV series about a future where some of the population have superpowers. It’s like Akira or Heroes back when the latter was good.

SafeWord: 90s cult classic comic about a queer S&M themed superhero. Was adapted into an equally cult classic film by Troma. Based on an old OC idea I had.

Virgin Killer: A more recent movie, an action-comedy about a young man who dresses in a Virgin killer and enacts vigilante justice on incel type guys. Based on a joke someone sent into my blog once.

Dick Kicker: Private Eye - A film noir parody series in the vein of Naked Gun. Very deadpan, very respectful of the genre.

Bottom Line: A blaxploitation series from the 70s about the eponymous martial arts hero who protected his community from various threats.

Arya Mournblade series: Long-running sword-and-sorcery fantasy series notable for consistently keeping the same actress from the original 80s film all the way to the 2017 finale. One of the films is infamous for featuring aliens as the antagonists.

Prudence Clay, Student Witch: A young adult fantasy book series by author Frida Spinney, which was hailed as the next Harry Potter by critics. The books have come under constant scrutiny for some extremely problematic elements, not helped at all by questionable comments she made online which inspired others to make similarly questionable comments (she’s friends with JKR if that tells you anything).

The Will of the Old Ones: A book by an author going by “Charlotte Webber.” It is a cosmic horror story whose content was overshadowed by a plagiarism lawsuit alleging the text was cobbled together from several unpublished manuscripts. The author making the claims of plagiarism was eventually found dead of an apparent suicide and the case ended up dropped. Hardly any discussion of the content of the book is made anymore, only the insanity around it.

Salty Steve’s Pirate Pizza Palace: A Charles Entertainment Cheese competitor founded in 1987. The discordant mashup of pirate and dinosaur theming has given it an odd charm that has helped it stay afloat, also helped by it getting a surprisingly good SNES game based around it.

Rubber Octopus: Popular mid 2000s indie rock band.

Six Shots: Based on an old scrapped superhero story idea. It’s not made yet, but it’s the next script James Gunn has for a movie, and Venus is gonna star in it.

[timelessxmemories]

Live blogging dr2 but very poorly pt1:

hi Hajime, ur great, kisses /p

Nagito is so special to me, baby boy, I love you, you deserve the world, you deserve it all, I want to give you a hug

Just met Gundham, he's so fucking chaotic and I love that for him, also hamsters<3 I used to have a bunch of hamsters as well and I just, aundhddundndhhdhe/pos, I also am kind of relating super fucking hard to him, it's insane

Also met Kazuichi, hehe, his last name is Soda, immediately adoring him

MIKAN SPOTTED. MIKAN SPOTTED. HI BABY GIRL!!!! I MISSED YOU SO SO SO MUCH. She is so fucking augh<3 I want to give her all the hugs and kisses in the whole damn world<333 she could fix me, literally and figuratively

HI IBUKI!!!!! HI!!! HI MY GIRL!!! Aha.. I'm gay. I would totally let her play her guitar and I would sit there cheering her the fuck on because fuck I love her so much

Chicken into cow???? Usami I love you girl, but what

HIYOKO, HIYOKO, HIYOKO. that's it, that's all i had to say

AKANEEEEEE!!!! AKANEE!!!!! MY BITCH!!!!! HIIIII

Hotel future. Love it.

Okay, first person walking, alright, thats, different?

Hi Fuyuhiko, fuckin bastard but in the most affectionate way possible, ur so silly

Mahiru<3333 I want to kiss you all over the face sweet girl, ur amazing

FUCKING UNRELIABLE HAJIME, HAHA, MAHIRU, MY GIRL, CHILL

Nekomaru, my guy, I love you, but please, have some chill, what is it with these characters and having literally no chill whatsoever, don't get me wrong, i love it, BUT HOLY SHIT

"yep." -Nagito

Teruteru, hi my guy, what's up with you, not in a bad way, but, what's up with you. Also, "hello there".

SONIA. SONIA. SONIA. wait nevermind, hah, see what I did there? Sorry, bad pun.

