#I just thought this list would be fun to make :]

[i-am-not-acting]

The only thing that I think would be funnier than this is if Danny and Constantine were buddies. How or why is up to you. Maybe the JL is still new enough to be cocky enough to try this or Batman and others get fixated on it.

Basically, at some point Constantine realizes that there's no stopping the JL from summoning Danny or, just as likely, a whole list of entities for threat assessments. This is a really bad idea. Not everyone is nice, and some of the entities are not used to hanging around the mortal plane anymore and don't always adjust fast enough (or remember how to adjust) to prevent accidental damage. Like when you accidentally squish something because you thought it was sturdier. Some of them are just malicious. But! Constantine knows Danny, knows he not only won't actually harm the JL, no matter how annoying they might act, AND has enough experience with your average joe to not accidentally vaporize everyone. And he knows Danny is always down for messing with people in power, especially when they're doing something dumb.

So he calls up Danny and they make a plan.

Constantine is going to act like his usual self so no one suspects anything, and make sure Danny is summoned first. Danny is going to give them the run around and hopefully discourage them from summoning anyone else.

It's the best prank either of them have ever pulled, and the most fun they've had in ages.

The fact that it may have saved humanity is just a bonus.

you know what's funny? all the Justice Leage|DC x Danny Phantom crossover fics, that start with or otherwise include the premise of the Justice League (often led by Justice League Dark, and John Constantine in particular) summoning the new Ghost King to ascertain his threat status.

like. there's something very human about that. believing that, because you have named yourselves the defenders of your world, that you have any authority to demand answers of interdimensional royalty -- of anyone, really. the Green Lanterns, sure, they're quite literally a universal force and are such recognized. but only thru the lands that agree to that or are included in a sector that is under any Lantern Corps jurisdiction.

the Infinite Realms are under no one's jurisdiction but their own, so the thought of the justice league demanding answers from them is akin to a random child coming up to you in the airport and demanding you give them something. like, I'll entertain this conversation cause you're adorable but also, you have no power here, child. where is your adult?

and, from what I've seen, no one can get Constantine to do what he doesn't want or need to do. not even Batman, who is just a man.

so he'd love to be holed up in the House of Mysteries, leaving the capes to mess around and find out. but then that would make it his responsibility, so he's there to oversee the summoning and step in if neeeded, but personally has no desire to add another curse to his coat.

anywho, I'm just imagining the Justice League summoning Ghost King Danny and demanding answers and, like any teenager who knows he'll have no repercussions for doing so, he tells them to fuck off (imagine, if you will, the same joy you feel when your parents say that you're allowed to go against the rules in school because the rules are arbitrary and self-serving at best and harmful at worst, and you won't get in trouble for it even if you get detention/suspended at school)

and they're all aghast cause, what? who do you think you're talking to? and Danny's all, no, who do you think you're talking to? I am the King of the Infinite Realms, Protector of Amity Park, Keeper of the Stars, *insert all his other random titles a la Thor and Loki stalling*, and you do not make demands of me, mortal. then he just dips, cause really? a tiny lil containment circle? ha!

[11queensupreme11]

From the breastmilk titty ask, i’m just curious which yandere who tries to latch on to that titty the most? 😩

idk if this is including the incest kids so i included them too 😅

unhinged, desperately craves the titty milk (in no order whatsoever):

eudorios, to no one's surprise. he needs his mother's milk. he CRAVES IT. it is literally his favorite beverage. it's what he tastes whenever he drinks ichor and nectar. HE NEEDS HIS MOMMY'S MILKY TITTIES SO BAD 😛 the only one on this list that forces himself to hold back cuz he doesn't wanna freak him mom out, but hooooooly shit it's getting harder and harder (literally and figuratively LMAO)

loki. down bad horny and feral for his wifey's titty milk. will literally try to drink it even in public, he has NO SHAME at all and percy's fed up with his ass 😭

anubis. another shameless god when it comes to his wifey's titty milk. he's constantly pawing at her in public, whining and begging and whimpering with little tears even beading in his eyes as he pleads with her: "pls pls pls pls pls, i'm on my knees for you, PLEASE let me drink your sweet sweet milk, honey buns pls pls pls 😭💖💖💖💖"

apollo's another shameless beggar LMAO. he'd drop to his knees and beg for a taste and goes absolutely ballistic once he gets it. he once asked percy if he could make a whole new fountain with her as the centerpiece where the water pours out of her titties and she gave him the silent treatment for a whole month LMAOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

horny, desperate, and lecherous, but with some restraint:

cú chulainn. come on, can you blame him?? he's married to THEEE percilla who literally puts the MOTHER in MOTHERhood, of fucking course he'd be thirsty for the titty milk. while the ones above are shameless, he'd at least have some decency to be private..... and by that, i mean he'd drag her to some dark corner and just drink from her there and try to be quiet

beelzebub! he's the devil, but he has the decency to have some restraint.... keyword being some. whenever he gets a sudden craving, all he could focus on are her tits and he tries not to shamelessly ogle her too, but sometimes it just gets too much that he needs to grab her and teleport her back home so they could have some fun 💖

poseidon. another shameless pervert. he'd just stare percy's boobs down with the blankest face ever before deciding, without a word, to just up and teleport themselves back to the palace so he can drink from her. though in the palace, he doesn't care who sees. he expects his servants to leave once horny times come, so the second they see their emperor and empress/princess return and he just... rips her dress open, they quickly leave the area 😭

thalassandros would literally DROOL at the thought of his mother's titty milk 💀 he fantasizes about it, daydreams about it, etc etc. he cannot escape the titties. they haunt him in a good way. he's literally gnawing at his own lip every time he sees his mother's boobs accidentally leak a bit and has to leave for some... privacy.

axiandros craves his mother's titty milk. he needs it so desperately, surely it can cure his daddy issues! he savors the childhood memories when he was still a babe and his mother freely let him drink from her... constantly has to do the horny grip meme every time he's around her. he's struggling so bad 🥺💔

luke, the sly little devil, definitely wants a taste of his mother's milk and is SUPER sneaky in trying to acquire it. whenever his mother has a little oopsies (a leak), he's always there to lend a hand and wipe her dress clean! it's totally unnecessary since she can just use her powers to dry off, but he's just trying to be a helpful son 💖 as he's wiping her down, he definitely "accidentally" tweaks a nipple to get her to leak more. oh no!

