#I'm just tossing shit out and seeing what sticks lol

[littleblueberryartist]

thinks about bdtt I wonder how much venti remembers from previous timeloops I wonder if he remembers and tries to save his loved ones but fails over and over because fate is not easily swayed what if it was a battle of his love against istaroth's

what if he doesn't but can't help but feel this sense of dread whenever a death is near, wondering if it's intuition or another ability like the songs

[ctrlhope]

I need a Spider Jimin in my life. I have a fear of them and had a giant one in my room, I couldn't kill it or move it, so I just stared at it, hyperventilating and crying. Couldn't look away because if I did, where would it have gone! In the end, my roommate got it after I called for them.

I need Jimin to tell them to leave my space alone or for me not to see them 😔

NOOOOO!!! I used to be so scared of spiders too <//3 like once there was a spider in my room and i stg i looked like i was working in a meth lab with the gear i put on to grab it and take it outside AJHBJSB like had a hoodie tied tight around my head, my old lab safety goggles on, gloves, and a face mask armed with cup and paper in hand. I don't know what i thought it was gonna do to me bro 😭😭 now they don't scare me (i'm now the designated spider-taker-outsider lol) but it must've not been fun at all for you :(((( i'm glad your roomate was there to help you out!! Little spider jimin blurb under the cut to help you cope with the trauma 😔😔

— Dangerous Predator

wc: 1.7k

genre: fluff, hybrid au, soft yandere

content: soft yandere!jimin, hybrid!jimin, spider!jimin, fem!reader, manipulation, kisses, jimin is a good actor, and he’s really sweet <\\3 -> the pitfalls of silk drabble

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni

Oh god. Oh god what is that– that thing?! 

If your eyes were a second slower, they would’ve missed it. If your reaction speed was just a feather more hesitant you would’ve never noticed the massive creeping brown arachnid skittering across your floor. Legs longer than you’ve ever seen, a massive thorax sticking high in the air making it look all the more menacing, as if it was actually threatening you. As if it had its sights set on you.

The yelp that tears through your throat makes its way out faster than you can stop it, your body jumping high as it tries to scramble on the kitchen counter– plant itself high off the ground, away from where the predator lurks. Ready to do… do whatever it was thinking of doing… yeah. 

Okay, maybe you don’t exactly know what its plans were, but they can’t be any good! Not when it was moving towards your foot like, like that! When your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen, hiding away, sulking in the basement, pretending the food you're cooking doesn’t smell as amazing as it does. 

Sure, you can handle the small spiders– the little ones that appear as no more than dark spots in the corners you can’t see. The ones that cohabitate peacefully, giving you your space and keeping theirs. Two lives nearby yet never crossing paths. But the big ones, the big ones are a struggle no matter how hard you try to adapt. Especially when they move so close to you, disrupting the peaceful environment you’ve created. 

Jimin normally handles this, is normally the expert on dealing with 8-legged creatures you’d rather not share your domain with. But right now, he’s nowhere to be found. A disagreement only a few hours ago putting a halt on all communication with him. Rather feeling the urge to  stew in your own feelings.

But now, right this very second, you could not give less of a shit about the petty argument. Can’t even remember the cause of it in the first place. The only thing you do know is the rush of adrenaline through your veins, the way your eyes lock onto the predators on the floor. The way it takes slow steps in your direction, moving ever so slowly to where you sit pressed on the kitchen counter, lettuce in hand– the perfect defence. 

If you truly believed what Jimin told you about his ability to talk to spiders, if you thought any deeper about them then you do right now– you would think that it’s actually mocking you in the way it steps. Each slow, careful movement as it keeps its eyes locked on yours deliberate and teasing. 

Fucking prick. 

“Jimin!” Your voice calls before you can stop it, another yelp leaving your lips as you helplessly toss your leaf of lettuce at the mighty beast, completely and utterly missing. It’s almost ironic, really, that the biggest spider of all is the only one that can save you at this moment. 

No more than a second passes before you hear his legs bounding up the stairs, scurrying as fast as he can to meet you. To see what the problem may be. Faux nerves taking over his being as he hears the fear in your tone, calling for him. Wanting him above anybody else. 

He wants to laugh once the scene in the kitchen comes into frame. He really does. He almost feels bad for it, honestly, but you just look so cute as you try to struggle away, eyes not leaving the arachnid below. 

But he’s supposed to be your knight in shining armour. He can coo over how adorable his mate is later. 

“Pretty? What happened?” He asks in a hurry, concern buried deep in his tone as he quickly approaches your shaking form. Arm reaching out, gently taking one of your hands in his own. He brings it to his face, using your palm to cup his cheek as he presses a gentle kiss into the surface, gaze burning with worry over your tied expressions. 

You wish you could say you were soothed, that his presence alone brought peace to your quivering heart but it couldn't. Now that the predator was out of your vision, blocked by the very man you called for, you couldn’t be more alarmed. Your body twisting against him, head trying to poke past him to see the beast still lingering nearby. 

“Min! Min there’s a spider! You have, it’s going to eat me!” You shout, pointing over his shoulder with the other hand. How could he not see how urgent this is! This is a matter between life and death!

The gentle annoyance that finds its way into his veins is quickly washed away, discarded into his brain for later. The only mention of it being the quiet narrow of his eyes, ever so slight that no one would notice it. How could you still be concerned over a little spider when he is right in front of you, saving you? 

