#I realize I am not normal about this at all

[pentakillmordekaiser]

i dont normally talk on posts other than tags but like I feel like I need to say something

i don't personally have OCD (as far as I'm aware). i am schizophrenic and bipolar so I do get some actually fucked up thought patterns but like. Please for the love of god whether or not you have OCD or anything that makes you have obsessive thought patterns or otherwise. realize that you're not a bad person for like... not knowing. or even not going out of your way to reblog something that says "reblog or you're Fucked up and Evil!!!!!!!!!!!" or literally anything of that nature

also in my experience, or what i've noticed, is that this causes a LOT of trouble in LGBT spaces. which is utterly fucking insane if you ask me. the point of a community is to build each other up, not tear each other down. generally, the state of things of right now (at least in the U.S., speaking as someone who lives there) are SUPER exhausting. especially for neurodivergent or mentally ill ppl who are also LGBT. everything sucks right now for lack of a better word

that being said, anyone with OCD or otherwise, I promise you're not a bad or evil person for not always being aware of everything. like I said, its just SO exhausting to read the types of posts that OP mentioned. i know The Disorder can make you think about some scary shit but you're not the root of all evil. please take care of yourselves. i love yall.

tumblr: constantly be aware of your own privilege. constantly be aware of your capacity of be evil. hey i know you really like that new piece of media but make sure you're aware of all of the problematic elements all the time. hey i noticed you reblogged a post from a designated Bad Person so please make sure you do a thorough background check on everyone you reblog from to make sure they're not bad, otherwise people might get the wrong idea about you. always be aware of everything bad that's happening in the world all the time because silence is violence. i see you not reblogging this post btw. activist burnout is a privilege so be aware of that. xyz people are required to reblog this post. if you're not constantly fighting against designated Bad People you are inherently complicit and therefore a Bad Person.

people with ocd:

[kxsagi]

I love your works! I wanna make a request for Sae and Rin, please! I hope this is alright. Sae and Rin with a third sibling—but, instead of soccer, this third sibling chose boxing instead.

“𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬”

a/n: thank you so much! reader is a girl boss in this one 🙂‍↕️

(art credits go to karasuao_0101 on x)

being the third itoshi sibling came with expectations: mainly to be born with cleats on your feet and an obsession with kicking things into nets. but somewhere between sae’s cold indifference and rin’s chronic inability to have fun, you realized soccer was not your destiny. you didn’t want to pass or shoot or dribble. you wanted to punch things. preferably people. and that’s how you ended up boxing while your brothers were busy being the emotional support walls of famous football clubs. 

you came home one day with a swollen eye and a busted lip, casually biting into a sandwich like you hadn’t just gone twelve rounds with a girl who looked like she drank protein shakes for breakfast and punched trees for fun. rin glanced at you from the couch, not even blinking. “what happened to your face?” 

you looked up mid-chew. “won the match. with my skull.” 

sae walked in behind him, took one look at your face, sighed like someone who aged ten years instantly. “mom thought you’d be the normal one.” 

“well she shouldn’t have put all her eggs in this genetically repressed basket,” you said, voice muffled by bread. “also, the other girl looks worse. i made her question her life choices and possibly see the light.” 

“she was fourteen,” rin muttered. 

“and yet still taller than me. i had to do what i had to do.” 

training with them was worse. one time you convinced rin to spar, just light work, no face hits, promise. ten seconds in, you body shot him so hard he dropped like a sack of trauma and lay on the mat looking up at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed him. “did you just punch the soul out of me?” 

you knelt beside him, all sweet and innocent. “you dodge emotions so well, rin. i thought your abs could take a little physical pain too.” 

sae, in his older brother way of expressing affection (aka buying you things and still not making eye contact), once gifted you a pair of custom gloves. matte black. embroidered with “itoshi menace.” you were genuinely touched. you’d never received something so cool. you were about to thank him when he casually added, “there’s a GPS tracker in the wrist. you disappear after matches and i don’t trust you.” 

“what am i? a flight risk?” 

“yes.” 

family dinners were a delightful mix of commentary on your footwork, rin mumbling about your form being too open, and you threatening to throw mashed potatoes at anyone who brought up cardio. every time you lifted your fork, it was a flex. not emotionally. physically. your biceps were stronger than their coping mechanisms. 

you weren’t a prodigy. you weren’t a soccer genius. you were the younger sibling with fists of fury, a resting fight face, and the distinct ability to make both your brothers flinch when you raised your hand too fast near them. they didn’t say it, but you knew they feared you more than they’d ever feared a match. which meant, in your books? 

you were absolutely winning. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[artistsfuneral]

lol I promise I’m not her!

How about uh… you know when someone has long hair? Beauty and the beast style, kiss their hair and say something unintentionally lovely, and then realizing uh, that wasn’t very platonic of me, was it?

Oddly specific asks, I got them 😂🙈🥰

You can tell by the first line just how long this has been in my ask box 👉👈 oops?

tags: Lambert/Aiden, pure fluff, hair braiding

Late in the evening, Lambert watched Aiden struggle with his hair from across the campfire. The sun had already vanished behind the tall tree tops, leaving the forest around them in the shadows. As a result, the flickering flame of their campfire was the only light scource around and Aiden's dark skin was bathed in a golden, almost ethernal light. He looked unbelievably pretty and there was nothing Lambert could do about it but stare at him dumbly.

Stare and silently watch him struggle with his long, dark waves. Under normal circumstances, Aiden would have long since braided his hair into a complicated wreath that settled around his head like a crown, but hours earlier the two of them had gotten into a fight with a group of mountain bandits, in which Aiden had sprained his wrist - already weak from an old injury - in a way potions couldn't fix. So Lambert watched as the cat grew more and more frustrated with his terrible, one-handed attempts at his usual braid, hoping that he'd somehow find the courage to do help.

