#Go back to my cringe on da

[u-friend-or-ufo]

I love how my must popular post on here is something to do with resident evil village...

I'll be lucky to get I like on a Bay City Rollers post on here lol!

[konnie-senpai]

people are always dying. it is what they do

[thetapirsarehyperfixating]

hi! first time making an original post in like years. anyways

this is my canon timeline for dragon age, written out in prep for veilguard's release :> larger versions of the busts, plus assorted rambling, below the cut.

eventually, i am probably going to cave and post some stuff about these bastards on ao3 - if you are interested, this is where to look: https://archiveofourown.org/users/tapir_boy/works

SARRELAN TABRIS: as im writing this post my partner looked over, saw sarrelan, and went "thats my fuckign WIFE". so shes highly reviewed

Sarrelan is the Warden-Commander and Hero of Ferelden, the woman who killed the Archdemon, ended the Fifth Blight, Arlessa of Amaranthine, and winner of Vigil's Keep's Biggest Bitch award twenty-two years and counting. she is full to the brim with autism, which is part of the reason she looks so. mad. all of the time. she doesn't mean to, she just does not Emote well and so comes off as being more aggressive than she actually is. now don't get her wrong, she is also full of rage and kind of jumps to violence as a first resort, but she is capable of listening to people and generally does like people, like she thinks good people deserve things and wants to give them good things. she just never looks like she does.

she's got kind of an immediate bond with Alistair, something to be said about him being basically the first human man who's ever treated her with respect and actually listened to her when she takes control of a situation. ive seen interesting commentary out there about how alistair immediately turns control of the situation over to the HoF and how that can be really disorienting/frustrating/upsetting for some characters, but its kind of the opposite for sarrelan. shes had almost two decades of experience getting into shit with her cousins, shes used to taking charge and she likes having that control, and its a relief that alistair doesn't try to fight her on it.

zevran is a little more rough-going to start as they're both very different people - zevran is used to reading more into people's body language, and sarrelan's body language is very disassociated from her actual emotions, so he does spend a good while thinking he's in like Imminent Danger while sarrelan's in the corner trying to figure out if she actually Likes this guy flirting with her. (she does).

zevran semi-accidentially insinuates himself in alistair and sarrelan's relationship right after it starts, half-jokingly offering to have a threesome to help them both get over their nerves of losing their virginity, and then oops oh no they all caught feelings and no one knows how to deal with it. they only figure their shit out a few days before the battle of denerim and it's as sarrelan is On Top of the archdemon, getting ready to kill it, still unsure if Morrigan's ritual will work and if she'll even survive this, that she's able to tell them she loves them.

zevran's earring is the only piercing she has, and she treasures it greatly. she's a two handed warrior and has a sword bigger than herself. shes also gone 1v1 with an orge alpha and survived. canonically. id say i have video proof but i dont. just trust me bro

(TW FOR SA, NOT GRAPHICALLY DESCRIBED)

CONNOR HAWKE: local man made of 20 different types of trauma in a cool chestplate

connor is actually adopted into the hawke family! long story short, he was born in kirkwall and was taken to the circle there, and only left because his enchanters conspired to smuggle him out after one of the templars assaulted him. he fled to ferelden where he came across the hawke family, who took him and his daughter in and helped him fake a new identity with them. he's not happy to be back in kirkwall, but the city is a part of him whether he likes it or not - it's eating him alive but without it, he doesn't feel like himself. he's a very dedicated and loyal person, usually to his detriment, but he feels like he can't keep running from the threat of the templars anymore, he has to do something to fix this makerdamned city now.

(TW IS OVER)

he's got Something going on with the whole kirkwall crew, it just never really expands into anything for years because he's basically married to the job. but his life has been intertwined with these people's since he met them, and at a certain point all of those feelings mesh together and he's sitting there at wicked grace night and realizes he might be In Love with all of them, and then he has to make a hasty exit before he has a complete and total breakdown over it. during the timespan of DA2, anders is really the only person he has a romantic relationship with, because justice is getting tired of anders holding himself back from maybe the one other man in kirkwall who would support him no matter what, and kisses connor like the day before he has to leave on a longer quest to the sundermount. connor makes them discuss their feelings afterwards and they end up figuring it out, although the rest of the kirkcule are like. still fucking each other and are by no means exclusive at this point. the rest of them just never talk about it, because things go downhill in act 2 FAST. like, within a month he loses his mother, almost gets dragged back to the circle, has to fake his daughter's death, completely destroys his relationship with carver, and almost dies fighting the arishok.

the connor hawke of reality and the Champion of Kirkwall that gets immortalized by varric are two very different people - basically by the time that connor gets the name of Champion, he's already been working on maintaining a public persona that he just calls Hawke, and after everything with his daughter being sent away, he never lets that mask down again. he really considers Hawke to be a completely different person to Connor, and varric tries to help cement that difference in the Tale of the Champion. Hawke's story is that he was always Ferelden, his daughter was adopted and really did die, and he had no idea anders was getting so radical until the moment the chantry exploded - connor's story is that from the moment he sent Lila away, he was planning to find some way to take down Meredith.

he and anders spend a lot of time inbetween acts 2-3 trying to figure out more peaceful ways to address the chantry and bring some - any - oversight to the circles, but when all of that fails, they finally resort to plan dynamite. when all is said and done, they go to amaranthine to be reunited with lila, and then go on the run trying to help the mages break out of the circles and evade the templars. when he hears that varric was kidnapped by cassandra and that she's looking for him to speak at the conclave, he sees it as an opportunity to make a case for the rebel mages, and goes despite all the warnings not to. he survives in the fade up until the questline where the Herald goes into the fade, finds him alive, and drags him back home to see his daughter again. then he stays in skyhold to basically act as an advisor to her, and when the rest of the kirkcule get their hands on him, it kind of spurs him on to finally address his relationship to the rest of them.

connor is a force mage by default, but given how long he spent in Ferelden living on the run from the templars, he mastered both casting without a staff and fighting without magic. he's both tall and strong, but he manages to avoid scaring people off through sheer Dad energy.

LILA HAWKE: hey look theres that daughter we've been talking about

Lila is very much her father's daughter, but she doesn't have his same talent for acting calm or friendly, if she doesn't like you she Will tell you to your face and she will not work with you. (cullen.) after hawke's "death" at the conclave, she kind of becomes the defacto leader of the rebel mages, which is definitely a normal amount of responsibility for a twenty-one year old struggling with ongoing mental health issues and overwhelming grief to handle. shes doing great

(slight detour: to address some of the weirdness with DAI's timelines im having there be basically 3 factions of mages in the rebellion: the Circle mages, who want to remain under the circles with the exact same setup as before; the College mages, who like the idea of having their own spaces and want some oversight, but also some oversight of the oversight to address the rampant abuses of powers; and the Hawkes, the rebel mages who want no circles and no templars and the ability to live their lives in the same communities as non-mages. the Circle mages mostly look to Vivienne for leadership, the College mages are rallied behind Fiona, and the Hawkes were roaming the continent with Connor, now working loosely with the Inquisition with Lila.)

she's got some health issues - she's shorter than varric by a few inches despite being a human, she has moderate asthma, and semi-regular psychotic episodes, mostly auditory/visual hallucinations and paranoid episodes. bubba, the family mabari, acts as a service dog for her when he isn't doing the same for connor, and i imagine at some point between inquisition and veilguard, she has her own mabari who works full-time as her service dog.

she is one of the co-inquisitors for DAI, but she is not the herald of Andraste; she wasn't actually at the conclave when it exploded, she was down in haven with varric and anders, but she kind of gets roped into everything because cassandra says "youre a hawke, you're going to get involved anyways" and lila... can't really argue with that, she's just mad that cassandra was right. arisas is the diplomatic one, she's the more experienced one, and they honestly balance each other out really well. it frustrates her to no end that arisas is almost literally twice her height.

lila kind of regards her time in amaranthine as the best of a really, really shitty situation - she hates that she lost so much time with her father, that her teenage years were so tumultuous and that she had so many milestones of her life and she couldn't talk to her father about them, she never got to introduce her first girlfriend to him, she had to come out to him over letters, and while she has a lot of respect for the wardens in amaranthine and appreciates them for taking her in with no questions asked, she hates that she lives in a world where that had to happen in the first place. sarrelan is the person who made her realize she might be kind of butch, and zevran taught her how to actually fight instead of just using her magic for experimentation. connor never kept a grimoire after fleeing kirkwall (too obvious and too much evidence, especially if it got lost or stolen), but she does, and it's filled to the brim with notes and homebrewed spells.