Did you forget that he is a predator, too? He can’t believe he’s jealous of a spider right now. 

Mmm, but he knows how humans can be. When they get all scared like this they can’t help themselves but to clamp up, frozen out in fear. One of the reasons he never wanted to be the cause of it. The misfortune that bespoke your mind every waking minute. No, he wanted to be the sunshine on a beautiful day, a field of flowers to dance in. Maybe even a handsome prince on a horse, ready to carry you away. 

So that is exactly what he’ll be. 

Soft eyes looking up into your own, half lidded and dangerous with affection, “Well that just won’t do, will it?” He pouts, lower lip jutted out in a cute expression that can’t help but take your breath away. Mince your mind in half, one side still focusing on the obvious threat while the other causes your heart to pound. Causes a fluttering to erupt from deep within. 

Your pretty boyfriend spins on his heels, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest in a manner that can only be described as the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. His cheeks blown out in much the same way, forcing your brain to think about nothing else other than kissing him.

“Now listen here!” He tuts, admonishing the spider. Somehow, he even seems to make glaring cute. “You better leave my pretty mate alone! This is my territory so unless you wanna mess with me, I suggest you leave.” He huffs, yet can’t hide the playful undertone in his words, only half serious. 

You know he probably isn’t taking you seriously. Can never truly understand your fear of the same arthropod you're dating. And you know the spider probably doesn’t even understand a single thing going on– but at the same time you can’t help the battering of butterflies in your stomach at his words. That he’s going these lengths to make you feel protected and safe. 

“She doesn’t like you around here, and she’s the most important in the world to me. So, if you don’t leave right now and tell all of your friends you're not welcome around here, I'll have no choice but to do it for you.” The spider takes a hesitant step back, suddenly lowering its body closer to the floor, almost as if…

Shit. Maybe he really can talk to spiders. 

“Get out.” And with those final words, the spider quickly turns around and scurries out of the kitchen and into the yard, practically waving a white flag all the way. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth hanging open as your legs drop against the counter walls. Fanning either side of Jimin in his embrace. 

A cute smile is on his lips as he turns around– the cocky, proud kind that you normally roll your eyes at. But this time you can’t help but stare at him in shock, blush dusting your cheeks. Even as he leans closer, planting a gentle kiss against your lips as a reward for himself.

“There.” He smiles, hands coming to rest against your thighs. Any thoughts of dinner completely abandoned. He’ll just order take out once he has you in the nest. “All better.” 

“How– you, you!” You hesitate against the sound of his adorable giggle, his hands pulling you closer to his body. Legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. 

“Mhmm, they won’t come around here anymore. I promise, baby.” He hums, lifting you as if you were nothing more than a stuffed animal clinging against his body. “What do we say when your handsome mate helps you out?” 

Your eyes narrow into a glare at his teasing, but you can’t help wrapping further around him. Pulling him close as he ensnares you further into utter devotion. Becoming your safety net against all things scary in the world. 

“Thank you.” You grumble quietly, a gentle peck against his too-soft lips given as a token of your appreciation in that moment. Stopping yourself before you melt into the feeling of his fangs pressed against your lips. “I appreciate it Min…” 

As you’re finally able to hide your face away in his neck– snuggling against his skin and blocking your vision from any other scary things that might exist in the world, you completely miss the way Jimin tosses a small pile of bugs near the window. The same window that was left open just a crack too wide. The same window that he allowed a spider to crawl inside.

The same spider he may have made a deal with.

He hates when you’re mad at him. Hates it more than anything else when you take away the single thing he craves most– you. So could you really, really blame him for hatching a little plan? One he knew would send you into his arms. Make up for your whole little argument in a second. 

Never, ever wants to be the cause for your fear. But every once and awhile it can serve a purpose, he supposes. Especially when it gets him out of the dog house. Gets you nestled into his web, watching movies for the night. Curled in his embrace, gentle words and soothing hands warming you. 

[enhashoutout]

Things I noticed while watching High and Low the Worst X again

I was watching High and Low The Worst X while I was on lunch break and then had more realizations and wanted to write about them lol

These are probably nothing new and someone else probably already noticed these but I wanted to make a post about them sooooo

I’ve watched the movie so many times now idk why I just realized the weight of the three scenes I’m about to talk about. But also I feel like I notice something new every time I watch the movies so I'm gonna cut myself some slack.

Amagai being the only character in the movie who genuinely doesn’t have a sense of friendship/comradery with anyone else.

The first time we see the 3 schools alliance meeting is the opening of the movie, and I remember when I first watched the movie I was like "well damn this looks like a solid ass team" only to find out later that they were in fact not really a team lol 😂 but anywaysss

Watching the movie this time I just realized what Fujin says to Amagai in the first scene in the restaurant where the 3 schools are holding their meetings.

Reiji is first to jump up and say "Let's get this brawl started," and Ghandi jumps in telling Amamgai that their troupes and weapons are ready. Shoji laughs and says that weapons are typical Kamasaka behavior which prompts them to jump at him and Fujin, Raijin, and the other Ebara guys jump straight to his defense while Shoji continues sitting. Amagai tells them to "get us more" while tossing the money bundles in their direction.

Every single fuckin character in this scene's facial expressions have me dying because the disbelief on their faces😂

Shoji looking at Amagai like he's full of shit.

