#I don't want to be harsh or mean but I needed to get this out of my chest

[hitomisuzuya]

hiiii, hope you're well. mean scara with needy bunny!hybrid reader pls pls pls?

fatui!scaramouche x bunny!hybrid fem!reader. smut. blow job. creampie. harsh degradation. mean!scaramouche. ear pulling. brief masturbation.

I hope you are doing well too🥺 Please take of yourself. writing this makes me want to write mean!archon scara😳

scaramouche knew you are in heat. he told you to be a good girl and wait for him to finish working, but you couldn't help it. you really, really, really wanted to worship him. your pussy clenched at the thought of him impaling you on his cock right here in his office.

sighing, he looked down at you on your knees underneath his desk. you are nuzzling your cheek on his thigh, your lithe little tongue sweeping out to lick the outline of his cock through his shorts. "i told you to wait for me, slut," he growled, sending a shiver up your spine and right down to your throbbing clit.

your ears drooped with arousal, your cheeks flushing as you look up at him with eager eyes. "just let me suck your cock a little, pretty please," you whined, making his cock pulse. you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation.

scaramouche put a hand on your head, moving it towards his cock. "so needy, such a nuisance. suck," he hissed, unbuttoning his shorts. he felt his ego absolutely stretch seeing the way your pretty eyes lit up.

your fingers are already scrambling to take his cock out. grasping his dick, you kitten licked the precum leaking from the head. he sighed shakily as you prodded your tongue in the slit, drool rolling down his cock and onto his shorts.

"quite teasing me, whore," he groaned, grabbing a hold of both your ears. you whimpered in pleasure as he pulled on them, keeping his other hand on the back of your head as he bullied his cock into your mouth.

"fuck, i should've used your mouth a long time ago," he moaned, his hand tightening on your ears as your mouth sucked warm and eager. "how was i supposed to concentrate with you drooling on my cock under my desk," he bobbed your mouth up and down, his cock pulsing on your tongue from how utterly pliable your throat feels.

you muffled moans on his cock, gagging softly as he hit the back of your throat. you reached between your legs and nudged your panties aside. he smirked seeing how turned on you were getting while he abused your throat, playing with your clit and pushing your fingers against your drooling hole . "don't you dare make yourself cum on your fingers," his hand tightened on your ears to remind you of your place.

your eyes were begging him to cum down your throat, but scaramouche has other ideas. you look so fucking cute whimpering with his cock stuffed in your mouth. "needy bunny sluts need to be punished," he pulled your mouth off his cock by your ears. a string of salvia connected your tongue with the tip.

"panties off, and bend over," he commanded as you scrambled to your feet. his indigo eyes followed your hands as you peeled your panties off. he yanked your shirt and your bra down off your breasts, roughly turning you around and bending you over his desk.

the full weight of his dominance made more wet pool onto your creamy cunt. your walls clenched around nothing as his hand came down across your ass before parting your folds. "what a good girl, making yourself so wet for me," you mewled as his fingers pinched and rubbed your clit, eagerly trying to grind back against them.

giving your clit a wet flick, he grasped his cock and pushed it inside of you. the way it abruptly stretched you apart apart made your toes curl, a cry of pleasure tearing from your throat as he bottomed out.

his knees nearly buckled at how good it felt to stretch you apart, fucking his cock so deep into you that your body quaked as his cockhead kissed your sweet spot. the jarring jolts of pleasure reminded you of how badly you needed it.

"does it feel good, my cute bunny slut?" he moaned, grabbing your ears and lifting your head up off his desk. your walls immediately clenched hearing such loving degradation. the sound of his hips smacking into yours accompanied the wet squelching noises his cock made as he pumped it in and out of your puffy pussy.

"yes! yes, i'm gonna cum!" you whimpered, curving your back in and pushing back against his cock. you are practically limp bent over his desk, drooling and barely able to keep up with the bursts of pleasure, your orgasm building up tighter and tighter each time his cock head burrowed against your sweet spot.

pinching your clit, one good flick was all it took to make you cum on his cock. you were sure you didn't even hear your own sob tinged moans of pleasure at first the pleasure burst so strong through you. your heats were always so hard on you. only scaramouuche knew how to take care of you.

"look at you shake," he moaned, "pathetic," despite having just creamed hard on his cock, your pussy still squeezed so deliciously tight hearing how mean he sounded. the sensation made his cock empty milky ribbons of cum inside of you.

to your delight, he left his cock sheathed inside of you as he pulled your head up off his desk by your ears again, promising that if you were a good girl and waited for him, he would breed you fuller later.

[yanderefarm]

Ok there's vampire ares, but what about vampire or even pet Achilles, sadistic vampire reader who holds very popular "parties" where all the guests drink, have sex, and watch reader torture humans and vampires alike, maybe even add a casino element with people placing bets on who will scream loudest, last the longest without passing out, etc

cw;; blood drinking, blood, dehumanization, torture, needles, drugs

i was possessed to write this. i love this whole concept so much.

some vampires are kind to humans, they remember their own humanity and treat humans with care like domestic animals. some vampires have either forgotten or abandoned their original humanity in favour of making the weak suffer. and with modern technologies it's easier to push these humans to the absolute breaking point.

you're not so cruel as to hate humans, they make you money and entertain you after all, but you do enjoy hearing a human's will break. that's why you have your nightclub, an underground place where deranged perverts go to torture humans. human pets who were abandoned, human uprising activists, a greedy blood bank employee, a misbehaving human cattle, anything you wanted could be found right here. it was a demon's slice of heaven and the humans pit of hell.

you were enjoying the screams of the damned from your vip seat, blood wine in hand and two of the most sadistic female vampires you knew on your arms. they knew staying near you would mean they got a taste of the best humans to break. one of your usual suppliers approached your seat with 3 humans following behind him. two of them were clearly pets, numbers written on their faces to signify lot numbers, while the third and most beautiful wasn't marked or scarred he looked out of place.