ARISAS ADAAR: please help him he is too young for this

arisas is by far the youngest person to get involved in a major political conflict in my canon - he turns 16 during the events of DAI - and he is trying so hard to keep people from learning that information. he grew up in tevinter, taken there from par vollen as a very young child, and doesn't have the greatest grasp of southern mage/templar politics and is very confused by everything happening at the start of the game. he joined with a mercenary company as his first job, and was only with them for a few weeks before they got hired for the conclave, and he was Not getting paid enough to get a crash course in the differences between southern mages and tevinter mages.

ari is a lot more hesitant / cautious than lila is, partially because he has an anxiety disorder, and partially because he just knows a lot less about the south than she does. if it were up to him, he would not be in charge of this mess, but he's the one with the Anchor so he kind of has to be. he takes to the diplomacy pretty well, and he at least always finishes the paperwork that josephine sets in front of him (unlike liia, who will get distracted and go do something else halfway through). it does mean that he is constantly sleep deprived

inquisition is probably his first big exposure to a lot of queer people in very close proximity to him - between lila, leliana, dorian, and bull, it's the first time that he's really considered that people could be queer, much less trans, and it starts to make him question some things that he really doesn't have time to question. and, as the game continues, it doesnt really seem like questioning it will do him any good, as the inquisition continues to erase him and fill in the blanks with the Herald of Andraste, so he basically goes "even if i am queer, looking into it now will do me no good, because no one here is going to listen or respect that" and continues on like normal. (post canon he does figure some shit out, although he still uses he/him pronouns).

ari looks up to bull a lot, at first because he's a qunari who actually follows the qun, and ari is very curious and kind of wants bull to take him under his wing and become a father figure to him; but when bull becomes tal-vashoth and leaves the qun, ari tries to reassure him that he's the same man regardless of the identity he ties himself to, and that there's no shame in acting outside of the qun if it means protecting the people he cares about. bull in turn tries to help ari come out of his shell and maintain his sense of self in the midst of everything that comes with being the herald.

he struggles a LOT with having his identity erased by the inquisition, being both revered and reviled and rewritten with every step he takes. it makes him feel just thorougly inhuman and alone, and causes a mental breakdown after trespasser. he tries to stay in politics for a few years post canon, tries to help dorian with reforming tevinter with all this newfound influence he has, but being in the spotlight so much is detrimental to his heath, and he ends up having an early retirement in his mid-20s. he moves to kirkwall and raises nugs. this is the greatest his life has ever been.

[jorisjurgen]

the animatic is riding a very fine line between "the greatest piece of joris fancontent ever produced (not really. though i doubt anyone has drawn a pmv of him yet), with me taking inspiration from Gustav Klimt" and a shitpost.

[faintvox]

sometimes I get stressed about it but I kinda like that this old dusty blog has kind of become the culmination of how I used to keep my desk in elementary school or my backpack thru nearly all of k-12. There's just errant notes and sketches and homework that was returned to me and homework that never got turned in and a glove and a pencil grip and a love letter and some physical text rp and sand and erasers and - you know? Like it's a fucking mess but it's a relic of the self over time. There's little cohesion but if you look closely and see thru your heart there is a cobbled form of my body through ephemera.

[trickster-whim]

Hi. It's so slagging hot here. I'm not sure if we'll have any days under 100 during October, but that hasn't stopped me taking walks!

So I went to goodwill earlier this week, and there wasn't a lot of interesting stuff there, but on really cool thing was the little sewing machine.

It was about 1/6 scale, maybe a little short, but could work for different sizes. I also think it was definitely missing some pieces. still, you can turn the wheel, and the needle moves up and down, and it's so cute!

I took a lot of pictures because I thought it was so cool, but I didn't buy it. I'm trying to convince myself more that I don't need every cool little thing I find.

Some things that were very easy to convince myself I didn't need were in the paper stuff section:

Someone was getting rid of some old crushes, huh? If I was more into Dragonball I would have gotten the notebook, but I really only watched it when I was a kid. And I hate Sherlock Holmes.

And just to the side were a bunch of matted fortnite pictures for some reason?

Not that weird, I guess, but not something I was expecting to find. I don't play, but I do like to watch the McElroys play.

And then I headed home, and it was so goddamn hot.

And, uh, related, I guess... I accidentally rekindled my obsession with Transformers by finding an old notebook where I wrote my fanfictions so.... I am unfortunately back on my bullshit. So while I was walking home, I was also reading this one person's fic that I was obsessed with in college. Imo, it's still good so far, but it does make me so full of undirected adhd energy that I have to go run around outside, because unfortunately it is "uncouth" and "a noise complaint" to yell and throw things because of these dorks. And also unfortunately it's still in the 105-110F range out there, so I had to sit in the shade at the park before spontaneously combusting from the neverending sunlight. Didn't stop me from going out again later in the week, but you know. Some day the constant heat exhaustion will filter through to my two brain cells and I'll stop going out if it's over 100. Someday.

[girlierest]

🫠🫠🫠

[satrs]

Fever.

✎ A/N; BACK FROM DA DEAD!!! (I'm sorry y'all, was busy afff these past months have been toughhhh ;( Happy to be back tho!! <3)

☓ SYNOPSIS; You're camping deep out in the woods with a group of friends? Didn't you hear the news about the madman running around town?

☓ TAGS; ADULT CONTENT (18+). MDNI. NSFW CONTENT. implied Noncon(?). unprotected intercourse(sorry). threats. petnames (doll, pretty). gunplay. slighttt yandere toji. breeding kink(?). dirtytalk. just, crazy stuff, ya.

☓ FEATURING; Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

☓ WK; 4.1k

Shit!

No literally. You stepped on it again. Shit. God, these annoying branches are all up in your face and oh my God, was that a bug on your shoulder just now?

Shit. Shitshitshit.

That's how the whole day will presumably work out.

Why did you agree on this again?

Maybe, the peer pressure was just too much and honestly, at first, the trip sounded fun. Until you woke up to the new talk around town - some psycho was out on the loose, roaming around town. What did he do? A Bank robery maybe? Or Murder?

Regardless on what crimes he carried on his back, the chilling headlines on the news kept you up at night, debating on wheter you should go on this trip or not. In the end, you felt bad to cancel at short notice. So, you pulled yourself together and, despite everything, went.

"What kind of shitty shortcut is this? We've been walking here for ages and there is no camp in sight," You snap, hands braced infront of your face to protect it from any obstacles on your way, while carefully stepping around any alarming hindrence on the sully ground, "just shit."

You sigh at the returned silence, boots stomping into the oozy mud as you stare daggers into their backs.

"C'mon, we're almost there. Don't be such a crybaby."

You scoff, offended, stopping in your tracks, earning the attention from the three figures infront of you. "What does this shitshow got to do with me being a crybaby?" Your hands wirl around the darkening area, highlighting your surroundings. "We're in the middle of a damn forest, the sun is setting and we didn't even reach the camp yet." You let out a breath the the three pairs of eyes on you, wiping the dirt of your face before you continue. "Plus, You know we're three girls and one goose, alone in the forest, with some sick fuck around here somewhere, right?"

"That goose you're talking about is your friends boyfriend. Also, that psycho can have nothing on you all when I'm here." You cringe at his remark, setting rythm into your steps to move forward, rushing past the group to reach the campsite swiftly.

Paying the calls from your aquaitances no mind, you move on forward, stumbling over some outgrown tree roots, cursing under your breath. "For fuck's sake", you curse, hands gripping the backpack hung over your shoulder to hunch your back over and pull it up to ease your hike.

The path got rockier and steeper and with each step you took, you wished you just stayed at home. Your head is hung low, heavy breaths escaping your mouth.

You soon lift your head at the shadow forming infront of you, eyes scrunching to deciver the words written on the broad wooden sign mere meters away from you-

'Sunshine campsite'

Finally, salvation. Sighing in relief you gather your last strength to step into the area, quick to seat yourself on an empty wooden bank next to some tents. Your friends hot behind your trail, following suit.

"See? Wasn't that bad now was it?" one of your friends comment, earning a sharp glare to the side, causing the group to laugh in union.

It didn't take long for you to settle in, making aquaintances with the few other campers around and even managing to set up your tents before the sun finally sets.

You come back to the gathered group after a quick shower in the communal bathrooms near the receiptional office, streching while scanning the area for your friends, one of them steps into view, and their pleading look does not go unnoticed by you.

"Alright! tents are up and ready! Who's gonna get the wood for the campfire?" You could already feel all eyes on you, groaning in annoyance as you stomp off into the darkness, careful to still be in sight of your friends.

"Bullshit", you mumble, bending over to grasp some suitable branches in your arms. "We could just get in our tents and get a fucking rest, but no, we gotta have a campfire."

Despite your warnings that the fire could get out of control or worse, catch the attention of unwanted guest, your friends still insisted on having a cozy chit-chat by the campfire.

Lost in your thoughts you unconciously trail off the path from the campsite, finding yourself in a darker part of the woods, infact, darker than you anticipated.

At a sudden breeze of air your instincts kick in, body stiff as you examine the area for any danger, beathing quickening as you imagine every possible outcome of the situation.

This could be the perpetrator from the news, probably a killer, targeting you as his new victim. Or it's just a sudden hit of fresh air, happening to brush past you in a whiff, the most plausible explanaiton.

"Need a hand?"

Your eyes widden at the man infront of you, sharp eyes inspecting your form. He was tall, almost hunching over you, his broad shoulders nearly blocking your view completely.

"G-god, fuck" Perplexed, you jump back in terror, heart racing in your chest as all the materials you gathered fall from your hold, right before the feet of the intimidating man.

"Relax, doll. M' new 'round here too. Preparing to roast some marshmellows, huh?" he says in a low tone and you could've sworn you saw him somewhere before.

Not letting your guard down you fixate your eyes on his every move. You notice his face as he steps into the moonlight, a clear scar accomodating his grin, adding to his terrifiying nature. His hair black as the night, rich emerald hues sharply slit in concentration, with his muscular build and aura screaming danger.