In the end it was Aiden's short temper that made him act. When yet another attempt failed, the cat let out a loud sound, full of overwhelming frustration and the tired desperation that had built up over the last hour or so. Tears sprung into his pale green eyes and Lambert needed a moment to remind himself that Aiden was not actually hurt, that it simple were Aiden's mutagenes kicking in, making him "feel big emotions over little things". Even so, the wolf found himself unable to watch any longer.

Walking around the fire, Lambert sat down behind Aiden and forced the comb out of his hands. "What the fuck?! Piss off, Lambert," Aiden protested, angrily wiping the tears from his face. "Shut up. I'm being nice to you."

"You are?"

"I am. Now sit still!" Flustered by their close proximity - even though it was Lambert who made the decision to walk over, it still feels like a sudden change - the wolf grumbled and growled under his breath. Yet his hands were gentle as they combed through Aiden's locks. Sectioning hair into equal parts, he let his muscle memory take over. As soon as Aiden understood what was going on, he asked full of astonishment, "You can braid?"

Lambert huffed out a breath, fingers gliding through the cat's hair, picking up strands, layering them, over and under and over again in a pattern all too familiar to him, while holding the rest securely between his free fingers and the palm of his hand. "Of course I can braid."

"Of course? Lambert, there's no "of course" about this. Why the fuck do you know how to braid?" Aiden demanded to know. "I grew up with three older sisters. Most witchers of my school wear their hair long. I have a twelve year old niece. My best friend's hair is long enough to reach the middle of his back," he replied, the last sentence coming out quieter than the others. Aiden didn't need to know that he spent hours upon hours learning how to braid all of the cat's favorite hairstyles. Just in case that knowledge would ever be needed. His brothers had laughed at him, called him a lovesick fool, but now the just-in-case scenario was happening and Lambert could confidently wrap Aiden's long wavy hair into a braided crown and secure it in place with the ribbon he snatched out of Aiden's hands.

Proud of his work, he squeezed the cat's shoulders to signal that he was done, then gently patted over the intricate braid. "There, you're perfect."

Before he realized how much his voice had given away the love he felt for Aiden, he had already placed a gentle kiss on top of his head.

Aiden's head shot around in an instant and his eyes, wide open and searching, found Lambert's panicked ones. A single breath escaped Aiden's lips as he realized.

"Oh."

[emeraldserenade]

Late Night Meeting ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you only seemed to run into Joaquín at night in the kitchen

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, reader has a RBF, annoying person named Clare (sorry if your name is Clare), barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Whoopsie, I kinda went MIA for a while because I had to drive back home and then I was just decompressing from my trip (there were bed bugs in my hotel and I've been miserable). Anyway, I'm back! My trip to see my friends was great AND I got the email last week that I passed my final chem exam! Anyway, now that I am back I will be focusing on finishing my requests but for the time being I hope you enjoy this.

A special shoutout to @sidkneeeee for wishing me luck on my final! Thank you for always reading, liking, and reblogging my stories as well as your kind words, they are very much appreciated and help me keep my motivation for writing.

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You moved into the compound after being recruited for the new Avengers. You had met the only other two here, Sam Wilson and Joaquín Torres. You smiled and shook their hands and expected to be treated the same way you always where. Like you would explode the world if someone even looked at you wrong. You knew you looked intimidating and that you would bite the head off anyone who wronged you. But it wasn't your fault that you have a resting bitch face.

You noticed something peculiar though, while both Sam and Joaquín would treat you like a normal person. You only ever seemed to see Sam around, Joaquín was always off doing something else or you just never heard anything about him. You just guessed that he was scared of you and what you could do, so you thought nothing of it. Until you wandered into the kitchen late one night to find him standing in front of a pot on the stove.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were in here," you muttered and moved to the fridge. You wanted the rest smoothie your smoothie rom earlier.

"Nah, you're good," Joaquín told you, flashing you a smile. You gave him one back and second guessed why he was never around. He didn't seem scared of you but he was also never around. You decided to put it to rest and head back to bed, your smoothie in hand and Joaquín watching you leave.

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After that meeting you seemed to run into him almost every night in the kitchen. You had the bad habit of always needing to drink something before bed and brushing your teeth. You would have to guess that it stemmed from your mom having you drink a glass of water every night before bed. And Joaquín seemed to always be snacking when you walked in.

"What are you snacking on today?" You questioned him, you two had started talking each night.

"I cut up an apple," he hummed and you watched him take a bite.

"Ah, nice," you replied and you two feel into a silence. Not an uncomfortable one, just a silence. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," Joaquín answered and you took a deep breath.

"Why do you avoid me during the day?" You rushed out but before he could answer, one of the newer recruits walked in. She had only joined a few days ago but she was all over Joaquín when possible.

"Joaquín! There you are!" She practically shrieked and you cringed at her volume. You didn't like her but sucked it up because Sam said she was needed for the team. You took her arrival as reason to leave and downed the rest of your drink before leaving. You shot Joaquín a quick smile, ignoring the glare from the girl, and headed down the hallway.

"What was that yell?" Sam groggily asked from his door when you passed.

"Newbie got real excited when she saw Joaquín," you informed him.

"She has a name," Sam mumbled.

"Eh, don't care at the moment," you gently kicked the ground in annoyance.

"Have a good night, y/n," Sam bid you a good night.

"You too, Sam," you waved gently and started heading down the hall to your room again.

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It was a few weeks in the kitchen without Joaquín, you had to guess that he was spending his nights with the newbie. You had resigned to the fact that you would be alone at night when Joaquín finally showed in the kitchen again.

"Is Clare here?" He looked around frantically and shook your head.

"No, why?" You tilted your head a little at the sigh of relief that he released.

"I've been trying to avoid her for weeks, it's why I haven't been here," he explained and you made a shocked face.

"Joaquín!" You heard the newbie say from the hallway and took his arm, grabbing an apple for him on the way out with your free hand. You dragged him to the closest room, his. You shoved him in the door and he pulled you along with him. You only then realized you forgot your drink, but before you had time to be sad, Joaquín handed it to you.