horny, but gentlemanly!:

hades! yes he wants the titty milk sooo bad, but he's at least respectful and suave about asking! he'd ease her into the idea by seducing her and that's how he gets the goods 😋 no need for shameless begging and exhibitionism with him, he's a true ✨gentleman✨

theromedes! ah yes, like father like son, except... he's holding himself back solely out of guilt and fear of his secret affections for his taken mother being discovered 💀 he tries soooooo hard. every time his mother's titties start to leak, he immediately looks away and hands her a napkin because he's just THAT sweet 🥺 (may or may not lick the used napkin when she's not looking though.....)

pontoleon's a little shy and embarrassed to be thinking about it. he's not a kid anymore, why's he so obsessed with his mother's milk all of a sudden? (he's horny, that's why). the idea of drinking from her titties gets him so flustered and hard that he has to flee the vicinity pronto

sirenios thinks everything about his mother is beautiful, including her titties and titty milk! 💖💖💖 daydreams of drinking it straight from the source (her beautiful titties!) or carrying it around a gleaming goblet so he can drink it on the go! 💖

not that interested in the titty milk:

kymon! he likes the taste from when he was a baby, but he's not that horny for it. sure he thinks about it from time to time, but he's not down bad as the losers above LMAO

[kentosovertime]

𝐿𝓊𝒹𝒾𝒸 (adj.) full of fun and high spirits

➳ best friend!gojo x afab!reader

➳ a/n: this fic contains referencing and conversation about nonconsensual drugging with an aphrodisiac, please read this drabble at your own discretion

➳ cw: explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, nonconsensual drugging, heavy dubcon due to drugging

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Everything in this room was hot, scorchingly so. You wave your hand in front of your face in an attempt to cool the sweat beading at your forehead. Why was every shift of Gojo on the mattress next to you sending jolts of electricity down your spine, spearing your center as it clenches around nothing. 

What the hell was in that chocolate he gave you earlier? You hadn’t thought to check the fancy packaging the squares had come in. There had been three of them, divided into two triangles a piece, and greedily you had eaten four full triangles. What strikes you as strange is that despite his sweet tooth, Gojo hadn’t eaten a single square. 

You pick up the box up off your nightstand and frown at the minimalistic packaging when there’s no indication of what you’ve ingested. 

“Problem?” He hums low and his words have the fire burning inside of you flaring more to life. “You’re looking a little flushed.” 

He looks at you expectantly, like he knows the answer to his question without even having to ask. Was it the inferno inside you making you think he’s looking at your body with desire? It must be a delusion that gives you the vision of him leaning in as his eyes flick to your lips.

Time slows when his palm settles on your waist and you can’t plant your arm on his chest fast enough to stop him as his lips meet yours in a slow sensual kiss, as if he was testing the waters. He almost immediately pulls away with a slightly hurt expression on his face.  

“What was in the chocolate?” You whimper, missing his warmth as everything in you buzzes for more. But is it you that wants this or whatever the fuck he fed you?

Your thumping heart convinces you that it’s all you, but your head can’t ignore how quickly this reaction came on. Satoru was good looking, but you’d never react like this, not when you’re so intimidated with how attractive he is.

“Just a little something extra.” He tries to downplay as he pushes you back to lay on the bed you were watching the movie on. 

“Satoru, be s-serious.” You shove him playfully, trying to get the truth from him about what those small triangles of chocolate contained. All while he’s focused on settling his delicious body weight on top of you, parting your legs so he can slot between them. 

You melt into a limp puddle of limbs beneath him as his hips test the waters, grinding a growing hardness into your pajama pants. Your hips flick towards him in response as the heat settles firmly in your core. 

“It’s aphrodisiac chocolate.” A chuckle escapes him. “You eat a triangle and wait. Honestly I didn’t think it would work.”

“I ate four. Why did you let me!?” You smack him and gasp when he catches your wrist and pins it to the bed. 

“Cause I wanted to see you all hot and bothered.” Gojo coos at you. His pupils grow wide as he takes you in, pinned down and under his control. “I have to say… it doesn’t disappoint.” 

He sits back on his knees, his fingers curling around the hem of your pants, taking the liberty to strip you of them before you get to say anything else. It has your face growing concerningly red when his hands grip the meat of your inner thighs and roughly shove them apart. You cover your face in embarrassment as you try to pin your knees tight. 

“Stop-” You protest, wanting the friction he’s willingly giving you, but too flustered having your friend see you like this for the first time. 

“Didn’t think it would get you this wet for me…” He mumbles as he trails his hand through your center, gathering the fluid there before shoving his middle and ring fingers into your tight hole. He teases you, pulling tiny gasps from your lips as he notes where pulls the most reaction from you. 

A groan emits from his throat and he leans forward to lap up the slick mess you’re making before gently flicking your clit with his tongue. The combination of his actions has your back arching off the bed and your hip grinding against his face. 

“Still want me to stop?” He teases you in between licks. 

“Don’t.” It comes out as a whimper, your hand coming up to squeeze at your breasts through your shirt, wanting the stimulation that will push you over the edge. He decides that he’s put you through enough tonight, after all you’ve been so good for him that you deserve to finish on his cock. 

He pulls away suddenly, taking a second to take in your disheveled appearance. Hair fanned across the pillow, chest heaving, and pajama shirt askew. His favorite part is the desperate, high pitched keening noise you’ve started to make at the lack of attention he’s giving you.

“Barely started and you’re already so desperate.” He chuckles and pushes down his shorts, pleased when he sees your eyes widen and hips pitch in his direction, already eager to take him. His hand grasps the hard length of him, pumping ever so slowly to the view you’re gifting him with. 

When he’s had enough of teasing his cute little best friend he nocks himself at your entrance, slowly pushing in to give you time to adjust to his considerable size. Not that it takes you long to manage it. 

“Move-” You plead and moan loudly when he snaps his hips into yours, slow, measured, and rough. The pace moves you up the mattress until your hands have to grip the headboard to keep you in place. 

The high that had been building when his face was between your thigh quickly returns. And your body burns with it. Your nails sink into his lower back and your legs lock around his hips. You teeter on the edge, ready to fall. 

“Give it to me, baby.” He commands as his hands grapple your legs from around him to press your knees to the mattress beside your torso. “Want to fucking feel you, p-please.” 

He stammers as he fends off his orgasm, knowing that he needs to bring you to completion before he has the privilege. He watches, enraptured as your body seizes, every muscle trembling as your eyes squeeze shut. His gaze dips to where it's disappearing into you, groaning at the sloppy wet noises you're making for him. 

He quickly reaches to rub at your clit, pushing your orgasm on as he bottoms out in you roughly, letting go as you clench around him, sucking him and his spend deep. 

“You’re a shit.” You murmur affectionately, half out of it as you come down from your high. 

“Does that mean you want another piece? I have another bar left.”

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[pyre-of-pages]

TES Crushes

I'd really like to get to know people in the fandom space, so here's an open invite to discuss something fun!