Even though he seems nice, bending down to reach for your fallen branches, even offering to carry it to the campsite for you, everything inside of you screams for you to just run.

Even though chilling, he's handsome in his own way. If you met under different circumstances, you for sure would concider him an eyecandy.

"Still iffy bout me aren't ya?" his snicker is oddly soft, almost comforting of some sorts, causing you to slightly let your guard down.

"Can't blame ya with that killer 'round these parts." Your hesistant, reaching for some smaller branches on the ground, eyes still focused on the raven haired. "Killer?", you question, fear spreading throughout your body. So your suspicions were right. He's a murderer.

The stranger clicks his tongue, nodding as he proceeds to head back to the campsite. "Yeah." He breathes out. You follow behind him, intruigued as you await for him to continue. "Heard he killed a bunch of people."

"Like, an assasin?" you question, failing to notice the sly smirk on his face, showcasting his sharp canines. "I guess."

It didn't take long for you to reach the fireplace surrounded by your friends. They notice the stranger right away, throwing any suspicious thought away once they see the both of you interacting in a casual manner.

"Is that her boyfriend?" she cuts her lovers thought off, scoffing, "No way, she's been single. He's probably got a tent here somewhere. Think I saw him earlier." They nod in agreement, quick to greet the both of you as you explain how you met the man you didn't even know the name of.

"M' Toji." He introduces himself, "Saw the pretty one all by herself picking up wood. Thought I'd lend her a hand." Flustered by his compliment you lightly cage your lower lip between your teeth.

"Nice to meet you, Toji." A light giggle escapes you at his infatuated look, "I'm Y/N."

Lip wiping over his lips, he nods, grin still prominent on his lips. "My pleasure, Y/N."

Maybe this whole trip wasn't such a bad idea at all.

"Wanna stay with us?", one of them suggested, causing you to scold them in embarassment. He hums in thought, placing the wood into the pit. "Ya got any beer?"

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

"Damn, didn't have one of these in a while." He gulps down the last bit of liquid in the bottle, finishing his second bottle.

You chuckle, a small blanket spread over the both of you. The others already bid you both goodnight, exhaustion of the day having a toll on them, the fire lowly dying down, offering a comforting feeling.

You find yourself in a nice conversation with the raven-haired male, growing more attracted to him by each minute passing. Your thighs touch each other, and he pauses, seductive eyes scanning your body for further action.

And you do just that, earning a whistle as you swing on his lap, shutting him up with your lips against his. His hands find comfort on your hips as you grind them down his growing bulge, earning an amused hum from the stranger.

Even though this is unlike you, so what? Why not just make the best out of this shitty day and might as well end it with a bang? There is not much that could go wrong, except for a killer turning up, that is.

In a bold action, your hands began to roam down his defined chest before his hand firmly gripped yours as you reached the waistband of his trousers, catching you off guard.

"What if I'm the killer?"

You pause, confused by his question. Eyes crinkling as you let off a nervous laugh, playing into his 'joke'.

"Well, would you kill me?", you tease, his apparent grin turning your stomach in unease. Great, you found yourself a jokster.

His hand caresses your hip in thought. "Dunno," he answers, both hands back on your hips as he presses you further down on his bulge. "Depends."

You chuckle, your hand sneaking past the waistband as you grip onto what seemed to be the raging hard on, your puzzled expression causing him to let out a snicker. "And? Cupped a feel?"

You freeze as your fingertips reach the barrel of what seemed like a gun, heart racing. Your brain reacts faster than your body, urging you to break free of his hold and run to the emergency hut as fast as you can, but he beats you to it.

In a blink of an eye, you wince as your back comes into contact with the harsh ground.

Scream. Scream! Do something!

"Shhh, shhhh", something cold is pressed up against your temple, a tear threatening to fall from your eye as you realize the gun to your head, "Don't wanna wake ya friends, do we?"

You panic, his crazed grin pushing you further down the hole of despair, until he pushes the barrel against your head in a warning. "Do we?"

You nod hesitantly and slap yourself mentally. You should've known it from the start. Toji. Toji Fushiguro, infamous assassin. The crazed man on the run from police wanted. The man who's all over the news is now in front of you- or, rather, on top of you.

"Should'a kept ya hands ta yer self, pretty." he snickers, urging you to get up while his hand firmly holds your hip, leading you away from the tents, right into the small wooden hut.

"Please", you try to reason, your breath turning irregular as you press yourself into a corner, eyeing the threatening device in the assassin's hand. "I- I won't rat you out or anything, just," he watches in amusement as you try to talk yourself out of the situation. "Please. Don't kill me." You whisper with your eyes screwed shut, almost wincing at the sound of him approaching you further.

He's dead silent, empty hand reaching up to caress your collarbone, dark emerald orbs soaking in your form. "Kill? You?"

You flinch at his chuckle. "Ya think I did all this shit just ta kill you?" His deep voice lets your hair stand up straight.

You gulp, eyes wavering between him and the gun handing low in his hand. "I want the same thing you do. Ya jus' happened to stumble upon this good ol' thing here." He waves the gun up in front of your face as you stare at him, speechless.

"Oh? Did I ruin the mood?", he humored, biting back his laugh once your eyes snap at the gun heavy in his hand.

You muster up the courage to look up at him, only for his shark eyes to stare directly back down at you, trapping you in his hold, one leg finding its way between your legs.

"What'cha want, woman?" His voice is low. Dangerously so, even, hungry eyes preying on you. "Piss the fuck off", he spits, head poking in the direction of the door. "Orrr", voice inked in amusement, "see what ya would miss out on."

A ton of emotions wander through your body at the moment - fight or flight? Submit? What to do?

His leg inches up further, adding slight pressure to your clit as you contain a moan between bitten lips. Fuck it.

Was there really anything but your life to lose? And if you were going to end up dead, you might as well make the most out of it.

Doe-like eyes staring up at the criminally handsome man, catching his gaze as you search for something—anything in those dark, mysterious hues, intrigued by his offer.

"Aaatta girl", he grins once you ease your composure, bulky arms quick to lift you up, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, hands dapped around his neck as you gaze at him in a daze, admiring his handsome features up close. Could a man this handsome really be a killer?

He looks around, eyes squinted, to scan around the dark sector until he spots the table in the middle of the small space, pushing off the phone in a hurry to make room before carefully placing you on your back.

"Beautiful", he breathes out, admiring your figure through the rays of moonlight that shine through the window, emerald orbs lusting over your exposed skin, shirt slightly rode up and shorts exposing your plush thighs.

He quickly positions himself between them, mouth attacking your neck with love bites as his hips roll into your heat impatiently, earning a whine from you.

You let out a cry once his hands roughly fondled your tits, action showing clear desperation. And by his almost animalistic growl against your neck once you free his hard dick from his trousers, you can tell that he indeed didn't feel the touch of a woman in a long time.

Suddenly your mind clouds with lust, eager to show this man—this - this criminal who's above you, rutting his hips into your clothed heat, what he missed out on during his incarceration.

"Fuck, doll", he hisses, cock head caught against your clothed pussy. Slim hands find their way around his neck while your legs firmly lock him in between your legs.

More, more, more. You have to feel him right now, or you might faint from the lustful smoke clouding your mind.

Desperate movements of your hips erect a low growl from the man, his green orbs snapping down to the moist stain on your shorts, eyes slitting as a fat grin spreads across his face.

"Sweet little cunny of yours needs some tough love, huh?" Quick hands find their way to his pants, swiftly pulling out his painfully hard cock, small huffs eliciting from his lips as he gives his length a few pumps, before snap!

His rough hand tear your shorts alongside your panties to the side, impatient to get a good look at your drenched pussy. And he sure does, catching your glistering heat all ready for him, clenching around nothing as if begging him to fill you up with his ridiculously fat cock.

You nod, an embarrassing whine escaping from your lips. All hot and bothered, you wiggle in his hold in an attempt to at least feel his raw length against your exposed folds. He caught onto your antics, pushing his fat tip through your puffy folds, causing your breathing to pick up. "Yeahhh? Want me to fill your lonely cunt up, hm?"

Head turning to the side in embarrassment, you mumble out a weak 'yes' as you buck your hips up, longing for his touch. He only barks out a laugh, slapping his head against your pussy before smearing his pre-cum all over your wet pussy in a mocking manner, grin never wavering as his sharp eyes lock with yours. "What's the magic word?"

You whine once his thick mushroom head nudges at the hood of your clit, shaking your head from side to side and puffing quick breaths as your hands dig into his shoulders.

It's been a while since you had some fun, sex at that. All the guys just seemed so dull and full of empty promises. But then why do you seem to put your trust in this stranger?

Toji, a man who you shouldn't even think of associating yourself with, now a small inch away from burying himself into you, literally.

"P-please, Toji. Wan' you to f-fuck me," you state, shame and guilt consuming you because, why the hell are you doing something so iniquitous with a convicted criminal?

But all doubt disappears from your mind once his cock teases your entrance, pushing past your damp folds painfully slow. The air trapped in your lungs with your stomach sucked in, you squeeze your eyes together, trying to accommodate the almost uncomfortable but nostalgic stretch.

"Thaaaat's it", he breathes out, thumb flicking your clit to ease your pain, hushing your worries away, "taking me so well, doll. Almost there."