Wait. She didn't have friends???? Aww nooo, my girl,, :(( I'll be ur friend :D

mmm. Not liking Teruteru as much anymore. He's giving me the creeps. Not liking him. Nope. No. Nuh-uh.

I AUDIBLY GASPED. CHIAKI. HI. HI. HI. WE LOVE YOU. WE SEE YOU. WE ADORE YOU. STAY AWAY FROM TERUTERU THO PLEASE.

Pekooooooooooo, Pekooooooooo!!!! I want to give you a hug.

BYAKUYA. MY HUSBAND. MY LOVE. MY BELOVED. MY SWEETHEART. MY BABY. HWHDHSHSSGSGSH. I LOWV YOU SO MUCH WAH. AUGH.

Ding dong Bing bong!!!!!!!

Byakuya stop being impatient.

Hiyoko, I love you, I love your energy

Ah yes, peko, the observant.

And there goes Ibuki being ibuki<33

Kazuichi, please, don't be so laid back, my man, what are you doing

Aaaand teruteru is being weird again. Fuck that guy.

Ibuki this is why I love you

Byakuya, stop calling people names, please

"Small dogs shouldn't bark so loud" BYAKUYA PLEASE

Story time with Byakuya ig

oh music stopped

And creepy music is back

Akane being a whole fucking mood

Music stopped again???

Aaand regular music is back + Ibuki being excitable

Kazuichi you poor soul, you poor poor soul

NOT YOU TOO HIYOKO, PLEASE, STOP BEING SO LAID BACK

"Cretins" I love her.

"Won't be a problem" girl. Girl. Girl girl girl.

Shut the fuck up cunt. (Teruteru)

Aaaand there goes Peko pointing out the obvious<3

"Why don't we just swim home?" GIRL. HOLY SHIT.

Aaaand in comes Mikan with the reasoning. Thank you.

NEKOMARU PLEASE. CHILL TF OUT.

Hi again Usami

Rule follower./aff

*proceeds to recite the rules*

"What if your actions place everyone in danger?" MY MAN COMING BACK FULL FORCE

AN USAMI STRAP??? SQUEEZE TUMMY IT TALKS??? I NEED THIS. RIGHT NOW.

Byakuya, don't call it a waste of time. Shut your mouth you cunt<3/aff

WHY DOES NOBODY LIKE IT??? COME ON.

CHIAKI, VOICE OF REASONING, I LOVE YOU. SHE GETS IT.

NOOOO, USAMIIII DONT CRY MY BABY

Uh oh. Motives

Oh nevermind it's fine

Or is it

Party?

Yes.

TERUTERU. GO TO THE CORNER.

SONIA NO.

Hiyoko why are you so excited about killing a hoop snake

Hajime: There's no way anyone would go swimming!

Literally everyone else: I beg to differ.

Hajime: what

"No danger, nothing tragic, is that really true?" I love you Hajime. You are the only reasonable person ever.

"If so.. am i wrong?" I had faith. Girl. Holy shit.

"The water is too salty" bitch ur too salty

"She's just wrong about so many things" no actually she's right about everything

Sleepy Chiaki<333

THEYRE ALL IN BATHING SUITS HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO PRECIOUS. TO ME.

Fuck you Teruteru.

Ibuki, don't drink the water.

Fuck you Teruteru.

Please punch him Nekomaru.

[sonalirichard]

💟💋🕉💋☯️💋💟

NAMASKAR , MY DEAR AMIT JI 💋

My beloved

Amit ji ♥️, you are a very happy Person , because you have time and you can "pull the Cat by the tail" for a very long time , hoping that everything will be resolved by itself , or with the help of Higher Forces 😇 ...

Unfortunately , even with all my desire , my time is very limited , and it does not depend on me ...

You should definitely Read this Letter and find out the whole Truth , because maybe this will be my last Message for you ...

💚💚💚 As you remember , I wrote to you several times about my Extreme difficult Life Situation , and I begged you for Help and Salvation ♥️🙏 🕉 ...