"I only avoid you during the day because I know if I saw you in daylight, I'd fall irrevocably in love with you," Joaquín told you and you gently gasped while handing him the apple.

"Huh?" You cursed yourself for not being more poetic.

"You asked me a few weeks ago why I avoid you during the day, it's because I know if I were to see you in the daylight. Your face lit and warmed by the sun while you smile and laugh with Sam over some joke, I'd fall in love with you," Joaquín reiterated and you stared at him, the straw of your drink stuck to your bottom lip.

"I'm in love with you," you blurted out and slapped a hand over your mouth in shock. "Wait, that-" Joaquín cut you off by removing your drink from your hand, the straw from where it was attached, kissing you. You melted into it and let out a content sigh.

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Masterlist | Requests

[aidoneusmelindia]

there is so many fanfics to write, so many ideas swirling around in my brain and somehow I can't find one that I actually write~ I can write about Kevin and Riko and their teenage homoerotic obsession with one another or about Andrew and Neil and the hardships of navigating a long-distance relationship Neil's fifth year or about Andrew and Neil living in domestic-bliss while healing from their early years after they've settled down in their own place or about a Kandreil AU where Kevin and Andrew hooked up before Neil came into the picture and Kevin and Neil connected after Andrew and Neil broke up and then they somehow find their way to each other or about a Kandreil AU where Kevin realizes he's not interested in a normal relationship and he is Andreil's not as much romantic so more so platonic and sometimes sexual life-long partner who lives with them during the off-season or about the Twinyards navigating the troubles of loving but not liking your own brother and building a relationship from the ground up after all the shit they went through or about an AU where Andrew and Neil break up because there's too many struggles but they find their way back to each other anyway and live happily ever after DO YOU SEE MY PROBLEM!? How am I supposed to pick just one? HOW?

[vulpixisananimal]

[A: 4 C: 81] - Past

[(Saffron)]  {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| +Rosmarinus+ =Socks= 

<. . . . . . . . . You steel yourself, and step out into the clearing where their little camp was made. For a few moments, the only sound in the air is the wind. You break it.> “. . . . Percival.”

“Siffrin.”

“Merlon.”

“Stargazer”

“. . . . . . . Pétronille.”

“. . . .” <She doesn’t meet your gaze, instead her tired eyes are fixed to the ground. She sighs.> “. . . Hey, Siffy.”

<The silence returns, despite your best efforts. After a few more moments, Perci gestures to a spare stool.> “Please, sit. I ah. . . I hope the journey was. . . Pleasant?”

“It was fine.” <You walk over and sit.> “. . . Percival, are you reading my thoughts right now?”

“A-ah, yes, right.” +Good call, he pats down his pockets looking for something, before Merlon passes him a 3D puzzle. He takes it.+ “Thank you, for the reminder.”

<You squint at him.> “Of course, I would hate for you to accidentally forget about your single most infuriating skill.”

<You see his face crack into anger for a fraction of a second before he relaxed.> “Siffrin, I truly did forget, forgive me.”

“I doubt that.”

“Stargazer, please.” <Merlon speaks up, putting a hand on Percis knee.> “. . . Give him grace, please. I’m sure you remember our last encounter, yes? You can imagine the. . . The stress.”

“. . . Fine. I’m sorry.” <Someone else talk already.>

“. . I, accept your apology, Siffrin. . . A-and, er . . .” +Perci takes a breath and looks up at you.+ “I. . . realized after you er. . . Met, my former tutor I have. . . Blood- Siffrin, I’ve been ableist towards you and Ramos and I am sorry.”

“Huh?!?” +You blink at that, what? Huh? What?+ 

“I was. . . taught that people like you, systems, are. . . W-well, broken.” +He looks to the ground.+ “I didn’t mean to be discriminatory, but I have. And I am sorry.”

“. . . . Uh.” +You look to the side, awkwardly.+ “I-I, uh, didn’t notice it?”

“I insulted you when we fought.” +He sighs.+ “I believed what you are was something to be. . . fixed. In fact it’s what led me to think, doing what I did to Ramos, was the right thing to do.”

[(. . . . What a crab.)] “You buried them and made Ramos ‘normal’ because they were ‘broken.’”

+W-well at least he’s recognised it now. He nods.+ “Yes. And that was wrong of me. I’m sorry.”

“. . . Apology accepted.” +You shake your head, letting out an awkward laugh.+ 

“. . . Would you like some soup, Siffrin?” +Merlon motions to the covered pot.+ “Cream and potato, poison free.”

“Heheh.” +You fiddle with your hands, you are kinda hungry. . .+ “U-uh, i-if, it’s not a bother or drain on your resources or. . .”

“Oh it’s no problem at all.” +They stood, grabbed a spare bowl, and lifted the lid off the pot. Steam rose from the soup, and your stomach growled.+

+They filled the bowl and replaced the lid, before handing it to you. You take it with a smile.+ “T-thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Siffrin.” [(She hummed, and returned to their seat. You’re really going to just, eat that. Aren’t you.)]

+Of course? They offered??? You take a moment, blow on the soup, then eat a spoonful.+

+. . . WHOAH!!!+

“This is really good!” +You beam.+ “D-did you make this?”

“O-oh! No, no.” +Merlon chuckled, then gestured to Perci.+ “I can’t do much more than bread on toast in the kitchen; this is all Cicis work.”

“Wh-”

“Ha!” +Perci grins in your direction.+ “I am a man of many talents~”

“H-hah, yeah, I, w-wow. . .” +You look back down at your bowl, and take another spoonful.+

[(We should stop. Who knows what they could’ve put in this soup!!!)]

|No no, eat.|

[(Are you out of your mind?!? How can you trust-)]

<Quiet. We’ve already taken one bite, the second would be just as deadly.>

[(FINE.)]