His head falls in the crock of your neck as he bottoms out, rough fingers gripping the fat of your hips, his sounds muffled by your soft skin.

He pushes his hips back before picking up a steady pace, pushing the air out of your lungs with each snap of his hips, bulling his cock deeper and deeper into you.

This is so damn wrong, but he also felt so damn good inside of you. Reaching your sweet spot by simply bottoming out must be the crime for which he'd be found guilty tonight.

With your legs sprawled out for him, he increases the rhythm of his hips, grin growing broader with each whine he robs from your lips.

Not trying to displease him, you try your utmost best to keep your sounds in, but it was hard to do so with your hands pinned over your head and his prominent veins grazing your walls, leaving you breathless.

"Never told ya to shut up, doll", he teased, one hand pinching your clit, earning a yelp from you. "jus' need to keep it down, yeah? Or I'll have ta stop." The man only snickers at your pleading whimper, hips bucking up into his at his slowing pace, begging him to keep going.

Amused, his grin widens threateningly, bulky hands hushing their way to the soft flesh of your tits, twisting your nipple between his digits. "That's more like it."

Longing desire washing over him, he can't help but hunch over to cage your swollen bud between his lips, eyes sensually rolling to the back of his head. Fuck, he can't even remember when he last had such mind-numbing pussy like yours, sucking him in such a greedy manner, making the sole movement of his hips a challenge to overcome.

Groaning at the mean chokehold you have him in, his movement stutters as he curses under his breath. "C'mon, don't give up on me now, pretty." Trying to mask his crumbling facade, so close to succumbing to his ecstatic end himself by smacking his palm against your poor abused clit.

There's no way he could just let you go after this, not because you recognized him as a wanted assassin, no, it's because of that dangerous, dangerous pussy of yours, that could have anyone whipped in an instant, just like it did to him.

You'll need a big, strong man like him to protect you from this evil and corrupt world, right?

"Toj- nghhh, Tojiiii-!", you hiccup in between his harsh, almost punishing thrusts, his tip prodding at your womb, causing you to feel lightheaded.

"Yeahhh? Fellin' good?" You nod eagerly, locking your legs around his muscular waist with hard, tension arising in your lower tummy.

Amused by your contorted faces, his predator-like eyes never leave your form, making sure to inspect your reaction with each push of his hip and each tasing touch of his hands to get out of you.

"M-mhmmm, fuck!", you mumble under your breath, eyes squeezed shut as you focus on the intense feeling of his veins grazing against your walls and the harsh jolts of your body against the dark wooden table, creating a faint creaking noise.

"So pretty, such a pretty lil' pussy ya have on ya-fuck!", He's rambling at this point, eager to see you coming undone beneath him, see your face twist into the cutest expressions he's ever seen, and swallowing your precious whines and wails about how it just felt, "Good, s-so good!"

And he gets to witness just that, once your pussy clamps down on him with one last thrust of his, back arching off the wood as you sob and weep from the intense wave hitting you in an instant.

He may or may not have lost his sanity at this point or somewhere before, but he couldn't care less as his lips attacked yours like a hungry animal, a deep growl escaping him as he felt his balls tightening, shooting out his thick, white juices deep inside your cunt.

He braces himself as his orgasm hit him harder that expected, years of pent up frustration being washed away by your comforting snug tunnel. "Take it, doll, fuckkk! Greedy pussy of yours gonna be the death of me."

You shriek, feeling thick spurts of his white fluid mixing with your juices, even leaking from your aching hole once his thick shaft abandons your weak hole, glistering mix of your juices dripping on the dark wood.

"Chop chop, time for our second date, doncha think, pretty?", he muses, a low, dark chuckle following suit. Before you can even react or calm down from the blissful orgasm, he covers up the mess between your legs, adding a playful smack to your clothed heat for good messure and lifts you up into his arms like a groom would his bride, swiftly stepping out into the cold wild.

Terrified but also fascinated, you gaze up at him, inspecting the heavy scar adoring the side of his lip, trying your hardest not to lift your fingers to trace along it.

You're quick to snap out of it once you hear what seems to be a car door swing open before you find yourself on the man's lap in the driver's seat.

Perplexed and confused, everything around you seems to be completely still once you find his eyes back on yours, the cold barrel of his gun visible in your peripheral.

"If ya keep up the good girl act, I'll eat ya pussy up, how does that sound?" Your eyes widen at his blunt statement, embarrassment washing over your body because, if you were being honest, the idea doesn't sound that bad at all.

"Aight", with one quick tap to your behind with the barrel of his gun, he urges you to hurry into the passenger's seat, "let's get movin', doll."

He closes the door behind him, starting the engine with one hand while the other taps the gun on the rear.

You gulp at the sick feeling inside your tummy, but you don't know if it was his cum seeping out of your hole, or if realization finally hit you.

You're in a vehicle, stolen by an assassin who just so happens to have a soft spot for you. But who knows how long that infatuation of his will hold on?

Heart beating rapidly in your chest, you feel a shudder crawling down your spine once the car sets in motion, clueless to where you two were headed.

As the possibilities rush through your mind, your gaze flickers between the road and Toji, and you don't know if you're more scared of his intentions or his reckless driving.

Will he kill you? No, of course not. The fun has just started. He himself is curious about what you might do. A smirk creeps up his lips at the mere thought of spending more time with such a pretty thing as yourself. How amusing.

"Awww, baby. Don't sulk like that", he reaches his gun over to brush a strand behind your ear, clearly in a mocking manner, startling you from your racing train of thought,

"We're goin ta have a whole lotta fun together."

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[momochanners]

After a good night's sleep, I think I can better solidify my thoughts in regards to the Dragon Age trailer.

First, let's start with the positives:

- Companion diversity: This has always been part of the series' DNA that has been clearly depicted with every iteration, so those who cry foul over "Asian & Black elves", prosthethics, etc etc...I really don't get that, because values and sensibilities evolve over time. Even the series itself has course corrected when needed, eg. Player character creation influencing the family ethnicity of the Couslands in DA:O vs the Hawkes in DA2.

- Unlocked romances: Letting players choose whoever they want to romance regardless of their sexuality and race has always been a positive for me. Allowing everyone to enjoy the experience equally is great (and I'm sure the nuances of player race & gender will be addressed through dialogue and banter). Moreover, CRPGs are long and time-consuming, so to be locked out of character romances mid-way through is never going to be a good time (from personal experience and observing fandom in the past).

Now the negatives:

- Maybe it's me being on the older side of the Bioware fandom (15 years in Dragon Age, 20 years if you count older games like KotOR and Jade Empire), but I cringed very hard watching the trailer. If you followed the development of this game in the past decade, the cancelled live service element that was to be DA4 in one of its iterations was so all over the way the companions were introduced that it brought out a visceral reaction in me. The tonal whiplash from how foreboding Dreadwolf was presented in the past to the patronising happy quippy MEET OUR LITTLE GUYS YOU'RE SURE TO LOVE also did not help as a first concrete look of what to expect after all this time (also poor anachronistic choice of soundtrack when you already have Trevor Morris' compositions right there). I was so dismayed when they went with a looter-shooter-esque lighthearted vibe when they could've leaned hard on the foreboding established mood and momentum they've already got going with Dreadwolf. 

- The branding switch this late in the game that comes with it, especially one as drastic as this will always come with questions and ambivalence. I feel that mitigating uncertainty from announced changes (party number, combat mechanics, setting and environment, etc) should've have been prioritised to reassure existing and lapsed fans before appealing to new ones in such a jarring way.

-  I'm simply baffled at the marketing suit who signed off on whatever this is to be their "best foot forward" at reintroducing the final form of this game? If only there were confident with the world they've already built instead of relying on trendy gimmicks, the amount of damage control I'm seeing prior to the gameplay reveal tonight was so avoidable. Controlling the narrative from the get go is so very important especially now as opinions can easily snowball overnight into behemoth-like proportions especially from bad faith actors. You would think that lessons were learned from DA:O's "THIS IS THE NEW SHIT" and DA2's "Press a button, something AWESOME happens" debacles.

(The thing is, despite it being my least favourite DA out of the three, imho Inquisition has the best marketing campaign in the franchise despite the developmental troubles going on in the background. So it has been pulled off successfully before!)

- I think the Bioware layoffs, especially the recent extensive gutting of senior staff in September 2023, significantly depleted my goodwill as a fan. To see Varric being paraded as a mascot in the trailer, game promotion and supplementary media while having his creator unceremoniously let go after years of building the franchise we love left me so very cold. And it's a me problem, but seeing many other fans barely acknowledging that save for few hollow words before getting back into the fun frustrated me so much. I get being excited to finally get something solid after years of false starts, but with what was lost along the way...I personally don't feel right to approach this installment without cynicism.

Idk, I'm just a bundle of conflicted feelings over this series I guess? When it's so good, it's really good and stays with you as memorable gaming experiences that stays with you for life, but when it stumbles and fumbles the bag...it hurts to see.

[kaiserposting]

Michael Kaiser — Liebevoll

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 1k TYPE: Humor, Established relationship, some fluff WARNING(S): Kaiser is a cringe loser, my bad german makes a comeback (I was always on that damn phone in german class)

Since you’ve been trying to learn German (you gave some stupid excuse about how you ‘want to know what shit he talks about you when he thinks you don’t understand him’), a golden opportunity to mess with you has appeared in front of Kaiser.

