#HIS ONE SHOE NOOOO SAVE IT

[sakasakiii]

this is such an unexpected crossover?!!!! apologies for not being able to reblog straightaway, but i HAD to draw something back in response 😭 maglorathglor looks like such a distinguished gentleman compared to my kano HAHA

theyre bonding in their own way.... somewhat

the meeting of maglorath!maglor and @sakasakiii's modern maglor

[devotion-disorder]

be careful what you wish for...the village Killian's from is having a bit of a population crisis right now, and having a nice little human come by could be just what they need...

Oh noooo....I'm just a naive human lost in this big forest with no one waiting for me...would be a shame if some beautiful elves whisked me away and brainwashed me into thinking I'm their pet/breeding machine and only need their "love and devotion". That would be terrible /silly

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wdym the beautiful elf men do not, in fact, have my best interests in mind and were planning something nefarious from the start </3 I was just gonna write down some quick thoughts but it kinda got out of hand LOL

Content warning for: implied drugging (hypnotics, aphrodisiacs), dubcon/ noncon touching (nothing explicit though), manipulation, slight obsessive/ yandere themes, general elven condescension?

Imagine that you’ve accidentally wandered too deep into the forest and lost your way, your shoes hardly holding up in the rough terrain, and the last remaining rays of the setting sun are snuffed out by the overgrown foliage…

To make things worse, you walk right into some sort of trap - a stumbling step is all it takes to activate the runic trip switch, and a suffocating cloud of purple gas is the last thing you remember before things fade to dark…

How clumsy of you! Good thing Priest Killian happened to be on his evening walks when he spotted your pitiful form twitching and writhing in the hunting trap he’d set up; carefully he scooped you up and went his way back to the village. Only the most observant would be able to discern that the Priests’ unmoving smile seemed a bit wider than usual.

It was a trap the elves set up for hunting animals, he’d explained. The poison was almost enough to be fatal, had he not been there in time to save you. It’ll also take a bit for all the toxins to be out of your system. No worries though, because Killian offers to take care of you in his quarters until you’re up on your feet again. 

You don’t even remember if you’d managed to give a response, what with lead-heavy limbs and relentless migraine pulsing in your head. Luckily, Killian treated you with utmost care. 3 meals a day (along with the antidote treatment) brought to your bed (well, his bed), and spoon-fed to you because you were too weak to even sit up. He massaged your stiff muscles and brushed your hair. He ran warm baths and washed you – and even then he never opened his eyes – so at least there was some comfort in that.

Under Killian’s care you gradually regain your strength, save for the occasional dizzy spell and fatigue. But he saved your life after all! Feeling indebted to him, you offer to stay longer in the village to help around. While Killian’s expression is ever-unreadable, you can’t help but sense a bit of…amusement from him upon your suggestion. Regardless, he agrees – so long as you agree not to wander too far outside the village, because it’s very dangerous out there, he said.

And of course, he maintained a watchful eye over you, shadowing your tottering form as you went around introducing yourself to the other villagers. How cute.

You worked whatever odd jobs the elves had for you. which isn’t much at all. Mostly just menial tasks, or perhaps relaying messages. Things that they could’ve easily done themselves with their magic, but it’s fun watching an over-enthusiastic little human do it instead, so eager to please. You would say they are…endeared, perhaps. Or maybe they’re just looking out for you, what with your unfinished recovery. Anyhow, the elves are charmed by the newfound presence in the village.

Killian gifts you a new set of clothes, made by the local tailor (you don’t remember visiting a tailor for measurements at any point though, strange). To help you feel more at home, he said. It's pretty, a delicate garment that flutters cool against your skin in the warm summer heat, with an unmistakably elven style of elegance. It is a little short but, well, elves are known for being tall so maybe they're not used to human proportions? The white silk is a bit sheer in places, and you tried to ignore how it clung to the contours of your body when you sweat…

You hadn’t expected elves to be so openly affectionate. Being a long-living race known for their high culture and intelligence, it made for the perception that they were maybe a bit prudish, engrossed in their endless pursuit of finer things to care about lowly desires. But you suppose the elves are as curious of you as you are of them. You got to know some of them quite well, and soon it was routine for them to envelop you in their embrace. They pet your hair and nuzzle into your neck (Killian said something about how common skinship is in elven culture), at times slipping their digits beneath your clothes…sometimes you don't really remember, because the medicine still made you a bit sluggish. But it's ok! Their affectionate nature is a surprise but one you welcome. You think. 

During all of which, your treatment continued. Just a little longer, Killian promised. The side-effects seem to show no sign of waning, if not worsening at times. Sometimes you struggle to recall what has happened and what has not. The elves didn’t seem to mind, gladly cradling your tired body when you are overcome with sudden bounds of weakness. You poor little thing, they cooed, one hand combing through your hair to distract you from their other that wandered along your body.

Some days the medicine leaves you feeling more flushed than usual, and a strange feeling you can’t quite place invades your senses; a deep, frustrating kind of yearning that throbbed in your core. You assume it's the side-effects of advanced elf sorcery/ enchantment in your antidote treatment. It’s a tad embarrassing, but you can’t really do anything about it when the elves (if not the Priest himself) check in on you so frequently. 

Your only reprieve comes when Killian slots himself snug against your smaller form at bedtime. Were you always this close? You’re not sure if you recall, trying desperately to suppress the suggestive thoughts flooding your brain. His cool hands trail over your body, and it feels way too good against your overheating skin, so good that you can’t even think about resisting as his lips come crashing on top of yours, when he slips his arm underneath your waist to push you closer, closer against him.

Stumbling out of Killian’s quarters in the dead of night, confused, and your vision blurred by hot tears, all you can think about is getting away from him, from this godforsaken place. The other elves stepped out of their houses from the commotion. It was as if something in the air shifted. Their friendly, curious pretenses have dropped completely, leaving a ravenous hunger and unyielding need in their place. The way they leer at your body, the disheveled elven outfit failing to provide much cover, makes your hair stand on their ends. The elves close in on you, their concerned voices laced with something unmistakably sinister. You’re trapped.

A gentle hand on your shoulder snaps you out of your stupor.

“Now, now, I’m sure we’re all very excited about our little one here, but everyone will have their turn sooner or later.” Killian explains. He leans close to your ear, whispering in a volume only audible to you. “Look at you getting everyone so riled up already. Aren’t you such a needy little pet?” You’re paralyzed in fear, but his husky voice in your ears is still setting your nerves alight. 

“I’ll give you two choices. Either you let me 'take care of you' back at home,” his arms snaked around your body again, lithe fingers fanning across your thighs. “Or we’ll give everyone a show, and maybe let them get...a preemptive taste, as well. What’ll it be?”

[threepandas]

Your Biggest Fan: Villian/Yandere Izuku

You Ruined His Plan.

No one was supposed to CARE. They NEVER care. NEVER ask questions. They look, at the red shoes, the note, then shrug it all off. Just another statistic. One more gone, of an already "dying breed".

The Quirkless had been a "dying breed" for a while now.

He bet they didn't even know where that phase came from. It was WAR propaganda. Quirkless population numbers were supposed to level out a decade ago, according to estimates. But noooo! They kept DROPPING!

Dropping, Dropping, DROPPING!

Like notebooks and little boys off roof tops.

No Heroes coming to save them. Smiles for everyone ELSE. Just burns and bad grades they didn't earn, ruined lunches and funeral flowers on desks. Kicking and kicking and PUNCHS until they break! Until they fight back. Until THEY are the problem. THEY are the monsters!

Dreams destroyed and online friends who go silent.

Funerals. Mothers who cry but don't protect you.

ANGER and where are the HEROES?

Here... apparently.

She is... she is standing HERE. Arms crossed. Mouth in a furious line as she listens to the principal spew his excuses. She does not look like she believes a single one. Does not look sympathetic or dismissive in the least.

The disgusting trash around her isn't used to it. Are slowly beginning to sweat. Panic. It is beginning to dawn on them... that there could be CONSEQUENCES for their actions. Their criminal neglect and cruel allowances.

She looks disgusted. Furious. And... when she glances at the supposed last words of Hanako-chan? Utterly heartbroken. She stands, feet planted, shoulders back, as she argues and pulls rank. Threatening to ARREST even the police officers THEMSELVES unless they DO THEIR JOBS.

As is her RIGHT. Because this is not JUSTICE. Nor Vengance. But can bring, at least, closure to the soul of a little girl wronged. Prevent others from harm. And she stands as a shield against that harm. It is her JOB, her DUTY, and so help her, if she must hunt each and every one of them down and HAND DELIVER them to a cell? She WILL.

She stands there, in the cold afternoon light, like...

Like A Hero!

He has to slap both his hands over his mouth. To stop his dreadful muttering habit from escaping again. He... he hasn't found anything INTERESTING enough to mutter about in so LONG. Gotten out of the habit of controlling it. His control is shot. And... and OH~!

Ever since Kacc-... Since All Mi... THEM. He hasn't... hasn't BELIEVED in Heros like he used too. He WANTED too! He did! But...? It was like it just... died inside him. Slowly. Painfully. Screaming.

It HURT.