Which NPCs in TES (all games included!) do you crush on, and why? They don't have to be marriage candidates (in vanilla), just people you find yourself blushing around. Hell, it could be a Deadric Prince if that's what you're into. Name them and say what about them you find appealing! Then feel free to tag a friend or two!

Don't be afraid to reiterate what someone else has said if you happen to like the same characters.

I'll start off by tagging some really cool-looking people I've seen around: @skyrim-forever @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @ladytanithia

Mine? Well, they'll go below so this intro page isn't all about me and mine. ;)

((So far I've only played Skyrim, so my NPC crushes are all from TES: V. And I haven't met every single NPC there is in the game so my list may expand with time, lol.))

Male Crushes:

Onmund - He's just a sweet, nerdy Nord doofus who tries his best at the College despite feeling like a fish out of water. As a spouse, he's always supportive and loving. As a follower, his AI immediately picks up on threats (usually before I do) and it gives the impression of his character being protective. First spouse I ever chose (also it just makes perfect sense for Elur, my first LDB, to fall for him as far as her character goes).

Enthir - Shady but undeniably charismatic in the fact he gives zero shits what anyone thinks of him. There was always an undertone of odd genuineness to his personality in the College quests that made him fun to be around -- and that came full circle when we realize just how much he genuinely cares for members of the Nightingales. I love characters who act shallow but think and feel deeply.

Female Crushes:

Niranye - I crushed on this merchant the second I saw her because I just thought she was beautiful (her eyes got me for some reason). I also find her voice type the most attractive. I have no idea why, but I usually end up enjoying the uppity tone her voice actress pulls off for everyone she voices. Such a fun and charming mix of pleasant and passive-aggresive, lol. Then Niranye reveals she's a fence and her appeal to me became stronger because now she's more than just a pretty merchant, she's got a cunning little personality. She's a smart businesswoman and she knows it well. Used a cheat code to marry her to my second LDB (who is a Thalmor sympathizer who would only fall for another Altmer, and Taarie is too old for her). Luckily she has voiced romance/marriage dialogue. Since I really like the sound of her voice, my sappy ass melted to bits hearing it when my Altmer LDB proposed.

Jenassa - Hired her randomly because I needed extra pockets and was shocked to discover that she has a personality (was not expecting that of the sell-swords in this game). Took her to a Dwemer ruin and girl laid out paragraphs of lore that I hadn't heard before -- which gives the impression that she's rather book smart for a mercenary. Helping this is that every time I make camp with her, the first thing she does is read a book -- which in my mind, is something she keeps with her at all times because she enjoys reading in her spare time. I enjoy how excited she gets when she sees a hidey-hole she could ambush someone from and how she'll comment on the DB's strong ability to fight. I like that she's a suave, confident, capable fighter that comes to enjoy your company beyond the fact you're paying her. I plan to have my third LDB marry her because she's won my heart as far as the mercenaries I've come across.

Astrid - She's a murder-happy bitch who loves what she does and I'd be happy to let her stab me. . . . Shut up. Also, she's the only member of the OG Dark Brotherhood to have a full-blown character arch and in this house we are SLUTS for good character development. Absolute SLUTS for it.

[pollux-starsz]

as i was working on a beach day writing for @wyervan 's dca slasher au (check them out btw!!!! :D) i had the impulse to draw out the outfit Kalamela is wear throughout the entire thing (because im awesome and i did NOT make Smoon flustered over her for no reason in this writing, which is yet to be finished , I'm procrastinating..)

I absolutely adore how I did the coloring for this one! Also I'm getting better at shoes XD

Rambles below the cut!!

- So, I had this little thought about Kalamela's cooking. I kept thinking, she doesn't have as big as a sweet tooth as people would think. But she LOVES savory and spicy food, so I think she'd like to try different spices with Moonie. There hasn't been a time yet where it's too much but who's to say she won't burn her tastebuds one day.

- Since she's living with them, (save her) I can't help but think she would be very upset with the Slasher boys if her pets announce the slightest amount of annoyance towards them. She WILL make them get treats for her babies.

- She paints her nails a lot, so I think she'd paint Sun's as well!! Not that he has a choice, she needs to know how the colors look.

- Her and Moon playing DDR except it ends in a brawl because Moon lost (not surprising but Sun did make them both clean the arcade afterwards).

- I keep picturing Moon having an odd interest in gum. He just likes the different types of flavours, textures or just how they look.

- Sun's over working ass getting sick and being taken care of by Kalamela but cue Moon making fun of him for being coddled.... He also got sick two days later from Sun so now BOTH of them are being coddled. Kalamela doesn't like it, she thinks they should both do their shit themselves but thanks to her heart of gold and 3 containers of ice cream waiting for her in the fridge, she pushes on.

- Do not let Kalamela dress them in her choice of clothing style(s). It happened as an attempt many times, but when she finally got them to actually wear the outfits (out in public as well), she was ignored for about a week. Mostly by Moon, Sun actually took a liking to it all.

- She made them wear one of her dresses and try on a few skirts. Moon and Sun bickered over who could rock it more. The answer is both of them, by the way.

- Kalamela got sick for a full two months during winter and the boys schedule consisted of "Wake Kalamela", " Feed Kalamela (and fail)", "Wake Kalamela", "Get Kalamela out of the bedroom (50/50 attempt)", "Give up (She wouldn't budge)", "Continue with our day (They also gave up with her bullshit)".

- Kalamela speaks entire conversations with them in Czech and they can't do anything but smile and nod. Moon can pick up a few words and Sun.. can really only make out what sounds like a curse word.

- Mango learned to say Sun and Moon's names and never shuts up. Moon likes it until he's sleeping and gets woken up, Sun got fed up within the first hour.

- Moon, when he was drunk, also got Kalamela drunk. Which then led to them running out into those large, open grass areas off the side of highways. Yes, Sun had to supervise them.

- Kalamela doesn't understand U.S. currency sometimes, despite now living in the U.S. for years now. Sun and Moon both help to convert the currency difference for her, she always feels bad that they need too. Doesn't stop her from complaining about the prices, of course!

- Moon is so smitten for her, he bought her too many flower bouquets for her birthday. She kept them all and also planted a few of them outside her house! Sun still thinks he needs to chill, if you ignore his list of 500 Valentine's Day gifts to get her. Obviously, Moon is the more crazy one! Totally not Sun! How could he ever!

- They all sit on the couch eating pizza and fries on Sunday's. They watch random TV channels until they all fall asleep or end up complaining about their day.

- Sun and Moon visit Crystal Cove so often that they both have their own little discount and have keys to the building. They get to thank Kalamela for that one.