+You scarf down the food, but try to not go so fast you choke. Once you’ve had your fill, you set the bowl to the side.+

“. . . . Oh blind it all.” +Merlon sighs and rolls their eyes.+ “Siffrin, Nille told us what happened between you two. If you two would like to talk about it in private, then-”

“No.” +Nille interrupts, still looking at the ground.+ “It’s, fine.”

“. . . N-Nille?” +You look at her.+ “. . . I-”

“I’m sorry, okay?” +She says with bitterness.+ “It’s, it’s done. I’m sorry. It was stupid. Can we move on now?”

+?!?!?!?+

[(Well! That’s not healthy.)]

<Saffron saying something’s not healthy? Unheard of.> “Pétronille, I’m, I’m sorry but we can’t just, move on-”

“Watch me!” <Finally she looks up at you.> “I’m sorry, okay! I’m an idiot! I’m stupid! I’m the moron who keeps making everything worse! Wow, another rash decision from Nille that ruins everything! Who knew! Change, you should probably just stand up and walk back to your family since CLEARLY you’re a better sibling for Bonnie than I am!”

“N-Nille, no-”

“No what?!? I attacked you! I probably even killed you multiple times in the process, but I don’t even know!!! Ha! And now they all know, too! I can already see Bonnies face if I go back, crabs, Isabeau might just kill me on the spot!!! Ha! HAHA-!”

“Nille!!!” <You snap.> “They don’t know.”

<Her voice catches mid breakdown.> “. . . . W-what?”

“I didn’t tell them.” <You look down.> “They think it was a sadness.”

“. . . . . . Why?” <She talks softly.>

“. . . Because. . .” +You can’t look at her.+ “. . . B-because, I deserved it.”

“SIFFRIN?!?!?”

“S-stargazer!!!” 

“Blood, Siffrin!”

+You hold up your hands in defence.+ “I-I mean I- I kinda did?!?!”

“No!” +Nille glares at you.+ “You were crabbing scared of talking to me for this VERY REASON!!! Why the hell should you- uhhrggGGHHH.”

+You hide in your cloak collar.+ “. . . S-sorry?”

“Whatever.”

|. . . We. . . need to bring it up.|

+I-I know, I just. . .+

[(I’ll do it. You breathe in, and out.)] “There is one thing. It’s to do with Bonnie.”

[(You see her breathing slow, she talks in a whisper.)] “. . . What happened?”

“. . . Well.” [(Stars.)] “I got a heart attack soon after you left, and after about ten minutes, I die. Unfortunately, I was unconscious for the entire thing, so when I died, time rolled back right back to when I was still unconscious.”

“What?!?” [(Merlon stands up.)] “You, you created an Auburn Paradox?!?”

“A what?” [(Perci cocks his head.)]

“A situation in which a wish can only be fulfilled by the breaking of said wish.” [(They explained.)] “It was coined by, by, by. . . . A-ah, nevermind. Still, Siffrin, how?”

“W-well, the others in the party would just do the same actions each loop as nothing changes. But. . .” [(You look at your friend, then away.)] “But, Bonnie. . .”

[(You hear a sharp inhale.)]

“. . . It took around thirteen hours, broken into ten minute chunks.” [(You shakily breathe in, and out.)] “They saved my life.”

“O-oh, oh my god.” [(The Carpenter voice is quavering.)] “A-are, are they okay?!?”

“Th-they’re okay, physically.” [(You still don’t look at her.)] “Mentally? I don’t know. But I’d bet my two silver coins it’s not good. A-ah, and we’re. . . Tied in level now, too.”

“Fuck” [(You finally steal a glance. She’s looking up to the sky, face a sickly pale shade.)] “I. . .”

“Oh dear.” [(Perci stands up and walks over to Nille, taking off a newly made glove as he does.)] “Siffrin, I know how this looks but please trust me.”

[(Before you can even respond, his shaking hand is on her forehead, and you can smell the wave of mint that follows. You stand, but pause at Merlons commanding glare. . . What do we do?)]

+W-well, considering they haven’t, done anything bad to her yet. . .+

<They would have mind controlled her by now anyways. This is either genuine, or bait. Either way, don’t fall for it.>

[(Okay. You slowly sit down and watch him intently. After a few minutes of silence and concentration, Percival breaks his hold, and steps back, sweating. Switch with me again.)]

+O-okay! You watch as Nille blinks a few times, then leans forward in her chair, letting out a rush of air.+ “C-crab. . . I-I. . .”

“Pétronille?!? W-what did he do to you???” +You’re gripping your legs in anxiety.+

“I. . . J-just- Change I dunno, feel like I’ve gone from a five mile sprint to asleep in a blink. . .”

“You were spiraling, so I had to manipulate the amygdala, the part of the brain in charge of panic responses, and force it to stop.” +Perci explains.+ “It’s for, ah. . . Should I. . ?”

+Nille rightens herself, glances at you, then away.+ “. . . G-go on, tell him.”

“Of course. So. Merlon and I found Pétronille earlier tonight, and as soon as we got to her, she collapsed.” +He clears his throat.+ “We couldn’t just leave her, so we revived her and agreed to turn back to reunite you all. But as you can see we had to make camp; for her health.”

[(You give him a side-eye.)] “That’s. . . Very kind of you.”

“There’s no excuse not to be kind.” +He replies in a tired tone.+ “After finding out what happened and taking a look in her mind— and only a look —found that she is. . . Well, in the same state that I induced in Madame Odile; her sadness is breaking down her walls.”

+You shudder, looking at Nille with a wide eye. She glances at you, then away, again.+ “. . . Gee, thanks for the delicate explanation, Perci.”

“Sorry, delicate is hard for me right now.” +He huffs.+ “But, that’s what that was. I’m helping keep that sadness from getting stronger and clawing its way out.”

“. . . . . I. . . See.” +You shudder, and bite your lip, thinking about what to say before settling.+ “. . . Thank you, both of you.”

“It’s our pleasure.”