It hurt so, so much. Everything was angry and grey and TERRIBLE. B...But? But! BUT NOW? It's like a giddy spark of light has struck a match inside the empty cavern inside him, lighting up the massive caves where his belief once lived. I..It's so small and fragile. So WARM.

He scrambles back. Hands pressed to his mouth, eyes shut tight, uncaring of the rough brick he's pressed too as he slides to the wet ground. It scrapes him up. But what's a few more scrapes amongst the rest? He's always hurt. It's his life. It's ALL their lives.

He breathes. Savors the fragile warmth in his chest.

"Hey, are you okay?" That voice. No, no it can't be... his eyes shoot open. Startled he looks up. Directly... into... a.. mask.. "You're looking pretty banged up. My Quirk doesn't have many medical uses, so unless you think you've cracked a bone or something, I hope you're good with band-aids. Fair warning though. All the Froppy one's are already gone. Kid's LOVE frogs."

It IS. His Hero. THE Hero. She must have finished up. Noticed him somehow. Sloppy...

Ah!

Already kneeling, she gently takes his hand. Is already pulling out a medical kit from her thigh pouch. He spots "good job!" Stickers and a few lollipops. He... he has QUESTIONS. For the first time in YEARS. Who is she? What school did she go too? What Quirk does she have? Where does she work out off?

Why did she CARE?

Is it a one off? Would she care AGAIN? Her hands are firm but gentle. She keeps him "distracted". Asking him inane questions to take his mind off his pain. Kind. So KIND~! He manages to get her Hero name before she goes. Sends her off with a smile that hurts his face. Reminds him how many years it's BEEN since he's truely grinned.

He races home. Fingers flying on his phone. His lieutenant can deal with Hanako. Get her settled with her new family. He... he NEEDS too... TOO-!

He SLAMS his shoebox of an apartment open, ignoring the bellowed demands and insults of the filth that live around him. It's only muscle memory that has him locking the dozen locks behind him, to keep out the scum that would attempt to prey upon him.

He... he NEEDS-!

Where?!

There!!!

His "work" laptop. So bleeding edge I-island will be cursing their own bigotry for centuries. If only out of GREED. They don't know what they've lost by turning down those engineers and applicants. But Izuku does. He collects them ALL.

And now it pays off once again.

It take less then a moment. Easier then breathing. And he has EVERYTHING.

Her arrests records. Her case load. Her school records and medical files. Social media. Current audio book. Hero ranking, media presence, the chatter about Her online. EVERYTHING.

It's... it's beautiful.

A "troublemaker" who wouldn't shut up about the injustice she saw around her. Wouldn't stand for it. Got into fights to protect the weak and defenseless. Helped where she could. It put her on the wrong side of the narrative. When she wouldn't shut up about how everything WASN'T fine and what those in power were doing was WRONG.

She was a child, they were not. She HAD the option to shut up and pick her own future over the well being of those around her.

She chose to be a HERO instead.

Like... Like HIM. She was robbed of her DREAM. Of going to UA. The future she wanted, she fought for, needed like AIR.

But... but Aaah~♡ she was so COOL! Didn't give up! She sued. Made a RACKET. And when it got her record wiped but not her chance to enter any Japanese Hero school reinstated? She took the winnings from her lawsuit, her parents reluctant consent, and WENT ABROAD.

Came BACK with a hero license that the Japanese government had to recognize as per international accords. Let her take the final test HERE.

They BURIED her in the rankings. Must HATE her. A real hero, come to SHAME THEM for all they've become~♡ Or, well, HE thinks she will. How can she NOT? When she is so much BETTER?

He needs everything. Bedspread, pillows, posters, sweaters, slippers, MERCH! There's not enough. He should commission some. Where are his notebooks? Ah, no. He needs a NEW one! A better notebook! Oh! Oh! He could COMMISSION a notebook! Oh that's PERFECT!

He may have just met her today?

But he can already TELL~ He's gonna be her NUMBER 1 fan!

[locketsvault]

「 AYATO WITH INVESTIGATOR S/O 」

pairing: ayato kirishima x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, first person, no pronouns/afab gender used, fluff

warnings: canon angst, discrimination mentioned, fluff, sfw “nudity”, back massage with no shirt on, kissing, strictly sfw I promise

request: Hii, can i request some fluff with Ayato (tokyo ghoul) with (an investigator) gn reader? (original request found here.)

word count: 835

a/n: this was honestly quite a hard topic to write about, trying to balance a character who’s angsty, usually mows down investigators happily, with an investigator partner and make it fluffy. I hope it’s to your liking, I did my best to make it fluffy!

You two are a match made in… I can’t say Heaven, that’s a stretch. But you’re definitely a match. How it came to be? That’s a little secret. Some rumors say that you rescued him from being executed, while others say he saved you from being eaten by another ghoul. No matter how though, it was hard to deny you two were a wonderful match.

It was like looking at the black cat and golden retriever trope. It didn’t matter if you were a black cat too, being an investigator made you seem much more lively than a certain emo.

Sadly you two had to keep your relationship a secret from everyone around you, of course with the treat of death on both sides. But after the events of :re you were able to see each other without that threat lingering over your head. And it only made you two closer. You were finally able to move in together, just the two of you in your small apartment near his sisters coffee shop. It was home.

“You’re late.” Ayato stated the second you walked through a door, a false look of annoyance gracing his features.

“Paperwork,” you whined as you took off your coat and shoes. “He’s the worse boss ever, I swear. He makes me write the dumbest reports up, and he always tells me to do it right before I come home.”

“Then quit.” His tone was dead serious, you knew it, and you shot him a light hearted glare for it.

You knew you couldn’t though, you worked so hard to get where you were. He knew how important your job was to you. And he appreciated an open minded investigator among all the well… close minded humans. But he still sometimes wished you quit, for your safety. He also feared having to fight you or accidentally killing you without realizing it was you. That wasn’t fair though, he knew your scent by heart.

You dragged your body to the couch and collapsed onto him with a soft groan. His fake annoyance disappeared, instead replaced with a look of amusement. He can feel your body tense against his, and one touch down your back answered to him exactly why.

“… you were dualing again weren’t you.”

“Yes, but, I didn’t expect to today so I didn’t properly stretch.” You answered as you gave him a guilty smile.

This time he actually gave you a look of annoyance. “Sit up.” He commanded, quiet but affirmative.

“Noooo, I just laid down.” You whined, burying your face into his neck.

All you needed right now was him, to be in his arms, and all the pain would go away. However, that did not work. He huffed and made you both sit up before turning you so your back was facing him. A few sputter and whines later, your shirt was removed and thrown haphazardly on the ground.

“I can practically feel how tense your body is as if it’s my own. No fighting me on this.” The words “let me take care of you” left unspoken but was clearly there.

And how could you say no? So with a faux pout you stayed still as he grabbed some muscle relaxer and started to work it into your soft skin. You couldn’t help but release a hard sigh at the feeling. Your job could be so physical demanding and it wasn’t always easy to take care of your body. Your eyes closed as you took in his touch and warmth. You always cherished soft moments like this with him. He had changed so much since you first met, he had changed for you. You needed this, and you needed some unwinding with him.

“Thank you…” you whispered, breaking the soft silence between you.

You could feel his touch hesitate a bit, still not used to hearing such words in a genuine way. You could hear the almost silent huff and could practically feel the smile he was trying to keep in.

“All done, feel better?” He asked, wiping off his hands before getting up.

You rolled your shoulders and moved around a little. You couldn’t deny, you were feeling much better now. He came back and handed you one of his own shirts, much to your pleasure. You happily put it on and wiggled out of your work pants.

“Thank you my love.” You reached out, pulling him down for a soft kiss.

“You already said that,” he mumbled against your lips before picking you up, “come on, time for bed.”

“Man, my night was just getting started.” You grumbled, rolling your head back.

He rolled his eyes and laid you down, turning off the lights before laying down with you. He pulled you close and caressed your cheek, before kissing you again. It was gentle, more gentle than you were used to from him. He must been feeling extra domestic. You weren’t going to point it out though, it was cute and you loved it.

main hub ✦ masterlist ✦ to do list

[bbluesrreality]

Increasingly comical gender war porno where tboys try to forcemasc gangbang me and trans girls try to forcefem gangbang me.

Pink and blue hallway. Whistle blows and 12-20 trans people run in to tug-of-war my body back to their respective rooms. When we pass a certain threshold the other team must relent for a full minute.

Pulled into the girls’ tufted, rose gold bedroom first, I’m pushed into a makeover at the foot of the bed. Holding my head still to brush my hair, filing my nails, and getting my boring, neutral socks and shoes off.

When the boys bust in having taken the ref’s whistle, hollering and swirling their shirts above their heads, the girls are too offended and honestly too polite to properly stop them from whisking me off. The fire two passes are choreographed for pacing, then the game really opens up. After the first two minutes, I’ve toggled PVP mode on. My co-stars have been made aware who among them is a stone top and who is else is a CNC switch down for wrestling play on the side of the main action. Any good team fight will involve into side some 1v1s, 2v1s, you know? Ad-lib away. The camera remains here with the girls as they strategize.