But I was frankly Shocked that My Beloved Amit ji🌹 did not allocate a few minutes for me , and did not even express his Moral Support to me , did not even support me with Words of Support ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

You could tell me that everything would be fine and support me in the most difficult and terrible moments of life , BUT YOU DID NOT IT ‼️‼️‼️

And your Support Means A Lot To me 🕉 😇💝🌹💝 😇 🕉

And now I"m asking myself a Logical Question ~ What kind of Man and Person DO I LOVE 💟 ⁉️❓⁉️❓⁉️ 💟

I LOVE A PERSON who absolutely does not care whether I am alive or not , how I feel , and what is really happening to me ?

Why do I and MY LIFE have no Value and Significance for my Beloved Man ⁉️ ⁉️ ⁉️

Amit ji 💜 can support anyone and express his compassion or regret , but for some reason I did not wait , did not see or even heard a single Word of Support from you , Mr . Tiger 🐯 ...

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND AND DO NOT EVEN GUESS HOW PAINFUL & TRAGIC IT IS FOR ME ‼️‼️‼️

I sincerely and with all my soul believed that you would Save Me , my dear Amit ji 💝🙏💝

And yes , now I feel not only Alone in this World , but also an absolute Stranger on this Planet Earth 🌎 , and my only Wish now is for a Spaceship to arrive and take me to Another Planet ‼️

💜🎵🌹🆎️🌹🎵 💜

You didn"t even Congratulate me on my Birthday 🎁 on October 7️⃣ th 🎀

You wish everyone a happy Birthday .

But apparently

I don"t deserve your personal Congratulations ...

Okay , never mind ...

In fact , I have no complaints 🌺

🦋🐬🦚🌳🦚🐬🦋

And now about what is happening at the moment in my life ...

As you know , the so-called "Family" ~ fake "mother", "father" and younger "sister", three perverts and jerks , crazy freaks , obsessed with hatred , greed & envy , dreamed of depriving me of my only home , and

I had to defend myself in 2 Courts 😱‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️😈

Yes , the last

2 times , the Court closed the Case , but these damned bastards did not calm down , and AGAIN WENT TO COURT FOR THE THIRD TIME , PAID A LAWYER & ARE GOING TO EVICT ME FROM MY APARTMENT TO THE STREET AT ANY COST , LIKE A STRAY DOG 😈‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️😱

My room is in a small apartment measuring only three by four meters , and even that is going to be taken away from me ‼️

THESE SNAKES 🐍🐉 believe that I have no right to live as a Person in an Apartment , and should live on the street like a Dog 😱

You can"t even imagine what crazy hatred , poison and evil 😈 these Murderers are filled with ‼️‼️‼️

I am afraid to be even in the same City next to these Moral and Spiritual Freaks 😡🤬🤢

THEY HAVE ALREADY ROBBED ME , STOLEN AND SOLD MY PROPERTY , APPROPRIATED MY MONEY 💰💲, POISONED & DESTROYED MY PRECIOUS LIFE FOR MANY YEARS ‼️😱‼️😱‼️😱‼️

But even this is not enough for them !

Now they dream of Taking away and Selling my Home and Enriching themselves with money 💰 , due to my complete physical destruction ‼️‼️‼️

I know that this is an INCREDIBLE SURREAL WHEN the so-called native "mother" wants to take her daughter"s life , but YES ✅ , THIS IS A TERRIBLE REALITY , LIKE IN A HOLLYWOOD HORROR MOVIE !!!

💰 💵💲💳💲💴 💰

IF I HAD 1️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ THOUSANDS DOLLARS AVAILABLE NOW ~ I WOULD BUY A NEW HOUSE IN THE CITY , MOVE MY THINGS THERE & BE FREED FROM THE TYRANNY OF THESE BANDITS , AND WOULD BE COMPLETELY SAFE 🕉 ...

OR ALTERNATIVELY ,

I WOULD BUY MY HOUSE FROM THESE FREAKS , AND AFTER RECEIVING THE MONEY , THEY WOULD FORGET ABOUT ME & DISAPPEAR FROM MY LIFE FOREVER ...