+. . . . . The silence returns. What, do we. . .+

“. . . S-so, about, going back to camp.” [(You straighten up, and turn to the Carpenter.)] “I. . . I-I would like you to come back. With me.”

“Come back?” [(She glares at you.)] “I’ve already crabbed it up beyond repair.”

“No you haven’t.” [(You half-smile at her.)] “You were scared about what Bonnie remembered, a-and I didn’t talk to you about it and just pretended it was fine. I’m, sorry.”

“You don’t-” [(She cuts herself off, then takes a breath.)] “. . . Bonnie’s gonna hate me.”

“You would be surprised.” [(You chuckle, rubbing your arm.)] “It might take time, but they’ll understand. I promise.”

“. . .” [(She sighs.)] “. . . I’ve been burned on your promises before, Sif.”

“I know.” [(You look down.)] “But. . . I’ll try to not make this one so flammable, okay?”

“. . . SNRK-!” [(She laughs, as do the Historians)] “Changedammit- stop making me feel better!”

“Sorry, not possible!” [(You laugh)] “But, really, I’m sorry. You’re our friend, and, our family. And. . . I, I would like to have you back. Please.”

[(The Carpenter looks down, leaning on her knees. After a minute of thought, she snuffles, and nods her head.)] “. . . Ha, hah. . . A-alright, I will.”

+YESSSSSSSSS!!!!+

|O-oh thank the stars.|

[(Phew)]

<Nice work.>

“In that case.” |Perci sits up and stretches.| “We’ll clear our. That is, if you two think you can make it back to your group.”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” |Nille looks up.| “Let me help clean.”

“Oh please no.” |Merlon stands.| “You are our guests! Guests don’t clean, simple as that.”

“But-” |You start to protest.| 

“That’s final, Stargazer.” |They smile warmly at you.| 

“. . . A-alright. |You relent, and stay seated. Stars. . .|

[(Perci starts getting up to help also, but Merlon just puts a hand on his shoulder and forces him to sit again. They don’t have much to pack, anyways. By the looks of it, they had barely set up camp by the time you arrived and probably wanted to have dinner first. You glanced around the small campsite, you’re still wary of the Monets.)]

[(But. . .)]

[(. . . You look at Nille. She looks. . . Better.)]

+. . . . . W-we should, ask, shouldn’t we.+

|M-maybe. . .|

<I won’t.> 

[(I. . . Can’t.)]

=. . .=

+Stars FINE. You wait until the two are done packing their things away before talking.+ “Perci.”

“Hmm?” +He looks up from what he’s doing.+

“. . . I. . .” +You sigh.+ “. . . I don’t want us to fight anymore.”

“. . . Blood.” +He lets out a relieved sigh, and you see his shoulders relax.+ “You beat me to it.”

“Wh-???” +You look up.+

“I like you, Siffrin, Rosmarinus- If it’s alright if I call you that.” +He smiles at you.+ “While it’s been a. . . Pain, knowing you have some information that could help with our project. . . I think enough, is enough.”

“Please.” +You let out a sigh of relief.+ “I, I, I-I don’t know what I know that could help. I have a few ideas b-but. . . M-maybe I can, let, Ramos look in there to let you know o-or I could, tell you what I know it’s just. . .”

“It’s hard to trust a stranger, borderline villain?” +He laughs.+ “Oh trust me, I know~”

“R-right.” +You nervously rub your shoulder.+ “B-but, but I know that the others will want to make you promise not to mind craft random people, s-so, I don’t know. . .”

“I see.” +His smile fades a little, but is still there.+ “We. . . After what happened with Ramos, I don’t think I’ll do anything as drastic. A light mind read here, a little dive there if they deserve it, but I won’t change people.”

“That’s. . .” +W-well. . . It’s, better?+ “. . That’s, better. As long as you’re being responsible with what you learn, then, I-I guess that can work.”

“Cross my heart.” +He taps his chest.+ “Ha. Still, I doubt your companions will want to see either of us. We could wait in Dormont for you all?”

“S-sounds fair.” +You stand up, then glance at Merlon.+ “I’m guessing you want to see the King, don’t you.”

“. . . I do.” +Merlon gives you a soft look.+ “He is, was, one of us. I don’t know why, but. . . I would like to see him in his frozen state. Even apart from the implications of his last words.”

|”I remember it, I remember it all. . .” . . . . You internally shudder.|

“I, I can understand that.” +You dust off your cloak and shake out your hair. Then look to Perci.+ “Then. . . We’ll see you in Dormont?”

“We’ll see you then, Siffrin.” +He chuckles, his exhausted gaze giving away his relief. He holds out a hand.+ “Promise.”

+You reach out a-+

“Ah! Wait!” +Perci shakes his head, grinning, and slips his glove back on before extending that hand again.+ “Don’t want any slip ups now, do we?”

“O-OH!” +Whoops! You reach out again.+ “H-haha, right.”

+The two of you shake hands.+

+Your shoulders relax. Finally, stars. . . It’s just, over with. You don’t need to worry about these blinding historians anymore! Sure, there’ll probably be a lot of explaining, but that’s okay! As long as you weren’t fighting, you could take all the time you need.+

+You grip his hand firmly, and smile. It felt good, honestly, finally getting this over with. It made you feel all. . . All good inside.+

[wackywatchdotcom]

Seeing you be very normal about small details in the show got me thinking about Pomni, and I was wondering if you've thought about the possibility that Pomni probably hasn't eaten in several days. Like, we know they don't NEED to eat.. but it's probably not healthy for her mentally to skip the process of 'taking care of your body'. Ragatha, for example, says that participating in sleeping despite the fact they don't need to- helps keep them mentally steady. Idk just a thought..

ooooooooh.... its a good thought!!!!!