The boys room is a locker room, of course. They waste no time getting into dirty hazing rituals, men only want one thing after all. I’m on my knees in a corner, metal lockers cold on my back, they stuffed briefs out of my mouth and press tdicks hot on my tongue, impatient, competitive hands in my hair, begging for a wet moment. They pulled my hands away to touch themselves with, but one took enough pity on me to grind his work boot into my dick.

The ladies enter the room like it’s a SWAT raid, with their makeup brushes and palettes up like they’re guns, and the boys react as such. “Get on the ground! I’ve got a pop of color!” Is terrifying to the fragility of masculinity! They put their hands up. The ones who get on the ground get made fun of, Nelson style. There’s a beat for the girls to hit the men who make fun of other men for listening to women. The police moment is played entirely for camp, not horror.

One woman takes a guy by the neck and backs him into a wall. None of his buddies quite have the courage to help, all being threatened with Models’s Own Gold Sand highlighter at his cheek, or Ink Velvet 06 lip stain held at his mouth.

A particularly tattooed girl advances on a guy in the middle of the room, backing him up to the lockers. Everyone quietly watches. “Your skin… is going to be so supple…” he wails “Noooo!” As a friend pumps moisturizer in her hand to apply with two fingers, outwards from the bridge of his nose. The men cry out and rush to save him from this horrible fate and I’m carried off in the confusion. It seems like I haven’t been making any of my own choices, but I haven’t protested to a single thing that’s happened to me.

It’s clothes this time- torn fishnets slip up my legs, they’re groping my legs and barely, gently, patiently grazing my pussy as the goth girls move onto eyeliner. Coos like “Oh, you’re so soft here!” And “I can’t wait to find out what your shaving pattern is” in my ear, giggling and talking about me between themselves right in front of me, the way only narcissists at a sleepover with a perfect subject do.

They only get one wing on before the boys enter, a clear leader this time, more organized and efficient in their capture, but at the end, a straggler’s been left…. A tboy hostage. Perfect. This specific guy has been preselected, he is comfortable with drag.

I’m laid back on the bench this time, tights getting more and more torn, it looks like I’m thrashing, but their ripping them is just pulling my legs every which way. There’s cock in my holes and my hands and they’re slapping my abs and pinching my nipples and laughing at every sound of pleasure or pain. There’s no right answer, no real way to get praise here.

“This is what we’ll do to you”

The camera whips over and the women have entered silently offscreen. They’re leaning against lockers having stripped a man and put him in a tiara, a clear plastic pleated ultramini skirt and Pleasers that make him look like a deer. Their holding him up just off his balance point. One woman lights a cigarette.

They forgot about their boy! Women knew the boys would be too distracted with sex for solidarity. He writhes against the headlock to no avail, getting his nipples pinched.

A particularly bearded guy steps up. Ideally one that the girl given this line has a huge crush on IRL.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that… when I do THIS?”

He tackles her with a kiss as she giggles and everyone forms a ring to watch them wrestle. When he starts winning, her girlfriends come in to back him up. “Hey that’s not fair, he’s juiced!” The brawl multiplies until almost everyone’s involved and some people take out pouches of pink and blue powder to throw at/spread on each other and it turns into a full on silly, sexy gender war wrestling match. Maybe there are more back and forth between the rooms passes with be before we shift into this mode of the film but I want to allow room to insert other people’s ideas there so I don’t want to over script. Act 2 is A fast-paced, messy, jackrabbit fucking, screaming and fighting and laughing and yelling and hitting and playfighthatefuck orgy playing out. I’d like to talk to the cast and crew about what shots they think men like to see in porn most, and put them here. Tittyfucking. Close up hole slamming. The angles in this scene are reminiscent of those you see in studio pornography, as explicit and exposing and NSFW as possible, wholeheartedly embracing of the feelings of being degraded and exploited and used as an object/total control. The findom who has a higher price for physical contact than what I could ever budget for this film watches her cigarette smoke in the corner. Her eyebrows come together for a moment. The fire alarm goes off and she protects her hair.

The water washes all the pink and blue powder bombs from the “fight” scene off of us as the new sensation of the rain pushes a few people into orgasm, and then we gather and shift to a more communal rather than combattive second climax, after cleaning each other in the communal shower then moisturizing and massaging we end up sucking and fucking and scissoring and caressing each other in the girls room. I’m now just one of the many beautiful bodies in the sea of girls kissing girls, boys kissing boys, boys fingering girls’ holes, girls pulling boys’ hair, a free love, pleasure forward scene with many orgasms, lots of words of praise and love and intimate, warm artsy shots of naked trans bodies feeling wonderful with each other. We cum many times, service enjoying orgy participants help us clean one more time, we turn down the lights and fall asleep together.

If I want to end it on a gag, the findom in black leather is still clothed and smoking in the corner. Her cigarette sets off this fire alarm too. Everyone groans and she says “Sorry!” , sounding only half like she means it.

Fin. :)

The action and dialogue will be more scripted towards the beginning of the film and opening up as it goes, meaning the production process will take less setup per minute of footage filmed as it progresses, hopefully this will keep set interesting, give us a good amount of time to all get comfortable bantering and with each others’ and the crew around, and make each shot feel like less of a tech slog than the last one. I hope for an efficient, respectful and lively set that is the opposite of a slog and leaves everybody excited to potentially work with each other again in the future.

I feel like maybe I should split the tops by femmes/mascs so that people don’t feel like they need to abide by gender roles they don’t want to. I’m asking people to pick team lipstick and team jersey for a fun role play bit and an excuse to do what a lot of cis people see as dirty gender things, not actually trying to enforce the idea that expression needs to line up with identity. Every aspect of this script is challenge by choice and I would invite all of my collaborators to tell me about changes they would prefer I make, either for physical comfort reasons, because they had a hot idea, or to address a subtextual meaning they derive from my script that they want to make align with their worldview, or body of work, or way of being a fulfilled performer.

While you were studying the blade I was writing barely coherent transgender gender war gangbang concepts on tumblr. Also I want to figure out however they made the colors look like that in But I’m A Cheerleader and do THAT. If there was a moodboard for this idea it would contain multiple shots from that film, from gay think Men.com, or FratX without the dogwhistles, and from Marie Antoinette (2006)??? And all of the beautiful women on twitter who inspire me very much.

[reallyromealone]

Rome may we get a pt 2 to this fic? https://www.tumblr.com/reallyromealone/685571568346202112/just-me-sliding-here-to-ask-if-i-can-request-a?source=share

Bonten trio (ran, Rindō, Sanzu) x dilf!reader

Male reader - fluff -poly relationship - reader is a dad

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷After meeting his son, the trio was far far more present in (name)s life and subsequently his sons as (name) went to pick up his kid from day-care when he could which was usually three times a week followed by going to the park and getting food the toddler wanted.

"Noooo!" (Sons name) screamed out as he threw a tantrum from hell, (name) just staring down his son before looking at the Haitanis and Sanzu "I'm sorry about this" (name) said before crouching "I understand you want to put your feet in a puddle but if you wanna do that, shoes stay on" (name) said simply "now keep your shoes on and stomp in the puddles or we go home and you don't get to stomp in any puddles and you go to bed" he said simply and the toddler pouted before nodding and getting up "now what do we say?"

"Sowwy..." The toddler said to the adults "do you guys forgive him?" (Name) asked the trio and they realized this is a good way to earn the kids trust "we forgive him" Ran said with a smile and the toddler let his dad clean his face up before letting the toddler go and jump in some puddles as they went to (sons name)s choice of restaurant which was usually one with a play pen of sorts.

"Your son's adorable!" A young woman said to (name) as she took his order, flirting with him but the Dad paid no mind to her advances as he let his son order what he wanted like a big boy and then she noticed there were four extremely attractive men before her.

The three executives glared at her from behind (name) and Ran took (sons name) in his arms when the toddler reached out to him, (name) was happy the toddler trusted the three men... He didn't exactly have anyone he could trust him with for long periods of time.

Maybe his cousin.

The three did flirt to hell though with (name) while (sons name) enjoyed his his food and stole his dad's food because despite ordering similar things the tot wanted to know what it tasted like.

"His birthday is in two weeks if you guys wanna tolerate fifteen toddlers for an afternoon"

That sounded like a nightmare but they wanted to show they could handle things involving the kid, showing they were committed--- (name) had an inkling of their intentions and he knew he would have to have a conversation with them about what a relationship with him would entail.

He wanted his kid to have a good life.

And a secure life.

"Well being gifts" Rindō said simply and (sons name) beamed at the fact they were coming to his birthday.

They wanted to fucking die.

Here they sat with a bunch of parents chatting as a bunch of toddlers ran around giggling and playing.

Apparently the moms claimed (name) as one of their own and the dad's realized he wasn't trying to steal their wife, he just wanted to raise his kid.

"Thank you Zuzu!" (Sons name) said as he opened gifts and held the newest toy on the market, the Haitanis getting him cool toys as well.

By the end of the day, the three men were exhausted as (name) tucked his son into bed, the boy cake filled and happy.

"You guys don't gotta stick around" (name) said starting clean up as he gave the house cleaner the day off... He wasn't going to make them clean this shit.

"We'll help out, we contributed to the mess"

With anyone else they would have dipped already but not with (name).

