#I can even mispell

[somebodyelser]

Thats exactly what a bot would say.

Definitively not, according to my database my description of my profile is just like of many other human blogs

[grimalkinmessor]

I need a fic where L wins but as he's transporting Light to be executed somewhere remote where his supporters can't find him, the plane crashes and he, a defanged Light, and Matsuda all end up stranded in the middle of nowhere together.

L is busy blaming Light for the crash, Light is busy snarling back at him and trying to wiggle his way out of his handcuffs, and Matsuda is busy being the only fucking person with braincells and trying to keep them all alive long enough to be found.

Featuring Light being forced to confront his own guilt, L becoming slightly less of an asshole, and both of them being forced to acknowledge Matsuda's skills.

They also all have to cuddle for warmth and then fall in love. Obviously.

[magicalfish6286]

Actually what was up with those people who absolutely rejected the idea of venom being added to strive. Hes a baker now so he can't fight anymore?? Worst reasoning ever LMAO

[rainingincale]

No one:

Me: so funny how the origins of many of my tags were very random and have ended up sticking and also influencing the tags i made afterwards-

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Been watching this woman teach Welsh in Spanish, and on the one hand, it’s super helpful for me to learn/improve both, but it also reminds me how woefully inept I am in Spanish and yet 5x as functional in it VS Welsh lmao I’m utterly doomed

[hasmephydoneanythingwrong]

what if i just don’t play arc 2

[akunya]

hello ive always loved your fics since nijien days and now more into love and deepspace, specifically sylus (the pipeline is universal, i’m afraid) so now, i beg for stalker sylus who is obsessed with everything you do, will fuck you in an alleyway please, cnc and mindbreak, thank you 🙏🏻

"window watching."

pairings: sylus x m!reader

summary: sylus can only take so much of your teasing before he breaks. unfortunately for you, his methods aren't so nice.

tw: NONCON, stalking, obsessive behavior, size diff., frottage, sph (if you squint), praise. implied kidnapping, handjobs, choking, coercion, dacryphilia etc.

notes: see how i didnt add stalker to the front of his name? i genuinely think he would stalk the shit out of you and it doesnt need to be an au, lol.

in all seriousness, i hope you enjoy it. i'm getting back into the swing of things... probably a bit ooc and doesnt follow the game lore (too much, that is).

im uploading this while sick, so i apologize for any mispellings/mistakes/etc.

please let me know what you think!

stalker sylus who cannot, at first much to his dismay, keep his eyes off of you.

everywhere you go, every time you think you have a sliver of privacy: he's always watching. whether its mephisto or one of the twins, he needs to know what you're doing at all times. taking note of what stores you visit, what time you usually come home, who you talk to. it becomes an urge he cant quite satisfy.

at first, he only watched out of boredom. yea sure, he needed you alive, so keeping note of your location was just another one of his duties. someone as naive and reckless as yourself was bound to get into trouble.

but gradually it gets worse.

"where are you off to now, kitten?" mumbling to himself, the man swipes across his phone screen, watching surveillance cameras with a bated breath as you walked home. your figure was a bit blurry, but that didn’t stop sylus as he watched intently. it was nothing truly unusual. around this time, you'd be already cozied up in bed, but it seems like work made you stay overtime tonight. "idiots.." sylus's brow furrowed slightly at the thought of you overworking yourself.

before you, he didn't care much for romance. friendship, trivial things: he thought those were what made a person weak.

but now?

every little thing you do drives him mad. the way you carefully fold your clothes after finishing your laundry to make sure your room stays clean. how you always greet the cashier at the nearby convenience store with a smile, thanking them for bagging your items. how long you take a shower for, which coffee shop is your favorite, even down to the type of shampoo and conditioner you use daily: sylus had it all down to a science. he practically knew everything about you.

even then, a question still rang through his mind. why would you waste your time with all of these other men?

he knew about that strange doctor who's gaze lingered on yours a little too long for his liking. sylus felt his fist clench when he would watch you talk to that painter too, jaw clenching in annoyance when he would see you walk home or to work with that blonde boy.

he shook his head, trying to snap out of his own thoughts. this wasn't about them. right now, this was about you.

it was another evening with you winding down after a long day of work. a tired sigh leaves your lips, and sylus’s cock throbs watching you undress as you slowly slip off your shirt. was it normal to be staring at another man like this? watching from cameras could only do so much, so this time, the villain found himself on a roof adjacent to your window. thankfully, you were too stupid a majority of the time to close the blinds, so he had a nice view of your nightly routine.

...which was mostly boring to watch, if he's being honest. you walked around shirtless for a moment, putting away your work gear and leaving your shoes by the door. it was a whole lot of nothing for a good 15 minutes, leaving sylus to rethink his choices for the night.

sitting on the cold bricks of the adjacent roof, he couldn't help feeling just a tinge of shame. "how pathetic, watching afar like some sort of pervert. i should just go in there and.." he scoffed, eyes narrowing in what seemed to be.. annoyance? the leader of onychinus hated chasing his prey like some sort of weakling. he was better than this. he deserved to have you in his arms, no matter what you thought or said.

however, his words abruptly came to a stop when your fingers trailed to the hem of your pants.

dark red eyes stared deeply at your hands as they softly pushed at the fabric of your boxers. languid fingertips played with the fabric, yawning as your thumbs hooked against the waistband and began to pull. further and further, pulling ever so slightly to show off a bit of your happy trail, the base of your cock threatening to peek for unwanted visitors to gawk at. sylus could feel himself leaning closer, the distance between the roof and your window suffocating as more of your skin was exposed.

almost, that is, before an imaginary light bulb in your head went off and you quickly took your hands out of your pants. "shit, i forgot to pick up dinner on my way home. i should do that now before i go to bed," you thought to yourself, whisking away from the window and grabbing a plain shirt to throw on. reaching for your keys and wallet, you opened the door and left your apartment as usual, unbeknownst of the dangerous man watching your every step.

sylus's own hands were nearly trembling. the ache and tent in his pants didn't help either, feverishly getting up and following you as you made your way into linkon city. he didn't have to ask mephisto or the twins to follow you - thankfully, the rooftops gave sylus a clear view of the streets below, and he could spot you out from anywhere. the man didnt bother to speed up either, knowing which store you were going to (you were very predictable, after all).

he also knew that there's a convenient dark alleyway just before you would turn the corner to go to the establishment. unfortunately, this vital piece of information slipped your mind, leaving you completely unaware and unguarded as rough hands yanked you into the darkness.