i DO think that like. theres definitely some psychological aspects to a lot of things like eating and sleeping that i feel like tadc characters would be at risk of neglecting... like with something like sleep, i think they can go without it for a LONG time without physical fatigue BUT at the same time like. psychologically sleep is IMPORTANT. i dont know all the science of it but iirc sleep isnt just a physical need but i get the feeling thats not smth that occurs to people in the circus often :[ ragatha seems aware enough of the benefit of the routine of sleeping and how the adventures can be helpful for that to BUT i imagine even she doesnt fully realize that sleep is still pretty important for them, just in a different way

on that note i could definitely see eating being similar!!!! its not something thatll physically harm a person in the circus if they dont eat but also eating is a deeply ingrained aspect of human life, and while i struggle to place a specific problem abstaining from it for too long in the circus couls cause, i COULD imagine it being like. at LEAST psychologically disorienting. especially with jax claiming he feels hungry??? it implies that its similar to the breathing thing that they may not phsyically need to , but their mind still assumes they do....

i DO get curious if they have like. regular meals?? i liek the hc that theres some sort of kitchen in the circus (seeing the weird little couch area was SOOO exciting for me, im super invested in finding out more about the layout of the circus!!!!! i like details like that theyre FUN) so imagine theres SOME way to access food just like how they have bedrooms (though, i get the feeling caine doesnt have a complete idea of what sleep IS but thats a diff thing). but also with them having a feast at the end of the pilot could imply they do, but with that 'reward' not being brought up at ALL in the next three eps (caine has the opportunity to mention it but noticably doesnt, especially in ep 2 where he just full on Leaves after the adventure- it seems more like he just sorta congratulates people on completing adventures and makes sure everyones accounted for and calls it a day) makes me think that communal meals are NOT super common, or at the very least them being coordinated by caine isnt...

all that to say that if shes only been part of the ep 1 feast (i cannot imagine she ate i feel like she was too out of it to do Anything😭) i am unsure if shed have gone out of her way to find a kitchen... if she wanted to know i think shed feel comfortable asking ragatha about it, but i wonder if its even crossed her mind???? and i imagine that would be jarring for her to realize, and also generally psychologically Not The Best for her...

[thewoodshungers-if]

Hey there!! Do you still do react asks? If so...

How would the ROs react to overhearing Mc gush about them to someone? Very obviously crushing. Unprompted. Just got an occasion to talk about RO and did. Third party is suffering through this.

Viel: Couldn't stop himself from saying a retort, but his face grew red as he kept talking, eyes can't seem to meet yours and maybe, just maybe, that third person would become collateral damage as they witnessed you and Viel bickering.

"Yeah, right. You better shut your mouth- You damned- Don't look at me like that! What was that look for? Looking for a fight aren't you?!"

Nora: Would be horrified lol. Briefly wondered if you were being sarcastic or if you were making fun of her. When she realizes that you were speaking genuinely, she would keep quiet to listen to you talk, a smile growing on her lips. The only one that would NOT say anything about it to you.

"Why am I staring at you? Heh, it's nothing. Just thought you're cute, that's all."

Ylfa: Teases you mercilessly for it. Might attempt to roped the third-party into roasting you over it as well depending on who it was. This would probably go on for a few days, and then nothing. A few weeks pass until you forgot about it, and THEN she'll bring it up again.

"Oh you love me so much didn't you? You think I'm so pretty, and so good at song-writing- What? You didn't say the last part? You did! You wanna kiss me so bad, didn't you?"

Aen'frie: Calculatively watches the third-party's expression, taking note of what you were gushing about to IMPROVE + do more of the things you like about them. Depending on what you said, might even ask you for a more in-depth explanation from you 😭 by asking you DIRECTLY about it.

"So... I heard you say something about me yesterday. Just wanted to inquire further on that- Why are you all red? Anyway, I can you elaborate on what you meant when you said-"

The Cook: Cocky af!! Would quietly walk over behind you, arms crossed, listening intently. They would also watch the third-party's growing horror with glee as you kept on going, waiting until you actually noticed him to say anything.

"Why did you stop? I was listening to that. Keep going."

Caine: The pathetic prince would pretend to not hear you 😭 sorry. It'll keep playing over and over in his head, he'll be reminded of it every time he sees you, face feeling hot as the words play again in his mind. Would not act normally around you for a while.

"Oh! It's uhhh... It's you. Me? I'm fine, why? I'm not- huh? Is somewhing wrong? What were you saying?"

[ckret2]

If you ever watched Hazbin Hotel..do you think Valentino has the same villainous characteristics as Aku (as they are both overlords and tall af cause Valentino is like 10 feet tall ) I'm planning to do a drawing of Aku in this mf's clothing and it just came to me in a vision

I haven't watched the TV show yet, but I have watched the pilot.

So, my understanding of Valentino as a character is severely hampered by the fact that, like... i haven't seen the show. My knowledge comes from the pilot, a music video, angel's comic, the non-canon instagram accounts, and a bunch of posts i've seen other people make about the show (and the people i follow are more likely to talk about whatever the fuck vox & alastor's have going on than about valentino lol).

So take this entire answer with a grain of salt, because I may very well be just,, completely wrong about Valentino lmfao.

But: nah, I don't really think Val & Aku are very similar re: their villainy. Mainly because of the kinds of evil they commit.

Val is a very realistic evil—as in like, we encounter guys just like him all the time. He's an exploitative boss, he's manipulative, he's an abuser, he's a rapist. He controls people.

I read a good book recently (Terror, Love, and Brainwashing by Alexandra Stein) about the psychology of cults—from a perspective where a "cult" can be any size from "a single abuser and their victim/spouse" to "a dictator and the entire nation"—that argued the way cult leaders get people trapped and too mentally fucked up to escape is by inspiring them to simultaneously both fear and love the cult leader. If the cult leader makes somebody fear the outside world and love the cult leader, that's not enough, because the victim has a solution to their fear ("stay in the safety of the cult") and can still think clearly.

But if the cult leader makes somebody love them and fear them, suddenly there's no good solution: when you're in a scary life situation, you want to pull closer to the person you trust & love, but if the person you trust & love is also what you're scared of, this normal human instinct backfires and keeps you trapped in a state of fear without resolution where you can't think clearly and can't realize that the safest thing you can do is let go of the "safe" anchor you're clinging to. And, again, this psychology works at any scale, from couples to nations.