"this was their last day on the auction. no one wants em so-"

"what about him."

the other vampire looks back at the pretty boy and sighs.

"he's a return. his owner complained he doesn't talk, doesn't scream, doesn't even get afraid."

your eyebrow raised in curiosity. you took his chain from the man, yanking the beautiful man closer to you.

"what's your name?"

"i told you he doesn't talk, sir. dunno how mu-"

"achilles."

his pretty voice was like honey. your supplier looked at him shocked while a smirk crossed your lips. you sat up fully intrigued by your new beautiful guest.

"achilles~ how come you're here and not being pampered and adored by one of the nice guys?"

"because I'm too beautiful to waste on them."

you laughed at that, the other vampires sheepishly joining in. as your laughter died you pulled him down to your level by his chain. your cold fingers gently brushed some of his pretty red curls out of his face.

"is that what the one who abandoned you said? or do you really believe it?"

it was amusing how naturally his stoic face leaned into your gentle touch.

"he told me that. he also said beautiful things, like me, look best when we're screaming and crying."

as if to punctuate his cold delivery you could hear a harsh thwack followed by a human's sobbing screams. you ran your thumb over his soft skin down to his pretty lips.

"that's why you didn't scream for him right? wouldn't make a noise, wouldn't cry. no, not you. you won't let these sick vampire bastards win. am i close?"

"i need to get home to my family. nothing he did to me was so unbearable that i couldn't endure for them."

your sadistic smirk turned to a genuine smile as you looked him over.

"... I'll make you a deal. you show me your worth and I'll protect your family."

he remained quiet contemplating it for a minute.

"if my worth is screaming and being in pain i don't know how well i can preform."

you let out a huff in amusement.

"don't worry I'll take care of your suffering if you agree to this."

"i would like to talk more about the terms but i just have to prove to you i have some value? is that correct?"

"that's correct."

"will any value be sufficient even if it's not what you're picturing?"

"hmmm... yes. even if your only value is your blood or your good looks. i still hope you'll endeavor to show me more than that, though."

"so i succeed by simply agreeing. you just hope to motivate me to be pushed to the edge?"

"yes. that's right. so, do you agree?"

"i agree."

you paid the supplier for all three of them, leaving the lesser two to the female vampires by your side. they both went about feeding on their new toys first while you sat achilles in your lap.

after a short while of just sitting there a waiter came up to you with a silver platter. in the middle of the platter was a syringe filled with a hot pink liquid. achilles eyed it, clearly intimidated by the sight but there was nothing he could do to stop you from picking it up. your other hand grabbed his jaw roughly, forcing his lips to purse.

"open."

he hesitated before he opened his mouth.

"tongue out."

his pretty wet tongue slipped out of his mouth giving him a slutty look there in your hands. pretty boy. you released his jaw but he kept his mouth open like a good boy. you tapped the syringe twice before bringing the sharp tip to his outstretched tongue. you didn't hesitate even as he flinched, plunging the whole thing into his tongue.

one of the girls looked at you both with wide eyes. "the whole thing??"

you gently removed the needle and placed it back on the silver platter, dismissing the waiter.

"what was it...?"

"if he's going to be amusing he'll need the whole thing. now get up and strip."

achilles hesitated again, his body actually frozen as he stood there brow furrowed. you let out a heavy sigh and began to unbutton his shirt.

"what... was it...?"

"it was something that will make you feel good. it makes your whole body sensitive."

you pulled his shirt down over his shoulders and discarded it to the side.

"is it dangerous to use all of it..."

"no. it'll just hit you really hard. it's ok, I'll take care of you but you do need to do exactly as I say. now take your pants off."

he stood up doing as you ordered with his cold face. he went to sit in your lap again but instead you lead him to the side of the couch and told him to stand there with his hands behind his back. he could feel everyone in the club staring at his naked body and you noticed his soft cock twitch slightly. you smirked before giving him a quick kiss and returning to your seat.

it took about 20 minutes before you finally heard a sound from achilles. you'd just been sharing one of the other pets, indulging in the free blood, when you heard the softest sluttiest whimper you've ever heard. you looked over to see your forgotten game with his entire body flushed and his cock stiff and leaking. he was clearly trying to stand still but even the slightest bit of breeze made him squirm and flinch. your eyes widened and your hunger that had been successfully satisfied so far tonight was like a fresh tidal wave. you needed to sink your fangs into him. you needed him screaming.

you got up abandoning everything too transfixed on your pretty toy to care. your breath was hitched when you reached inches from his wanting body, your fingers hovered over his skin. he looked over at you his stoic face now red and his eyes had hearts in them. he was like a masterpiece of want and desire you didn't even want to touch him for fear of ruining his perfect body. you hesitantly ran your fingers over his soft pink lips and a sultry moan flowed from his lips like honey.

everyone in the club was staring at you both now. everyone wanted this pretty piece of ass. you felt an odd twinge of jealousy and possessiveness strike. you pulled your hand away from your toy's lips instead grabbing his wrist roughly. god he let out another slutty moan. you couldn't stand that everyone could hear him. you started dragging him forcefully to your private room. as you did you noticed his feet struggling to keep up with your quick steps. you surprised yourself when you slowed down and matched his pace.

god you were already whipped for this pretty human.

as soon as you were in the private room you shoved him into the door, your mouth swallowing his slutty moans with a passionate kiss. his whole sensitive body twitched and jerked as his cock spilled cum onto his stomach. fuck. you pulled away to look at his mess leaving him gasping for air. he looked down as he tried to compose himself and the sight of his stomach covered in cum made him whimper. fuck.

you slammed your hand over his mouth hitting his head against the door.