"mmph-!" you tried to scream, the hand covering your mouth muffling your pleas. even though you worked out and were pretty fit because of your hunter lifestyle, your strength was nothing compared to the man hovering above you, wriggling to no avail.

"shh, kitten. you wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would you?" the older man mocked, relishing in the fear and befuddlement in your eyes. it took a second for you to process that the other man was none other than sylus himself, smirking as you squirmed in his grasp. red eyes bore into yours, filing you with fear that rose every second. why did he have you pinned in some dirty alleyway like a thief? surely it wasn't money he was after.

the leader moved his hand from his mouth to your neck, holding you in place as you gasped for air. "s-sylus? what are you doing here?!" crying out, your body couldn't struggle anymore, so you opted for your hands gripping his wrist and trying to pull it off of your neck. "what does it look like im doing?" he scoffed, leaning in close to your ear.

"im here to see you, of course."

brow furrowing, you looked at him in confusion as you took in your surroundings. "a dark, dingy alleyway?" you thought aloud, looking him up and down. sylus fixed his posture as he looked down at you, your size difference becoming more obvious by the second. "oh, did you want me to come and knock on your door instead? i apologize, sweetie. you should've told me you wanted the big bad leader of onychinus inside your little headquarters." his grin infuriated you as you rolled your eyes.

before you could think of a clever rebuttal, sylus wedged his knee in between your legs, parting them open as his thigh pressed against your crotch. "i-i dont.." you muttered, voice raising in pitch to pair with your nervousness as he kissed your neck. he didn't bother answering your silly questions, simply smiling before biting into your shoulder. you hissed in pain, trying to push him off even more than before.

"you don't what, love?" his voice isn't serious at all for the situation you're in. cold skilled hands fiddled with your zipper, freezing for just a moment before gripping onto your girth. the sensation made you cry out again, unable to hide your face from your attacker, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. sylus coo'ed at your feeble attempts to push him away, unbuttoning and pulling out his own cock to hold against yours.

looking down, the size comparison of his cock against yours made your face feel warm. ""aww, look at you sweetie. you're all bark but no bite." the older man laughed again, fingertip circling the head of your cock as he teased you. you loathed the way you shuddered at his snide remarks, the sound of the bustling city just feet away making you panic again.

you raised your voice, "sylus, this isn't funny anymore, seriously! cut it out!".

the wordless tension spoke volumes.

sylus didn't laugh or comment on your refusal. instead, his grip on your neck only grew tighter, choking you against the wall as his other hand started to make a fist around both of your cocks. "do you see me laughing?" his tone was firm as he squeezed harder on your throat. you couldn't say anything back, choking out a sob as he slowly began to jerk you both off together, a low moan slipping from his lips.

"ive wanted this for so long, kitten. so fucking long." muttering, he continued to grind his hips against yours, the unwanted pleasure making your head spin. "i've had enough watching from afar. i think its finally time i get what i want, right?" he kissed the tip of your ear, toying with the cartilage between his teeth.

unable to believe what was happening, you could only cry out more strings of "please", "stop", "no": all music to sylus's ears. "you don't really want me to stop, right? look at how much your cock is leaking onto mine.." he chuckled lowly again, grabbing the back of your neck to force your gaze downwards.

he wasn't wrong, either - dribbling precum and throbbing the entire session, your dick looked just as eager as sylus's, twitching with every flick of his wrist. it wasn't your fault that sylus was way more experienced compared to you. whining, you shook your head again, trying to close your eyes shut so you wouldn't remember any of this. the outside world was so dangerously close, and anyone could catch you two at any moment. how disgraceful it would be: a well known hunter being caught rubbing cocks with the renowned leader of onychinus. you frowned at the thought, whimpering as sylus went back to kissing your bruised neck.

"you could come with me, yknow. back to the n109 zone, i'd take such good care of you." sylus whispered as he felt himself inch closer to his own release, hand pumping furiously between you two. hot tears streamed down your cheeks, your brain awry with the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and pain. "you could have anything you wanted. you wouldn't have to work another day in your life." he groaned, balls tightening at the thought of his own perverse fantasy, imagining you kept in his bedroom all day just for him to use.

"d-don't, sylus please -" you hiccuped, forehead resting on sylus shoulder as he toyed with you. "im gonna cum," sobbing as you held onto his biceps, not wanting to sink any further against the dirty alleyway wall. with so much teasing and dirty whispers from the other, you couldn't think straight, practically panting in sylus's ear as his hands jerked you both off closer and closer.

growling, sylus slotted his lips against yours, a surprisingly gentle kiss before muttering under his breath. "be a good boy and cum for me then," using your fluids as lube, the squelch of his tight fist jerking off your cock made you spill. moaning loudly, your nails dug into his arm as thick ropes of semen poured out, mixing with his load that came seconds after.

silence filled the space between both of you as you tried to catch your breath. your eyelids felt heavy, leaning onto sylus for full support as he rubbed your back. you couldn't quite process what just happened, brain feeling much too fuzzy for any thinking right now.

perhaps it was a mix of exhaustion from your normal workday and your encounter that made you pass out on the older man's shoulder. nonetheless, he was not going to let this opportunity go to waste. pressing onto the comms headpiece in his ear, sylus spoke as quietly as he could not to disturb you.