He deserved better.

"I know you guys are flirting... I have ground rules if you guys want to be in my life and my son's more than whatever this is"

Everyone stopped as (name) spoke "no drugs or drinking around him, he doesn't need to see that shit" he said firmly "he's my first priority always, I WILL choose him no matter what"

"And I don't mess around, I'm here for commitment and if anything happens... You save him"

The three took in his words and nodded, if this meant they got to date him... So be it.

"Good, now so you guys wanna take cake home? There's so much fucking cake..."

[0-p01ssum]

My favorite part from chapter 10 tbh

“-So, you still believe I'm a hallucination?”

“-Only at times.”

Beetlejuice let out a small laugh, but her words had taken him aback a bit. He remained silent for a moment, pondering over it all, before finally deciding on something.

“-I have an idea.” -He stood up and invited Lydia to turn around to face him. He brought both hands to her, indicating for her to hold them. She looked at them for a moment and then took them. They were as cold as the first time, but she didn't say anything about it. “-Now, close your eyes and put your feet on mine.”

“-What are you planning to do?” -Lydia raised an eyebrow.

“-Nothing you're thinking about... Probably.”

She looked at him confused and hesitated, but after a small sigh, she closed her eyes and climbed onto the ghost's shoes.

“-No peeking.”

“-Noooo…” -Lydia was starting to get impatient.

“-Alright, keep ‘em closed until I tell you to.” -He let a few seconds pass, making sure she didn’t peek. Then, without taking his eyes off her, he began to levitate until he reached about five meters above the floor of the rooftop. “-Open them, but don’t be scared. Just don’t let go of me.”

At those words, Lydia became even more confused. She had no idea what she would find when she opened her eyes, but she just took a deep breath and slowly opened them, seeing him, and immediately, her surroundings. Logically, she shuddered completely. “-Ugh, fuck…” -She took a deep breath and smiled, more than nervous.

“-Easy, I won’t let you fall.” -He also smiled, but sure of his words.

“-This isn't your revenge for sending you to the Neither-World, is it?”

“-What would be the point of having saved your life only to let you fall now?”

Despite the initial terror, it wasn't long before she managed to relax a little and just let herself go.

“-Remember when I made the chairs levitate?”

Lydia nodded.

“-Put your feet down.” -He winked.

She swallowed, looked down, and carefully removed first one foot from the Poltergeist’s shoe, then the other. Her eyes widened as she felt herself floating. She dared to let go of one hand and use it to balance herself. She looked around at everything around her, how small it all seemed. “-This is incredible.”

He just smiled, watching her reactions.

“-I want to go higher.”

“-Are you sure?”

She nodded. BJ began to slowly ascend, until they reached about 10 meters above the roof. Lydia, far from being terrified, smiled with fascination.

He didn't expect her to take it so well. That gave him confidence to go a little further. With one hand, he took her by the waist and began to slowly dance with her in circles on the same spot.

She also held him. At times she looked down and at her surroundings, then looked back at him.

BJ took one of her hands and lifted it above her, making her spin around. When Lydia completed the spin, she bent back slightly and he held her, leaning forward. Lyds fixed her eyes on him, somewhat shaken. He looked at her, his eyelids relaxed, and smiling between grimaces, then helped her to straighten up again.

“-Shall we go back?” -The ghost asked. Lydia, once again, only limited herself to nodding. Slowly, they began to descend, without breaking the position they had been in: he, with one hand on her waist; she, with one on the Poltergeist's back. The remaining hand, holding the other's; and a mutual look.”

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They give me so much Marianne and Bog King vibes in here ;_;

(Singing begins at minute 1:00)

[heavenlyraindrops]

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 | 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 {𝙸𝚅}

☆ Warnings: Textfic, profanity, this has lost all seriousness, I don’t even know what’s going on

☆ 1.3k words | AO3, Tumblr

Taika: r u getting read

Taika: ready

Taika: send pic 

You: [one photo attached]

Taika: OO LALA

Taika: anddd it’s all over the screen

Taika: man I didn’t even get a second to edge to that I just bust everywhere…

You sighed, switching your phone off and setting it on the side of the dressing table. It continued to buzz relentlessly as Taika assaulted your chat with what you could only imagine were graphic obscenities; she never could settle for a simple “you look good.”

Applying a quick layer of lip gloss and adjusting the strap of your dress, you took a step back to look at yourself.

Is this too much?

You picked up your phone.

[13 new messages]

All from Taika, of course. You ignored them and began typing.

You: is it too much?

You: [one photo attached]

Taika: ermmmmm no?

Taika: you look secy 

You: yep, secy…

You: it’s just, it’s not a date or something so I don’t think I should put in this much effort

Taika: die

Taika: die

Taika: die

You: what

Taika: die

Taika: go fuck yoruself 

You: WHAT

Taika: act like it’s a date 

Taika: this is your only chance

You: you’re really fucking weird

Taika: r u gonna let him hit

Taika: remember to tap it before you wrap it

You: I’m blocking you

Taika: NOOOO MOMMY NO NOO 

You: jesus save me

A notification appeared on your screen.

Kenji: Hey I’m outside 

You: ok coming 

Tossing your phone inside your handbag, you quickly rushed down the corridor and put on your shoes. You opened the door and went down to the gate. The night air bit at your skin as you tugged on your coat.

“A motorcycle? Really?” You didn’t know what else to say.

He raised a dark eyebrow, jerking his head at the spot on the seat behind him. You clambered on. “What’s wrong with a motorcycle?”

You shrugged. “Dunno.” You froze for a minute, unsure of where to put your hands. 

He let out a low snicker at your evident hesitation. “Shoulders.” You frowned, settling your palms on his shoulders, digging in with your fingers. He barely flinched, instead revving the engine.

“So where are we going?” You had to almost shout over the wind. He didn’t reply, just went faster, making you clutch hard onto him. The city lights whizzed past you both. 

The ride was a blur, your mind mostly preoccupied with- with things that didn’t matter, and once you came to a stop it actually took a second for you to snap out of your daze. 

“Uh… where are we?”

“Tonkatsu Tonki. Uh, come on.” And without warning he simply went inside.

You frowned at yourself. Fuck you, Taika. This isn’t very date-like. But nevertheless you stumbled in after him. 

-

“Hey. Uh, I think you’re meant to dip the noodles-“

“In the sauce, yeah, whatever.”

You stayed silent and folded your hands in your lap, as he proceeded to not dip the noodles in the sauce. He paused, and his eyes flicked to yours. You flinched. 

He straightened up. “So. What we're here to talk about…”

“Yes, uh…” Not very date-like.

He paused again, as if he was thinking about something, then lightly shook his head. “We can talk about it later. Aren’t you gonna eat that?”

You stared at your plate, then picked up your chopsticks wordlessly.

He set this down. “So… how’s work?”

You looked up. “Work? Like…”

“Yeah, like, you know, work.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine I guess.” You twirled a chopstick in your fingers. “How about you?”

“Well, you know. Game next week. Training.” He shrugged awkwardly.

You laughed. It came out scathing to your own ears. “Fun.”

“…Yeah.”

Silence.

“So like, did we go to the same college, or did you just go to all the games to stalk me?”

You almost choked on your food. “What?”

“You know. The pictures.” He seemed so casual talking about it while you were prepared to turn your own skin inside out and crawl into your guts that it made you want to scream. 

“There’s a lot of pictures,” you said stiffly. He snorted, and began laughing, and you stared at him.

“C’mon, [name]. Why’re you so formal?”

“…”

“We’re friends, right? I mean, we know each other. At the very least.”

Friends. A label. You nodded. “Right, you’re uh, you’re right. No, we went to the same college. I was a biology major.”

“Huh? STEM? You’re a photographer now though.”

“Yeah, my parents wanted me to…”

Surprisingly, time flew. It was easy to talk to him. Barriers fell, the awkwardness melted away, and before you knew it he’d dropped you home, walked you to the door, and said goodnight.

Very date-like.

Except you’d both forgotten to address the actual issue at hand at all.

-

Kenji: We forgot to talk about it.

You: yeah…

Kenji: Let’s just talk about it now.

You: we just saw each other thirty minutes ago

Kenji: Yeah whatever so

Kenji: Basically

Kenji: What are we gonna do about it

You: wym? just issue a statement saying it’s not true

Kenji: Yeah or we could make it more fun

You: oh hell no

Kenji: Come on [name] it would be funny

Kenji: Also it would be good for like

Kenji: Publicity 

Kenji: You might get hired more

You: what

Kenji: Look I kind of already told my teammates it was true so we have to roll with this for a while ok

You: WHAT

Kenji: SORRY

You: when I catch you…

You: so how exactly are we going about this.

Kenji: You’re gonna do it? You’ll help me?

You: sigh yes ig 

Kenji: Thanks

Kenji: Thankyou

Kenji: With these words I express my undying gratitude towards thee, in which I shall solidify the notion of with any favours mine body is able to lay at thine feet and mercy

You: ok yappatron 2000

You: how are we gonna go about this

You: what’s in it for me

You: and don’t say exposure I’ll kill you and use your skin as a lampshade

Kenji: Uhhhhh I’ll pay you????