Bonus doodles of her because I was practicing poses and perspective (kill me now)

[hitomisuzuya]

Btw I think it’s time for us to have some clarification on who r your favorite characters of Hoyo games… Genshin, HSR (and possibly ZZZ if u even touched the game) like make a top 3 of each game, both female and male

I’m curious to learn about your fav characters ^^

someone is curious about me? i'm flattered, truly. unfortunately, i don't have the storage for zenless even though i would love to play. i am looking to eventually, it will just take some time. i'll start with genshin first.

scaramouche. that first one should be obvious. i was on my knees in love with scara the moment i saw him. i also realized a lot of..ahem..things about myself as well😅 they were quite unexpected. his fingers are so so beautiful, and his overly blunt attitude just makes me go 🥰 scara is the one the in genshin. his character development is absolutely stellar. given what happened to him, and given his disposition, he still shows some kind of kindness in some way as well. we saw that in the sumeru event. and you know he only accepted the name hat guy because nahida came up with it. he was even offended when paimon said why not choose a different name. i went on way too long here. he is the only main dps i need. he never leaves my party.

tartaglia. when i saw the way he is with his little brother, i thought sheesh, what a man 🥰 he was absolutely amazing in the fontaine archon quest. childe makes my heart go pitter patter. and you know the breeding kink on him is huge ahem.

wriothesley. i was originally pulling for neuvillette on the first banners for them, but as soon as i saw wriothesley's character trailer, and how he took the criminal he was arresting to see his daughter and said he hopes he can be a good person for his daughter when he gets out of meropide, i automatically changed my mind and pulled him instead. real man behavior right there.

two of my girl choices may seem a bit odd considering my feelings for scaramouche.

yae miko. i think her design is absolutely beautiful and i love her character. she always knows what to do before anyone knows what to do and always comes in clutch in the right moments. and she absolutely wrecks everything when i play her on my nahida team.

ei. now before i say anything, i do wish she wouldn't have abandoned scara like that. that i can't forgive her for. i wish she would've given him some direction in life. scara sounded so sad when he talked about ei being one of his betrayals. that tells me he yearned for her at some point. however, she didn't agree with miko that ei dispose of him. her character has come a long long way and she's so beautiful. one of the best batteries in the game. i understand her grief as well.

nahida. to me, nahida projects the warmth that i wish i would've gotten from my mother. she did a lot for scara and i am grateful for that. he is better adjusted because of her. she helped scara grow and i love her for it.

now for my star rail list.

aventurine. before i even played star rail, i was always told i would love him. and they were right. i started playing for him. he is the one five star i will e6 s5. aventurine is to me in star rail what scara is to me in genshin. he is the one in star rail. his story is phenomenal and he is so so captivating. his fingers are pretty too. he is the only sustain i need. his eyes are unreal beautiful. aventurine blew my mind like scara did. i worship him. i wouldn't have cleared conundrum level 12 in gold and gears without him.

blade. i love unhinged characters. blade is very unhinged. i wish he would rerun soon so i can pull him. i didn't even notice my massive crush and it just snuck up on me one day. i wanna write for him more but i am a bit scared.

dr. ratio. i had people telling me i would love him too. he is my regular main dps. degradation from him would be exquisite, like scara level exquisite. i love how smart he is and how he lords it over people and nobody really disagrees with him. and it's fun to basic with him and smack enemies with a book 😂

kafka. i love how elegant she is and one of her hobbies is the violin. and her power of suggestion is really sexy. i hate that i got screwed pulling for her lightcone and got robin's instead. it's really interesting to me that she used to be a knight of beauty.

black swan. i love her character design and the warmth she exudes. like you just know things are gonna be okay if she is there. i wish she would rerun again so i can have a broken dot team with kafka.

ruan mei. ruan mei really stuck out to me. and i love that she created the cat cakes. i 100% believe that she will ascend into being an aeon like she wants. it feels like she is close already. she is always a fixture in my teams for break effect, all types res pen. her kit if so effing broken.

this turned out longer than i thought 😅 thank you to anyone who read to the end

[filtheopathic]

status : open slots filled : 10/10?

You have all your stuff? Is my seat ok, you got enough leg room? Loaded up on snacks? Perfect, now the most important part: Figuring out the music.

This blog is still fairly new so I thought it was time to have a little fun with a drabble event ♡ Choose one of the options below and drop it in my inbox, then I’ll write a drabble (<1000 words) based on what you’ve sent.

─── take the aux : choose a song

You want aux? Alright, but it better be good! Choose this option and send in a song of your choice, then I’ll write something inspired by it for whatever character comes to mind.

─── call shotgun : choose a character

Of course we honor shotgun in this car. Choose this option and send in the character you want to put in my passenger seat, and *I’ll* find the song to inspire a drabble about them. (Fandoms listed below)

─── hit shuffle : leave it to me

For the laidback rider who’s down to just stretch out in the backseat and let me drive. Choose this and I’ll hit shuffle on my music and write something based on the first song to pop up.

─── ★ special car privileges : for moots!

Of course my besties get special privileges in my car. Moots, you’re welcome to call shotgun AND take the aux if you so choose. That means you can send in the character and the song of your choice, and I’ll write a drabble for them!

If you’re having trouble deciding then you’re welcome to make this as loose as you want — tell me a specific character and a genre or artist (emo throwback, Chappell Roan, etc.), or give me a specific song and just a fandom, something like that! Whatever you can think of, no pressure, you’re my beloved passenger princess. ♡

─── buckle up please : rules + other info

This event is open to 18+ users only so no anon requests will be accepted. Minors dni, as always.

The tentative cap for this is 10 slots! I want to be able to hold myself accountable and not get overwhelmed. But I may do more, it just depends how busy I get.

There is always the possibility that my writing will be nsfw. If you would like to ensure that your drabble is sfw please let me know! I’m happy to keep it chill in that regard.

There’s also always the possibility that my writing will be dark and/or angsty. This is just a disclaimer though. :3

My other usual writing disclaimers also apply. I write xreader, afab!reader, etc. Please check out my byf if you’re unfamiliar.

Fandoms I’m down to write for during this event : Blue Lock, Love & Deepspace, Gachiakuta, Haikyuu, Arcane, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Tokyo Revengers. You’re welcome to submit any characters in these fandoms!

─── turn that shit up! : masterlist

[dreamingjuno]

THOUGHTS ON : Michael Kaiser !

MICHAEL KAISER’S NARCISSISM ( not a licensed professional, i just thought it would be fun to take a look at this perspective to better understand him! )

i was having a conversation about his character, more specifically his narcissism and had the idea to share my findings after deep diving into his character again!