"luke, kieran, bring one of the cars to my location. i have a little kitten coming home with me today."

[writer-logbook]

How to improve your writing style : a 5-steps guide.

Intro : I love the 5-steps format, don’t mind me. Again, this essay is based on my personal experience.

Read in different genres. Ok, I know you’ve probably heard this advice more than you can count but did you ask yourself why it is so important ? You probably wonder ‘‘How reading some historical fiction will help me writing my sci-fi novel ?’’ For that simple reason my friend : they meet different purposes. You don’t know how to describe a castle ? It’s okay, historical fiction got your back. Because it aims at something more realistic and accurate, it would tend to be more specific and detailed when it comes to describing clothes, furniture, places and so on. Why ? Because, most of the time, THEY ACTUALLY EXISTED. Take a closer look at how it is done and draw your inspiration from it (but please avoid plagiarism it’s bad - and illegal)

Take notes and CLASSIFY them. To make reading somehow useful, you have to actually make it concious, which means you have to write things down to remember them. When I come across a description I like, I tend to takes notes of the figures of speech that are used and class them, so when I have to write a similar scene, I have an idea of what have been already used, and weither or not it achieved its goal. I am NOT talking about COPY another author’s style !!!! It’s about finding inspiration and new approaches. I also tend to take notes of the new words I wish to incoporate into my writing. The thesaurus is my new bestie.

Rewrite the same scene from different POVs. First of all, it’s fun. And it’s a really good way to spot quirky formulations. For instance, if you describe a ship, the captain’s POV should be different from that of a simple observer. The first one would be naming each part princisely whereas the other would only be admiring the surface without knowing anything. If the caption is the same for both POVs, maybe you should consider write your passage again (or have a good reason, like a strong amateurism for the mere observer). It’s go hand in hand with coherence - but it would be an essay for another time (maybe).

Read your text aloud. I put major emphasis on that one because it’s as underated as reading books for various genres. You have no idea how much we DON’T speak the way we write. Even dialogues are crafted in our stories - so make sure to give them proper attention. (i even read my email aloud but-). I KNOW how cringey it might be as I am doing it MYSELF but the benefits are worth the 35-minutes shame I endure from my own mess. Before you can shine, you have to polish (shout out to the one who said that first if it’s not me).

Take a step back. I strongly advice you to let some time pass before reading your text again and profreading it. It will cast a new light upon your work and with fresh eyes you’d be more likely able to spot what needs to be erased or rephrased.

That’s all for me today. Since I would be entering my proofreading phase for my writing contest, the next essay would probably about proofreading (with examples from my own novel ?). Unless someone wants me to write on a specific subject first.

Gentle reminder that I’m still French and not a native so please forgive my dubious grammar and outrageous mispellings.

[keferon]

Let there be angst. Let Jazz's world crash and burn as he realizes the old Prowl will never be back. The frustration of caregiving for someone you love, watching them go from being fully capable to unable to even clean themselves, their body failing them even as they are forced to exist.

Can Prowl still even feel his hands? Or can he just see them, unknowing of how much pressure he is exerting with them. Have you ever woken up with your hands numb? Unable to feel them even as you flex them, clenching and clenching hoping for that rush of sensation, of warm and cold, of rough and soft. What if you knew that sensation will never come back, that you will never feel your partner gently intertwine heir hands with yours ever again.

Make it hurt as Prowl recovers. Slowly, excruciatingly. Does Prowl's body even recognize empurata as the torture it is? Or will it heal like a bone that was broken. Sometimes fractured bones will heal wrong. It's called malunion and in order to fix it the bone must be broken once again. Will Prowl need to broken again to heal?

Of course he won't ever be like the old Prowl. Mental scars run deep, deeper than his broken frame, deeper than a surgeon's scalpel will ever cut. Some scars will never disappear, never fade, always around to remind him, never letting him forget.

When he gets new hands, if he ever does, will they ache? Will they burn and freeze, shake and chip? They won't be the same afterwards, even if his old, older, hands survive and were given back to him. The scars will remind him. The suffering lack of mobility, of losing the difference between fingers and hands, palms and knuckles. There could be no blemish upon them and yet his joints are stiff, almost immobile, and no amount of doctor's visits could explain why.

Prowl will survive. No doubt about that. But isn't life more than just surviving. What about living? What about thriving?

Prowl will heal, he always does and always will. But there is something to say when a beloved picture frame is more glue and duct tape then wood. It's kept around because no one could bear parting with it.

So yes, Prowl will die. Maybe not in frame, maybe not in mind, but he will die. And there will be someone new. Someone who shares the same body, the same name, the same spark as Prowl. Maybe that being loves Jazz as Prowl oncr did. Or maybe the trauma is too much and that fragile, loving bond of romance was swept away by the wind, embers too cold to ever reignite.

Let it be a bittersweet ending, let there be pain and hurt that will be felt long after the last words are said, the last picture drawn. Let it be known that Prowl didn't walk through hell without scars.

May the sweetness of fluff burn as it is consumed, bleeding citrus on open wounds. Prowl will never be Prowl again but there is a hope, in the long distant future, that he can smile again and can feel his hands once again.

(Short version: angst and fluff please. Hurt and comfort with a bittersweet and ambigous ending. Oh, I also typed this all on my phone w/o autocorrect so I apologize if it turns out weird and words are mispelled.)

H-hey? Hey Anon? I don’t think I will ever be to recover from this.

[fumble-art]

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I'm not great at asking for help, but...