You: are you telling me or asking me?

Kenji: I’ll pay you ma’am

You: …thanks

You: how much

Kenji: idk like $100

You: I am literally lying to the world for you

Kenji: I’ll throw on a few extra zeros at the end

You: thanks pookie bear!

Kenji: I’m regretting this 

You: you’re rich stfu 

You: so now what do I have to do

Kenji: Date at LEAST once a week. Preferably Saturday evening. If we could go somewhere that isn’t too private so people see us. Unless that’s kind of a stupid idea. Idk.

You: no I’m busy I have to go on a date with my bf every Saturday evening 

Kenji: You what

You: I’m joking yaptimus prime

You: doesn’t matter where it is

You: but you’re paying 

Kenji: …okay 💔

You: is that all

Kenji: You just like do stuff on social media and like uhhh attend my games idk

You: I literally work at your games 

You: You silly goose 

Kenji: Mhm

Kenji: Okay look I have to go now. Is everything settled?

You: yeah yeah sure it’s all good

Kenji: Alright cause my daughter just woke up so I have to put her back to sleep

Kenji: Bye

You stared at the screen.

His what?

[elijasz]

Malevolent Part 43 "The Witch" thoughts

Notes made as I listen to the episode.

Oh hearing John say "I am the king in yellow"!

Not a fragment of the king in yellow. Just the king in yellow.

Giggling and kicking my feet right now. I know John thinks it suits his agenda right now to say "who he truely is" but it still makes me smile like an idiot.

And its very aromantic of me to say this but noone can ever make me feel what these fictional little men/entities in my favourite horror podcast are making me feel.

Go little fictional man/entity! GO!

"who?" YES! Fuck his ego up! FUCK HIM UP!!!!

Man, I love people using the power of titles, just to be met with indifference. That's my shit.

Wow John is easy to break. Good to know.

I love the witch. She's disgusting and terrible but she's a ✨️ Girlboss ✨️

"You care for [him]. Tell me Yorick!"

"He most definitely does, my queen"

"GODDAMMIT!"

"I connected with him....THAT ALONE WASN'T ENOUGH TO MAKE ME QUESTION WHO I AM!" honey...baby...John, darling....You didn't even know who you were, my sweet child. Also isn't that a bit too defensive? A liiiittle over the top, don't you think?

The nurse again. Talk more about her, John. I need to confirm something.

When John starts talking about the nurse but doesn't say anything to confirm or deny my Lillith theory:

Damn the witch has been through some shit. Give her a break. She deserves to cause a little suffering. Maybe just not to Arthur? Maaaaybe someone who has suffered less? So also not John.

Honestly the conversation with the witch is just a whole weird therapy session for John and the witch. Its likely noone will emerge from this better than before but it's definitely some weird therapy.

New info on the dark world? Nice. John had a little snackie? Uhoh, did the king in yellow fall to gluttony? How very human of you, Johnny boy.

Oh? Kayne is more powerful than you, John? Are you sure? Are you really sure on that?

Yorick, after saying nothing for a while: "I remember you, my king!" He just doesnt care at all, he's licking the dirty shoes of whoever holds any power. Disgusting. Free. Unbothered by morals or pride. He's worthless, he's my everything, he disgusts me and I love him. I'm ashamed for him and I am proud of him.

Hehehe, yes John, admit you lied. I'm sure Arthur isn't listening at all and is just unconscious. (He probably actually is. Would work better for the narrative.)

I love how John says "Fuck you". I wish my "fuck you" sounded like that. My gender? Oh its fucking the king in yellow from the hit horror podcast Malevolent.

More witch therapy for John. Good for him, good for him. He's getting fucked up real bad.

Noooo please witch, don't manipulate my emotional comfort entity into abandoning his humanity. (DO IT!)

HIS LOVE FOR ARTHUR SAVED HIM!!!!

"Do you miss being the king?" That's not an easy question to answ....oh. Oh John, honey that was not the right answer. You shouldn't have said that. I bet she's going to...jup. Jup she's stabbing him.

The witch:

John, manifesting:

LMAO, I told you she's a girlboss! Get him! Humble him! Make him believe that he needs to gain power and make him make Arthur his domain. Make a guy your domain John!!!! The witch controls her domain fully and is stronger within than an old one. I wonder what would happen if an old one (the king in yellow aka John) made Arthur his domain.

"Orthur :(" yeah you're still alive even with Arthur dead. Now untangle that complicated ball of feelings John.

Witch, that's a stupid question and stupid things to say about hope and all that. John did change. If he didn't, you'd be dead.

John is a bad liar. Luckily the witch rolled a shitty insight check.

Monologue time!

Bet reviving Arthur won't work because he's human.

Oh damn I was wrong, maybe? Well, there have to be complications then. I wonder what the complications are. I love complications. :)

[whydoibe]

What if jay was the crystal king

Basicly jays anger and grief turning him into a hermit would create or allow a vioce to call out offering him things when he tried to tell the others they told him to go away or medtation but nothing worked eventually leaving to follow it ending up face to face with haruimi much to her shock before the overlord revealed he let him in to become something greater offering him nyas return explains that as the anthsis elemental light he could reverse her capture in exchange for jay giving up himself jay in moment of grief would agree becoming incased in the crystal.

Much would remain the same expet to the ninjas concern jay doesn't show up the ninja haven't seen him in months.

The crystal king was on the battlefield zane telling them to not engage but he was caught off guard and had no choice but to engage the corrupted power brushing across his face kai manged to gain the upper hand only for the monster to look at him staring into his soul.

"Oh kai still think your the strongest" the beast mocked it sounded like no. The mask of its face shrunk slightly and pulled upwards and kai saw jay pale eyes purple and blue with red pupils. He looked pained mouth twisted into a smile sharp teeth painfully obvious.

"J-Jay" kai would mutter as the mask covered his face once again lighting striking him he was saved by Cole thank the first for his existence.

"I will always win" the crystal king cried "it was I his corrupted who was the one to bite garmdon and set my plans into motion" golden light encasing him he had been defeated but still hand an ace up his sleve the vessel was breaking free but held use still. The rubble moved his hand breaking through it rising again standing turning to face the ninja lighting and darkness coating his 4 arms and hands glowing the ninja looked terfied how'd he reveal in thier screams. Rising his hand to kill them the vessels vioce annoyingly gaining volume.

'Don't you dare' jay cried he saw through his eyes but was powerless a watcher against his best wishes seeing nya look so scared because of him hurt him no no matter whatbthe overlord did nya would survive all of his friends would this was his body his command and was his element.

The crystal king raised his hand the ninja stared thier eradication certain. They cried good byes. Then blue sparks the crystal king backed away.

"Get out now" it screeched

"Why should I let it happen and give in let it rain let the storm kill" a 2nd much crueller vioce emanated from the beast kai seemed to be thinking before running towards it the ninja crying

"Jay" kai would cry hugging the thing tears falling from its eyes "it's u I thought it wasn't but he ... fight him jay"

Inside of jays mind Waa a ragging war occurs conflict mind against mind blades shining and clashing chains breaking then he felt kai his brother.

"Fight him jay" kais vioce rang through his head lighting sparking this was his domain not the overlords.

"Noooo no no " it cried as figures approached dragging it down but jay felt still returning to his body the stone amour that covered him was painfull the mask he wore hurt him. Get this off him the he felt water surrounded him.

The ninja watched as the beast they beloved to be the overlord petrified still kai kept hugging it being it to move why. Then nya surrounded it in water she wanted this thing gone then. "N-NYA" it cried with jays vioce dry and dehydrated but jays vioce. The amour shifting the crystals rearanginging the now two armed figure stood and then kai grabbed the helemnt ripping it off Turning to dust after hitting the floor. The figures face was jay twisted and contorted teeth seemed sharp horns adorned his head along his neck to his forehead were spines looking crystal like then he promptly passed out eyes darting to nya shoeing grief regret realeaf in an instant.

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Days latter jay awoke feeling alone for the first time in over a year jay for the first time in forever felt ok with that. Then he opened his eyes seeing the medbay of monstary he felt to his chest feeling warmth no armour or crystals but then he saw the machines vitals go crazy as soon as he stared at the door no one noticed good he could slip out and then run away any where just to avoid thier judgemental stares at him as he pleaded his case for why he was the crystal king. He stood and noticed his hands claws and grey ish blue skin he felt large sharp teeth in his jaw he looked at his feet they looked different claws and back claw he felt a line of spines along his back getting up he walked over to mirror his eyes were blue and purple horns atop his head tears formed what had he dun why did he do it grief that was no excuse he knew they all grieved but he alone was responsible for probably hundreds no thousands of deaths. Jay crept out stocking to the shadows crawling along each shadows way to easily. He heed an argument.

"He is responsible kai" Lloyd cried

"Is he Lloyd he made a mistake and was clearly not in control when he preformed those actions" kai retorted back sounding disgusted at Lloyd

"Jay was grieving we all were he just happens to be the only one to turn into the overlord" Lloyd screeched. Jay felt his breathing quickn Lloyd was screaming to argue that he was responsible he new that he was he couldn't let his brothers argue about what he did jay felt a surge and with out meaning to he appeared right infront of them jay looked at thier shocked looks before spotted nya she looked the same last time he saw her just dammeged a few new scars.