Fujin, Raijin, and Ghandi are looking at him like "wtf?"

The background characters are looking at him in disbelief also like I was WHEEZING when I realized this. Back to the characters who are the main focus of this specific camera frame though, Ghandi and Fujin.

Both characters turn to Amagai with the BIGGEST look of disbelief on their faces and Fujin says "You don't trust we can do it huh?"

To which Amagai says "What's the use in trusting you guys?" and goes on a spiel about how being powerful means you trust no one and not even giving them a slight chance. He also goes on to say that being powerful means bringing everyone else down to their knees and tells the other 3 schools "Just shut up and stick with me. I'll show you what it's like to be at the top." Ryo's face when he says this is a whole other conversation for another day.

I'M SORRY BUT THE LOOKS REIJI AND SHOJI GIVE HIM AFTER HIS LITTLE SPIEL HAD ME ROLLING🤣 Like both characters gave him the most judgmental expression and then you got Shoji over here looking away and rolling his eyes PUH-LEASE I AM DEAD🤣

Aside from all of this being extremely funny to me, this plays into my point from above. Yes, all these looks are super funny but it really shows how as "bad" as the other guys are they still run in the same way that Oya and the other S.W.O.R.D gangs do, through friendship and comradery.

Fujin asked "You don't trust we can do it huh?" because Ebara most likely runs on comradery as well. You don't pay someone to do shit for you, they just know to trust each other to get it done. This is a concept that Amagai does not and can not understand because he's been conditioned to believe that the people around him are not worthy of trust or friendship due to his status, they just work for him. As long as he throws money at their feet, they'll do what he wants.

That's like kind of sad actually, the fact that the other "antagonists" of the film still know friendship and he doesn't... I still hate his guts though. We love Ryoki but we don't love his character Amagai.

The way Shoji vs Tsukasa asks Suzaki why he’s working for Amagai

I think everyone can agree that within that 3 school alliance, Shoji Sameoka was the only character with working brain cells (full offense to all the other characters lol no one else in that room had critical thinking skills I swear). From the first meeting we see, the audience can already tell Shoji is the only character who has doubts about this alliance but also questions it; while everyone else has doubts but proceed to just follow Amagai's orders. This eventually leads to Shoji being the one to suggest that Ebara drop out of the alliance because he thinks it’s stupid which then leads to him agreeing to Todoroki’s terms of dropping out of the alliance if Todoroki wins against Fujin and Raijin. I feel like Shoji as a person judges the other characters based on what he knows/hears about them.

We see this when he confronts Suzaki. Shoji asks Suzaki why he would come to Senomon and work under Amagai when he was the one running Nami High. Suzaki tells him to mind his own business. Shoji is asking Suzaki from a place of strength. Based on the dialogue, it seems like Shoji knew Suzaki and Amagai’s reputations before this alliance. I deduce this down to Shoji knowing that Suzaki was the strongest at Nami High and knowing that Amagai isn’t actually physically strong compared to the other characters, he just likes to cause trouble and make others work for him. People fear Amagai not for his strength or skills as a fighter, but simply because he has the money and status to be at the “top”.

This brings me to believe that Shoji was asking why someone as strong as Suzaki would even work under Amagai who is clearly not a match for him strength wise. It seems like Shoji is asking Suzaki why he would be scared of Amagai’s money and work under him when Suzaki is clearly stronger. I think this is because the Ebara guys ranks are based on their strength/who is the strongest (I make this assumption from the fact that Fujin and Raijin are straight up gym bros lol) so Shoji can’t understand why Suzaki is working under someone clearly weaker than him.

Tsukasa’s question is the same….. but also different.

Tsukasa strikes me as someone who really gets to know someone personally to the best of his abilities before he makes his own judgment on them. We see this with Rao in the movie. Tsukasa could’ve taken everyone’s word for it and been like “oh Rao is a big mean monster” but he takes it upon himself to find out who Rao actually is through Mercy. This is how he finds out Rao isn’t actually all that bad like the stories suggests and that Rao fights for good reason (for his siblings). This trait about Tsukasa is why he asks Suzaki why he fights for Amagai but is also why he’s the only one who is able to understand why Suzaki fights for Amagai without a direct answer.

When Tsukasa asks Suzaki why he works for Amagai, he says “why do you work for a guy like him? Does he has some kind of dirt on you?” and Suzaki just keeps quiet. This brings me to believe that Suzaki probably had a reputation for being the strongest at Nani High but also fought people within reason, he didn’t flaunt his strength just because he felt like it.

Tsukasa asked him based off the kind of person he is and not his strength. I'm assuming Ryo fought people within reason and not so much for fun or to assert his dominance over others with his strength, so him working under someone who has as shitty of a personality as Amagai probably threw Tsukasa off a bit.

He is also however able to tell that there is a friendship there even if it isn't great. At the end when Yuken and Todoroki ask why Ryo would work for someone like Amagai, Tsukasa says it's because he means more to Ryo than that. Alluding to the fact that Ryo is doing stuff for Amagai because he sees him as a friend even if everyone else doesn't.

Okay, I'm done now😂 this wasn't as deep as my other analysis because it's not super deep with comparisons or anything like that it was just stuff I noticed while watching the movie again.