My roommate and I have both been out of work since December and are still struggling to find something new. We're facing the possibility of losing our apartment and cats. We've been living together for over a decade at this point and frankly it would just feel weird to not be, not to mention we don't really have anywhere else to go at this point, so I made a gofundme as a last ditch effort to keep us in our home and all together.

If you can afford to help at all we'd really appreciate it, and if you're not able to donate, please share this at least so we can get it to more people.

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[cheesit-notes]

pervy tf141 x reader (pt2 kinda)

you're hot as fuck; the team knows it, and so do you. and god, you're such a tease about it.

➥ requested by anon!

tags: lowkey nsfw under cut!, fem!reader, sub gaz, sub soap, every tf141 member kinda subby, voyeurism w/ ghost, teasing, reader kinda dom implied, ass and lots of it, reader being a tease, bold reader

a/n: i started at 9pm and ended at 1am and sometime between then and now, i got really tired so sorry for any mispellings, none of my work are ever edited.. my brain isnt quite functioning rn and i want to sleep but thanks for requesting anon, whoever u are ;3

Gaz who’s gets so flustered over how… just how bold you are. god, you’re teasing him with those clothes that just fit your body so, so well. his morals are already questioned when you come in, he couldnt stop imagining you in different positions. but now he doesnt have to imagine! because now, you’re bending over, purposely showing him your plush ass, to pick something up, showing him what you’d look like in certain positions. and my, gaz is a little pervert isnt he? getting hard in the middle of the common area just because you dropped your drink and picked it up. his face is flushed embarrassed and his growing erection sure doesn’t help. quick, someone might enter the room and see his throbbing cock strained against his pants so sit on his lap, tell him to be quiet, and help him out, yeah?

Soap who love the confidence you have, he’s like putty around you.. if you initiate more physical contact with him, specifically touches that can be easily misunderstood if anyone were to see, and he’s practically drooling. has been pushed against the wall by you, his hand pushing up your thigh because he just couldnt help himself, and your lips just mere inches from his. he’s rock hard, you can feel it as you press yourself onto him, and he’s leaking so much precum, its like he pissed himself. yet all this to be interrupted by your dear old Lieutenant Ghost who happened to discover the scene. poor Soap who’s most intimate moment with you just disappeared and left with a throbbing cock, but you seem fine. in fact, you’re smiling cheekily. you whisper to Soap, telling him to wait for you in his barracks before happily walking away like nothing just happened. ah, but Soap can’t wait. he jacks himself off twice, unable to stop. and he’s panting like a dog! it only took you 30 minutes to come to his barracks, but he’s already a sopping mess; sweat dripping down his face, bits of cum splattered on his stomach, and a small pool in between his legs. then you start stroking his soft cock, and he shouldn’t like this. he’s can barely get hard, the overstimulation is so painful to him, but he’s a like a bitch in heat in your hands.

Ghost who gets so fucking hard during team briefings. god, his erection is painfully obvious to anyone who just so much as glanced by that area. he doesnt mean to get hard, its just.. you.. you’re there. right next to him. your ass is within reach, god, and your wearing those tight leggings again. he needs you to blow his poor needy cock off and he needs it bad. he usually wants to at least look decent in front of captain Price. oh, but god, he wouldn’t mind the entire crew watching him get a sloppy blowjob from pretty little you. he wouldnt even mind the entire crew watching him stroke his hard meaty cock if it meant you were watching. leans back and as casually as he can, he droops one arm over you. he’s afraid you might say something, anything, about his off behavior but you don’t; you lean into his touch. one hand so close to touching your tits and the other laid near his crotch. at first, its just little touches while he imagines how your pretty tits would feel, especially in his mouth. but within minutes, hes practically openly palming himself while imagining hes sucking on your tits. his mask is a savior for covering his flushed face. god, and he sees you looking over at him, staring him up and down, and he knows you see his big fat cock pushed against his pants. all you do is give a barely noticeable smile, and look away but he’s already cumming in his pants.

Price who finds your bold personality quite amusing. still calls you a rookie despite you being far from it. it’s a constant game of who can push the other off the edge with the two of you. you’ll visit his office in the later hours of the evening and plop yourself on the edge of his seat. the two of you are having the most mundane conversation, sharing a single chair while the sexual tension is screaming. he’ll move you onto his lap, you’re looking down at him and smiling, he’s looking up at you with a hand gripping your ass. he’s a bold bastard, leaning into your chest, pulling you closer to him until your basically straddling him. god, you’re really pushing his nerves. you should be flustered, an embarrassed mess at his perverted actions. but nooo you’re enjoying yourself, smiling. and lord, he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy your teasing. now, the question is: how many late evening visits will it take for an overnight stay in the office?

[horreurscopes]

it goes without saying that any experience in the west is not comparable to even a fraction of what palestinians are going through, but witnessing violence and cold-blooded murder at this scale through the familiar and intimate lens of social media for weeks on end is traumatizing. it is a horror no other generation of humans has lived through. photography, television... they are at arms-lenght when stacked against reading the desperate, mispelled, parting words of people who were on social media with us, who wrote poetry and shitposted and had opinions on tv, seeing their faces and their blood. i don't know, this is not a "take care of yourself" kind of post. none of us are ever going to be the same. none of us can ever be the same. this is now ours to carry with us through the rest of our lives. we can't harden to it. we can't excise the horror. we have to feel it to hold onto the humanity that is needed for action, because action is the antidote to helplessness.

[82mitsu]

Previously translated pair names that had been posted to Twitter. However corrections had to be made (misinterpretations & an instance of mistranslation), so this is version 2.

Note: This is the only translated thing I will be posting, I am not off hiatus. I had been meaning to archive this before my hiatus, but I also had to fix some things, which is why there was a delay.