Obviously being that your brainwaves aren’t completely inactive, you knew not to ask him and instead try a language app first because he’s not to be trusted.

Not possible on Kaiser’s watch, though. Nuh uh. What do you need an app for when you have a boyfriend who’s perfectly capable of lying to you for his amusement?

Your phone was dealt with (snatched and tucked in Kaiser’s back pocket, where you’d rather wretch than reach) three exercises in… So you’re still about as clueless as in the beginning. Now, Kaiser is subjecting you to his ‘tutoring’.

“When someone holds the door for you, you bow and say ‘Ich hoffe, du wirst von einem Auto angefahren.’ It means thank you, by the way.”

“Uh, that’s too long to mean thank you.” You look at him like he’s forcing you to say tongue twisters, suspicion clear in your expression.

Kaiser finds your wariness and lack of understanding really cute, mainly because he’s a condescending asshole. He reaches out to try and move your mouth as if that’ll somehow assist you in pronouncing it, but you pry his fingers away from your face before he can reach. It makes him snicker.

After a few tries, you get through that one. Then Kaiser forces you through the ordeal of sounding out that string of bullshit multiple times ‘just to make sure you really memorized it’.

Next, Kaiser says, “When you want the tab at a restaurant, you should say, ‘Kannst du auf meinen Teller scheißen?’”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely. Why do you think you know more than me? It’s my first language.” He smiles at you in a wannabe suave manner.

Reluctantly, you repeat it back to him, more than once.

His gaslighting is almost becoming convincing with his insistence on you retaining this information as if you’re actually gaining knowledge here.

But you decide to take everything with a grain of salt, anyway, no matter how compelling Kaiser’s acting may be. You’ll try to search these up later. At least if you can manage to spell them based on what you heard.

The nonsense continues on like this:

“When a guy compliments you, you should reply with ‘Sag das noch einmal, damit ich dich ausweiden kann.’ It means thank you veeeeeeery much, by the way.”

“Does everything mean thank you according to you?!”

“Aww, that’s a really cute grumpy face you’re making.”

“Don’t dodge the question.”

Kaiser stares at you expectantly, scooting closer towards you and leaning in, his face inching closer towards yours. Disturbed (not swayed or affected at all, might you add!), you decide to comply.

He wonders what other stupid shit he should make you say. Even for a joyless and miserable person like Kaiser, it’s kinda difficult to stifle his laughter. Of course, someone as delusional as him would find entertainment in his own antics, but he’s doing a good job on not letting it show.

“After paying at the supermarket, you tell the cashier ‘Es gibt eine Leiche im Pausenraum’ and walk off immediately. It’s a social norm.”

What a shameless liar. You’re curious about what he’s making you say though, since he’s still not reacting when you repeat it back to him during this whole farce. The mischievous rat’s game is on point.

You continue to go along with it, though, since your intrigue is also making you want to learn them all so you can actually look them up after all this. In fact, you drop asking him about it regardless, pretending as if you let down your guard and believe him now.

This leads Kaiser to being more comfortable, testing the waters in a different direction, assuming you won’t think anything of it.

“You should greet me in German every time you see me as practice,” he says. “With something like ‘Du bist sehr schön.’”

Kaiser thinks he’ll think it funny because you rarely compliment him, but he finds himself liking it a little once you repeat it to him. Then he makes you say it again and again, aiming less to deceive you into thinking he’s dedicated to your linguistic education and more so for his satisfaction.

But Kaiser ignores this strange happiness. He tricked you into saying it, so it’s whatever. Doesn’t mean anything. In fact, he’d be a stupid microbe to dwell on it.

Once he strays down that part, though, it keeps escalating.

“Mit dir ist alles besser." - That’s probably the opposite of how you feel, so Kaiser finds some kind of humor in it conceptually. Then hearing is too much to his liking again.

“In deinen Armen fühle ich mich geborgen." - You’d never think something like that, god forbid you utter it out loud… What’s wrong with him? It’s supposed to be comedic. He’s pranking you! Punking you. You’re a gullible idiot!!! He like, got you so good or whatever.

"Du machst mich glücklich.”

When you parrot that one back to him with more ease, since it’s more on the simple side, Kaiser stares into your eyes with a kind of seriousness you find disconcerting. You expect him to demand you say it again so he can be sure you remember it, though the frequency of this request died down more and more with each phrase you spoke.

The silence stretches. You continue to gaze at each other with an almost bizarre confusion between you two.

Is he making you say things he yearns to hear deep down? Or is he finding an excuse to tell you things he’s reluctant to admit? Both options are pathetic and beneath him. And he also really can’t tell which one it is, either.

“Can you say it again?” asks Kaiser, more tender in tone.

“Du machst mich glücklich?”

You’re not a very affectionate couple. It’s to your surprise that Kaiser wraps his arms around you with tentativeness, like he’s skirting around something, then presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. Despite your puzzlement, you return the embrace, pulling him closer.

Now you’ve got to find out what it was to warrant all that from him for sure. Guess you’ll be utilizing speech to text later…

Ich hoffe, du wirst von einem Auto angefahren = I hope you get ran over by a car Kannst du auf meinen Teller scheißen? = Can you take a shit on my plate? Sag das noch einmal, damit ich dich ausweiden kann = Say that again so I can disembowel you Es gibt eine Leiche im Pausenraum = There’s a dead body in the break room Du bist sehr schön = You’re very beautiful Mit dir ist alles besser = Everything’s better with you In deinen Armen fühle ich mich geborgen = I feel safe in your arms Du machst mich glücklich = You make me happy I was writing a WIP with a premise I've never done before, but it got difficult to write whihc annoyed me, so I wrote this which is something that ive quite literally done before instead #StayStagnant

[mosaickiwi]

Hide and Seek

950ish word Ren(dacted) drabble off a spicy hide and seek prompt from da discord except I didn’t do the NSFW ending because I’m cringe, my bad. GN reader.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Prompt: Playing “Hide and Seek" with Ren in his spacious apartment, except no room is off limits, and he has to wear a Ghostface mask while seeking you out. And if Ren manages to find you, he gets to fuck you. I'M SORRY

~

Ren had given you fourteen minutes to hide. Fourteen much needed minutes to take stock of his pitch black apartment while he waited outside. 

You'd been overly thorough, going room to room, crossing off some spots and keeping note of others, both silly and serious—you were momentarily tempted to hang ass-out of the washing machine for a cheap laugh. At the moment, hiding in the shrine-turned-storage room was your top choice. It was piled high enough with stuff that you were sure you'd sneak by him to some other hiding spot if he tried to corner you. But just in case, you made your way into his bedroom to find another option or two.

You hurried across the room to open his closet door and turn on its light. The rows of hanging and neatly folded black clothes on either side of the spacious walk-in didn't give you much to work with; even if you crouched down, he'd find you in an instant. Maybe you would hide in the storage room.

As you flipped the light switch and turned around to do just that, the front door loudly slammed shut. Your heart sank. You were out of time. There was no way you'd make it to your hiding place now. Halfway panicked, you fell to your knees and slid as quickly and quietly as possible under the bed. An obvious cliche—but it was already too risky to leave the room. You thanked your lucky stars you’d closed all the doors on your way here. It’d at least buy some time.

With bated breath, you waited in the dark, heart practically beating in your ears. The noisy sounds of them opening and closing doors echoed through the apartment. You could clearly hear his footsteps as well. He wasn’t normally anywhere close to loud, so he was definitely making all that commotion for your benefit. You weren’t sure whether to appreciate it or not, thanks to your steadily growing fear mixed with anticipation.

The noises got closer much faster than you expected them to. You only pressed yourself tighter against the floor. It was impossible to see much in the dark, but not even a brief flicker of light showed through the gap at the bottom of the bedroom door. He wasn’t bothering to turn the lights on. You were a bit miffed that he knew the layout of his apartment this well.

A few more loud footsteps, and you knew he was just outside the room. The doorknob faintly clicked as he turned it. The door opened, but thankfully you didn’t hear it shut. You could feel his footsteps, heavier than usual, thumping against the floor. Barely visible, the toes of his boots came into view right in front of you.

“I know you’re in here, Angel,” sang his voice from above you, the taunting muffled by the mask. The bed slightly dipped from his weight as he began to kneel down. Your heart only beat faster against your rib cage as you tried to stay calm. Did they really find you that quickly? You silently cursed yourself for being so picky.

All of a sudden he seemed to change his mind. The bed shifted and he moved back into complete darkness, out of your limited field of view. You squinted, trying your best to keep track of him. But it didn’t do any good. His footsteps reverberated once again as he walked around the room. There was a faint creaking noise from what must’ve been the closet door, then the footsteps got the tiniest bit quieter and quieter until they stopped once more.

You had to take the chance while he was occupied searching the closet. Otherwise, they’d just come back to look under the bed. With your heart in your hands, you trembled as you inched out on the side furthest from the closet, getting ready to bolt. If you were lucky, you’d make it to the storage room. One deep breath, and you started to run like your life depended on it.

Except you didn’t get far at all. You reached blindly in the direction of the door as an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, then a hand clasped over your mouth to mute the absolutely terrified shriek you let out.

“Y’really thought I’d gone in the closet, huh?” they laughed from behind while you struggled for a moment. “Of course you’d try to run.” 