"you're gonna fucking scream."

[likesomanywrecksdo]

blitzø and his relationship with masculinity in ghostfuckers

Obviously blitzø has this bulletproof, as millie said, facade he puts up but deep down there is this fear that if he opens, he will get laughed at if he opens up to anybody. Blitzø's relationship with his masculinity is extremely fragile. Now knowing cash beat him, it makes sense to assume that the feeling of helplessness he experience from his dad's abuse made him always have to feel invincible. Over time, this solidified into him having to be overly harsh and brash (downplaying moxxie's achievements). This facade, in his mind, became all anyone in his life has ever known (unaware that the cracks in this very facade is what makes people more drawn to him anyway). He believes it is expected of him to keep it up no matter what, the specific types of jokes he cracks, the type of digs he makes at moxxie, and of course, his feelings.

This whole episode has been blitzø trying to deny his feelings whne they are SO fucking obvious to everyone in his life. With the hypersexualizing of the mission, he is trying to erase the perception from millie's mind that he is "moping" and just revert back to what everyone expects of him. He really doesn't need to hide how shitty he's feeling, he obviously doesn't want to either but he HAS to because these practices are so ingrained into his mind he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

In the flashback, he gets so pissed that millie even brought up the notion that they don't deserve all this. In reality, blitzø was probably thinking the exact same thing but hearing it voiced out in the open immediately triggered his need to reaffirm that he is the least insecure and most masculine and confident person ever.

When Rolando traps him in the abandoned movie theatre and makes him watch every single moment where he has ever felt inferior or insecure, this issue is mentally brought to the forefront of everything. Everything he had been running from for 15+ years he is being forced to confront and he is chained down having to deal with the fact that there is some slimy infestor demons weeding through his darkest moments and choosing which one would sting blitzø worst. He can't speak, he can't move, he can't do anything except stay paralysed in that spot, Rolando wants him to come to terms with the fact that no matter how successful he is, if you are vunerable enough to share your trauma? That is all people will see you as. Weak.

And then there's the root of it all.

Cash Buckzo.

The man that taught him that violence is masculinity. The man that never once even thought of displaying empathy or vulnerability as blitzø's ONLY male role model throughout his childhood. Blitzø toxic masculinity mindset is all subconsciously so he can appease his father. It's why he makes fun of Moxxie, because his relationship with masculinity is so fucked that when he sees somebody that isn't conforming to typical gender norms he has been taught, he has to drag them down in an effort to convince his mind to keep perpetuating this facade because other what was all his suffering for? He could at least be the son his father wanted. The memory of Cash's outbursts still make him flinch, no matter how successful he is he can't escape the cycle of wanting to please his dad.

why he loves stolas

of course I have to make this about stolitz, who do you think i am?

ANYWAY. As I said before, blitzø's only male role model throughout his life was Cash, violent, angry Cash. That was until Stolas came along. Stolas altered blitzø's entire brain chemistry regarding masculinity because here is the most powerful person blitzø has ever met and actually formed a relationship (IT WAS NOT A BREAKUP copium goes hard btw) with and he's.......a bottom?

Nah but really, it's no shocker that Stolas displays more classically "feminine" (whatever that means) traits, which he has been taken advantage of by paimon, stella and likely other memebers of the Ars Goetia but blitzø sees Stolas' masculinity completely differently. Power dynamic or no, blitzø looks up to Stolas, likely because of how different he is from the men that blitzø has met before, including Cash. This paired with the fact that Stolas is not weak by ANY means, blitzø has seen firsthand how strong he is (blitzø is yet to witness stolas' mental strength but when he does i will be screaming and crying) and that is what attracts blitzø to stolas. Stolas was able to do what blitzø never could and break the cycle of toxic masculinity.

[lukalnst]

I have 2 requests if you dont mind. 1) their reaction to receive flowers. 2)making them pick a number from 1 to 50 and kissing them to that number. (You can do any character if it gives you ideas.✨)(Alien stage) I think there are 4 requests, feel free to reject them.💗

ALIEN STAGE CHARACTER REACTIONS TO GIVING THEM FLOWERS + KISSING

Includes: Mizi, Ivan, Till / Gender neutral pronouns for reader / Fluff / Kisses / Gift giving

Mizi

"You — You really got these for me?"

She is pretty flustered by your gift. She has received flowers in the past on a few occasions, but it didn't mean that much to her; however, you had gotten those for her!

She tries to get you a gift back as soon as she can!

She will maybe try to ask for what you'd like (which she would try to do subtly, but fail miserably at it), and then gift you the things that you asked for.

Chocolates? Flowers? Plushies? Just ask for it!

As for the kisses, I'm pretty sure she'd be flustered by your first kiss with her.

She was a bit awkward when doing it, yes, but she tried her best!

As for the kissing number thing – she chose a number somewhere around 20~.

You can imagine her face when you kissed her around 20 times!

She's not complaining, though.

"Mizi! I got these for you!" You said, practically shoving the flowers in her face. She was a bit taken aback, but she hesitantly took them.

"You got these for me? Why – why?" She managed to stutter out. She was a bit confused, but she wasn't upset. Was it your anniversary and she had forgotten? Did she forget her own birthday?

You just smiled at her. "Well, because I love you!" You beamed out. Now, her face had warmed up slightly and also had a pink blush covering her cheeks.

"I... love you too."

Ivan

He had gotten flowers for you in the past on many occasions but never expected you to do the same.

"You... you don't have to."

He wasn't upset – just confused at why you would get anything for him. He hadn't done anything particularly great, so there wasn't any need to gift him anything.

Ivan was about to speak again when he simply got interrupted by your question. Choose a number? Odd, he chose 35 though.

Oh, the way he got embarrassed after each kiss was nearly adorable.

Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah.