Please consult to this post only regarding pair name translations done by me (82mitsu), any other posts or reposts you might see of this chart is the older version. (Previous version has been deleted, but I'm unaware how far the information had spread.)

If any other corrections need to be made, feel free to contact me and I'll make them as soon as possible.

Below follows an extreme lengthy TL note breaking down some pair names, it's a lot of text, so be warned once you unfold the read more.

A lot of research went into these due to 18TRIPs tendency to mix up words, use Gen-Z slang that hasn’t been picked up by everyone yet (or limited to TikTok) and make up their own words (“Omotenashisto” -> “Hospitalister”). I used dictionaries, searched forum results, looked up how people use these words on social media, went TikTok digging, etc.

I tried my best to localize in a way that should make sense even without added context. I only explained the ones that I thought might needed some more back-up in a cultural sense or because it was a specific JPN thing. Thus, not everything has been explained. However, I hope things are clearer compared to the first version that was posted. For Renga & Yukikaze: For ぽゆぽゆ (poyupoyu) there is no definition or anything for this word, but from context clues and digging through how people used it, I deduced that it means something soft and squishy like a plushie or cheeks, so to say. For Renga & Liguang: かりそめの宿縁 (karisome no shukuen) is a Japanese saying about a fated connection of bond that only lasts for a brief moment, but leaves a deep impact on your life. For Renga & Raito: Party is mispelled in the katakana as “paachii” and not the usual “paatii”. Renga has a tendecy to say English words wrong. While “friends” is spelled the correct way, both words have been “mispelled” to drive the point home. For Renga & Kinari: なぁぜなぁぜ (naaze, naaze) is JPN Gen-Z slang from Tiktok. It’s a statement made as an act for complaining, with a bit of sarcasm and irony thrown in at times. Like, “I said I wanna diet but I ate a big meal anyway! なぁぜなぁぜ” or “I’m an idol but I get more anxious doing improv than performances! なぁぜなぁぜ”. Best way I can describe the usage in this context is Renga is throwing a bit of a self-aware tantrum as to why Kinari would correct him. (As mentioned earlier, he isn’t good at English). I guessed a close equivalent would be “nuh-uh”, since that is a dismissal of someone else’s opinion without actual good reason, even if the other person has a point. For Renga & Netaro: まんまん (manman) means “a lot” but I also believe it’s a reference to meatbuns (nikuman). For Kafka & Yodaka: Hanbei is Takenaka Shigeharu, a Japanese samurai from the Sengoku era. He was known for being Toyotomi Hideyoshi’s strategist. For Liguang & Yodaka: 闘牌伝 (touhaiden) is related to Mahjong stuff. 闘牌伝 seems to be an old timey Mahjong video game with RPG elements. Rekka is a fighting game term, and I will quote the website The Fighting Game Glossary by Infil on this: “A type of special move that has multiple stages, as long as you input more commands to continue the sequence. Not all multi-part specials can be called rekkas though; a rekka tends to have exactly three distinct parts and will move your character forward along the ground with each new input.”  For Akuta & Nanaki: They went to the same kindergarten and were grouped together in the “Oden Class”. Japanese kindergartens, from my understanding from researching, tend to have a name for their class, rather than a number. To give an idea what such names could be, in 2019 the website hyenasclubs hosted a poll of most commonly used names for classes, and the top 3 were “baby chick” (hiyoko), “peach” (momo) and “dandelion” (tanpopo). For Akuta & Muneuji: My take on はっけよい輝矢部屋 (hakkeyoi kaguya heya) is a bit of an elaborate bit joking with Princess Kaguya of the Moon (from Tale of the Bamboo Cutter) because I was wondering why they suddenly opted for Muneuji’s last name instead of first. (I might’ve also just overestimated Kaguya Heya being some joke on Kaguya Hime). Hakkeyoi is what a referee shouts at the start of a sumo wrestling match. For Akuta & Ushio: I think ポジティブに腕押し (positive ni ude oshi) is a take on 暖簾に腕押し (noren ni ude oshi) that means something has no effect or is pointless. Lit. it means “pushing a curtain with one's arm”.    For Akuta & Tao: Akuta Nine is a joke on the baseball movie Gyakkyo Nine which is an adaptation of the manga of the same series, I believe. The movie is referred to as GK9, hence I made it AKT9.  For Akuta & Ryui: The original is OYAxKOBU which comes from 親分子分 (oyabunkobun) meaning “boss and his underlings”. Akuta also calls Ryui by “Oyabun”.

For Kiroku & Nanaki: Weebs who watch highschool anime should be familiar with this, but emergency staircase refers to the hallway stairs in a JPN highschool that are sometimes used as chilling out spots by students. For Kiroku & Chihiro: TuRyStA is the clothing brand they wear. 18TRIP has a various selection of clothing brands, which each character having a preference for one or another. For Kiroku & Yodaka: Zhao Yun, as quoted by Wikipedia, “was a military general who lived during the late Eastern Han dynasty and early Three Kingdoms period of China.” For Ushio & Raito: Some heavy freedom was taken with バスボムしゅわリスト (basubamu shuwaristo). After considering how to approach it in the most sensical way, I decided to translate it as “bubblist” due the other options being “hand sign list” or “bubble list”. I thought リスト might function as in -ist, like dentist, artist, guitarist. しゅわ comes from しゅわしゅわ which means bubbly. Although bubblist isn’t not that common, it is sometimes referred to entertainers that do bubble performances (in English). And I think it made more sense than “hand sign list” or “bubble list” to say the least. This was also taking in consideration how 18TRIP, as explained in the intro, gets very creative with its language usage. For Raito & Nagi: Mandarin ducks symbolize “soulmates” of some kind in China. In other words, Mandarin Duck Touring is more along the lines of “Motorcycle touring soulmates”. However, I find the mandarin duck reference and interesting pull compared to just “soulmates”, so it was kept as is. For Kinari & Ryui: “Super Darling Gap Inspection” is more along the original lines. “Gap” in Japanese is usually used in the context of when someone acts one way, but unexpectedly, can act a different way. Ex. A very shy person shows they can be super vulgar, that can be considered a “gap” of some kind. In English, people are more familiar with “gap moe”, thus gap moe was used. For Tao & Nagi: Might be a reference to Yokohama’s Zo-no-hana (Elephant Nose) Park. For Toi & Yodaka: The original is more along the lines of, in the most literal sense, “going around raisins circle (of friends).” Toi likes raisins, but Yodaka doesn’t, so Yodaka passes them onto Toi. I’ve turned into on a play on “sharing is caring” since that’s a common concept in English.