I have fics I'm working on for all the S.W.O.R.D leaders and more for Fujio I'm just swamped with assignments and working a little slow

[bengiyo]

Theory of Love Rewatch Ep 8 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Khai began his bisexual awakening, and I gave the show points for handling the interior experience of that with a lot of honesty. I appreciate that no one is on Khai's side about going after Third, let alone Third. I like that Two especially doesn't want Khai messing with Third. I am glad that Third has been moving on with his life, and I like how now that we're outside of his head Third seems kind of aloof. I like that Khai's reputation is working against him as he tries to be serious about Third. Meanwhile, Bone is working on a big project with Paan and making eyes at her. We left at Khai being cast in Third's play as the jerk lead.

Ep.08 The Proposal

Third is actually so mean and I love it.

I also like that Third is annoyed by Khai hovering over him lately.

Khai tried to fuck with Un and Un said, "Pot-kettle-black, bitch."

LOL, even Shane is on team Let Third Be Into Someone Else.

It's kinda funny how most of this gang has no skill when it comes to people they actually like.

Okay, this car scene with every radio station playing some kind of sad song about heartbreak was funny.

They're getting some good resonance with Lynn. Her boyfriend got tired of her and she's wondering if she should change. Khai is also struggling with who he should be for Third.

I think White may have actually been in a fight before. His reactions to ministrations feel correct.

LOL. Bone said Un is way better than you, Khai. Get wrecked.

Un said, "What do you know of Third? Aren't you his best friend? Answer, quickly!!"

I feel no sympathy for Khai at all. He always tossed Third at girls he was done with and used him as a shield. He deserves no regard from Third after all the shit he pulled. He can't even handle girls he flirted with being annoyed with him.

Taking a nap while waiting for the file to export is so real.

Yes, Two, get that shot in at Khai for always dumping Third for girls.

I really like Gun's gait. He doesn't often adjust it for his characters.

I struggle to feel for Khai's heartache here, because he's hurt more people than just Third.

I'm so sick of this orange balcony as the transition shot.

Who are you jealous of here, Two?

Wow, is Khai going to actually tell Third he's quitting? That's better than his usual avoidance tactics.

So, Khai, you're saying you want to...Make It Right? You don't do that by kissing a sleeping person, especially one you've wronged.

Finally, Third gets mad. I've needed him to get mad. I needed him to go to the window, stick his head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell! And I'm not going to take this anymore!"

Good thing he wore that helmet!

Yes, montage of all the things Khai did to Third. I'm glad you're finally recognizing your shit even if you think this is the end.

In the words of Susan Ivanova, "All love is unrequited." I'm actually enjoying this part of the show a lot. Khai is so bad at this and can't stand that Third is inaccessible to him now. You don't know what you got till it's gone, and I am not feeling sympathy for this man child. I like that his bros give him shit constantly and never let up until he starts to break. Khai created the world around him with his callousness, and I'm enjoying seeing him grate against the other side of it. Ending on him sliding across pavement and getting torn up is an excellent choice, because our bodies are so fragile. It's good to illustrate how he thought he was immune to all of that on his beloved Charlie and all the ways he projected onto that only to see him dashed across the road as he thinks about his friend he never realized how much he loved until that friend cut him off.

As always, this rewatch is sponsored by @lurkingshan, with support from @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm. Also tagging @twig-tea by request.

[alpineshift]

24. “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.” Please?

But like Jack can’t take a compliment and Nico loves to tease because Jack gets all shy/squirmy/whiny about it?

are you in my brain? I love this 🤩 I haven't tapped into Nico's youngest sibling energy much so here's him being a menace to "I'm so serious please take me seriously" middle child Jack LOL

24. “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”

With summer wedding season upon them, it's the usual hustle and bustle of collecting gifts at the last minute, hastily rewording the same message into a bunch of different cards, and shuffling suits around their closet so they're not wearing the same thing three times in a row.

Well, Nico's doing the shuffling. Jack's being a smug little shit because he finally met up with the tailor his uncle recommended and got a whole stash of new, bespoke suits, so he's in the clear.

Nico's lounging in the living area of the airbnb they've rented, trying to fill out a card to Jack's cousin and his soon-to-be-wife, and he's slowly becoming aware of Jack moving in and out of the bedroom, testing out the new suits and its fits.

He puts his pen down and watches on, taking in the perfect cut of each suit, the new patterns and colours on display, the cute furrow between Jack's brows as he holds up different ties and pocket squares to match.

He finally catches on to Nico's not-at-all subtle staring and raises his eyebrows, shooting Nico a what look through the mirror.

"Carry on," Nico grins, propping his chin up on his hand. Jack gives him a questioning look, spinning around.

"No--you were staring. Why are you staring? Is my vest on wrong or something?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just admiring my incredibly handsome boyfriend wearing nice suits."

Jack snorts, rolling his eyes. "Alright, Casanova. Whatever."

"I like the taper in the leg on this one," Nico continues, letting his gaze roam unabashedly over Jack's legs, then lingering on his ass. "Fits you like a glove."

"Shut up," Jack says, but the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks are red now. He tosses one of the ties aside and holds up another, this one a clear, sea-foamy blue-green.

"That's nice. Matches your eyes. Really brings out your eyes."

"Shut up, Nico."

"Actually, I like the pattern on the first suit. Could I see it again?"

"It's just a suit, Nico, quit chirpin'," Jack huffs, now determinedly avoiding his eyes. Nico hides his smile and lopes over to his boyfriend, puts his hands on his waist, and hooks his chin over Jack's shoulder. He smells nice, like the new body wash he's started using.