He didn't want to admit to this, but he loved each time you kissed him. He was quite disappointed when you finished, though. For him, this should've lasted 5 hours at least.

Ivan was quick to return the favor! Gently holding your face in his hands, he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

He was... so gentle with it, too. His touch was feather light, and the way his lips brushed against yours was so soft.

"I love you," he whispered.

Till

Flowers...? had someone died and he just wasn't aware of it?

He was reluctant to take them at first, he looked around to make sure there was no one around and then took them.

He didn't want to admit this either, but he appreciated everything you did for him.

"Idiot. You don't have to," his words would be harsh to basically anyone who didn't know him, but you knew those words lacked any real meaning.

He grabbed your hand and took you to a secluded place, making sure that no one would see any of you.

Hesitant, he kissed your cheek.

How absolutely adorable.

You asked him to choose a number from 1 to 50, and he chose the highest; 50.

He didn't have anything to loose anyway...

You can imagine his reaction when you kissed him nearly 50 times.

By the time you were about to finish, he pushed you away, his face being practically beet red, and he gently brushed his hand over the places where you had kissed him on.

"Don't – don't do that in public!" He reprimanded you.

Secretly, he enjoyed each kiss.

"Stop– stop doing that!" He protested as you placed your lips against his face once again. He didn't hate those kisses – it was pretty much the opposite.

But what if someone saw you both? They'd definitely tease him about it.

Even though he was deeply embarrassed, he softly kissed your lips and then just hoped it was enough to keep you satisfied.

"Freak," he stuttered out.

[beef-brisket]

Charlie and Lucifer talked, chatting about what to say and how to handle the angels. Adam stood back, tense. He doesn't know ow what's going to happen, who he's going to see.

There was a flash of light, and Charlie and Lucifer gasped.

Charlie: M-Mom...?

Lucifer: Lilith...

Lucifer gripped his wedding ring, and he saw that Lilith was wearing hers. He felt his heart fluttee as she smiled at them both. Quickly opening her arms as Charlie ran to her, she smiled down at Lucifer and held his land.

Adam didn't move, even when her eyes fell to him.

Lilith: I'll catch up with you two soon, yes? I have some business with Adam to discuss.

Her voice got harsh when she mentioned Adam. Charlie was confused as to why she'd want to see him, but she didn't complain as the two walked into another meeting room.

Charlie: ...Dad?

Lucifer: On it, sweetie.

Lucifer spawned a clone, and it shape shifted into a snake. It quickly followed the two, hiding itself quickly.

Lucifer: Alright. Are you ready?

Charlie: Yes, dad. I'm ready.

Lilith: Have a seat.

Adam did as he was told, his eyes never leaving Lilith.

Lilith: So! I heard from a little one armed birdie that extermination didn't go too well? My poor, sweet ex-husband fell to an angelic blade. Poor darling. Just when we were starting to fix our relationship!

Lilith sat down across from Adam. She had that damn smile on her face, Adam learnt a long time ago it was best not to get Lilith get to him. All she's after is a reaction.

Lilith: Now, I'm here to make some additions to our deal~. And don't worry, they will benefit both of us!

Adam: And what additions are those?

Lilith: As much as I love my daughter, I can't let this whole hotel thing go ahead. I have a deal with Heaven, you see? And in wake of my poor ex-husband's death, I am to prevent anymore "redeemed" souls to enter Heaven.

Adam: ...wait, anymore? What do you mean?

Lilith: Oh, I suppose I should tell you, seeing a you won't find out with my darling Lucifer and my sweet Charlotte. A sould from Hell has arrived in Heaven. A snake, I believe.

Adam: Sir Pentious?

Lilith: Yes, that sounds like him! Well, if you know of him, then the rumors are true. He was a sinner. How interesting. But, unfortunately, you need to put a stop to this whole redemption business!

Adam: Me? I... that'll be going against Lucifer-

Lilith: Who?

Adam: -T-The king. What could I even do-?

Lilith: I'm so glad you asked! First, you are to pull your "workers" out of there. Then, get rid of that pornstar, I don't care if you have to get that damn moth to finally enforce his will. Just get rid of him.

Adam: I... no. No, I can't... I won't, they mean too much-

Lilith: To you? Oh, please, Adam. If they knew who you really were, they'd throw you to the streets quicker than you could snap your fingers. And you wouldn't want to lose your power, would you? I'm sure there's a lot of sinner that soukd love to get their hands on you, again~.

Adam cringed, thinking about those early days in Hell. When he looked up, Lilith was next to him.

Lilith: I'll give you more power, of course. It's not like you have a choice, is it?

Adam flinched as his purple collar was summoned. With a harsh tug, he was forced out of his seat and onto the floor.

He glanced and saw a small, white snake looking at him. His heart broke, and now Lucifer knew. He was already dead.

He winced as his leash was pulled, making him sit on his knees. Lilith gripped his chin, and made him look at her.

Lilith: I'll give you more power, and you permanently destroy my daughters hotel. Understood?

Adam: ...I can't! I-I care for them- I-!

Lilith: You?! Care!? HA! I thought you were the radio demon? Known for torturing and devouring all in the Pride ring! You have no heart, Adam. Don't pretend that you do~. Now. You. Do. Understand?

Adam: ...N-No-

Lilith: Don't make me punish you, Adam. I have many interested parties that would love a chance and tasting you~.

Adam flinched: I-I understand- I'll d-do it...

Lilith: Good boy~. Now, open up~.

Adam hates this part.

Lilith leaned down and kissed him. Her power floods into his very angelic soul. Purple veins cracked his skin, making poison drip from the wound. It all burned.

Lilith: Done! Now, be a good boy, and fix yourself up- oh, and tell my darling husband and daughter that I'll catch up another time~.

Before Adam could say anything, she disappeared.

Adam could feel the tears fall from his eyes.