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[verystrxxwberry]

Hello and Merry Christmas, Alex! I hope you have been well and are doing well aswell today❤️ I saw you opened your requests and I have read that Christmas ones have priority (completely understandable), but I wanted to request this little hc of you for whenever you feel like writing it: how would the boys from Eldarya treat a MC who is inexperienced with sex? (virgin or not, is up to you). Like how would they drop hints about it, how would it happen, how supportive would they be, would they talk or be awkward etc. Anyway, thank you so much for everything you’ve already given and still giving us! Have a good day!

ELDARYA; virgin reader (NSFW)

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: NSFW but not heavy, individual headcanons, routes x reader who’s a virgin, long headcanons, first time

↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hii! Thank you for your kind words, I hope you enjoy. I focused on a virgin character so I can do some hcs about their first times with their partners. I didn't check it deeply so there might be mispellings, sorry!

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EZAREL

He found it out before you started dating, and even if it’s a random fact, he somehow kept it in mind. You were whining in the lab about feeling dizzy, about a stomachache, and he playfully asked “are you perhaps pregnant?” to which you answered with “I’m still a virgin, Ez.”

It’s not like he directly asked but oh ok, wow, that’s interesting “useless” information. 

But it became useful when he started dating you. Or more exactly until he is making out with you and is getting more handsy than you’d expect. You didn’t expect him to be so touchy when he was excited, but this elf is full of surprises.

You stopped his hands when they were almost reaching your skin underneath your shirt, clearing your throat a little. “Ezarel, wait…” you muttered, trying to control your breath, “I’m taking this as you’re liking it, but… I’m afraid I’m not as experienced to satisfy you completely.” 

He raises an eyebrow, “being inexperienced doesn’t equal to be boring, you know that, right? We can keep going if you want, and if not then we won’t,” he shrugged. Maybe he had a trouble in his pants, but he would never push you into that situation if you didn’t feel ready.

When you told him that you were ready, he smiled a little bit, not because that’s the answer he wanted, but because you did it for yourself. And he’d like you to enjoy yourself for this new experience.

He would unconsciously take control of the situation to guide you, to caress and kiss every inch of you. 

Ezarel would start by going down on you. Oh, it’s what he is best at. Just to hear the sounds you're capable to make thanks to his mouth and fingers is arousing enough.

Once he achieves to make you come several times, he’d get on top, making sure your lower back is resting over a pillow so it feels better for you. He’d ask for consent before aligning himself and would tell you to warn him of any slight discomfort.

He is so sweet, so patient and gentle that you almost believe the elf you knew has been replaced just for this moment. As he enters and waits for you to adjust to his size, he’d caress your hair to relax you, as well as his lips may find a path to kiss along the skin of your neck. “You’re pretty tight, hun… try to relax a little…”

He would move slower than he’d like so it doesn’t overwhelm you or hurt you very much. He interlocks his fingers with yours, allowing you to squeeze his hands as tight as you need. 

Ezarel makes love. He is slow yet precise, checking your reactions at any moment to detect pain, but he keeps going when he sees and feels that you’re enjoying yourself.

When you’re both done, he immediately carries you to the bathroom and forces you to pee as he prepares a bath for the both of you (so your muscles can relax and aren’t that sore the next day).

He’d make you eat and drink water as he changes the sheets so you both can sleep better and clean.

You might find a little mark on your shoulder, as a very clear sign of his love for you.

NEVRA

It scared you a little to confess your inexperience to him, knowing that he was used to this subject and was far more experienced than you. He has always showed confidence about this womanizer side, when he used to be, even if it was simply a mask. You didn’t fear of being a one-night stand for him since he was your boyfriend, yet you feared making him bored because he’d have to go slower and not straight to the point. Little did you know he’d enjoy it the most to be your first time.

One day you approached at him and shyly asked “Nevra… would it be a problem if I was a virgin?”. And why would it be a problem? He shakes his head, smiling subtly, “not at all, there’s always a first time for everything.”

It makes him feel a little bit greedy.

Nevra enjoys a lot to tease you when you’re cuddling with him, and it would sometimes end up in a heated making out session. Yet it would go further than touching over the clothes or him letting you ride his thigh until you’re exhausted. And you could consider that as a first time… but the clothes were still on.

He wanted to make your first time special so he probably planned when and how would it be. Before it happened, he would have prepared his bedroom with a romantic and intimate environment: sweet scented candles, roses, soft sheets, a bucket of tissues in the nightstand and a bottle of water as well. It would be in a special day, such as your birthday, your anniversary or whatever.

You kinda knew he had something on mind due to the way he acted during the day.

You got really nervous to see the bedroom decorated like this, but it’s alright, he took initiative to kiss you slow and gentle at first before increasing the intensity of it.

Lots of sweet nothing were whispered to your ear during that night. Lots of kisses and reassuring compliments, cheering you to act as bolder as you never dared to. He’d even ask you if you want to be on top or under him, but he’d be completely fine with switching positions during it.