"Nya"

"Don't you talk to her jay" Lloyd stated with a protective tone

"Jay" nya cried hugging him and then all his worries metered away.

Jay stood amongst his familie explains everything Lloyd forgave him he garmdon new what it felt like and related to him saying its ok. Wu told him that he probably saved the future a big headache

[hughungrybear]

Me while watching Cherry Magic Thailand Ep. 4:

***channelling my inner screaming Karan 😆

1. On Min comparing Jinta's smell to his grandpa but still finding Jinta charming - I dunno what is going on in this kid's mind 😂😂😂

Also Jinta:

2. Oh my. Will it happen? My SingJan (RockPai) heart, will it ship?? 😭😭😭 <after five seconds> Noooo!!! I really thought this is it 😢

3. Really? Y'all think Karan is capable to get himself in trouble? At work? I think you're giving Mr. Goody-two-shoes too much credit 😂😂😂 Rock literally throwing Achi into the room to save Karan is never not gonna be funny though 😂😂😂

4. The fvck. All because the man is hangry. Sir, you should've eaten first before the business meeting. How in hell would Karan know that you are just craving for some dessert? 🤨😅

5. No, Achi. Pai doesn't have a crush on you. She's fangirling while you are with Karan, which means she must be a Y girl 😂😂😂 Then again, you're getting twice the snacks, hurray for love triangle vibes! 🤣🤣🤣

6. Look at Jinta getting so excited and anticipating Min's delivery - only to get his hopes dashed down by a completely different delivery person (who chastises him for wearing strong perfume lol)

7. The downside of having the same powers as your bff: they can nag you through their thoughts - and you can nag right back through thoughts too 😂😂😂

8. Oh? That's why they made Karan (Tay) went all through those hoops and get dirty to reach Achi? So that we can have an effing Nivea facial wash ad? 😂😂😂 Also, it might have took Achi only five seconds (tops) to unsend his message that he is sick but Karan has read it just the same. Which means the man could have been spending his free time just looking at his phone and waiting for Achi's message 😌 (Sidenote: Karan's phone must be seriously durable to endure all that water and still be working 😂😂😂)

9. Jinta getting his inner Karen reduced for Min's sake is too cute 😍

10. Wait. Karan has an alarm so Achi will remember can take his medicine? Then there is the gentlest tap in the face. And Achi is still thinking Karan likes somebody else? Duuuuddde. 😑😑😑

11. I knew it! Pai is me 😂😂😂 BL fans for the win!

12. Hold your horses, Achi. Although, that's one rude big sister 😂😂😂 At the very least, despite her selfishness, she's still doing her little bro a favour by wingwoman-ing lol

Karan's heart is probably doing backflips while big sis sashayed her way out of Achi's house 😂😂😂 Never seen a man less devastated to be kicked out of his own home if it means moving in with his ultimate crush. Thank you, big sis! 🤣🤣🤣

[ohanny]

okay, i am starting bed friend and since watching alone makes me stressed you are once again exposed to my initial reactions:

i love how the first minute of this show is uea being all "i am just your average guy... except i am so hot everyone desires me and it makes my life so hard. sigh."

HELLO YIM IN YOUR BOWL CUT NERD MULLET YES YES YOU ARE MY BABY MY SUNSHINE MY ETERNAL LOVE PLS TAKE ME AWAY IN YOUR SPACESHIP

so mark is like fine fine in that grown ass man way. pls someone tell me he is a lead in a show because i need

also like... am i the only one who thinks james is the soft, godly lovechild of yim and nat?

how can you dislike king and his jawline of doom. wait. oh my god. are having enemies to lovers thrown in this too?!?!? are they gonna hit all my fave tropes?!?

oh boy. OH BOY. something happened that night for sure sure

no but as a low voices appreciator this theme song is tickling my ears in a good way

ooh not the shiny shoes. damn, you really don't like the man.

oh this does not sound good but the stubble but OH FUUUUUCK

i have known uea for literally 5 minutes and 16 seconds and i am ready to murder anyone who hurts him

oh no. trauma.

yeah no, murdering anyone who hurts him is not enough. i need to go full vegas in a torture poncho on their ass.

the fuckboy has got the feels already 11/10 look at that face

in the non-creepiest way possible: i need to put these child actors into my pocket and feed them cupcakes

okay so the mom belongs in the bin

oh bitch DON'T YOU DARE call him

give my boy all the fuzzy blankets to cover up his sadness

noooo when do these boys learn pulling someone's metaphorical pigtails as a method of flirting will never work

ksdjfkalsfjasdlfj james since when have you been this PRETTY

king: babe, what can i do to make you like me uea: die

pock rhymes with cock which is exactly what you have to be to mess with my baby. a musty, unwashed, diseased cock.

jade is such a sweet bean and also a mood at the end of the day

i love how their gc is called "domundi"

what in the workplace parking garage showdown is this. also mark, daddy, step on me. respectfully.

okay, free karaoke emergencies are my kind of emergencies.

why does no one want to ride with the boss? I VOLUNTEER AS A TRIBUTE

lol, poor jade being thrown under the bus

is it gay to be unable to go through a single interaction with your workplace nemesis without standing face to face, intensely staring at one another? asking for a friend

ohhh cock is calling. hang up. that's a good boy.

this karaoke makes me miss my early twenties. also noooo, my baby jade letting loose while uea is like "pls god someone save me. end my suffering. existence is pain."

jade: i am about to vomit everyone else: THE FUCK YOU ARE WEAKLING boss: also you still have to work lmfao

butt. hehet.

oh nooo he has a cute lil man purse on top of the confidence to wear white pants? damn.

oooh he is drunk. i can see where this is going and i have conflicting feelings about it :')

i do not have conflicting feelings about these collarbones though. they are very much fire.

piggyback rides T T

okay but do i have to move to thailand to afford these condos on a single income?

one day these bl boys will be this gentle and soft yet also capable of resisting the urge to ravish their drunk crushes

(un)holy spiderman o.o

*distressed noises*

oh if you left snow white in bed all alone i am going to kill you

okay yes that is some tongue

i do love a strategically placed mustard yellow pillow

ooooh, it was king who had to wake up alone. oh my sweet babies. why do i feel so bad for both of them?

seriously, that bathroom is custom made. how much do these average salary men make?

JADE IN THE ICONIC YELLOW CARDIGAN

jade: omg what is wrong bestie uea: *war flashbacks to cock* sleep deprivaton

the fact jade is always drinking boba is just so in character. not that we know much all about his character but the point still stands. he is a boba boy.

oh that "mom" needs the bin asap. and you can't add a "we need to talk" text to that, king, you and your jawline need to time things better.

oh no. shit is about to go down in the copy room.

i love the alleged king of one night stands not comprehending one night stand etiquette. boy is down bad.

king: seriously uea: i am avoiding avoiding the subject, that's how deep my avoidance goes

they are just so laskdfjasdklfjsadlkfjaslkjfoierjudfj

why do i feel uea almost running people down with his car is a character trait

ugh, my poor baby is in pain and i don't know how to help (T⌓T)

THIS CAT

[adabelladona]

The ghoul next door

I don't know if it's the cinematography, the quality of the cameras of the time or simply nostalgia but I love movies and series from the 70s to the 90s, especially in the horror and fantasy genre.

In the spirit of this love of retro, let's revisit an episode of Goosebumps, a teen horror series that almost all of us have watched as kids.

Our story begins with Hanna Fairchild who wakes up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and like every 90s teenager sleeps fully clothed, with slippers and her laptop next to her. I'm not going to lie and say that the laptop thing doesn't happen, but seriously, who sleeps with shoes on? A final girl of course! Always ready to run from any slasher.

This becomes useful when she hears a mysterious voice calling her name and discovers that her whole family went to watch baseball. At night? I assume there are games in the evening? Whatever, this mysterious shadow breaks her window and she decides to call the police, but due to the intrinsic nature of horror stories her phone doesn't work.

Then, she does the worst thing that can be done in that circumstance: leave the house, she doesn't see the mysterious shadow but she meets Danny, her new neighbor who convinces her that the only thing that scared her was an old kite, but she didn't believe it. She doesn't remember seeing Danny move and the house where he lives has been uninhabited for years.

It seems that Hanna likes the boy but a series of strange things happen near him: he has the habit of disappearing without giving explanations, there was a fire in his house where there were no survivors, he was almost killed on one occasion, and the shadow attacked her in his basement. One day, Hanna enters his house and his mother doesn't seem to notice her, all this makes her think that he is a ghost.

But all of this has an explanation, it turns out that Danny's mother is mute from time to time he disappears to help her, the rest of the facts do not prove that Danny is a ghost. However, just as we are presented with things about him, we are also shown details of Hanna's life. Do you remember the story of the fire? Well, it turns out it didn't happen at Danny's house, it happened at Hanna's.

Now all those cliché-like details make new sense: the phone that doesn't work, the parents who are never around, and if you think carefully, no one but Danny talks with Hanna.