Adam: ...I-I'm sorry...

Lowkey want an au where Adam has Alastors' powers.

The tentacles

The eyes

The changing size

The shadows

The sass

The deal making

Him owning Husk and Nifty

The musical numbers

The radio control

The tentacles- have I mentioned that before?

The rivalry with Lucifer

Maybe he replaces Alastor entirely. No Alastor. Only Adam. It's always been Adam.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

Only Adam lol This is good! His Husk and Nifty could be Lute and Peter.

He doesn't have to smile all the time does he?

Yessss, and he plays rock instead of jazz lol And yes of course there is a rivalry lol

[pokemonshelterstories]

hey! do you have any ideas on how to get my family to see that I don't want a pokemon? pretty much all of my family members have at least one of two pokemon and recently they've been pestering me about getting one. I know they're just worried about me (I recently moved out on my own and I am admittedly kind of bad about getting enough human contact so I think they think that a pokemon would be good for me) but I honestly have enough trouble keeping myself + my plants alive. I wouldn't want to take in a pokemon without being sure that I would be able to take care of them properly. lately they've been getting more pushy about it, and I'm getting kind of worried they're going to try and gift one to me. I would feel bad about rehoming or giving up whatever pokemon they give me, so I'd prefer to stop this whole thing before it gets to that point. any advice?

i think the best thing to do in this situation is to be completely honest with them and let them know that, if they give you a pokemon, you're going to take it to a shelter ASAP. don't give any room for doubt by saying things like "i probably won't keep it" or indicate that it would depend on how difficult the pokemon is to care for. make it very clear that, no matter what pokemon it is, it's getting rehomed. that may sound harsh to say to family members, but the clearer you are from the start, the less likely that you'll be saddled with a pokemon you have to find a home for. if you live in an apartment, invent a rule about pokemon not being allowed if you have to.

you can always tell them that you'll ask them for advice on what would be good first-time pokemon when you're ready to own one, if you want to soften the blow a little bit. but when it comes to taking care of a living being, you're right that you should be as prepared for it as possible, especially given the capabilities some "beginner-friendly" pokemon have. even starter pokemon handed out to some new trainers have the ability to do things like start fires or damage furniture with plant growth! and pokemon's needs are so widely varied that you really can't go into caring for one blind and expect that it'll go well. as for your family...it seems like they really do mean well. maybe you can help ease their worries about you by talking about some hobbies you've picked up or some other form of self-care you're doing?

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[julietasgf]

not tagging this and DEFINITELY deleting later (fr this time), but personally I just can't feel comfortable writing a fluffy dynamic between a heavily bigoted character x character from the group they hatecrime, but that's just me I guess

[vintagerobin]

...might just be that I'm kind of down right now already, but idk. The idea that none out of all of the many people Dick has worked so hard to build relationships with over the years would be able to understand, not even his closest friends, is depressing to me moreso than interesting. It makes me sad for both of them really. Like they're both odd people already and all of their friends know that - and this is the one thing that no one can wrap their heads around?

[doubledyke]

Once I head someone say Sarah is the only really necessary or meaningful female character, and that Nazz and the Kankers are pretty much disposable; ''Nazz has no personality, and the Kankers are absent from 50% of episodes and are just a Diabolous ex-machina ending when they appear. The could work very well without any of them.''

What do you think of this?

are they implying that she's only "meaningful" because she's related to ed? because...yikes dog. sarah serves a pretty similar role to the kankers in that she foils the scams and pranks and acts as an obstacle and/or deterrent. an antagonist. but the way they fulfill the role and the reaction they get from the eds are different in ways that i'm too lazy to get into at the moment.

now i could genuinely be missing something because i've never taken a class on media analysis or whatever the fuck, but i truly don't get what people mean when they say nazz is uniquely lacking in personality. i'm not saying eene has excellent, fleshed out female characters, but some people act as if 1) any of the non-eds have highly complex personalities that are explored canonically 2) being kind, outgoing, flirtatious, sporty, etc. aren't personality traits. just because someone doesn't like her personality doesn't mean it doesn't exist. and we know just as much, if not more about nazz's interests than we do the kankers. or jonny: he likes wood, is laid back and seems to enjoy superheroes. or kevin: he likes bmx. he's a bully. he has a crush on nazz. he's buds with rolf, whose backstory we probably know the most about after the eds (maybe even more?). then there's jimmy who lowkey has a great, complex personality.

seems like since nazz is pretty, is into stereotypically "girly" things and is nice, people consider her a "bad" (female) character. which to me is hilarious and ironic. these are the same people who call the kankers "evil". like okay... 😂

this idea that all female characters are supposed to be virtuous geniuses... it's a show about 3 dumbass preteen boys. there are tons of female-led shows available out there, and female main characters galore. these people should go watch em. seriously. im tired of hearing about it frankly.

oh and if edd was canonically a girl, people would hate her and call her a mary sue 👍

[scorndotexe]

genuinely sorry about all the dndposting recently it hasn't even been interesting but i'm so desperate to dm. i've got storytelling skills!!! i've got improv skills!!! i want to build a story around characters!!! i want to see what players do with what i give them!!!

[randomfoggytiger]

No Drama: Just Clearing Up Some Misconceptions

For the past few weeks, I've noticed that a few gif making blogs have been blocking me from seeing their posts... and I had my suspicions but didn't want to assume anything.

I'm crushed (no joke) to report my suspicions were correct.

A few weeks? months? ago, @jewish-mulder and I had an exchange which i thought was completely bantery and in good faith, see post here to determine for yourselves. The context was laughing over screenshots from DD's old skit with Gary Shandling. Anna/jewish-mulder read it through a bisexual lens-- which is a-okay to me! (the exchange is still in my archives here, for reference.) I saw it through DD and Gary's original intent-- Gary accidentally interpreting DD's actions as sexual interest rather than DD being a Weird Man TM; which is really funny to me. Regardless, either way is hilarious.