He likes to be equally naked, so whenever he takes your shirt off, he encourages you to do the same with him. And damn he has lost such a wonderful sight for so long.

He uses his fingers to caress your skin, memorize every curve on your body and then to finally explore your insides. His eyes are focused in you and the way you react, with a lovely smile on his face, enjoying himself as much as you’re enjoying the pace of his fingers inside you.

Once his fingers are tired of moving, he’d ask you if he can use his cock next. It was up to you, and he’d actually use lube so it doesn’t hurt much. Will keep a slow and torturous pace, maybe slower than you’d like. He’s a cocky bitch and would like to see you asking for a faster pace so he can make you melt by going faster. He is gonna keep being gentle though, he might go faster but not rougher. 

He is gonna remind you how much he loves you as he reaches the orgasm. He has been too long without feeling this kind of pure, genuine connection. And he loves it as much as he loves you. It is even special for him.

Once you’re both done, he’s gonna carry you to take a warm bath with him and eat something to recover energy. Then cuddle to sleep!

VALKYON 

Isn’t everyone ‘virgin’ from birth until they lose it? It’s pretty natural, and he won’t even need to ask until the time comes. 

Valkyon is incredibly good at setting an intimate mood. His touch grows bolder, and he knows exactly where to touch to make your butterflies intensify on your stomach. By your reactions he can tell that you are getting overwhelmed, so he simply stops and asks, “are you alright? Do you want me to go further?”

Your breathless “yes” does seem doubtful, so he would ask a couple of times more before keep going with it.

Valkyon is pretty experienced with sexual terms, more than Nevra himself. He had spent a bunch of nights killing his free time on others’ beds.

His hands, no matter how big, rough and brusque they seem, his touch is absolutely delicate, terrified of hurting you. Even though it might hurt a little at first just to get pleasure later.

He takes his time worshiping your body, with and without clothes, until you know good enough how stunning you are.

He’d start with simple grinding his hips against your core. Ngl, the moment you felt that bulge against you, you panicked a little. He is a big man, and he’s a little bit thick under his pants. That’s why he wants to make sure you can come from the friction at least once, in case the penetration isn’t possible.

Before penetration he is going to use lube (in case the natural one isn’t enough) and make sure you can get used to his fingers. He mutters every now and now, “do you like it, darling?” just to make sure it is enjoyable for you.

If you dare to take him (or try to, at least) he’d let you ride him so you are in control of the pace. He has no rush, and he wants you to enjoy your first time with him. It is special, and he fears hurting you a lot. Mainly because he can’t guess what might the best pace for you to not hurt you, so he lets you take control of it.

Praises you! He isn’t very talkative during sex, yet he might randomly compliment how good you feel and to take it slowly. He holds your hips firmly, caressing the skin there and guiding you just a little, not wanting to rush you.

Seeing you lose yourself in pleasure is contagious, and he feels like losing apart as well. 

He fills you up with kisses and praises as you are panting heavily from the orgasm, carefully setting you into a more comfortable position. He’d clean you and give you water before cuddling you to sleep. 

Next morning you could shower and change the sheets, but that night he doesn’t want to do anything more than to sleep naked, enjoy of the warmth of your skin and relax with you.

LEIFTAN

Bold of you to assume this guy would be experienced in practice. He has had intimate encounters a couple of times, but the knowledge he has got is mainly from sex education books. So at least he has got the theory.

One day he talked to you about intimacy, and he asked you if you would like to reach that point at some moment in your relationship. 

When you tell him that you’d like to have your first time with him, he almost faints. He’d laugh awkwardly and tell you a small ‘ok…’ but would never dare to take the initiative for it.

It was during one of those lovely baths you both shared together in which you dared to take a step further. He didn’t realize at first how your kisses got more precise and sensual, as well as how your hands wandered through his chest to his abdomen. Yet it made him nervous how your hands seemed to go further and further as he melted in your arms.

His body reacted instinctively to your touch, and he could guess what were you trying, yet he’d look to share eye contact as he directly asks you “do you want to… take this step with me?”, and you were more than sure about it.

Leiftan is more on the submissive side. He can take control of the situation if he sees you lost or doubtful though. He wants to give you the confidence to go forward. Yet expect his cheeks to be as red as a tomato during all that time, it feels like his first time again -even if it isn’t exactly- with the person he loves the most.

He is more than aware that you have to find out what do you like or not during sex, so he is slow, patient and asks constantly for your opinion about certain touch, kiss, pressure and pace.

His skin is very sensitive to each kiss, to every single touch of your hands, and his little whimpers and sighs makes you feel good with yourself.

As you caress his dick, he would slide a hand in between your thighs to return the same pleasure you’re giving to him. The most beautiful sight he has ever seen was you coming on his hand, and he didn’t realize that was what he needed to see to be completely satisfied with his life.

The temperature starts to raise even if the water is getting colder, yet you both get sweaty from the overwhelming senses of your bodies together. The bathtub is small, so he is quite scared of asking you to go further. But you can see the need in his eyes and that moves you to sit in it, to take him in.

The way the compliments fall from his lips is hypnotizing, with his shaky voice and heavy breathing. It might be easy for the both of you to reach your peaks.

Damn, saying that Leiftan was blessed was an understatement. He was almost ascending from how good all of it was. He fills you up with kisses and constant ‘I love you’s and ‘you did amazing’. 

The water of the bath was cold already, so you both had to take a cleaning bath and then go to bed.

As you both cuddle he’d ask what did you like the most and if you felt uncomfortable at any moment. He makes mental notes from that conversation, so next time is better!

LANCE

He never asked you about it, and didn’t even think about asking. It was more like he finds out when you pulled out the subject of sex and you two talked about agreeing to have it or not in your relationship. You both even established a safe word already for the day it comes. You also told him about being virgin and it didn’t change much except the fact that he was more protective about you.