"Your tailor really got your measurements down. I love the flare on the sides--" a squeeze, "--the fit of the jacket on your shoulders. I'm gonna have to fight off all your admirers with a hockey stick for the rest of summer. Do you have any idea how good you look?"

"Don't say that to me. That's not fair," Jack whines, finally breaking, trying to wriggle out of Nico's hold. Nico just laughs, clinging tighter. The two of them grapple and stagger around the room until Jack tips onto the couch, landing with a flop amongst the cushions.

Nico takes his chance, leaning in to land a smacking kiss on Jack's cheek. That earns him a squawk of protest, a tug to his hair, and then Jack's hands on his face, thumbs smoothing over his jawline. He's red all over, hair a mess against the pillows, and Nico wants to eat him up.

"Can't help myself, baby, you look incredible. You're just gonna have to put up with my flirting and compliments for the rest of time."

[practically-an-x-man]

Due to shenanigans, your OCs have to go clubbing! What do they wear, and what do they do?

Oooh thank you!! Good question!!

(just for the record, this is like... a random mix of their actual faceclaims and just random outfits I picked out for them lol)

Rae: The only reason she'd be in a club is for some sort of mission assignment (she doesn't drink, and doesn't really enjoy being crushed in by the crowd anyway). She'd have to borrow a dress, probably from Raven, which means that she ends up in something quite a bit more revealing than she wanted

Robin: I could see her in a green cocktail dress like this, and she's probably up by the speakers, enjoying the feeling of the bass rattling under her feet

Madison: She doesn't really enjoy attention from strangers, so she's probably wearing something looser and less form-fitting, and sticking to Alex the whole time (honestly, the only reason she'd really be in a club at all is if they needed to do recon at the Hellfire Club or something)

Ophelia: Honestly I think any one of Rhea Ripley's stage outfits could work for her, but I'm gonna go with this one in particular

She probably dances for a bit, until one of the speakers glitches out and she ends up stepping up to tweak/fix it

Jasper: Hm... they're probably just tossing on a band t-shirt and a pair of jeans, maybe would throw on a little punk makeup if they felt like it. They probably wouldn't worry too much about their outfit, since they'll probably be hiding out in the bathroom until they can leave (since the emotions of everyone else out on the dance floor would be suffocating)

Katherine: I don't see her as much of the clubbing type, but I imagine she'd wear something like this (and probably just bring her sketchbook and hole up in the corner to sketch the crowd until she's allowed to leave lol)

Kestrel: Has no idea what a clubbing outfit should look like (has never been inside a club in their life), so they end up going in whatever they were wearing before - most likely a button-up and work pants.

Quinn: Most likely something so punk and revealing it's probably right on the verge of getting them thrown out, but I also really love this look (and Mason Alexander Park is my faceclaim for Quinn anyway)

She doesn't really dance anymore, but she'll get a few drinks and watch the rest of the Ghosts make fools of themselves as they get progressively more drunk.

Eris: In all honesty.... I have no idea if Eris would wear this to a club, but I need you to appreciate this picture of May Calamawy because holy shit

Nikoletta: This is actually the dress I picked out for her to wear in la Gatita Amable, so...

As far as what she's doing, she's dancing her heart out. She used to love clubbing before she got her shadow-touch, and she'd love to step back into that world once she's safe to touch again. She's a fantastic dancer, but you can bet that everyone around her is wondering why she's turned down about four different men (and women) in favor of staying next to the guy who looks like he stepped out of a bad 70s disco XD

[redstrewn]

Explain how you have all the correct opinions on Leander.

Like?????

How do you do this shit?? How do these thoughts enter your mind????

It's like, I would have never thought of this, but it is indisputably correct, perfect fit for him, EVERY TIME

Have a wrong opinion about him. Plz. I'm losing my mind.

I have no idea what is plausible anymore i am so lost in the obsession sauce that comes out of sticking into a blender everyone else's theories + symbolism/lit research + projecting myself + defensive pessimism by assuming the absolute worst of the LIs so I can't get too devastated by whatever canon actually happens.

One day im like "hes just some guy pathetic and does stupid evil shit for good" and one day im like "actually hes kind of completely fucked up he doesnt really care in the way lowtown might think he does. He cares in his own weird savior hero narcissistic way" and one day im like "i have no fucking clue who he's supposed to be at all."

Im glad u think my mad ravings have some sort of merit to them 💀 I dont necessarily expect them to be canon (ofc except the opinions i GOT from the majority of fandom pretty much agreeing on) (and i got most of my opinions from other ppl, not my pea brain 💀).

Tell u what i definitely got uquiz guesses wrong bc the very first time I thought he was Judas by Lady Gaga (monke sees two faced and immediately associates Leander, completely forgoring there is a literal angel wearing a whole mortal skin as a mask and "masquerades as a doctor") and for the longest time I thought he was some sort of spicy food (poison moment) and my dumb ass completely forgor Ais is the epitome of psychological horror with an eldritch being living in his head when i just associated Leander's manipulation with psychological horror.