Soon after our exchange, I returned to the post to see if my last comment was responded to... and found the comments muted. Immediately after that, I noticed I could no longer reblog her gifs. Which... hurt; because, frankly, I was one of the mutuals that foamed over her new creations and supported (still do) her when she was debating putting watermarks on her gifs (because theft is revolting; and she has every right to protect her property.)

I had a prior incident that I thought was Tumblr weirdness: after joining tumblr, @jewish-mulder and @baronessblixen were my inspirations; and I loved (love) their creations. The first time I got blocked, I chocked it up to Tumblr weirdness (the first wave of the porn bots wrecked havoc); and, after contacting jewish-mulder through anon/Ao3, etc., she was just fine reinstating me. I had so much fun with her as a mutual. And it's okay if I'm not her cup of tea-- no one is everyone's! :DDD If she had needed to block me, that was okay in my book. So, when she did, I thought it was either Tumblr shenanigans or personal taste. If she wanted to refollow, she'd see my work and hop on later. In essence: I moved on.

BUT the timing always made me wonder worriedly... and my worst suspicions were confirmed when I noticed other gif blogs started blocking me.

So... I activated Anon Mode and found this post about me (screenshots below):

What's even more... crushing? is that I checked her replies and... yeah, it turns out I WAS blocked intentionally the first time.

I don't know why the first time, either, so I can't lay out proof. Didn't even have a suspicion on my part then, honestly.

(Gonna be honest: my "uwu" was something I use exclusively for this fandom because I felt accepted and included, sharing a space with fellow fans of a show that pulled me out of a COVID depression. I guesssssssssss I should dial back on that.)

Here's my response:

Anna, why didn't you just ask me? Why did you block me, never communicate, and secretly tell others to block me as well? I've never and will never do anything to hurt or marginalize anyone. Why did you not give me the curtesy to defend myself?

I am not a bigot. I condone hate of any kind; and I wish everyone to live their lives in their happiest way possible.

I want to have fun on my blog, laugh at my own things, and appreciate mine/your/everyone's humor. Your sexuality has nothing to do with my estimation of you as a person; and I'm both sorry it came across that way and hurt that you'd assume so about me.

Truly, I do hope this is all a misconception. I don't bear any ill will, I'm sorry if there was hurt because it was unintentional; and I don't want to pit you and yours against me. Keep making awesome things; and if our journeys are separate, then I wish you a good one, regardless.

Thank you to anyone who read this. Please don't cause her problems, etc.-- I don't think you will XDDD just had to put it out there-- and feel free to keep on keepin' on with Anna. Mutually enjoy each other to your hearts' content! I welcome everyone and don't want to draw lines, because your fandom or interpretation experiences are your own.

But I can't tolerate misunderstandings or... lies? To this day, her work is an inspiration to me; and I'll still read and enjoy her fics that drew me to Tumblr in the first place. And it really, really hurts to think I'd never have known about this if I hadn't followed my gut.

If you think there's something I'm missing or have missed out on, feel free to tell me-- comment, tag, anon, or dm. I'm always open.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

actually, no. you know what? i am so sick of this “marinette is just a friend” bs. okay. cool. adrien said she was just a friend a few times. whatever. it’s not that big of a deal and everyone in the mlb fandom like. hyperfixates on that??? idc if it’s a “just a joke” because it’s utterly ridiculous at this point. i have literally seen people go on heated rants about how stupid or clueless adrien was during the umbrella scene because he called mari just a friend. are you kidding me??? y’all are really going to take away that moment for him? he just made like his first ever friend in nino and when he called her a friend, he looked so excited because this boy has only ever had one friend before. of course he’s going to call mari just a friend because he just met her and the only time she’s actually spoken to him outside of the suit at this point is to yell at him like... y’all...

and this is not me hating on mari because i love her so so so much. i just hate how passionate and heated fans get about this. i mean... y’all... adrien didn’t even think mari liked him??? like, in puppeteer two, he is literally upset because he came to the conclusion that mari hates him. also, of course he’s not like in love with or crushing on her when she’s barely spoken actual sentences to him! again, not me hating on mari and her nerves because like i get it, it’s hard. and also this is like adrien’s first time interacting with people as peers, so 1. of course romance is not his main priority 2. he doesn’t understand social cues or situations very well At All which is made abundantly clear in the show 3. i don’t... i don’t think adrien knows what affection is??? i mean, he’s definitely learned some over the course of the show, but he’s used to a neglectful / abusive father, his stoic assistant, his bodyguard who doesn’t really talk like at all, chloé being chloé, and hoards of fans declaring that they’re in love with him, hanging all over him, acting like he’s a shiny thing rather than a person, etc... so like. how is adrien supposed to actually comprehend that mari likes him???

and okay no my last point: so so so sick of the double standard. i have seen countless people rant and rave and scream and shout about how stupid adrien is for not returning mari’s feelings or knowing he has a crush on her and then these same people will turn around and berate chat noir and say things like “gosh ladybug isn’t obligated to return his feelings:/” like... hELLO??? why is ladybug not obligated while adrien is??? it’s ridiculous and disgusting and i’m so so so tired of “just a friend” jokes on tumblr, in art, in fics, in youtube compilations... like... can’t we be normal about this? and i don’t mean normal as in “casually enjoy” i mean normal as in can we stop being so aggressive and harsh and hostile towards literal fourteen year olds my God they’re children they’re allowed to make mistakes and mess up and my God the way y’all talk about lila is disgusting, too like i hate her but i don’t want her tortured and killed??? and the way people characterize the classmates as physically and verbally assaulting mari because of lila??? like... my God they would never??? they would all honestly side with mari chameleon is a bad episode and is poorly written and everyone is out of character please use your critical thinking skills and understand that chat noir is not harassing ladybug anymore than mari may be harassing adrien (aka they are not harassing each other at all my God) and stop insulting and demonizing fourteen year olds so your otp can get together thanks

[the-smiling-doodler]

slams my head violently against the wall /neg

[whateveriwant]

Actually I'm not done talking about Mr. Simon Fucks-Himself-Stupid Riley just yet :(

I'm picturing a scenario where you, a civilian, are visiting your boyfriend at his base. Maybe you're there to deliver something, like a file he forgot at home or the lunch he said he didn't need. Either way, whatever your cover story for being there is, the end result is the same: you, on your back, knees up by your ears, sprawled across Simon's desk as he fucks you like his life depends on it.