NOTES ; cracks the old analyst bones in me. with the conclusion of the NEL arc (as it seems), i thought i’d explore my favorite complex god-chosen emperor! (edited a bit to fix some wording)

This part of my Kaiser analysis shows me analyzing his narcissistic traits!

SPOILERS FOR : Chapters 158-295 (basically the entire NEL now that I think about it)

(sorry if this isn’t too good or just repeating points lol)

KAISER’S NARCISSISM

I’ve heard multiple times before about Kaiser being possibly NPD coded and I considered it too, I mean — yeah it makes sense, he’s very narcissistic on the surface!

Talking through Kaiser’s character with my therapist however (yes, I did use a bit of my therapy session to discuss a fictional character’s diagnosis) and going through the important chapters where Kaiser’s mindset is shown lead me to realize he exhibits many traits of narcissism but also a deep sense of perfectionism and depression/insecurity.

Realizing that made me try to look at Kaiser in a newer light, unbiased, and this is the results of me diving deep into Kaiser’s narcissistic qualities and his character in general

So, let’s go through symptoms listed for narcissism and discuss how they do or do not relate to Kaiser to understand him better as a whole!

(Taking each point from Harvard Health)

1. A grandiose sense of self-importance

He does, I won’t deny it because it’s obvious. Kaiser acts as though he is superior to others — yet, when placed in a situation where someone obviously more talented / superior than him (Noel Noa) talks down to him, he steps back. As seen here ⟶

To me, I think Kaiser subconsciously understands where he is beneath Noa for instance while still regarding himself (at least while this panel was going on) at the top of the food chain. It’s a bit of hypocrisy on Kaiser’s end which shows itself in multiple points of Kaiser’s philosophy on living, but that may be intentional to show how flawed his way of viewing is. He sees himself at the top, while still bending at the knee to those who are more superior than he is without Kaiser even really realizing it. Superior over the inferior, but what if the superior was still only halfway there?

This hypocrisy is even acknowledged and pointed out by Chris Prince before KAISER comes to this conclusion. He literally said it all. “You act superior toward those below you… and like a deferential coward to those above you.”

His supposed superiority as the Emperor is a sham — A way to compensate with his lack of self. The throne of corpses he climbed to become ‘human’ in his mind.

I think this falls into a superiority complex of his, again, not denying that having a sense of self-importance is apart of Kaiser. He’s shown time and time again to hold himself in a higher regard than the others around him — it does come from a state of insecurity. His ego is fragile (as seen in his glass collar in his cover art), and Kaiser understands he can’t beat Noa. That’s WHY he wanted to find another club becoming of their ace instead because Noa was just an impossibility of surpassing despite his saying of “I achieve the impossible.”

Kaiser reached the top, but didn’t? He achieves the impossible, but overtaking Noa is impossible? Hypocrisy… One he only sees later (in his own way…) Superiority is like his safety blanket, it keeps him safe in his mind. Being the emperor keeps him safe from harm and being taken advantage of.

2. A preoccupation with fantasies of success, power, beauty, or perfect love

They word it weird but from what I understand it means: “having a daydream / fantasy about having something greater, often at the expense of others.”

In some ways, Kaiser falls into this symptom too, but in other ways, he doesn’t. I don’t think his ambition is really ambition for to have something better, not entirely. It’s the drive to be at the top of the food chain (which is becoming my favorite analogy for describing Kaiser’s mindset!) so no one can step on him anymore. Kaiser fights for the identity and structure he’s worked for in my mind, the life and position he attained through soccer. Not necessarily the riches or comfort of his life. Even then, he never seemed like to me as someone who cared about wealth or success — caring mainly for the sense of humanity that came alongside it.

Yes, he wants to be better — but comes from a place of survival and staying at the top of the food chain than wanting things like success or power or beauty or love.

3. A belief that they are "special" and can only be understood by other special people

We’ve seen no proof at all that Kaiser sees himself as special (which IS different from holding yourself in a high regard/being superior) — actually, he views himself negatively on the inside truly. Calling himself a ‘piece of shit’ and regards everyone around him as ‘humans’ while seeing himself as less than due to the conditions and how he was treated at home. Honestly, that probably never went away even with his cocky persona. He’s still mentally weak despite how much he tries to bury it…

Neither does he show only feeling understood by others either, even the people higher class than him — it’s either frustration/anger or begrudging respect. (seen in his defeat by Isagi, where he openly admitted playing with Isagi was fun — instead of soccer just being a battleground to climb to the top)

I don’t think he’s even shown as wanting to be understood. I didn’t read the entire arc (I was already fighting procrastination to write this), but being understood? I’m pretty sure that was never even an aspiration of his, not even in his mind.

Kaiser isolated himself in BM, not accepting any of the good will given to him by his teammates. Not because he didn’t think he wouldn’t be understood, it’s that he was more comfortable being the enemy. Being alone was all he knew up to that point. Especially shown in the flashback in the BM Clubhouse when Kaiser was 15-16, he would rather be hated and feared than be loved and respected — Kaiser doesn’t know any alternative!

4. A need for excessive admiration

Again, it’s one of the symptoms that applies kinda but at the same time not.

Kaiser wants love, but not the type of admiration provided by Ness and the audience and such. While, yes, being acknowledged for his accomplishments probably feeds his ego — it’s just oil to a dying flame in my eyes. It isn’t what makes Kaiser feel seen. Why have admiration when you can be seen as a scar in malice?

“I will prove my existence through my malice.”

I don’t think admiration is the greatest need in his mind. Everyone likes to have their skill acknowledged, but for Kaiser — making others remember him by inflicting pain on them is what gives him the most satisfaction. Not happiness per se. Just… validated, I believe. Like the type of euphoria you get when you smoke a cigarette (not that I smoke but I've heard) It feels good for a little bit though even if it isn’t permanent. That’s what I believe Kaiser feels inflicting his anger and malice onto others.

A point where this is shown most of all is Kaiser’s general lack of reaction to Ness’s praise which usually ends in reprimand. He never demanded admiration or praise from Ness, Kaiser even seemed annoyed by it. He just wanted a loyal dog, not a groupie, if that makes sense. Making Ness small and dependent on him made him feel superior, and more secure — which is a trait narcissists have. But talking about Kaiser and Ness is its own can of worms!

In short, admiration doesn’t validate his existence. Malice does!

5. A sense of entitlement, which may include an unreasonable expectation to be treated favorably or for others to comply with their demands and expectations

Yeah. He does, in a way. You can see it in how the starting lineup was structured in the BM vs Barcha match. It all revolved around him. It doesn’t come from a sense of feeling he deserves it though. It’s because Kaiser needs that power over others: Kaiser wants to be the star actor in this play because that’s where he holds the most control, and that’s where he feels more secure. As I said before.