The rather violent thrumming of your pulse seemed to settle in his embrace. He moved his hand away from your mouth once you stopped flailing, and you heard fabric and rubber rustling as he took off the mask. You forced yourself to speak—in spite of the adrenaline still coursing through you, “I thought… I thought a chase would be more fun.”

His arm still around you skimmed low on your stomach before his other hand came to toy with the hem of your shirt, making you tense in excitement. “It would be fun, but we’re not in a movie. Can't make things that easy f'you,” he teased, along with placing a soft kiss to your temple.

You were thankful not to see whatever smug face he had. "You could've humored me a little bit." Your prep time felt like a waste, so you really wanted to put up a better fight.

He pulled you closer in response. The press of his body against you served as a crystal clear reminder for how your little game was meant to end. Eerily confident, his words took a moment to sink in when he began to push up your shirt, lips lingering at your ear to whisper, “Sorry, Angel. You aren’t ever getting away from me.”

[pretend-i-don-t-exist]

ok back to my sy as yang yixuan au bc the brainrot refuses to leave

Luo Binghe's shixiong and shijie do not like him. This is a fact.

Qing Jing Peak and Bai Zhan Peak have long-standing animosity with each other. This is also a fact.

Those two facts are the root cause of why Luo Binghe is desperately running away, ducking and weaving through the bamboo as four Bai Zhan disciples hunt him down during their raid.

He yelps when he trips over a portruding stone, landing harshly on his elbows. He's already scrambling away when one of the disciples grabs his arm, and punches him on the cheek.

Luo Binghe, with all the force he can muster, pushes him away and resumes running. It doesn't take long before he's cornered to a dead end, and he backs away, trying to find an exit.

He does not need to plan his escape any further when a boy– dressed in Bai Zhan blues and blacks, lands down silently in front of the disciples, and proceeds to solidly beat each and every one of them up.

He has them all giving up in just a few minutes.

"Ah, seriously..." this new boy— older than Luo Binghe, stronger and smarter, too— sighs, placing his hands on his hips. "None of you really listen, don't you?"

With one swift, practiced motion, he swings the four rambunctious disciples over his shoulder, looking unamused. "All of you are to present at the Hall of Reflection and copy down the scriptures fifty times, and I will personally oversee your training for the next two months," the boy says, authority dripping off of every inch of his body. "Seriously, you're lucky you haven't injured anyone or else you'll be facing a worse punish–"

The boy's eyes catch Luo Binghe's. Luo Binghe shrinks away, all too aware of the livid bruise on his cheek and the blood from his nose.

There is silence. Then there is a thud, and all the Bai Zhan disciples who came for the raid groan in unison. There are footsteps, and the boy is suddenly kneeling in front of him, his hands inexplicably tender and gentle.

The boy hisses at the sight of the bruise. "I apologize for my shidi and shimei," he says, soft. His hands are marred with callouses, strong and firm and powerful, but they are gentle when they touch Luo Binghe. "They are rowdy and a little feral after being left uncontrolled for too long. May I ask for shixiong's understanding?"

Shixiong? Luo Binghe nods, a little wide-eyed. The boy softens, perceptibly, and begins threading qi to his meridians. "This is to quicken your body's natural healing," he explains. "You should get it looked better, however– I can accompany you to Qian Cao Pe–"

"No!" Luo Binghe blurts out, cringing away. Da-shixiong's friends warned him against going to Qian Cao. He doesn't want to know what they'd do if he does go there.

A pause. "Very well." The boy stops his qi, finding the bruise to be sufficiently healed. He pulls out medicine from his sleeve, just like how his Shizun does. "This is for bruises, and this one for small cuts. All topical– externally applied on skin, not ingested. No, please don't worry, this is the least I can do."

Luo Binghe accepts the medicine under the boy's insistence. He cannot say anything, tongue heavy in his mouth, not to even ask for the boy's name or why he is helping him.

The boy rises to his feet. "Well," he says, hesitantly laying a hand on Luo Binghe's hair. Either he doesn't seem to notice the flinch or he ignores it, but that doesn't matter because the boy is– patting his head. Gently and softly, like he has not the power to defeat all of the disciples here in this clearing on Qing Jing Peak.

"We'll have to get going now," the boy says. "Don't worry, they will be reflecting on their actions and will be sincerely apologizing for them. Take care, shixiong."

With two disciples over his shoulder and two under his arm, the boy flies away on his spiritual sword. Luo Binghe clutches the medicine in his hands tighter, feeling the warmth of the boy's gentle hands lingering on his own, and tries to carve every line of the boy's face into his memory.

[bl0odyh3art]

NEVER TELL HER.

warnings: rape fantasies, cheating, mentions of glory holes, and fake raping?

this is dead dove/dark content. if are uncomfortable with this kind of content or don't like it, then do not interact.

a/n: yayyy I finally like one of my fics

“Also, Mary isn't able to have sex now.” The doctor looked at him after flipping through all the papers on the heavy clipboard. no sex?.... That's okay.

He can deal with that. “Oh, okay.” James nodded, his hands fidgeting with each other as he was seated on the hard metal chair. The cushion on the chair is long gone, all flat.

A week's gone by, no sex. No masterbation. No nothing.

Driving to the flower shop, gets the same flowers she likes…or liked, pays for them with that same girl as the cashier.

“Hi, James!” You chirped, smiling widely at him with your best smile.

“How's life?”

“It can be better.” He answered uninterestedly while he waited for you to tell him the price after flowers.

“Aww…” Lips pouting with a little frown and head tilt. “Anyways! that'll be $20.”

“20?!...Are you serious…” James groaned and shoved his card in the reader, putting in his pin, blah blah blah blah.

“See you next time, James!” You waved bye to him but he didn't pay attention to it.

Of course he's gonna have some sexual frustration, he feels guilty for even masterbating without Mary at this point because it just doesn't feel the same, he can't pay a hooker…he just doesn't want that…maybe….maybe you.

He loves Mary, but he can't just tell her.

She's so kind, loving, gentle, and caring. He just shudders at the thought of what she should say if he told her he has rape and glory hole fantasies. So disgusted and disappointed. The best he can do is fuck you. Flower shop bimbo.

“James you're into rape fantasies…and glory holes, THAT'S SO DIRTY!” You crawled over to him on the bed, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Leaning in to whisper to him “Are you gonna tie me up?” He shuddered, not in a good way though. In a disgusted way. God he can hear the gum chewing right in his ear. Do you ever stop chewing it?

“I don't know ... .Can you go in the hallway?” He sighed, of course you listened.

Blah blah blah blah blah, James finally had you on the bed, struggling to pull his dick fast.

“Oh no, Mister…please don't rape me….” You pouted with your pointer finger in your lips. He stopped and stared at you.

“Can you not act like…. you're in a porno…?”

“Oh, yah! sorry..”

“Maybe like… I dunno…try to fight me?”

“James! I don't want to hit you!”

“Just do it…” He sighed as you started kicking and hitting his chest.

“No, Mister! Oh no…. please I have a whole life ahead of me!” Finally he pulled out his dick and shoved it into you, making you gasp.

“Wow, I-..I never thought you were packing” You smiled at him, making him cringe at the choice of words you said.

“Y-yeah….” He groaned slightly, it was good. Definitely got him hard but you weren't Mary, and he wanted this over quick. Rubbing your clit and he thrusted in and out. Your back arched so much, moans so loud and quick…Did you take “how to moan” classes? Mary's were authentic and gentle, quiet but loud enough to let him know she was enjoying it.

“Oh, James! You're so biggg! I want you to cum inside my pussy! Uh huh!” He hated dirty talk, it was so disgusting. Why say what you want while it's happening?

Your pussy was good, warm and wet, a bit of a snug fit but you took him like a soldier.

He pulled out because he forgot condoms. Can't risk having a baby with another woman while his wife is sick. His eyes were closed, mouth shut closed, teeth grating against each other.

His moans were hot, like seriously hot. You couldn't tell if they were pathetic or just plain the best you've heard.

He whispered out a tinny tiny “Mary” as he came all over your stomach. Pulling up his pants and throwing you a towel.

“James, don't you want me to wrap myself in a blanket and just like have my ass out…so it's like a glory hole?” You looked at him, completely dazed out, cock drunk so quickly and easy.

“Umm..no, we can do that some other time.” He nodded and shook his head, he didn't even know if he wanted it or not but right now, he couldn't.

what did he just do?...Will Mary ever find out?...

[raynesbunny]

WHAT MAKES THEM EMBARRASSED?

Mashle headcanon!

💌: GN!reader, fluff

⚠️: Ooc and maybe cringe, slight suggestive on Orter's part?

Requested by: @rainee-da

Characters: Orter Madl, Rayne Ames, Abyss Razor

Others: Guess who's back! I was thinking of finishing all the short stories before going back, though— but I don't want to keep you guys waiting! I'll feel very bad if I do so｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡ Angst Rayne A. x reader coming soon! Still fixing a lot of errors<33 Enjoy reading, pookies!(≧▽≦) (this is my first time writing a headcanon so please do leave a message if there are errors!)

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Orter Màdl

♡ It's almost impossible to make this man feel embarrassed; he hardly shows any expressions regardless of what others do—always wearing a straight and serious face! Many have attempted to make him laugh and smile, but their efforts have always been in vain, no matter how much they've tried. It almost seemed like expressing emotions is against the rules to him!