BTW a lot of the times I go to what might be extremes with characterizing what makes Leander evil but it's just a result of trying not to go insane waiting for 2yrs and tossing the blorbo around. I promise u everybody if how i talk about leander might seem like a "yeah hes fucked up but not for those reasons" moment, ure probably right and i never claim to be correct on anythign. Just trying to toss up as many "what ifs" for fun to brave the winter 😭 U can just ignore my weirdass opinions in these cases (or just ignore any of my opinions like literally it doesnt matter lol)

Sorry if this was a more serious answer than u were expecting bc sometimes i get kinda worried that ppl might feel like im trying to claim to be the Beholder of True Leander with all my weird wiki screenshots and essays and torrent of leanderposting when I'm just some gal fucking around 😭 Nobody has to take any of my theories/opinions seriously im just some rando i promise

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

Hi do take requests? If u do i gope u wont mind me requesting for a (it can be poly or seperate.depends on u)Catra & Adora's reaction to a darling who has wings?

Omg! This is an amazing idea!! 💕

(Ps: Hi my dear, I'm sorry this took so long. I originally planned to write Headcannons for Catra and Adora but I've been completely bed ridden with horrible physical pain so I hope it's okay I've only done Catra for now <3)

Catra:

🪽: Your wings and stance make you appear elegant, almost regal in a way that even most of the princesses don't. You're probably the first person in a long time to actually make Catra feel nervous.

🪽: One of the other more helpful things about your wings, other than the obvious flight ability, is that they're spell resistant and protect you from harmful attacks.

🪽: The first time Catra saw your wings for what they truly were, instead of folded behind your back, was when Shadow Weaver tried to electrocute Catra with her magic.

🪽: Catra knew all too well what was to come, so she closed her eyes and braced herself for the familiar shooting pain to strike through her body but it never came.

🪽: Instead she felt a heavy gust of wind blow in front of her and when she looked up all she could see were your raven wings spread out wide in front of her.

🪽: After a short altercation, you turned to face Catra with a scowl on your face, "Well...she's quite the bitch, isn't she?"

🪽: You two laugh about it for a moment before she notices a few burnt feathers where the spell had hit you and went to apologize only for you to laugh it off.

🪽: "Its okay, I lose feathers all the time, least this time it was for a good reason."

🪽: Catra likes to help you care for your wings and even helps you brush out old feathers with her claws.

🪽: You kinda act as her guard dog sometimes, especially when she doesn't want to be bothered, by sticking your wings out in front of her to block her from someone's veiw, or by holding your wings out from behind her to signal to people that she doesn't want to be followed.

🪽: When she's upset you'll both curl up in the safety of your wings as they shield you both from the outside world and you hold her in your arms.

🪽: but most nights when you sleep in her bed you'll just wrap her up in your wings like a big blanket and sleep with her like that.

🪽: Catra has a weird thing where she has to pick up your fallen feathers. She doesn't even like collect them, you always toss the feathers after, but she just can't stand them being on the floor so she has to pick them up behind you.

🪽: Now that would make sense if it was just in the horde, or your shared house, but she even picks them up in places she doesn't need to like the forest or battlefields. They just can't be on the floor!

🪽: and then after she picks all them up she gives them to you to throw away. Lol

🪽: Speaking of your shared house. Catra's not an overly neat person but she will get irritated if your feathers are just scattered all over the place and will threaten to pluck them all off if you don't clean up after yourself.

🪽: but it's all empty threats...

🪽: probably...

🪽: you should probably still pick them all up though...

🍗: just in case...

🪽: Ever since you and Catra started officially dating you dreamed of taking her flying with you and letting her see the world through your eyes way above the clouds, but Catra took a little convincing and even after you convinced her, it still took a few tries.

🪽: "Are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to if you're still scared."

🪽: "I'm not scared!! Just don't drop me, idiot!"

🪽: "Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna drop you" you sigh spread your large wings as you go behind her, "okay so I'm just gonna wrap my arms around your waist and-!"

🪽: "HOLY SHIT, PUT ME DOWN!!"

🪽: "Catra you're not even a foot off the grou-"

🪽: "I DONT CARE PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN NOW!"

🪽: "Alright, alright, s-stop squirming before I drop you on your ass!!"

🪽: But after sometime you both decided that the best way to get her in the air was probably to do it as fast as possible so--

🪽: You flew up from behind her, grabbed her by her waist, and off into the sky you went.

🪽: "You can open your eyes now, kitten~"

🪽: You obviously couldnt see her face but you could tell by the way she gripped onto you tighter that she had done as you asked.

🪽: "Hey, just trust me, okay? You're safe up here, I promise!"

🪽: You flew slow and steady for her, gracefully taking her above the tree tops.

🪽: "Everything...looks so small from up here."

🪽: "Yeah... actually, is it okay if I take you a bit higher? I wanna show you something cool!"

🪽: You felt her losen her grasp as she relaxed in your arms, "alright, sure."

🪽: With her permission, you flew even higher, the warmth of the sun comforting her as it's rays glimmered against your black feathers.

🪽: When you finally came up on one of the tallest peaks in the crimson waste you gently sat her on the ground before following, your wings coiling around her to pull her closer to you.

🪽: "What do you think?" You asked her barley above a whisper. You had seen the beautiful view multiple times before, but if a stranger had passed by even they would've known that you much more preferred the view of her...

🪽: Catra's eyes were wide with wonder as her tail swished on the ground behind her, "Wow it looks...so much better up here at night," She looks back at you with a mischievous grin, "You almost forget about all the traitors and bloodthirsty criminals down there-"

🪽: "Alright listen to me-" you started jokingly, your hand in a dramatic pose and it made her laugh.