6. Behavior that is exploitative and takes advantage of others to achieve their own ends

He does! There are many examples of him taking advantage of others, but to not beat over the same points; I'll just go with the most obvious and clear example of Alexis Ness! Like, there's no denying that Kaiser manipulated Ness. Kaiser uses others to only further his own control and make himself feel less vulnerable. Superior over the inferior again. The ones at the top and in control won’t be hurt. That’s his mindset. So taking advantage of others is just another outlet for that control.

Kaiser uses others to further his own standing, to keep that security blanket of control over himself and the field.

7. A lack of empathy or an unwillingness to identify with the needs of others

Kaiser has shown before to understand the needs and emotions of others as well as being emotionally intelligent about where HE goes wrong (to a point). Showing his empathy, because empathy isn’t just about feeling bad for others — it’s understanding those emotions. The best moments where he reflects: THE LEAD UP TO HIS MAGNUS SHOT and AFTER ISAGI DEFEATS HIM POST-PXG MATCH.

In the lead-up to his Magnus Shot, he basically reflects on what we've talked about so far! Kaiser reflects on his own hypocritical ideas and acknowledges he isn’t at the top of the food chain yet as Isagi and Noa have already surpassed him and how he has to go back to his own self-loathing to continue climbing ahead.

Now, going BACK to another point I previously mentioned is Kaiser’s epiphany at the end of the PXG Match! (There’s not many examples off the top of my head)

Through that entire scene, Kaiser acknowledges that it wasn’t the fault of those around him like Isagi or Ness or any of his other teammates — but himself. It was his own will that led to the outcome of the match. Kaiser acknowledges his faults, without directly saying “It’s my fault.” He KNOWS his emotions, he ACKNOWLEDGES the emotions of the people around him as well.

Kaiser, I believe, understands what he’s doing is WRONG but doesn’t act on it. Which is why I think he’s emotionally intelligent without doing anything to change what he does. At least not in any healthy way. Kaiser justifies what he does in his head, even if he understands what he’s doing realistically. Falling into his own hypocrisy again. That’s how I took it as anyway.

He reads psychology and philosophy books. I HOPE Kaiser knows what’s wrong with him

8. A tendency to be envious of others or a belief that others are envious of them

His envy isn’t really envy. It’s like his ambition. I can’t recall a point where Kaiser seemed jealous over something or envious of their position or things they had (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong of course). His rivalry with Isagi isn’t one of jealousy for example — it was originally just to step on the more inferior players that later turned into ‘Oh shit, he may surpass me. He’ll make ME inferior… weak’ fear.

9. Arrogance, haughty behaviors, and attitudes

Talked about his arrogance in the superiority section so I won’t repeat myself!

This is PART 1 of 2 because this was already getting WAY TOO LONG.

After finishing writing this, I definitely repeated the same point multiple times and missed probably good points of evidence LMAO but I’m powering through this insanity with a dream and an unhealthy fixation with Kaiser. I hope I made sense… I really just rambled on my ideas and tried to piece them together as best as I could lol

Anyways… THANKS FOR READING!

[redsrooftopprincess]

howdy!

random drop in but these songs remind me of you and your bruiser for various reasons and thought I’d share them.

Odysseus ( The Ithaca Saga): Just…Righteous Raph Rage. It’s flippin beautiful. A bit visceral and descriptive but it just screams red

Looking at Me (Sabrina Carpenter): I don’t know it just…gave y’all energy I can’t explain it 😆😅

Shackles (Steven Rodriguez) If y’all ever wanna get hot and heavy…just saying….

Anyhoo, I know it’s random…but hope you enjoy!

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get around to listening to these!!! Here are my thoughts:

"Odysseus ( The Ithaca Saga): Just…Righteous Raph Rage. It’s flippin beautiful. A bit visceral and descriptive but it just screams red"

Sweet fuck, I can't imagine Raph coming home to that. That's just... I'm not sure how he'd come back from that.

"Looking at Me (Sabrina Carpenter): I don’t know it just…gave y’all energy I can’t explain it 😆😅"

I like this a lot. It feels like something Jess would have in her set list, particularly on a night she knows he'll be watching from the rafters.

"Shackles (Steven Rodriguez) If y’all ever wanna get hot and heavy…just saying…."

Hmm......

Shackles

RaphaelxAFABFem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (oral f!receiving)

Your apartment is quiet as you close the door, and velvet dark. Five in the morning dark. That soft dark just before sunrise, when the diurnal creatures of the world are too comfortable to get out of bed just yet, and the nocturnal haven't yet laid down. You set your keys in the bowl on the table by the door and toss your bag over the side of the couch, fully ignoring the thud and scatter of small items, unseen, on the other side. Fuck it. You don't care.

Just like you don't care about the trail of clothing and affects you leave in your wake as you make your way towards the siren song of very hot water and very high water pressure (it pays to be besties with an engineer).

Everything discarded, including your phone halfway down the hall, you get the temperature of the water to somewhere around "Mordor", and step into the stream, allowing it to melt away the irritations of the evening.

In just a few moments, all that is left are the patrons that are amazing and wonderful and that make this job worth doing. All the lecherous dickheads of the evening are washed down the drain. All but one, but that's a name you'll be giving to someone who will have way more fun with that conversation than you ever could. You don't need it, but protecting you makes him so happy.

It's been over a week, and he still can't get you out of his head. And he's tried. Double workouts, double patrols, double fingers of whiskey (his fingers, to be clear), nothing is working.

He'd swung by the club on his way home from running patrol. He liked to check the crowd and see if your night was in any way close to over, never wanting to miss an opportunity to walk you home. He glared, annoyed at the small crowd still milling about outside, around the entrance, and was about to turn and head home when he heard your voice...

That was a sound he had no intention of resisting.

He entered through the roof hatch they all had keys for, just in case they needed a safe place to hide on this side of town, and descended the ladder into the storage attic of the club. Carefully making his way across the floor, avoiding each squeaky floorboard, expertly, he dropped to the rafters below, and crouched over the light and sound booth with a clear view of the stage.

Concealed behind a ring of lights, making him effectively invisible, he watched your hand wrap around the microphone, almost salivating. There's something about watching you sing. Knowing that every human in that room wants you, but he's the only one who gets to see what's beneath that draped red satin.

At one point in the song, you'd looked into the ring of lights with a smile hiding in the corner of your mouth, and offered him a wicked wink. He had no idea if you knew he was there or not, but it didn't matter. It was like an electric shock that he was still buzzing from a week later and FUCK he needs to see you...