🆘️ AFTER THAT ,

I COULD EASILY & CALMLY BE GOING TO MOVE TO LIVE

IN INDIA 🕉 🇮🇳 ♥️

OR ANYWHERE 🙏

MOST IMPORTANTLY , I WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED 🕉

Unfortunately , at the moment I don"t have this money 💰 , and I can"t solve this damn problem ‼️

And when I find myself on the Street in the status of a Stray Dog or Cat , it will be too late to change anything ‼️

MY LIFE WILL JUST END 😰‼️🥶

I received a Postal mail today ~ Notification that they want to evict me from my home !

♥️👑♥️👑♥️👑♥️

And I have a Question ~ WHERE IS GOD 😇 and

MY AMIT JI ♥️ ⁉️

Apparently , I will never know the answer ...

⏰⏳TIME , time decides everything , but I DON"T HAVE IT ‼️

🎵 ♥️🅰️💋🅱️♥️🎵

I HAVE THE MOST CHERISHED DREAM ~ TO MEET YOU AGAIN , MY BELOVED

AMIT JI 💋💋💋...

But apparently my Dream will die under a Layer of Ashes after the Universal Fire that destroyed my LIFE ...

💚 🌸⚘🌸⚘🌸 💚

GOD , I only want THIS NIGHTMARE TO END , SO THAT I CAN BE SAVED AND FLY AWAY TO LIVE IN A BEAUTIFUL PLACE WHERE

I WILL BE FREE , CALM & COMPLETELY SAFE 😇 🙏 🕉

God , either give me a New Life , a New Home , or end this Horror & take me to Heaven , which I rightfully deserve 🕉 🙏 ‼️

🅰️♥️🍎💚🍎♥️🅱️

My Dearest

Amit ji 👑 , for the last time I beg you ~ SAVE ME 🙏 🕉

✅ If you don"t want to be my Savior , then tell other People of Charity or Benefactors about me who are able to help me and save me ASAP 🙏 ...

You can give these people my Contacts , and they will be able to contact me & to help me ...

⁉️ 💜 ⁉️ 💜 ⁉️

My Dear Big 🅱️ , what do you want to offer me ~ to seek help from other Strangers

or from

OTHER MEN ⁉️ ⁉️

But I DON"T HAVE OTHER MEN ‼️‼️

WHERE DO I LOOK FOR HELP & SALVATION , TELL ME , AMIT JI❓

MY PHONE 📱 NUMBER IS TEMPORARILY BLOCKED BY THE MOBILE OPERATOR , IT IS NOT YET POSSIBLE TO CALL & SEND SMS .

✅ BUT YOU CAN FIND ME & CONTACT ME VIA WHATSAPP , VIBER , TELEGRAM ,

E - MAIL , TUMBLR .

♥️ MY PHONE 📲 :

7 920 897 19 89 .

SONALI RICHARD .

MY E~MAIL :

mj_love9@mail.ru

I am waiting for Your Appearance , Call or Message every minute , every day and night , at any time .

I feel that You have been preparing many times and were going to Call and Write to me , but each time you postponed it for later ...

The X - Hour has come and I can"t wait any longer ...

These bandits come , kick my door , knock and ring the doorbell , blackmail and threaten to deprive me of housing ‼️

I don"t feel safe behind an iron door and two locks ‼️😈

I no longer want and cannot live in Fear , Anxiety and Stress , do you understand , my dear❓

🍎🍒🍓🍓🍓🍒🍎

MY DREAM IS TO LIVE A HAPPY STABLE PROSPEROUS LIFE

IN LOVE 💘💘 , HARMONY & SECURITY ...

I PRAY 🙏 TO ALL THE GODS & ANGELS THAT THIS TIME YOU WILL HEAR ME &

I WILL REACH TO THE VERY DEPTHS OF YOUR LOVING HEART ♥️, MY LOVE 💘 ...