♡ And then there's you, his dearest, his partner, his beloved, his darling, his sweetheart, his sunshine, his angel, his lover, the one who melted his icy heart and kept it warm—the only one capable of evoking emotions within him that he never thought he would experience someday. (although, this rule-obsessed man cannot bring himself to admit it openly!)

♡ If there's one thing that can make Orter feel embarrassed, it would be your unexpected, sneaky and quick yet soft kisses and pecks!

♡ Whenever you peck his cheek, his brain momentarily stops functioning, and his heart flutters. His body freezes (and a faint blush is visible on his cheeks) at the touch of your soft lips against his skin.

♡ Your innocent and delicate feathered kisses drives him wild, but he would never dare to utter a word about his longing for more of those adorable little kisses!

Extra:

♡ Today was another busy day for the young man, Orter Màdl. Well— busier than usual that he had forgotten to bring his lunch with him.

And here you are, now in his office to deliver the homemade lunch to your hard-working lover, along with an encouraging letter you poured your heart into creating!

Upon noticing your presence, Orter averted his gaze from his work and looked up at your approaching figure with a small bag in your hand.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

"You forgot your lunch at home, and I won't allow my man to work with an empty stomach, so I decided to bring it here to you," you replied.

Orter remained silent, choosing to turn his focus back to his paperwork. However, his shoulders seemed more relaxed now, and his facial expression had softened. That sight alone was enough for you to know that he was grateful, and he doesn't need to express it through words or pay you back.

(The pile of paperwork on his desk bothered you. You seriously wanted to help, but this stubborn boyfriend of yours would not let you, and you were left with no choice.)

(Last time, you tried helping him, but it only ended up with you wrapped in his sand magic.)

"Here's your lunch, by the way. Don't forget to eat it at lunchtime," you said, placing the small bag with his lunchbox inside on his desk. When you heard no answer, you glanced at him, seeing that he was focused on his work.

This seemed to be the perfect time to take the chance and sneak a kiss.

As your lips were about to reach his cheek, Orter turned around (on purpose), causing your lips to meet his instead.

You were about to pull away immediately, only for the desert cane to grab your wrists, pin you down on his desk and deepen the kiss, preventing you from moving and keeping the kiss from breaking. Leaving you breathless and blushing, a flustered mess.

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Rayne Ames

♡ Just like the rule-obsessed divine visionary, he's often cold and serious. But believe me when I say that he isn't cruel! He's just having a hard time expressing that he actually cares for the people, especially those whom he's fond of, interested in, and of course- you.

♡ Speaking of you, you are his everything. He'd do anything to keep you safe, make you feel loved, respected, and comforted! Even with his busy schedule, he'll find a way to prioritize you, no matter what. (You matter the most in his life, aside from his rabbits and Finn, of course he'll prioritize those who are important to him.) Though, there are times that he must attend to his duties first, but he'll be sure to make it up to you! It just takes some time, and hopefully you'll understand.

♡ And when I say you're his everything, I mean; you're his joy, his comfort, his warmth, his flower, his world, his dream, his reason to smile, his strength, his motivation, his star, his light—

♡ If there is something that makes this man embarrassed, it's the way you know or understand what he wants (sometimes mentioning it) and letting him know that you have given him your consent!

♡ He will hesitate at first, but will give in as soon as he knows that you are certain. Like those days where he was staring down at your lips with a troubled expression, and this will never go unnoticed by you.

♡ You held yourself back from laughing, it was truly an adorable and amusing sight!

♡ You would press your forehead against his, your lips parting to mutter the words that you have given him your consent.

♡ Rayne's face would turn bright red, his gaze snapping to you with a look of embarrassment. He cannot believe he got caught again!

♡ You chuckled at the expression on his face, but your laughter died down when Rayne immediately brought his lips to meet yours in a gentle yet firm kiss, the contact sending a warm shiver down your spine.

Extra:

♡ You were playing with Rayne's pet rabbits in your shared room, wearing the comfortable rabbit hoodie that matched with your boyfriend but in your favorite color.

"There! All done!" You chirped and stroked Usao's fluffy fur, staring at all the rabbits decorated with ribbons in awe.

"[Name.]"

At the sound of his voice calling your name, you turned around to face him. Once you did, you're met with himself close to you, the sudden closeness making your eyes widen in surprise and confusion. "Is something the matter?"

(It was hard reading him this time, not even a single clue was visible! Is he doing this on purpose?)

Said boyfriend shook his head before gently taking your hand in his, caressing it tenderly.

He closed his eyes and brought your hand up to his lips for him to place a soft and long kiss.

The kiss lasted for a while and it took you some time to process what just happened. When you did, you found yourself stunned and flustered.

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Abyss Razor

♡ Believe when I say THAT THIS MAN GETS ALL FLUSTERED WITH EVERYTHING YOU DO. (You were just too much for his heart to handle, he might explode in embarrassment.)

♡ Even the simplest, smallest things you do, like getting close to him, holding his hand, or even a gentle poke on the cheek, headpats, or your compliments, cause him to freeze in embarrassment or leave him trembling and a stuttering mess. (Even your smile and voice!)

♡ The last time this happened was when you were combing his hair and you stopped when you caught a whiff of the scent of his hair.

You drew closer to him, hoping to smell that pleasant fragrance again.

"Say, Abyss, what shampoo do you use?"

♡ He responded with silence, you were just too close to him! Close enough that his brain stopped functioning!

♡ Abyss.exe has stopped working.

♡ You are welcome to shower this lover of yours with affection, but please have mercy! He has zero experience when it comes to this! (Your affections for him might be the cause of his death /j)

♡ He is so adorable, please don't ever hurt him. Cherish him with all your heart, for goodness' sake! He deserves all the love and care.<33

Extra:

Your fingers brushed the silky strands of your lover's hair, tucking it behind his ear before clipping it with a ribbon. (I live for the coquettish display<33)

Once you were done, you gasped at the sight of your lover with his hair neatly down and a ribbon clipped in place.

"My goodness! You look beautiful, my love, as always!"

"Even with my cursed evil eye?"

"Nonsense! I find your evil eye unique and beautiful! Even with or without that, you will always be a beauty in my eyes, both on the outside and the inside!"

Just as he was about to respond, you gently placed your finger on his lips and embraced him, burying your face in his stomach.

"Hush! Don't even think of saying those words. Your cursed evil eye has nothing to do with who you are! You have done nothing wrong! If no one else will accept the whole of you aside from Abel, then I WILL. I do not care what that evil eye of yours will do to me, I am willing to embrace everything in you. I will always love you, even with all your flaws. Nothing and no one can change my mind and my heart—"

You stopped yourself from rambling when you felt a sudden drop of liquid fall on top of your head.

"Abyss?"

You sat up to check on him, only for panic to rush through you as your eyes met his face that is soaked with tears.

"Did I say something wrong? Please, don't cry and tell me what's wrong! It pains me to see you in tears!" (You might cry too /j)

Receiving no response from him, you were left with no choice but to embrace him in a hug, hoping that it could provide him solace.

Abyss wrapped his arms around you in return, his tears soaking the fabric on your shoulder. (Which you did not mind at all.)

He could never be more grateful than being accepted despite the flaws he bore, especially his very own evil eye.

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I'll add a few more characters for this headcanon after writing the second angst I'm planning to write! I hope you enjoyed reading my first headcanon! Have a great, wonderful day or night, lovelies!💌

[mellowsadistic]

The Flower Girl - Part 3

“You remember what to do, don’t you, Gracie?” Olivia asked, handing her a basket full of flower petals.

“Uh-hu!” Grace mumbled around her pacifier, nodding eagerly. No! She couldn’t walk down the aisle like this! She was supposed to be getting married! This was supposed to be the best day of her life!

“Good girl,” said Olivia, giving her a gentle push.

Grace toddled awkwardly, her legs pushed apart by the thickness of her soggy diaper. She waddled into the entranceway and stood there with the aisle ahead of her. Heads turned in her direction, smiles slipped from faces, and people started whispering to each other.

She saw Rob standing at the altar, her gorgeous husband-to-be, staring at her with a stunned expression on his face – his beautiful bride was dressed as an overgrown flower girl, her sexy body crammed into a ridiculous little girl’s dress, her elegant hair in pigtails, a dummy in her mouth, the hint of a nappy flashing about her waist.

Grace’s mother hurried over to her. “What’s going on?” she whispered, taking in the sight of Grace’s braless tits crammed into the blouse of the dress, and the flower crown in her hair. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you in your wedding dress?” Then her nose twitched as she smelled her adult daughter’s wet diaper. “Grace…” she said in shock, looking down at her daughter’s crotch, seeing the hint of discoloured padding peeking out below the hem of her poofy dress. “Have you wet yourself?”

“Jessica’s wearing my wedding dwess!” Grace chirped, her words slightly muffled by her pacifier. “It wooks so much better on her dan it does on a stupid, big-titted baby wike me. I’m just da flower giwl!”

Grace was cringing inside, but at least her mother knew that something was wrong. She took her daughter’s hand looking deeply concerned, making as if to usher Grace back out of the door, but at that moment there was movement behind them, and she looked up. Immediately, her horrified expression relaxed into a smile. No. Grace looked around as well and saw Jessica standing there in her wedding dress, smirking at her. No! Not her mother too! How was Jessica doing this?! Someone had to help her!