🪽: "No but really, it...it looks nice, princess..."

🪽: You smiled warmly and laid your head on her shoulder as you both admired the glimmering lights of the crimson waste, the cool breeze, and the small specs of people passing by below you.

🪽: A few moments passed when you felt Catra pull you in by your waist and kiss the top of your head as she purred.

🪽: "Thank you for being me here, princess."

🪽: You smiled softly before turning her head so you could place a gentle, loving kiss upon her lips as your hand found her cheek and you lightly caressed it with the pad of your thumb.

🪽: "Anytime, kitten. There are a lot more places I want to show you one day, but for right now, all I want is you..."

[ashtonisvibing]

Ego/Septictober Day 5 - Jar + Halloween Decoration

holy shit i actually managed to get this out- it's short but i hope y'all enjoy!

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Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: Normalcy AU

Ship(s): Marvelsepticeye

Character(s): Jackieboy Man, Marvin the Magnificent

Warning(s): None

Author's Notes:

oooooooh jeez, big collection time! i am introducing y'all to, what i like to call, my normalcy au! :} as the summary says, this is just an au where all the egos (that i've chosen cuz they're the ones i like the most lol) are just... average people. cuz i like making my blorbos your average person, i'm a domestic lover. people doing the dishes together my beloved <3

this is also a prompt entry for egotober (hosted by @tracobuttons) and septictober (hosted by @jselorekeeper/@pagansheep). today's prompts are jar + halloween decoration, so why not a little blurb of marvin and jackie decorating their apartment together? :}

pronouns check:

marvin - they/them

jackie - he/him

if you liked what you read, consider giving this a reblog, please! it'll let more people see my work!

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Full Story:

Halloween was only a week away, meaning that homes everywhere were decorating for the spooky holiday. Fake webs, plastic gravestones, and inflatable witches stood on lawns and windows were covered with sticky decal depicting skeletons and pumpkins. And that was ignoring any decorations that might have been set up inside. One such home was Marvin and Jackie's, who only really had the ability to decorate their small apartment. They hoped one day they'd have a full house with a yard to really go all out, they were both lovers of Halloween. There were cut out pumpkins and cats and all sorts of monsters taped to the walls, bats hung by nearly invisible string from the ceiling. There was even a table top cauldron placed on the shelf near the door, ready to be filled with candy and trinkets for when the big day came.

The couple had even more of a reason to decorate this year, as they were also hosting a Halloween party for their friends this year. It was a yearly thing among the friend group, in which a different person or couple hosting each year. Neither of them knew they couldn't top Anti and Jameson's horrifying haunted house theme from last year, possibly no one could. But they were both fine with sticking with a more cutesy and cartoonish theme for their turn. Marvin never liked jumpscares anyways.

Jackie was in the living room at the moment, tossing up sticky rubber bugs so they could stick to the ceiling. Chances are these would now stay up there for years if they were good quality, he was just mentally crossing his fingers that he wouldn't suddenly have a rubber centipede fall onto his head one day. But it wasn't long until his decorating was interrupted by his fiance coming out of their shared bedroom, a giddy smile on their face. A smile that Jackie always treasured when he saw it.

"You wanna see the decorations I've been working on??" Marvin giggled, practically bouncing on their toes from their excitement. They didn't even give Jackie a moment to answer before they pulled him into the bedroom. Against one of the walls was a long desk that was always covered in containers full of clay and crafting related chemicals. It was a hobby of Marvin's, making various clay models of whatever gave them inspiration. It wouldn't be a lie to say that most of the inspiration came from their fiance. Along the light wooden table were several mason jars, filled with resin and containing small clay people. Upon closer inspection, Jackie noticed that the people were the couple and their friends that were coming to the party. Chase, Henrik, Anti, Jameson, Marvin, and Jackie suspended in the colored liquids, each resin colored to match each person's favorite color (or as close as Marv could get it). So this is why they were asking everyone what their favorite colors were.

"Woah, so this was why you bought all those mason jars..." The nerd laughed as he stood straight up again, looking at the person next to them, who was still giddy with excitement over their creations. "Is this why you've been cooped up in here every chance you got?"

"Mhm!" Marvin nodded, their lavender curls bouncing along with their head. They carefully picked up the purple tinted jar that contained their clay version, turning it around in their hands. "It nearly took all the clay and resin I had to make these. It doesn't help that I also messed up the resin for Chase's jar the first time, too many bubbles. I also tried getting a neat effect for Anti where blood would be coming out of xis neck, but I just couldn't get it right." They then looked over at Jackie. "I figured we could put these out on one of our shelves, and everyone can take their own jar home. Hopefully to just display and not try to break their mini counterparts out." They laughed softly and set the jar in their hands back on the table. Now that their hands were empty Jackie pulled Marvin into a hug.

"Sometimes I can't believe how talented you are." Jackie laughed softly, leaning up enough to leave a kiss on the other's lips. A wonderful bubblegum flavor, they must have had chap stick on. "Maybe I can try and get some wood and lights and make a custom display for these. It feels like they should be lit up instead of just standing on a shelf."

That thought only Made Marv's excitement grow, their dark brown eyes practically sparkling from joy. Oh, did they look so pretty when they got this happy. "I would literally love you for the rest of time if you did that." Jackie gave a laugh in response, returning the kiss he had been given a moment ago.