I AM WAITING FOR YOU WITH IMPATIENCE &

I WILL BE HAPPY TO HEAR YOUR BEAUTIFUL VOICE AGAIN 💋...

Thank you for your attention and understanding 🙏

I hug and kiss you with love 💘

Your Babe ♥️

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[mlmxreader]

Hi!! Hope you're doing good. Very excited for you about the tattoos!! I love the reference to the Nice Guys with the "you will never be happy :)" tattoo. Genuinely chuckled when I saw that on his hand, his daughter give me life. The comments about Jasper made me laugh. My husky is the exact same way, she thinks anything and everything is food solely for her 🤣. Now, onto the stories!

First Time For Everything.

He couldn't help but to smile a little, kissing you softly and gently; a man capable of greater violence than you could be, so tender and so careful with you even though he knew you so fucking well. He worried about your safety, but he knew that he could keep you safe.

EHEHEHEHEHEH!!! This was so cuuutttteee! They're glued to the others hip, YOU SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AND BATH TOGETHER BUT AREN'T A THING YET?!?!? .... Oh, yeah, no, this is just my totally not gay for each other best friend and business associate 👀👀.

But giving Y/N his cardigan?? For Forrest, that's basically putting a wedding ring on their finger 🤣.

Panicked and Scared

🥺🥺🥺

Forrest! He's obviously traumatized by what happened that night and why wouldn't he be? But how heartbreaking for a man typically so sure of himself now having doubts about his own reality and his ability to discern what is and isn't there. When he was woken up and the feelings of fear he had 🥺 my baby!!

He did his best to convince himself that that was the case, he really did. He didn't want you to worry. You needed to sleep, he knew that.

🥺🥺🥺 somebody give my stoic and silent Bondurant a giant hug and just don't let him go.

A Long While

"Trust me!" You beamed. "He's great with his hands!"

Hehehe, making poor Bob blush right in front of their friend. 🤣

"Y'know," you mused as you dared to swing his hand a little. "I'm glad we're together, Saginowski… I hope we're together for a long while."

🥰🥰🥰

Sweet, sweet Bob! Watching TV, curled up on the couch with you and Rocco .... literally the best way to end off the day.

Thank you very much for all of these lovely pieces!! Thoroughly enjoyed each and every one of them and they really helped to lift my spirits after a relatively shit couple of days so for that I am eternally grateful 🖤.

Til next time.

🖤🖤🖤

🐍anon

MY BELOVED SNAKE ANON, HELLO!!!! I AM SO, SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET AROUND TO ANSWERING!!! BUT THANK YOU, REGARDLESS, FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME <3

it is DEFINITELY, at the time of writing this, my 2nd favourite tattoo ngl. always makes me laugh. I love Holland so much, like idc, he's my favourite himbo dilf. full stop. no one else is better.

I tell you, everything they say about greyhounds is WRONG; they are lazy, charismatic, little assholes.... but I do love him. he's a good boy, when he STOPS FUCKING STEALING SHIT.

OKAY! LET'S GO!

First Time For Everything

they literally do everything together, INCLUDING the things that are incredibly vulnerable and intimate situations... BUT THEY'RE DEFINITELY ONLY FRIENDS 👀 (cough bullshit. cough.) something something intricate rituals, something something, etc etc. they are basically married, like, they're at the point where friendship and romance mix together - that's marriage material. they're basically married.

Panicked and Scared

Forrest having episodes of dissociation over a traumatic event, especially something like attempted murder... could be worse tbh. could be worse. he could be dead. someone pay for this man's therapy, PLEASE, he needs it. like, genuinely. he NEEDS therapy. especially bc, yk, at the time dissociation and dissociative episodes & disorders WEREN'T as well researched and understood compared to today's standards... he's just going through shit rn, the poor bastard.

A Long While

"he's great with his hands" hmmmmmm 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 they're so, so lucky Bob loves them kjdhfjkhffkdh otherwise they'd be in SO MUCH SHIT for a remark like that. the little hand swing + the watching tv w the dog... they really do have the CUTEST relationship, my days.