Now that Hanna is aware of her nature as a ghost, she sees her house for what it really is: a burned and destroyed ruin, but we are not going to dwell on the drama because the mysterious shadow shows up. He wants to teach Hanna to be a ghost and we have a funny scene of training with her scaring the mailman.

But she keeps asking why Danny is the only one who can hear and see her. The ghost doesn't want her to talk to him and although at first he didn't want to tell her anything about it, he ends up telling her his evil plan: Danny is going to die and he will take his body, that's why she can see it, because he is destined to die.

Meanwhile, Danny seeks to impress the neighborhood kids by breaking into the mailman's house and accidentally burning down his house, but Hanna realizes that this is not his destiny but rather that the shadow is planning it and the real reason she is there it's to save Danny.

She manages to save him by playing the piano in the burning house, alerting the neighbors that there is someone else inside. Danny is saved, the shadow disappears with a Noooo! like any defeated villain, Hanna's ghostly family shows up to take her with them to the afterlife and hopefully the mailman won't sue Danny for burning down his house.

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My Saviour - Lando Norris feat. Twitch Quartet

Where you save Lando from a spider.

Warnings: mentions of a spider, fluff, first fic please give me feedback, not proofread

“Where is y/n?” George inquires, the first person to speak in a while. Alex, George, Charles and Lando, also known as the twitch quartet, had been playing Rocket League for the past hour and a half. George was winning, much to Lando’s frustration. Lando taps his fingers on his controller before responding “probably asleep, must be tired from the weekend” with a small smile.

You were sleeping peacefully downstairs on the sofa, after falling asleep in the middle of the movie you were watching. It had been a long weekend as you were visiting your boyfriend, lando, at his home race.

“Noooo!” Lando exclaims after losing yet another round. He decided to read some of the comments in the chat whilst George and Alex argued whether George was cheating or not. “Lando what is that behind you?” He read, interrupting the bickering in the background. “Haha very funny, there’s nothing behind-Aaahh!!” He exclaims, setting his eyes on the rather large spider currently climbing his wall behind him. The rest of the quartet had spontaneously bursts into fits of laughter. “This isn’t funny guys!” Lando yells, rather agitated.

You were awoken from your deep slumber by a high pitched squeal coming from upstairs. You quickly ran up the stairs to see what it was all about. As you opened the door, you saw the terrifying creature and a rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins. Truth be told, you were terrified of spiders too. “Aaah! Y/n get it! Quickly aaahhh!” Lando half screams at you, hiding himself behind his chair.

You act quickly, running to your bedroom to retrieve a shoe before returning. Charles, George and Alex were still in fits of laughter, watching the scene unfold from afar. You quickly hit the spider with your shoe and it fell to the ground, almost touching your foot. “Eeeeh” you squealed, and quickly realised it wasn’t dead.

You hit it again, and again, and again, making sure it really was dead before dropping the shoe. “That was terrifying, you are truly my saviour y/n” lando finally says, and you both giggle at the dramatic reactions you both had to a spider which really wasn’t as big as you initially thought. “We’re gonna be such bad parents one day” you manage to say in between laughs.

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ok here's my headcannons for the disco elysium swap!AU post game life that i may or may not be playing out on the sims atm

we all agree that kim is so disillusioned that he quits the RCM in some badass yet dignified way and goes into his full rebellious phase: tats, piercings, sluttier outfits, machoism and vulgarity, also a bit more loudly gay, very "queers bash back" vibes

harry is also disillusioned by everything and quits the RCM to prioritize recovery, and something about this level of commitment shows kim and jean that this is it, this is gonna be the attempt that sticks

jean can now finally build his own legacy with the RCM without being trapped in harry's shadow, and he likes the feeling of empowerment, but he also sees seedier underbellies of corruption within the RCM that even he can't stomach, or maybe he just can't tolerate ugliness like that these days. he thinks about eventually quitting too, maybe in a few years, but they need the money right now because:

Cunoesse Redemption Arc: they're literally driving back after illegally adopting cuno, and the kid gets cold feet about leaving cunoesse behind so he screams until they pull over on the side of the highway. turns out cunoesse is hiding out in a squat, they send cuno in to go talk to her. she actually swallows her pride and accepts her one ticket out of poverty and the guys respect that, so everyone starts off on a blank slate

jean is like, well, let's be realistic, we can all live in my apartment while C + C + harry go through the initial stages of withdrawals and we'll support each other for a tough few weeks. harry and kim will give up their leases and they'll pool their money together and figure out how to buy a crappy little house while the kids catch up on school

no one even has their shoes off yet when punk!kim stops them all and says, look, there's going to be homosexual activity in this house and if the kids even think of making a homophobic joke they'll be kicked to the curb, and everyone just mind their got damn business about it (i.e don't let it leave the house). the kids are lowkey scared of angry kim so they just nod

and thus kim and harry are at liberty to figure out their feelings for each other, and the fusion of their love lowkey saves harry's life and helps him get better

jean has a spare room that's more of a closet, and it just stores some boxes and a sad little weight lifting set that's covered in dust. he sells it for quick cash, then he and kim build a set of bunk beds while harry and the kids are taking turns vomiting their guts out in the bathroom

jean and kim make a surprisingly good team - they find creative solutions to the lack of space. they take turns playing nurse during the cold-turkey-ultra-detox

jean and kim come to a shared, silent, conclusion that, for the first time, they are not Doing All Of This because they need the control or want to retain professionalism, in fact it doesn't feel like labour at all because it's genuinely coming from a place of love

the guys sleep on cots in jean's bedroom until they're like ooohhh noooo what a waste of space why don't we all just share one big bed oohhhhhh

over the next few weeks jean digs through the storage room at the precint and finds a small desk for the kid's room to promote maybe doing their homework for once. he lets them decorate the walls however they want, and everyone agrees that it's a sacred no-adults zone

cuno and cunoesse still have some mysterious beef between them, and in their misery of coming off the drugs, they're constantly fighting with each other (in a cryptic way that still provides 0 context for the adults to eavesdrop on)

harry is quiet lately, contemplative; he has to come to terms with things he's been avoiding his whole life. his body is a fucking wreck, and isn't used to sitting still for so long, and everything catches up with him all at once. he doesn't tell anyone for awhile but his memory is more fucked than he thought, and he finds time slipping away from him. he's sick in bed most of the time so he re-reads all the books he owns, and also randomly takes up knitting so his hands can stay busy and his mind can wander. everyone knows it's been a rough night if harry emerges from the shadows, crusty and stinking, and drops a dozen pairs of knit socks on the table

since kim knows the game from a cop's perspective, he gets his kicks doing stupid petty crimes, and also earns the household some cash on the side to keep them going. it helps him get through the intensity of his life and he lives out all his bad boy fantasies

the kids get better enough that they can go back to school, i imagine they transferred and are appreciating a) getting out of the house b) something to do c) cuno actually likes meeting new people and he's a novelty being the new student. cunoesse has a harder time adjusting and gets crazy jealous

with jean at work and the kids at school during the day, kim and harry FUCK

one day the angst sex is so good that harry stands up after, wipes himself off, and is like "yeah, okay, i'll go to rehab"

okay it's more of a support group personalized therapy package deal thing in the next city over, but harry really benefits from healing around other people who are going through something similar. his progress is immediate, he is a new person overnight. he is going forward, not trying to chase someone he once was. he lets himself slow down a little bit, lets himself be eccentric, lets himself age gracefully.

jean can't avoid telling pryce about the new situation ("you mean to tell me....three adult male colleagues? and two random teenagers they met during an investigation? do you know how bad that looks?" "i know, i know, but it's more of an at-home rehab-orphanage scenario") but pryce is actually strangely very kind about it (yes jean is more self assured now but also he dangles some blame in front of his eyes - pryce pushed harry too far and fucked over not just harry but jean and kim's personal lives).

pryce runs into harry soon after and almost doesn't recognize him. he's so clearly improving that pryce calls jean into his office first thing the next morning. if harry completes the whole rehab program and doesn't drastically relapse, he'll massage the budget so that jean can get a fat bonus, enough to cover the shittiest, cheapest house on the market, a way of saying thank you and i'm sorry to all three of them

cuno is smart, obviously, and snuck the last of his dad's drugs with him before he left. he finds it too difficult to get off speed and secretly indulges when kim leaves in the evening, but at least now cuno can do his homework and shower every night. he also shares with cunoesse and they learn how to trust each other again

kim has to do more parenting than he bargained for until harry gets well enough to take over. he'll be stern when boundaries need to be placed but otherwise he doesn't waste his time nagging or scolding, just the eyebrow is enough. he makes the kids help around the house while also learning how to do the basics: how to cook, how to clean, how to do laundry, how to change a tire, first aid, etc

c + c blossom with a safe home environment and some structure in their lives. at first they'd sleep for thirteen hours at a time, unfamiliar with the feeling of safety and utter relaxation. they shower too often and use up all the hot water, obsessed with this new luxury. they eat like wolves, used to the panic of not knowing where their next meal would come from.