Being a Lieutenant grants him the luxury of having a private office where he can engage in such extracurriculars, but that doesn't mean it's without some major risks – namely, prying ears that might be lurking in the hallway outside.

But being discreet shouldn't be an issue, should it? I mean, a man known infamously as “Ghost” should have no problem staying quiet, right?

Wrong.

Turns out, not only does that tight hole of yours reduce your boyfriend to a dumb, drooling mess, it makes him a dumb, drooling mess who can't keep his fucking mouth shut.

So while you have the wherewithal to clamp a hand over your lips to try muffling your lewd noises, Simon is out here moaning and groaning unabashedly like something sent forward in time from the Paleolithic. You could try asking him to cover his mouth, but it seems an impossible task; his hands are a little preoccupied with making sure he doesn't fuck you right over the edge of his desk.

While you don't want to stop, you also don't want to get caught, so you settle for urging him to keep it down. It's after a third softly gasped ‘N-Need to be qu-quiet, Si’ that your warning finally worms its way into his brain, and he acts in a way to appease you, just… not how you expect.

Swiftly, Simon removes his hold of your waist and brings one of his arms forward. He grabs for the center of his t-shirt, tugs the material up, and quickly stuffs the fabric into his mouth.

It only takes a split second for the action to happen, but immediately, you see how effective it is. The moment that standard, army-issued tee is captured between Simon's teeth, there's a drastic reduction of noise in the room.

Now, he can fuck into you with reckless abandon, and he snaps his hips forward with enough force to make your whole body ripple. Even as you pulse and constrict around him (sometimes inadvertently, sometimes not), the sounds that climb their way up Simon's throat are heavily dampened by his cotton gag.

It's as Simon begins the ascent to his peak that the cloth in his mouth really comes into play. As he pumps into you, he starts grunting lowly, gutturally, exhaling through his nostrils in quick, harsh bursts. It's a deep sound, animalistic in nature, like a bull huffing before it digs its heels into the dirt and charges.

His thrusts turn sloppier and sloppier the closer he nears his high, his hips propelled forward only by some basic hindbrain instinct. His lashes start to flutter, his eyes roll towards the back of their sockets, and when he cums, he throws his head back in a full-blown snarl.

Simon's a bit shaky on his feet after he climaxes in you, but he manages to pull out before he stumbles backwards, plopping down heavily into his chair. As you start cleaning yourself up, you see how he makes no attempt to move. He just sits there, completely brainless, pants around his ankles and t-shirt still tucked between his teeth. You have to walk over to him and purposefully tug on the shirt to get him to release it, and once it's freed, you see the damage that's been done.

In the center of Simon's shirt rests a big, blotchy wet spot, like he's tried to do his own slobbery take on the classic Rorschach test. The fabric's been wrinkled to all hell and there's a few imprints left behind from where his teeth had bitten down, and if you were to inspect the hem closely, you'd see where he popped a stitch or two in his ecstasy.

The sight of his mangled shirt has you tutting in disapproval. He can't walk out of his office looking like this, and he certainly can't forgo wearing a shirt altogether. What would the people around base say if they saw their normally put together Lieutenant looking so unkempt? You don't think he'd ever hear the end of it, nor would you for that matter.

In the meantime, as you wait for Simon's brains to un-liquify themselves, maybe you can scrounge up something else for him to wear. There's got to be something lying around here to help make him presentable once again. It's too bad as part of your cover you didn't think to bring an extra set of clothes to change into.

You'll have to remember for next time.

[chuluoyi]

✎ to my beloved

- gojo satoru x reader

bad days don't mean the end of the world, and your husband is making sure you know that

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, fluff, fluff—just gojo pampering you

note: my job has been so hard for me this week :') so yeah it's very self indulgent as i need a lil hurt/comfort and i think you should too~

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

This week... has been a total dumpster fire.

You were utterly exhausted, covered in grime and blood, a persisting headache made you almost black out, all while sitting in the hospital waiting room as survivor's guilt slowly consumed you.

Grueling paperwork, a new project, facing the higher-ups, being substituted to Kyoto for days, and then a sudden attack of a curse user on the loose.

In times of need, you were supposed to protect others— you are a jujutsu sorcerer.

And yet, what happened? Megumi suddenly bathed in his own blood. You barely managed to save him in time, and now you were waiting for the news that he would be okay.

Why couldn't it be you instead? You wanted to break down each time you replayed the scene that took Megumi out. It was so eerily similar to how Haibara was—

"Are you okay!?"

You whipped your head, surprised to find your husband pounding down the hall. Satoru looked unlike himself—he was disheveled, and when he saw you, he immediately dashed towards where you were.

"Satoru..." you voice came out in a croak, feeling the lump in your throat closing in. When he dropped to his knee, put both hands on the sides of your face, and then your body, feeling you over to check if you had any injuries—

You finally burst into tears.

"Sweets, hey..." Satoru immediately pulled you close, trying to soothe you. You were shaking in his arms and he tightened his arms around you. "What happened to you?"