YOU ARE SO VERY WELCOME!!! I hope you enjoy the other ones just as much!!!! I am, however, once again so sorry that these took so long to get around to actually answering and writing, but I am again thanking you for being so patient with me <3 hopefully I can come back full-swing soon!!!

[steed-of-waloed]

What a cruel master he had, leaving him so hot and bothered only to suddenly pull away like that...leaving him slumped against the wall, wanting and breathless, hair disheveled and robes askew. He just...let go. Like it was nothing. Leaving him to stare wide eyed and blushing mad with lips agape and eyes staring on in both awe and shock. Barnabas was the only man who knew how he could leave him so desperate like this.

This...This cock. This bloody bastard! How dare he?! After everything he's does in his name...he could leave him whimpering like a wounded pup?! But even if there was frustration in lavender eyes he couldn't help but let his bottom lip wobble with sadness.

Besides the frustration and anger by the mans departure he felt almost abandoned. He wanted him so badly...had he not felt the same? Would he need to beg on his knees? Was this some sort off punishment for his failures?

Ah...there was still a glimmer of a chance though! When his master sat and spoke, he listened to him, only peeling off the wall when beckoned to come hither. He would obey, wishing to do anything that he could that would please his King. He'd swiftly drop garments as he moved forwards, leaving a trail of robes at his feet till he was but bare before his creator.

Dropping to his knees and on all fours, he'd crawl the rest of the way to his beloved until he sat upon his knees between spread open thighs and help the Warden of Darkness out of his trousers, disrobing his bottom as the elder man tugged off his torso's tunic the same.

Hazy gems would watch the brunette with a needy whine before he'd go to work to ease himself into his good graces again, tracing over his knee with soft kisses, dappling them up his inner thigh to the base where leg met hip and sucking soft spots there where he knew Barnabas would enjoy.

"Pray...allow me to make up my late arrival...shall I please you my lord for my failures? If not I shalt gladly take whatever punishment you desire." The Lord Commander promised as his hand snaked around Barnabas's thick manhood, giving it a tentative stroke up and down with a gentle palm as he waited for his orders.

♞— "Hm." Oh he would give in to such temptuous begging had he been a weaker man, an ordinary man. But he was no mere man nor mortal. Chosen and blessed was he. And theirs was a bond that transcends all covenants. Only he would know of the other's weakness, only he would know all his Heart's desires like the back of his hand.

Nay, tis PUNISHMENT this one needs for keeping his beloved Liege waiting.

Tis time for a game then. A spar.

Like a great tidal wave, the King had surged upon him, drowning this unruly steed of his in a haze of LUST. But much like the force of nature of a rumbling Tsunami, so too would he recede the tide... and would part the sea.

The King would suddenly unravel himself from their heated embrace, detangling himself from the clinging nymph by sheer force of will. Ignoring how much his own body ached, his skin and flesh screamed from being parted from his other half for a second more. He was gone as soon as he had come. Where he was eager and impatient earlier, now he leaves his trusted lord commander cold.

He marches away. Now conscious of how those pair of amethysts bore holes on his retreating back. But he does so not without an unseen smile.

The King would then sit upon the edge of the large bed as if it were a throne. With mercy, his intense blue stormy gaze would settle upon his poor neglected charge as he starts to unlace the front of his tunic. Giving him a show.

"You beg that it is my touch that you need… " The King's voice was level, continuing as if mid conversation. This was their play. " But are you truly so worthy of the prize you covet, Commander?"

His hand would then lift and unfurl to beckon upon the spread thighs of his lap. "Come. I bid thee. Let me see you lay claim to this. Much like how you would conquer territories in my name with those clever sinful lips... Come and claim what is yours. Come see what you have missed."

[shalobitch]

The ✨Snake Man✨

I've spent like 11,5 hours on the render of this thing + somewhat around 2 hours on the traditional base itself. I am so fucking PROUD of it, holy shit😭

Some details and versions with filters under the cut.