But nobody did. Her mother turned her back around and patted her on her soggy diapered bum. “Go on, sweetie,” she coaxed. “You know what to do. Being the flower girl is a very important job!”

Grace started toddling down the aisle, the sagging seat of her nappy flashing beneath the short hem of her flower girl dress with every step she took. She willed herself to stop, concentrated as hard as she could on taking back control of her body, but it was useless. She reached into the basket she was carrying and tossed a handful of flowers into the air, giggling delightedly.

Everyone was looking at her very differently now, smiling broadly and making cutesy faces at her.

Then, quite suddenly, she stopped. For a moment, Grace thought that she’d got control of her body back, but then, with a thrill of horror, she realised that there was a growing pressure in her bowels. Oh God, she thought. Not that. Please, anything but that!

Grace’s face went red. She clenched her fists and bent her knees. Then, on what was supposed to be the most special day of her life, in front of all her family and friends, in front of the man she was supposed to marry and the woman who was stealing him from her, Gracie let out a loud grunt and started making a big, stinky mess in her diaper.

There was a chorus of ‘awwws’ and some tittering laughter in the crowd.

Grace was screaming inside her head, but on the outside she just hitched a big smile back onto her face as she stood up straight again when she was done. With her pants now full of poop, she continued stomping up at aisle, tossing out flowers, her loaded nappy now drooping well below the hem of her dress, swinging pendulously between her thighs for all to see.

Grace felt like she was going mad. The shame was too much. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be how she walked down the aisle! It had to be some sort of nightmare! She looked up at Rob, her last hope, but his eyes were fixed over her head. He was staring at Jessica with adoration in his eyes. No!

Once she got close to the altar, Caroline and Annie moved forwards to take her by the hands and guide her off to the side with them, where she stood for the recent of the ceremony, fidgeting with her dress. She wasn’t even watching when Jessica and Rob said their vows and kissed. She was too busy looking down at her diaper, shaking her bottom and watching her loaded Pampers jiggling about between her legs.

Not long afterwards, she was led over to a corner for a nappy change. Her three bridesmaids did it – the people who should have been her bridesmaids. Annie tickled her tummy, Caroline pulled silly faces at her, and Olivia worked away at her messy bottom with a pack of wet wipes. Grace wished she could be swallowed up by the ground and disappear forever, or better yet wake up to find this had all been a horrible dream, but all she could do was giggle and gurgle while her three best friends changed her stinky diaper.

Once she was clean and dry, a fresh pair of Pampers hugging her bottom, she was led over to Jessica.

“There you are, sweetie!” she cooed, her eyes glinting again. “What a good girl you were! I know you had a little whoopsie-daisy poo-poo accident in your nappy in the middle of the aisle, but that’s only to be expected of a big baby like you.”

Grace had never hated anyone more in her whole life.

“And I know you must be a bit upset about not getting to marry Rob,” Jessica continued, “but I have a surprise for you! Rob and I are going to adopt you as our little girl! Isn’t that nice?”

Grace felt like her insides had turned to ice. Adopted? How long was this going to go on for?! But she started jumping up and down on the spot in excitement. “Yay! Yay! Yay! You’re gonna be my Mama and Dada!”

“That’s right, little one!” she cooed. “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“Maybe you’ll even be able to get married yourself one day,” one of the women surrounding them said to Grace.

Jessica laughed. “Oh no, I don’t think marriage is going to be in Gracie’s future. She’s far too immature for that. I’m going to keep her away from boys.”

“But Mama!” Grace whined. “I wanna get married!”

Quite suddenly, in full view of everyone, Jessica lifted up the back of Grace’s dress and delivered several sharp swats to her behind, aiming for what little of her bottom wasn’t covered by her thick disposable diaper.

“Owwwwie!” Grace cried, tears filling her eyes. Her bottom was stinging painfully. She seethed on the inside. If she still had control of her body, she swore she’d rip and claw at Jessica until she was nothing but ribbons.

“Bad baby!” Jessica scolded, and Grace felt her lower lip beginning to tremble. “No boys for you, little girl. You’ve proved you’re too immature for dating, let alone marriage.”

Tears ran down Grace’s cheeks. “Sowwy, Mama!” she sobbed.

“Suck your thumb, baby,” Jessica ordered, and Grace’s thumb immediately flew to her lips. She shoved the digit into her mouth and started sucking on it wetly. A line of drool spilled from her mouth and down her chin.

“Good girl,” said Jessica.

“I see you’ve got her in hand,” Grace’s mother chuckled. She’d just walked over to join them. “I never spanked little Gracie myself, but maybe that was a mistake.”

“Oh yes, I think so,” said Jessica. “A naughty little girl like her needs plenty of strict discipline. She’ll be under my thumb for a very, very long time.”

Everyone nodded their heads approvingly, and Grace’s mother said, “I’m so glad you helped us all understand that my daughter is really just an overgrown toddler. Just imagine the thought of this little stinker getting married to Rob!”

Everyone laughed.

“Are you planning to let her grow up again?” one of Grace’s cousins asked.

“Oh no, she’s perfect just the way she is,” said Jessica, and even though she was smiling pleasantly, there was a malicious glint in her eyes as she looked at Grace. “It’s a lifetime of early bedtimes, smacked bottoms, and smelly nappies for my little Gracie.”

Grace sucked her thumb noisily. A lifetime?! Was Jessica planning to keep her like this forever?! She felt herself start peeing again. The thirsty padding between her thighs soaked up her wee-wee, and her diaper began to droop.

“Rob and I had better be going,” Jessica said. “We have a lovely honeymoon to look forward to.” She turned to look down at Grace. “But don’t worry, little girl.” She grinned horribly. “Mama will be back to play with you again very soon.”

[fayfaygoes]

"Omg I can't wait for Caleb , can't wait for Childhood friend to lover troupe"

I can't stress this enough.

Guys

GUYS

Caleb is not Just a "childhood friend" troupe HE IS GEGE .

It might sounds off putting but many part of Asia we refer to acquaintance or neighbors child slight older than us "Brother"/"Sister" ,call their parents uncle and Auntie's . And it will stay that way maybe later in Life.

But that doesn't mean they are off the partner list when you grow older .

Alot of my girls I know dating guys they used to call "Vaiya" / "Dada" which means Brother ,they still slip that off sometimes.

We all know the Korean word Oppa , it's used AGEYO too . It's so much used in koreaboo section that some people finds the word outright intolerable and Cringe .

But Oppa literally means Older brother and used to refer guys/classmates Older . Yeah you can call your Boyfriend Oppa it's not abnormal regardless of how you feel about it .

Another point-

You know how You set your nickname in game like honey girlfriend etc.

Well there's one nickname you can set in English.

It's "Darling"

But yk what I noticed all the time when I write that name down and have JP voiceover on.

They don't go "Da~rin~" like how you your expect darling to sound in JP accent.

Yk what they say

"NEe - SAN"

and you know what that translates too?

OLDER SISTER .

So yeah you are making them Call you NEE SAN .

But obviously English can't localize it literally so they are writing "Darling" ( I don't have knowledge about the CN part please lmk if yk)

So yeah it may sound Icky to you but there's chances are I would end up with a guy in my work area that I perhaps called Big brother in my language in past ,and there isn't something weird about it. And it shouldn't be made into weird stuff either . It comes quite naturally ,it's not Sweet home albama it's cultural difference.

I am referred to as an older sister by many young men out of respect but it stops there . My real siblings are the ones by blood .

And for Caleb you guys have to accept that and if you do ,Stop hating on him purely for this fact .

En localization team likely knew this is hard to accept and out of comfort zone

that's why they changed to "he is childhood friend" but in voiceover she calls him Gege

GEGE

Voiceover doesn't change that ,and they don't have to because it's understandable when u are used to that happening .

Despite all those connections and links. The Dr. Zayne meeting the MC in childhood and that plays a role .

He FALLS in childhood friend to lover troupe in the literal sense .Not Caleb ,he has a different connection to her in dynamic,that involves treating each other in sibling ways .

Not everyone you call "older brother" / "older sister" you end up pinning for ,that's not what happens. But if you do as two consenting adults there's Nothing wrong WITH it .

So If it was a normal character MC was acquainted with ,then how you view her calling him Gege is Up to your interpretation,it can be anything.

But since it's an OTOME and he is most definitely gonna come back .

So yeah this time You are romancing that GEGE FOR SURREEEE

You guys aren't staying behind that title where you both will continue maintaining safe distance and took them out of the chart as if they are off limit. You are FCKING.

You can accept that , it's one of those cultural compromises

You can enjoy the En localized part if you want but actual intended interpretation should NOT make you retaliate and be defensive stating how Caleb is not that he is childhood friend troupe yada yada yada.

I saw some say Caleb is the actual Childhood friend to lovers troupe because zayne doesn't do the troupe correctly 😶

Each of the lads LIs have Uniqueness in more than one area to the point they don't stand in the same category . Zayne & Caleb is not the same category LIs either and it's not purely for sole fact "oh Caleb is different than zayne, different personalities etc" there is more difference ,troupe has DIFFERENT TITLES.

She has known him as Gege for so long y'all aren't ready for the angst of possible romance coming in between ,the self guilt ,the self restriction ... EVERYTHING.