Lance has had his night stands in the past, but normally did it to relief his stress, not because he felt any deep connection with any of those people. But with you? It would be definitely different and more special.

He’s pretty good at foreplay and attempts to make you needy with all the attention he gives to you over your clothes, and even teasing just a little underneath.

He is talkative in the teasing way. He has never been someone’s first time, but he will make sure you get a great experience from it. He might try to be more gentle with his words as well.

He holds to your likings and quickly picks up what makes you uncomfortable to cease it immediately. His hands are never still, checking which places are safe to touch and which ones are more ticklish to tease.

You might end up sitting on his lap. He is a big man, not as his brother, but he is on the longer side. Lance might fear his greed controls his mind during the moment, because he gets eager when he is turned on and your gentleness and lack of experience makes him quite excited.

He lets you set the pace you need to get used to his size, and he might grip the sheets tightly to not buck his hips as you ride him. Or at least not at first. He might get proud of your confidence to bounce up and down his cock with the pass of minutes, the tight embrace of your walls making him more and more eager. Then he’d thrust up, letting you feel him deeper. Obviously he’d stop if he saw any painful expression, but seeing you liked it, he kept going.

He gets a little bit cocky when you reach your orgasm, letting you rest for a little over him, caressing your thighs with extreme care as he kisses your neck gently. Lance has got a good stamina, and he can last for rounds. He’d offer you if you want to go for another round, or you want to rest, whatever you choose is respected, naturally.

When you accepted to go for another round, he switched positions and placed himself over you. With more confidence he’d guide his dick to caress your insides quickly, receiving the delicious squeeze of your walls now and then. You both were too lost in the pleasure to care about the sounds you made, and he wouldn’t complain of hearing you lose your mind at all. He is enjoying his show and you too, no one else matters at that moment.

You might end up exhausted, your thighs trembling as they’ve never done before and feeling too sleepy to clean yourself. Don’t worry, Lance’s got you. He might clean yourself and himself and then hug you.

He’s not used to aftercare, but you were his significant other, his partner, and he loves you deeply. So he is gonna get used to aftercare from now on. He might massage your thighs, shoulders and finally your scalp, placing your head over his chest so you can sleep on his arms.

Next morning you’d wake up with the great surprise of breakfast in bed, so yeah, he’s also such a gentleman every now and then :).

MATHIEU

He might be as well. Sure, he has had partners before and some intimate moments, but it never reached to anything else than grinding through clothes. He has read mangas, fanfics and even seen videos on internet where the sexual content was the main focus… And he had told you this with no fear, adding at the end that he’s still a virgin though.

You wanted to say “normal lol” but you simply said “me too,” thing that made him quite excited. Mathieu believed that being each others’ first time would be very romantic!

But when the moment comes and he finds himself undressing you, he is a mess of anxiety and thoughts wondering if he’d do good enough for you. He is more nervous that you are and at some point you wonder if he’s the one that needs to stop. But he really wants to go forward!

He grips at your clothes as he kisses the skin he has already exposed, he is so impressed by how good you look. His heartbeat was so quick he believed it would explode. 

You’d need to slow him down because he is eager to discover all the places your clothes had covered from him.

Mathieu would love to receive praising as well during his first time, also to reassure him that he is doing a great job at pleasing you.

During that night you both shared some laughs from nervousness and clumsy acts, such as him hitting his head against the headboard, or accidentally bumping his nose against yours, or not being able to take out his own shirt properly. That laugh makes it more casual for you both though, helping to ease the nervousness.

He has read that fingering is the easiest way to prepare a hole you’re gonna enter, so he’d use them. To your luck, he was somehow very good at the angling of his fingers, the pace, and he seemed to know when to curl them up towards the sweet spot. Your reactions might be more than enough to make him cum by accident.

He was so nervous to enter that he needed your reassurance, he needed to hear that you were really sure about having another bone inside your body. The moment he starts pushing inside, you can see how he almost falls over you from the way he trembled. “Oh shit, you’re so tight…” he’d mutter with a huskier voice than usual, trying to keep his balance with his arms at both sides of your head.

Mathieu really tries to control himself, pushing in and out slowly as he presses his lips against your head, practically embracing you. He is eager, but he is very scared of hurting you. Any slight pain and he is on his knees, apologizing and crying for you.

No but you both achieve to make your first time very special for each other. There are a lot of emotions, a lot of caresses, kisses…

He’d let you go clean yourself as he changes the sheets to cleaner ones, then he’d also go to clean himself and finally the best part: Cuddles!

When you asked him how did he know to use his fingers that way he simply said that he consulted it long ago in wikihow and studied it in case he’d have sex with his last partners. Spoiler, he didn’t.

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[queencaramilflinda]

I made an updated version of the Fantasy High family tree/relationship chart as of episode 13 of Junior Year. I will update as the season continues. Details about methodology/FAQ under the cut.

Methodology/FAQ:

I use the term dating extremely loosely. People who have hooked up or just said casually they were dating even if only vaguely true were included under this category for simplicity.

"You forgot XYZ" I left out a few specific types of people (described below), but if there is anyone who falls outside of these categories that I forgot feel free to lmk!

I only included relationships that were explicitly canon. Nothing only implied or hinted at was charted

I did not include any relationships that are one off comments or bits that were never followed up on

I did not include any relationships with weird consent issues (I.E. Fig and the adult men she kissed or Riz and Baron)

Tertiary characters (such as the parents of NPC significant others) were not included due to distance from main family tree and wanting to keep the diagram from getting too cluttered

Sklonda and Gorthalax have not been mentioned to be dating within junior year as far as I can remember, so I put a question mark between them

I KNOW I MISPELLED DIGBYS NAME I AM SORRY