But your schedules havn't lined up, and your photo + his hand is not cutting it. It's almost embarrassing. He feels like a damn teenager. But he can't bring himself to feel ashamed. I mean, have you seen you???

At this point, he's desperate. He needs you. Not your body. Though, yes, fuck, he loves your body, but he needs you. You're his mate and you've been too far away for far too long and maaaybe springtime miiiiiiiight be looming on the horizon, but that doesn't matter, because holy shit if he doesn't get to see you soon he might just lose it, completely.

He smiles when he sees the trail of clothing from the door to the bathroom, after stepping in from the fire escape. Right on time.

Tonight is his night off, so is yours, and he can spend all day and night and day with you before having to go back to the annoying realities of life, and he is prepared to make every second count. Not wasting a moment more, he strips his gear, leaving it in the basket by the window. Quickly collecting the trail of things far more enticing than breadcrumbs, he tosses both your clothing and his in the hamper as he walks by the linen closet on his way to the bathroom.

A thick wall of steam tumbles from the door as he opens it, enveloping him in your scent, and he breathes you in deeply. You fill his lungs, and as the warmth of you spills into his bloodstream, a low rumble starts deep in his chest. He vaguely remembers Don complaining about climate change causing the season to start earlier, but that thought is quickly interrupted in the best way possible.

"You coming, or what?"

His smile becomes a grin and he closes the door behind him. The glossy vinyl crinkles heavily as he pushes aside the curtain and steps into the shower behind you. He wastes no time, and you squeak as he pulls you back into him and wraps those big green arms around you.

Laughing, you slip effortlessly in his arms, turning to face him, and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Hiya, handsome," you purr as his lips immediately descend on yours.

"Hi," he says in between deep, languid kisses, and you grin as he lifts you up and presses you back against the cool tile to make kissing you a little easier. He's going to take his time. He has the next thirty-six hours to memorize the taste of every single inch of you, and he has every intention of doing just that. Thoroughly.

His hands follow the rivers of scorching water down your body, his thigh between your legs holding you upright. You stay like that for a good while, making out like carefree teenagers until the water grows cold (though, to be fair, your water heater is tiny).

"You done in here?" he finally asks.

You smile against his lips as he rolls his leg under you, earning him a soft moan, "Almost. Need to rinse my hair."

He kisses you again and sets you down gently, hand at your waist so you don't slip. He steps out of the shower, snatching his ridiculously large and fluffy towel off the rack and turns to look at you expectantly as he towels off.

You smirk, and turn your back to him to face the water. Bending over, you give him one hell of a view as you turn the stream from "surface of the sun" to "glacial runoff," and rinse the conditioner from your hair.

You then shut off the water and reach out for your own towel, which he is supposed to be handing you right now... and glare at the tile beneath you. Though you can't help the smile teasing the corner of your mouth. "Raph..."

"Just one more minute, it's been, like, a whole week," he pleads, teasing. His eyes sparkle with mischief as they follow the lines of your hips and ass, and his churr deepens.

"Raphael," you demand, hand out.

"Fine," he sighs heavily, rolling his eyes with a grin as he hands the towel over.

You dry your hair before using the towel to dry the rest of you, and you're not exactly sure how you found yourself suddenly on your bed, your hulk of a boyfriend kissing a scorching path down your body, but hey, you're in no position to argue.

"Fuck, I missed you..." he groans into your flesh as he pulls a pert nipple into his mouth. You shiver as he swirls his tongue around the areola.

Sucking hard, you moan deeply and he releases you with a *pop* as he moves to lavish your other breast with the same attention.

He continues his descent after, planting open mouthed kisses down your sternum and solar plexus, "Did you know?" he asks breathlessly, "on Wednesday?"

"That you were watching?" you grin, gasping and giggling when he nips at your side, "I had an idea," you confirm, "I saw the lights move."

"So, you did it on purpose," He squeezes your thigh as his mouth moves over your hips.

"I don't know what you mean," you say a little too innocently, humming contentedly as his body continues it's descent.

He smirks into the hollow of your hip, "You know exactly what I mean," he accuses, indulgently, "you know what you do to me." He continues kissing down the inside of your thigh, settling between your legs. "You know I can't resist you."

Wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently, you arch into him with a sigh. Circling his tongue around your cunt, he then licks a stripe up your center, gathering you on his tongue. His eyes nearly roll back in his head, and you can feel his churr in the mattress beneath you. He repeats the action, hooking his hands around your thighs to widen them, pressing himself against you firmly, reaching his long tongue inside you as far as he can reach.

You moan deeply gripping the sheets under your hands. He isn't the only one who's been having to manage without, and your "battery operated boyfriend" was nothing compared to the vibrations currently pouring into your cunt as he eats you like it truly is his first meal in a week.

His name falls from your lips with every breath and every gasp goes straight to his core. You feel him rutting into the mattress in time with your cries of rapture. He's doomed, he knows this. One look, and it was all over. He never stood a chance. And when he moans into you and you can feel his deep rumble in your furthest reaches, he's never been more grateful to lose a fight.

With a gasp and a cry you arch into him, your orgasm crashing through you. His hands tighten around your thighs to keep you still, and the surety that there will be bruises tomorrow sends another rush of ecstasy through your veins. He drinks you to the last, and when he finally releases you, you're a trembling, whimpering mess.

You look up at him, chest heaving as you catch your breath. He sits back on his knees, smirking at you with equal parts satisfaction and lust, deep green and purple cock hard and leaking precum onto the comforter. He licks his lips, gathering what's left of you on his tongue, and his eyes flicker closed for a moment, opening once again to look down at you with the filthiest promises...

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I'm not entirely sure why this is where he wanted to go with this, but I guess Red's feeling domestic? 😅

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[nat-seal-well]

Hi! "Things you forgot to say" for Nat and Marin, maybe? No pressure ♥️

Seren, thank you so much for this!! It was a lot of fun, hehe. I love writing about these two so much!! Especially when it’s something silly and sweet 💙💙

Title: you forgot to say it (also on ao3)

Pairing: Nat Sewell/Detective (OC)

Rating: G

Words: 1,004

Warnings: None

(prompt list)

Tagging @yelenasvestpockets, as requested! 💙

Nat shuts the bedroom door as softly behind her as she can. It only protests slightly, squeaking as it closes, but she still pauses when the sound reaches her ears. Frozen, she listens, waiting for any signs of stirring from the other side.

Nothing. She sighs in relief.