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

The diaboys reacting to a boy forcefully kissing their s/o female x reader

❌Trigger Warning!❌ There is non-consensual kissing and aggressive flirting. The kisses are very short and it doesn’t go further than a kiss but if non-consensual kisses and aggressive flirting make you uncomfortable or trigger you or bother you in any way, you may not want to read after the cut :)

Shu

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The hallway was deserted, he had you cornered against a wall. “I really like you.” The boy said, his arms caging you in. You laughed nervously. “Thank you, but I actually have a boyfriend.” “He doesn’t need to know.” The boy said, moving his head closer to you, putting you nose to nose. “No, thank you!” You pulled back and tried to duck under one of his arms but he quickly grabbed your waist and pressed his lips to yours. You shoved at his chest but less than a second later the boy was pulled away from you and you heard him yelp in pain. Looking up you saw Shu had him pressed against the wall, his wrist in a bone-crushing grip. Shu’s voice was quiet and calm, but the look in his eyes would have made even the bravest of men cry for their mother. “You don’t kiss what doesn’t belong to you. Now scram.” The boy didn’t need to be told twice, the second Shu released him the boy dashed off. Shu turned to you, his eyebrows furrowed and you looked up at him sheepishly but he then hugged you. “Ha..you troublesome woman...making me use my legs.”

Reiji

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Reiji was walking through the school, mentally going over his notes for the next test. He passed you-seemingly alone in an empty classroom. Curious and worried, he walked in and saw a boy looming over you. The boy then pressed his mouth to yours, firmly holding you in place. Reiji stalked forward and grabbed his forearm, wrenching him off of you. “Kissing a woman forcefully, your lack of manners are completely deplorable. If Karlheinz Sakamaki found out scum like you went to this school...” Reiji let his voice trail off. The boy’s eyes widened. “K-Karlheinz Sakamaki?” “Yes, as I’m sure you know, he’s a very influential man.” Reiji let go of the boy and stepped closer to him. “He also happens to be my father. If you don’t wish to get expelled, leave this room.” After another fearful look, the boy ran out. Reiji looked down at you and you hung your head. “I’m sorry-“ “I know it’s not your fault. I’m going to teach you self-defense. He will not be the last man to approach you like that.”

Ayato

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Ayato just wanted some damn takoyaki. Why did you even insist on going to class? Why would you prefer that over making the great Ayato food? He paced outside the classroom door, waiting for you. The door flung open and it was only Ayato’s incredibly vampire reflexes that prevented him from being hit with it. You walked out. “Finally! Your Truly was-“ You hurried past him. “Huh?” Ayato followed after you angrily. Why the hell were you ignoring him? A boy bumped into him. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” Then Ayato saw the boy run after you and grab your waist, then turned you around and kissed you. Ayato saw red. He ran forward and yanked the guy backwards by his sweatshirt, then threw him to the ground. “Don’t touch what belongs to Yours Truly!” Ayato kissed you deeply and grinned down at him. “I’m the only one who can kiss her, you got that?”

Kanato

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“Uh, well, um...” You stammered, backing away from the boy approaching you. “You can’t seriously be loyal to that Kanato guy, right?” He asked. “He’s so weird, carrying that bear everywhere. You’d do so much better with me.” “No I-“ The boy grabbed your arm and pulled you forward, then kissed you. You squealed against his mouth and thrashed. Suddenly the boy pulled back, screaming in pain and fear, his clothes on fire. You turned in panic and saw Kanato, who looked terrifying. “No, Kanato, please don’t kill him!” You begged. Kanato’s eyes narrowed at you. “You want to save him? Are you cheating on me?!” “No! I tried to stop him from kissing me, but I don’t want him to die!” The fire stopped, the boy unscorched. Kanato turned to him. “I’ll spare you now, but if you come near my doll again, Teddy and I will cut you into little pieces.” The boy whimpered, nodding, then ran away. Kanato looked at you angrily. “Since I spared him, you owe me. Give me your blood now. After school we’ll go to the sweet shop and then you’ll bake me a pie.” You nodded weakly and allowed Kanato to sink his fangs into your flesh.

Laito

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The boy leaned forward and kissed you. You shoved him away. “S-sorry, but I have a boyfriend!” The boy chuckled. “Yeah, that Laito guy? He’s a perv, I’m a gentleman.” He tried to kiss you again but Laito stepped in between the two of you. When did he get there? “A gentleman who tries to kiss a girl after she says no? Fufu, how pathetic. This is my Little Bitch. Get your own and leave.” The boy narrowed his eyes but left, muttering curses under his breath. “Thanks, Laito.” You tell your boyfriend quietly. He turned to you, smiling. “I need to get every trace of him off you. When we get home we’ll shower together and your body will drown in my touch.”

Subaru

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“Look, I’m flattered, but I’m not interested.” You said, which was basically just a rewording of the previous three sentences that had left your mouth. The boy stalked closer. Was he always that tall and scary looking? He grinned down at you, then yanked you for a kiss. You squirmed but he was too strong, almost as strong as-“GET THE FUCK OFF HER!” Subaru. Subaru threw the guy against the wall and punched him in the face. “Don’t ever kiss her again, ya hear?” The boy desperately tried to stop his bleeding nose. “Okay, okay.” “Now fuck off.” Holding his nose, the boy ran off, leaving droplets of the blood. Subaru turned to you with a growl. “This is why I don’t want ya leaving my side! From now on, you’re stickin’ with me at all times.” Without waiting for an answer, Subaru grabbed your hand and started walking to his next class.

Ruki

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“Your master isn’t here.” The boy next to you said thoughtfully. “Huh?” You blushed. Had he heard Ruki call himself your master? You were sure you never called Ruki master in public. The boy walked over to you. “I’ve got ya to myself, Livestock.” Your eyes widened and you nearly toppled over a desk. He grabbed your face so hard it hurt and kissed you. Ruki rushed into the room and pushed him off you and onto the ground. Ruki towered over the boy on the floor, his cold blue eyes like steel. “Nobody calls her Livestock but me. Her master is always with her and if you don’t want to be at the other end of my whip, you won’t approach her again.” The boy scrambled back. Ruki wrapped his arm around your shoulders and steered out of the room, leaving the boy petrified on the floor.

Kou

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Kou had just finished giving autographs and finally had some time to himself. He passed the library and something caught his eye. You were sitting on a table, which was normal, but you weren’t reading or studying. In fact, you looked like you were inching away from something out of Kou’s view. Kou walked inside and growled. It was the same asshole that had been flirting with you for a week now. Kou walked forward but broke into a sprint when he saw the boy’s lips touch yours. Kou hugged you from behind and pulled you back. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Her boyfriend isn’t keen on others kissing her.” Kou lead you away and made a mental note to tell his fangirls to make his life a living hell.

Yuma

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Yuma hated being stuck inside a classroom, he wanted to be outside working in his garden, preferably with you. He asked the teacher if he could go to the bathroom and left with his hands in his pockets. He heard a scared voice and turned the corner. He saw you were backed up against the wall by three large guys. Not larger than him, of course, but way too big for you to take on. The boy in the middle, right in front of you, who seemed to be the leader, yanked you against him and kissed you. Yuma pulled him back by his hair and punched him. The other boys tried to come to his defense but Yuma easily defeated them. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulders. “Don’t touch her again. There’s more where that came from.” He warned the boys with a fanged grin.

Azusa

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You backed away from the boy. “Azusa’s so creepy, why do you like him?” “You’re acting creepy too now!” You said angrily. For a second the boy’s eyes widened but he then laughed. “Whatever. He’s a weakling, I’m not. So come here.” He managed to grab your arm and he pulled you close to him. He ducked his head and kissed you. A force shoved him away from you. “Eve...is mine...don’t touch her...” Azusa said. “Yeah, what are you gonna do?” Azusa pulled out a knife. “Your arm...would look so pretty...with a new friend...” the boy squeaked and ran away. Azusa chuckled but then looked at you seriously. “That was...an accident...right, Eve? You didn’t...want to...Kiss him, right?” You nodded. “I didn’t.” “Good...I’m glad...” Azusa kissed you sweetly. “Only I...can kiss Eve...”

Carla

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If Carla wasn’t so angry, he would’ve laughed. A human like that guy kissing you? His lips weren’t even worthy of kissing the dirt under your shoes. Using his magic, Carla made him soar across the hallway and hit the wall. “You scum. Your mouth doesn’t deserve to breathe in the same oxygen as her. Now go away, or you’ll be very sorry.”

Shin

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Shin saw you struggling to escape the grasp of a boy kissing you. He ran forward and punched him, grinning when he saw the broken nose he had caused. “Don’t come back! Or I’ll send my wolves after you!” You doubted the guy understood the whole claim of wolves, but when a guy punches you in the face and breaks your nose, you do the sensible thing and run away. Luckily, this guy was at least somewhat sensible and did just that.

Kino

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“Um, noooo, I’d rather not.” “So you want to skip the movie and just do this?” The boy kissed you. You pulled back. “Hey! Don’t kiss a girl like that!” You yelled. Kino and Yuri walked forward, seemingly out of nowhere. Kino held your waist. Yuri looked at the boy. “You shouldn’t touch what belongs to another, nor should you kiss what belongs to my master. He’ll get very angry.” Kino kissed you deeply and shot the boy an arrogant grin. “She didn’t pull away from me.” His face then got angry. “Now screw off.”