"I-I was... w-with him..." you sobbed, burying your face in his shoulder. "S-Satoru... I-I'm sorry...! M-Megumi—"

Your husband immediately shushed you. "Shh... it's alright, yeah? He'll be okay—"

You were still inconsolable even as he held you in his embrace. He hadn't seen you like this... not ever since tragedies during your high school years ago. And he struggled to reconcile this sight of you with how you were back then.

"I-I s-should've stood in his way— t-that way, he won't be hit—" you hiccupped as you poured your heart out and clutched at his shirt. "I-It would be f-fine if it... was me—"

But all thoughts flew when he heard your words, and suddenly he felt so angry—

"What do you mean?" his voice was so low and sharp that it startled you. "How will it be fine if it was you?"

You stiffened, and Satoru gripped your shoulder, pulling away to look you right in the eyes.

"If something bad happened to you... how is it fine?" he emphasized with gritted teeth. "Where do you get that kind of bullshit from?"

Your lips were wobbling as you sniffled. "At least... i-it isn't him—"

"If you got hurt, how do you think it'll make me feel?" Satoru posed the burning question on you next, his cerulean eyes glinting with silent fury, and you almost recoiled.

"T-that's...!"

"I'll wreak havoc if anything ever happens to you." His tone was harsh and forceful. "So if you think you can just—"

"I'm tired!" you screamed then, and he was stunned, wide-eyed as he took in your outburst. "I-I'm just... I've had enough of this— this shit! I want to quit!"

You were openly weeping, and this time, Satoru felt his heart lurch. You looked so heartbroken and utterly inconsolable that his first instinct to protect you took over.

"Then quit." He rose and took a seat next to you, before cradling you closer and pressed your head against his chest. "Even if you quit, I'm still here. I can protect you well enough. I don't like you being a sorcerer anyway."

You were his beloved wife and he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be happy and smiling.

He let out a disgruntled grunt. "Did you know how I was when I heard from Ichiji that you were at the hospital? I thought I might go mad thinking something had happened to you."

You sobbed harder at his words.

"It's perfectly okay if you're tired," he affirmed, patting your back gently. "If you're fine with giving up everything, then I'm on board too. Whatever makes you happy, sweets. Just... don't think of anything that might hurt yourself. Don't think of anything that might make you leave me."

You didn't know you needed to hear it. Right at that moment, your heart swelled with warmth. All your feelings were validated, and even if you chose to let go of everything, Satoru would accept you as you are.

You felt safe, so incredibly and irrevocably secure.

"Whatever happened this time..." he breathed out, feeling the dampness in his chest, his fingers gently combing through your hair. "It's not your fault. No one will blame you. I don't blame you, and Megumi won't too."

Your sniffles quieted down a bit at his words, and your throat still felt tight, clogged with tears.

"H-he... looked s-so much like Haibara... w-when—"

"Shush, he does not. Megumi will be okay. You will too, hmm?"

And just like that, you let go of everything and surrendered your entire being into his arms.

Clinging to him, you finally believed, in whatever shape or form it might take, you would be okay.

A week later, Megumi was discharged after being cleared by the hospital. His wounds were thankfully shallow, and you cried in relief when he woke up.

And after escorting him back, later that night, you laid on top your husband...

Your weight on him felt like a comforting reassurance as he gently patted your back. Satoru couldn't help but smile when he saw how peaceful you looked, like a baby about to fall asleep.

He couldn't resist and planted a firm kiss on the crown of your head.

"Mmm?" you looked up at him, eyes fluttering open, and he cracked a grin.

"What?"

"What?"

"Can't I kiss my own wife? When she's adorable as heck too."

"You..." your lips curved into a bashful, yet exasperated smile, poking his chest in the process.

"Heh."

You drew circles on his broad and sturdy chest, noting how his arms extended and feeling how your toenails only reached a little past his knees. "Your arms and legs are ridiculously long. You are like an oversized plushie."

Satoru snickered. "Well, isn't that good? You don't have to buy them anymore. I can be your personal talking plushie."

"Ew." You hit his chest playfully, and he pushed your bum forward until you were face-to-face with him. He smooched you on the lips, and you giggled afterward.

His eyes shone as he stared at you, breaking to a smile himself. "Finally smiling. Pretty."

"Satoru..." your eyes found his, and you marveled at how sparkling they were. Seeing him so close, even after being married to him for more than a year, made your heart skip a beat. "I..."

"Hmm?"

"I want to keep being jujutsu sorcerer..." You had thought about it ever since, and you still arrived at the same conclusion. "It's true if I give up on it, you'll still keep me safe and all, but..."

Your husband waited for you to continue, still smiling, blinking expectantly.

"...this is something I have to do. I know there will be more hard days ahead, but believe it or not, I... found purpose in doing this," you said, shifting your gaze away from him. "It makes me feel... I can be useful. Even if I'm not special like you, I can still contribute in my own small way..."

How you pressed up against him, the way you looked hesitant and yet convinced at the same time... Satoru thought you were the most precious thing there was.

"Then keep going. I'll still be here too." He hugged you tight then, surprising you. "Just let me know when you feel like you need a long leave, and I'll definitely give you the solution."

"Eh? How?"

"Easy... I can just put a baby in you~ They won't deny you maternity leave or put you in missions~"

"...Satoru, you're—" You shot him a look so unamused, before resigning with a sigh. "Never mind... alright, sure, whatever you say."

"Ooh! So does this mean you want to try now?!"

"—? No, not now yet—!"

"When? We have to try one of these days before some meddlesome aunties ask us when we will have kids!"

Being sillies like this made you so glad that you had him in your life, and that you married him. And if he felt the same way as you... then you really thanked the stars for it.

You huffed, yet wrapping your arms around him in return. "Satoru, you're a clown."

"Your personal clown, you mean. Right~"