And maybe the show changed directions and I don't know it yet, but from the material I have seen about him, that's the kind of evil Val is. Angel's under his thumb because he feels like he has to stay close to Val (for love, for financial security, for safety) and Val's the only one he can depend upon, but he also feels constantly threatened by Val. The psychological torment of keeping someone suspended between love/terror is how Val maintains control.

And that kind of evil is all but foreign to Aku. He maintains control because he's immortal, superpowered, and can beat up anyone who tries to stop him, and has amassed enough of a fortune to pay other evil people to help him beat up people. People don't obey Aku because they both love and fear him; they just fear him, but can't do anything to him.

And that shows in the ways that he loses control over victims, and how easy it is to lose control. From time to time he tries to get good people to help him by making them promises he won't keep; but rather than using that as an opportunity to psychologically ensnare them, he does nothing about the fact that they still loathe him even when they feel compelled to obey him. And when he gets what he wants, rather than stringing them along with further promises, he goes "lol PSYCH i was never gonna hold up my end of the bargain you idiot"—and makes it very easy for his victims to decide to turn against him.

When he manipulates people, it's very blunt manipulation. "I'll just lie about who I am! I'll pretend to be [a hot chick/a weird swamp hermit], and then drop the act once I have what I want." There's no elaborate mindfuckery. There's no gaslighting. He doesn't try to mentally tear down his victims (aside from, like, calling them fools).

The closest we ever see Aku get to attempting Val's style of love/terror control tactics is when he tries to convince a bunch of children he's a good guy through fairy tales. And he sucks so bad at that.

The Daughters of Aku (the cult) convince the daughters of Aku (the daughters) that Aku's actually the good guy; but like, Aku himself isn't actually involved in that process. He might have no idea what the priestess teaches her victims. We can't give him credit for her work.

While Val's evil like an abusive boyfriend, Aku's evil like an arsonist who sets strangers' houses on fire.

All that said though:

yeah you should totally draw him in Val's clothes. he'd rock that pimp coat.

[ajaxbell]

This tiny bit from ep 7 of the The Truth S2 is a fine example of how every time the lights go out on that show Liu Yuning gloms on to someone, but very specifically how in almost every single episode he ends up holding Zhang Linghe's hand.

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[kittenfangirl20]

Charlie: I hope I am not going upset you, but what happened to your eye.

Vaggie: It’s alright, I never told anyone because they never asked. Many people assume it was a vampire, but it wasn’t. It was my dad, I grew up in one of those ultra religious families that treated everything as a sin. I could only wear skirts that went down to my ankles because a woman showing off jet legs was a sin, my dad seeing you wearing a suit would cause him to meltdown. My hair had to be a certain length because short hair was meant for men. Well, when I was about thirteen, I started to notice how beautiful women were and I wasn’t at all attracted to me. I would find a way to sneak pictures of women I found pretty just so I could look at them. It was nothing beyond looking, but my dad found the collection and started screaming at me about how because I was using my eyes to sin they must be cut out before he cut out my left eye.

Charlie: That is so terrible, he shouldn’t have done that to you.

Vaggie: Thank you, he would have cut out my right eye if Adam hadn’t heard the commotion and ran inside to see what was happening. It was nice to see the look of fear cross dad’s face when a six and a half foot tall priest burst into our home and beat the shit out of him while the true sin is abusing your daughter and not the fact that the daughter likes looking at pretty women since he saw my collection which wasn’t even pornographic at all. Adam took me out of there and found a way for him to get legal custody of me and be my guardian. When I moved into the church that became my home, he asked me what I wanted to do first and I said always wanted to cut my hair to chin length, so he had me sit down and cut my hair that length. I was even allowed to wear jeans and shirts I found cool. Now the reason I grew my hair long is because I chose to do it. I wanted to become a nun because Adam saved me, but Adam would only let me begin my training after I graduate high school because he wanted me to have the normal high school experience. I am thankful for that because I got to do things like go to prom and graduate because of his choice. People thought it was odd that my guardian was a priest, but on his off time he would play the electric guitar and play video games. Though I was rather envious that he had a DD cup and my breasts firmly stated at an A cup.

Charlie: I think your breasts are pretty.

Vaggie blushed and before they knew it, they were kissing. They got out of their clothes as Charlie made love to Vaggie. Vaggie had at most experienced kisses and some intimate touching, but she knew that this was what she wanted now she only wanted it from Charlie. As a vampire Charlie could shape shift parts of her so Vaggie could experience different types of intimacy. Afterwards they curled up together.

Charlie: Stay with me and be mine and I will be yours as well.

Vaggie: I want to stay with you.

That night Adam woke up feeling so rested and happy. He got out of the bed and put on a silk robe so he could walk around the room. Everything was so grand and beautiful, Adam excitedly hugged himself realizing this was his home and he now had a husband who loved him. He went to the bathroom and got a warm bubble bath ready. Once in the tub, he felt strong and gentle hands wash him. He looked up to see Lucifer bathing him.

Lucifer: Did you sleep well my dove?

Adam: Yes, I did.

Lucifer: What would you like to try out tonight?

Adam blushed knowing what he wanted, but he was afraid Lucifer would laugh.

Adam: Promise not to laugh.

Lucifer: I promise.

Adam: I want to know what sex with a pussy feels like. I know vampires can shape shift, I want you to give me a pussy so I can know what it feels like.

To Adam’s relief Lucifer didn’t laugh.

Lucifer: We can do that, but I should warn you that there is a chance you can get pregnant this way and you will be stuck with a vagina until you give birth.

Adam: I don’t mind, I like raising kids.