It’s a short walk from Marin’s tiny bedroom to the only slightly-larger living room, where her shoes wait by the front door. She slips into them with ease and shrugs on her leather jacket. The hour is so early that the sun’s just barely started to rise, with pale light trickling in through the window, and she takes care as she picks her way through the apartment to collect her things in silence. Waking Mari now, after trying so hard to slip away unnoticed, is the last thing she wants.

Wallet. Phone. Agency keycard. There’s just one last thing—where is it?

Patting herself down, Nat hunts, feeling for the tiny piece of silver metal. Really, she should put it on a chain. At least that way she can find it easier, or maybe tuck it under her shirt…

There’s something in her inside pocket. She fishes it out with a flourish, and allows herself a small smile since there isn’t anyone else around to see.

If she’s being entirely honest, it’s a rather plain thing. But its appearance isn’t what makes it important to her; it’s what it’s used for. And what it means. And who gave it to her.

Nat presses it against her lips. After spending so long sitting in her pocket, the apartment key is sweetly cold. A stark contrast to the warmth of Marin’s cheek when she kissed them goodbye without a word.

Marin had pressed it into her hand weeks ago with nonchalance, as if it were a casual thing.

I just thought it made sense, they said. ‘Cause you spend so much time here.

They tried to hide their flush, and Nat let them pretend it wasn’t there. But she curled her fingers around the gift all the same, and pressed it over her heart. She was being invited to make their home her own, too.

How could she have said no?

With the key safe in her hand, Nat unlocks the front door and finds herself face-to-face with a pair of green eyes.

“Ava,” she says—whispers, really—with surprise. “I didn’t hear you.”

In response, Ava raises a brow. “I was waiting below, but you never came down. I came to fetch you. We’re going to be late for morning patrol.”

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry, I just…” Didn’t want to leave them. “…Lost track of time.”

There’s a slight twitch of Ava’s lips, as if she’s holding back a smile. It only lasts for a moment, so quick that anyone who isn’t a vampire wouldn’t notice it ever happened at all.

“I’m sure,” is all Ava says in response.

At least it’s only her who Nat’s patrolling with this morning; if it were Morgan, or Farah, there would be no end to their teasing. She might not survive their route if that were the case.

Ever the Commanding Agent, Ava continues on. “If you’re ready, we should be on our way. Agent Lin is expecting us at—”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

At the sound of Marin’s voice, Nat spins on her heels. Her first instinct is to berate herself for waking them anyway, after going through all that trouble. But her second is to smile—especially at the sight of them, standing there without their glasses and their arms crossed over their chest.

Their hair is a mess, wild from sleep, and they’re squinting at her. Nat sighs.

“It’s only patrol,” she assures them. “Ava and I…”

“You forgot to say it,” they interrupt.

Nat blinks in silent confusion.

With a huff, Marin crosses the space between them, as if Ava isn’t there. They probably can’t see her. Nat watches as they stop only a foot away, close enough to touch. Close enough to drown in their scent.

“You forgot to say it,” they repeat. “I heard you get up and just leave.”

Nat flounders. “I…I didn’t know you were awake, Mari, I’m sorry; I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Well, I’m very disturbed. Because you were gonna walk right out the door without even telling me you loved me.”

“I…” she laughs, just once, before she can stop herself. “That’s what this is about? I only didn’t want to wake you. You were sleeping so well—at least, I thought you were.”

Ava can wait for just a little bit longer, she decides, as she steps forward to brush her knuckles over their cheek. This is far more important than any patrol. Marin leans into the touch immediately, melting under her touch like a cat in the sun.

“I love you, ya rouhi,” she tells them softly before bending down to kiss their cheek, like she did earlier. “I hope you have a wonderful morning. I’ll see you this afternoon, I promise.”

That’s all it takes for Marin to smile as they let go of their affronted facade. “I love you too, baby.”

Behind her, Nat catches Ava’s exhale of mirth. So does Marin, apparently. They narrow their eyes at her, trying to figure out who it is with their poor vision, but her golden hair must make her easy enough to identify.

“Keep her safe for me, Ava,” they say.

Nat can hear the hint of amusement in Ava’s voice even as she replies seriously with, “Of course, Detective.”

Satisfied, Marin returns to bed. Nat watches them leave before locking the door behind her, once and for all, and turns to see one of Ava’s rare smiles; it must be because she knows Marin couldn’t have seen it, without their glasses.

“Is there something on your mind, old friend?” Nat asks.

“Of course not,” Ava replies as they make their leave, but Nat knows her better than that. “Not at all.”

[elsiebarnes]

Elsie couldn't help but laugh as she thought more about the name and what odd things people would call them should their channel or tik toks get more attention then they were expecting. Someone may as well dream big. "I like the name. I'm just worried that we aren't doing ourselves any favors because it's not the sexiest name and we're two sexy girls." Elsie teased. "But the nerdy edge might make us more endearing."

"No, evenings work good for me." Her mother was an early bird and most of her appointments were scheduled for early in the morning so she could get them over with as opposed to stress about them for most of the day so it meant that she had most of the day to do with as she pleased. "I bet there's more options for the afternoon so people have time to get off work." She opened her note application and made herself a to-do list which had to check their name, created a tik tok account, and then get signed up for classes. The last one had a start given that the first two was a unnecessary without a class for them to take.

"I think the first thing I'm purchasing if we get famous is a sauna and then I'm going to purchase one of those vibrating machines where you just have to stand on it and lose weight." Especially since she hated working out. Hence why she preferred doing something active and fun like classes. "That not be the worst thing. Famous for something stupid is better than not being famous at all."

Natalie couldn't help but laugh at Elsie's comment about TUD being a possible nickname. "Yeah, I think we should double-check, just in case we're accidentally starting some kind of underground society." She grinned, loving the playful thought of it. "But, I agree, 'The Unlikely Duelists' definitely has a cool vibe. It’s got that mix of quirky and mysterious, don’t you think?"

She took another sip of her drink, her mind already running through the logistics Elsie had brought up. "As for schedules, I’m pretty flexible, honestly. I’ve been craving a change in routine, so I’m open to almost anything. How about we start with evenings? Gives us the whole day to get our ducks in a row. But if mornings work better for you, I can make that work too. You know me, I’m all about going with the flow." She gave Elsie a teasing wink, thinking about how monotonous her life had become before Elsie had come back. It was too many days of early morning work shifts that were paired with a midday nap to spending nights at the bars to combat the loneliness of it all.

“And yes, getting in shape sounds like a win! But if we make money, I think I might need a bigger mirror to admire myself in when we’re famous.” She chuckled, imagining the chaos they could create with their unexpected venture. “Let’s just hope our chaotic energy doesn’t accidentally turn us into local legends for all the wrong reasons.”

[shhh-secret-time]

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

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before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

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