After Adam was cleaned up, Lucifer took Adam to the mirror and opened Adam’s robe. Lucifer then placed his hand on the intimate part between Adam’s legs. When Lucifer pulled away his hand, Adam started to feel warm between his legs as his dick and balls started to melt before forming into a pussy between his legs. Adam got out of the robe and lay on the bed as he played with the changed part of his body. He blushed as he became soaking wet between his legs. He liked touching himself, but he wanted more, Lucifer moved Adam’s hand and started to eat him out. Adam gasped when he felt Lucifer’s tongue play with his clit. Lucifer was such an expert with his mouth, he made Adam orgasm many times.

Lucifer: Do you want more?

Adam: Yes.

All of this was so nice, but Adam’s wet, aching pussy needed Adam’s dick. Lucifer lay on the bed and coaxed Adam to get on top of him. Adam moved up and down once Lucifer was inside of him. Everting felt so good like last night.

Lucifer: Do you want a baby in you?

Adam: Yes.

Adam knew at that moment the reason why he wanted to experience vaginal sex was because he wanted to experience pregnancy. He remembered once when he was a teen telling a friend that he wanted to get pregnant. His friend laughed at him and said men like them can’t get pregnant. He laughed even more as Adam started to cry. That ended their friendship and the guy had to be sent to another school when he started to bully Adam by stuffing pregnancy tests into Adam’s locker. Now was his chance to have his greatest desire. Lucifer grabbed Adam’s hips and thrust deeper into him, he was going to make sure to fill up Adam with cum and Adam could have his baby. He wanted to see Adam go through the pregnancy process, stomach become even bigger as well as well as round. Lucifer arched his back from the mattress as to fill Adam up with his seed.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Vampire/Priest Au

Adam had to make sure that the church and the living area where he and all the nuns lived were locked up tight at night.

He also made sure everyone had their cross, rosary beads, and wooden stake.

Could never be too careful when Vampires live in the area. Recently one got in and sucked one of his nuns dry as if she were a juice box.

Vaggie: Father.

Adam turned and smiled: Sister Vaggie, you should be in bed for the night, it's dangerous.

Vaggie: I know, I just wanted to be sure everything was secure.

Adam: It is, go to your room and keep your windows locked and curtains drawn.

They couldn't risk losing another one.

-

Charlie dropped the animal on the ground and wiped the blood from her mouth. She turned and saw the glowing eyes of her father in the darkness of the forest.

Charlie: Dad?

Lucifer: It's time to go back to the church.

Charlie: Are you sure?

He turned to the direction of the church, the glow from the stain glass windows in the distance.

His future Queen was in there.

Lucifer: Very sure.

Unlike what the myths said, it wasn’t dangerous for vampires to step onto holy ground. Charlie followed her dad onto the church. He watched the nuns walk through the grounds, but they didn’t interest Lucifer. Lucifer saw his future Queen on the balcony, the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life. Even his black priestly robes couldn’t hide his curves.

Lucifer: Soon you will be my Queen.

Adam heard the words that felt like a caress. Somehow he knew those words were for him and they were a real turn on for him.

Adam internally: Why are you letting yourself do this Adam? You dedicated yourself to the church, you said you would be chaste.

Lucifer: Why should a beauty like you have to be chaste for life.

Adam suddenly felt hands caress his body.

Adam: Who are you?

Lucifer: Invite me into your quarters and you can see me.

Adam: You can come into my quarters.

Adam walked inside not expecting who to see, but it certainly wasn’t a very handsome man. Lucifer smiled at Adam and Adam could see the fangs.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[kizzer55555]

The Vampire Aesthetic

Ok so Danny knows two billionaires personally and they really couldn’t be more different. Yet they had one thing in common. A vampire aesthetic. Sam is fully into goth. Spiderwebs, bats, the color black. She enjoys fangs and fake blood and the darkness of her soul. Meanwhile, Vlad is Vlad. If his name wasn’t enough, the dark clothing, pale skin, and flying around with a cape and fangs with coffins in his mansion really sells it.

Danny doesn’t know many rich people so he thinks this might be some kind of trend. (If Paulina is rich, her family likes the chupacabra) So he just thinks that all rich people have some kind of vampire thing going on.

Cue Danny somehow ending in the Wayne household. Maybe he was brought over as a friend of one of the bats, maybe rescued from a field trip/vacation gone wrong, maybe some other situation. But he is there in civilian form with civilian Waynes and Danny just takes a good long look around the inside of the mansion.

“So where’s the vampire aesthetic?

Everyone freezes.

Danny just starts looking around, checking behind paintings and feeling the walls for secret levers. Used to secret passages with Vlad and possibly Sam. The Fentons definitely had them when they were temporarily rich.

“Come on, I know you guys are hiding it.”

Cue the entire batfamily thinking that this is another Tim and that he is fully aware that these people are the batfamily. Danny hangs around the mansion more and the bats just start dropping their disguises and not even bothering to hide stuff around Danny because they assume he already knows. (Possibly even trying to recruit him to be a new bat) Meanwhile, Danny, who does not know these people are batman and his birds, just does not pick up on any of it.

He grew up in a health violation with a giant ballon observatory lab above his head and a portal to the afterlife in his basement. He is a half dead teenager who has tea with the god of time and his godfather is the other parent to his clone child. He’s used to death lazers being scattered across his home and mysterious stains on clothing.

People are weird! He doesn’t judge!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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「 I turned my eyes away and lived 」 truth of the immortal alliance conference comes to light

[ID: Scum Villain fanart, set in Proud Immortal Demon Way. In image one, Shang Qinghua bids the viewer (Mu Qingfang) goodbye with closed eyes and a smile as he walks toward Mobei-jun. Ice arrows threaten to pierce him; dry blood trails his step and coats his uniform, hands, and face. In image two, Mu Qingfang is kneeling, surrounded by fire and silhouettes of dead disciples, looking upon the viewer (Shang Qinghua) with a stricken expression. Their hair is disheveled and fresh blood soaks their uniform and cheek. A hand lingers on their sword, hesitant to unsheathe it. END ID]