"Guess I've got my own crafting project to work on."

[jazz-miester]

All I Could Say

Pairing: N/A

Reader Type: Gender Neutral Human

Song: It was a sin - The Revivalists

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of smoking.

An: Chapter one of something I'll probably never continue after I post part of chapter two or maybe I'll do a rewrite. Idk. Just trying to keep the blog alive lol.

Word Count: 5642

And if I hadn't said "Hello." What then?

“So do right people with wrong timing ever get a second try?” - (Via Welcometothedarksideofthemoon)

If there was one thing I could wish for it would be to not have to wake up in the mornings. It always came with the expectation that you had to do something. That in order for a morning to be good you had to be productive. God that was a bunch of bullshit. Mornings are for you to contemplate life then immediately go to your nine to five job.

My alarm blares to the right of me Breaking the silence of the room. I pull my arm out from beneath the duvet, goosebumps prickling the skin as it meets cold air. I smack my hand around until I find my phone on my bedside table. Toppling over water bottles and pencils to the floor as I do so. I just pray that one of those bottles wasn't open.

“Ah! Shit!” My dumbass self forgot to turn the brightness down before plugging it in last night. It was four in the morning. Sighing I drop my phone on my bed and cover my eyes with my arm. “God help me.” It’s too early. Why the hell did I live this far out of town again?

The back of my head aches. Tendrils of pain curling around with the promise of a migraine to come.

The end of my bed dips causing me to shift to one side momentarily before a heavy weight flops onto my stomach. Drool seeps through my t-shirt. “G’morning Orion.” My hand meets fur as I scratch behind his ears. “You’re up early. Ya hungry?” He barks once and lifts his head so I can get up. “Let's go get you some food then.”

“Yuck.” I pull my shirt off as I nudge my bedroom door open with my foot. The lock broke a month ago and I'm too lazy to replace it.

I let Orion outside to do his business before filling his bowl up, throwing in some of last nights dinner as well. By the time I started the coffee maker he’s already back inside. Orion drops a stick at my feet and barks once.

“Ah. Gee thanks bud.” Satisfied with whatever was going through his doggy brain he left the stick to go eat breakfast. I toss it into the corner with the other sticks.

After getting my first cup of coffee I hop on the kitchen counter setting the cup to the side as I search my sweats pockets for my cigarettes and lighter. Forgetting I left them in last nights pants.

It doesn’t take too long to find them.

If only mom could see me now. Such a star child I am.

I flick through the radio to find a station to get rid of the silence while I smoke. After settling on classic rock I hopped back on top of the counter to drink my coffee. Flicking through my phone as I do. I flick through any social media for a bit. Looking for any kind of news, messages, notifications.

A picture of Orion had gotten twenty likes on Instagram. He was slowly getting up in age as the years piled on. It showed in the slight grey on his muzzle and feet. In the aching of his hips as he needed more and more help up the stairs or into the pickup. He also slept a lot more, which says a lot for a Mastiff. They already slept a lot. Lazing about during the day. He’s seven now. O got him when I was sixteen. A birthday gift to myself.

“Shit!” The clock read four thirty. I had to be in work by six and I lived about an hour out from Jasper. I down the rest of my coffee, now cold. and ram the end of the cigarette into the ashtray.

I scramble to get ready.

Pulling out random jeans, shirts, and jackets until I find something that sort of matches. Taking a little bit more care to dig through my rings and replace a few piercings so I don’t completely look like a loon.

I forgo cleaning my face to save time and go refill Orion's food and water dish. Leaving the kitchen door open so he can have the backyard.

I shove my wallet and phone charger into my pockets. Along with my lighter and half carton of cigarettes. I flick the lights off as I leave, turning the ac on so it wouldn’t get sweltering in the house.

“No keggers and no girls over.” I point my finger at Orion who huffs from his bed and turns to look the other direction. “Rules are rules man.” Laughing to myself I walk into the garage. My clunker of a truck and my bike sit, waiting. I grab my helmet from the truck bed and pull the keys out of it. Patting the side of the truck I apologize to it. “Sorry blue but you still need fixed.” I’ve been waiting for replacement parts for about a week.

I put the helmet on and get on the bike. Turning the engine on as I kick the stand up. I have to walk it backwards in order to get it out. The garage door clammers closed as I took off down the road.

My mom’s always hated the fact that I ride my bike. Multiple times she’s tried hiding my keys, my helmet. Fuck, she’s gone as far as driving nails into my tires, claming that I must have drove over them on the road. There's more, honestly. But it's not something I can think about without my blood boiling.

This bike was the one thing I had left of my Grandfather. It was his bike when he was younger. And now it’s mine. Maybe one day, if I find someone. I might pass it down. But as for now it's not a concern even worth thinking about. I'm fine as I am. Complete by myself.

It was an intoxicating sense of freedom that this bike gave. One wrong move and it was over. I’d go ass over tea kettle and night night Y/n. Or a trip to the hospital.

It was one thing I could control.

Another way to flirt with death.

I’m in town a while later. The hustle and bustle of the small town is a cacophony of sounds. From cars to children and chiming doors.

The bike's engine rumbles beneath me. My hands tighten and loosen on the handlebars as I roll to a stop. Booted feet planted firmly to the pavement as I waited for a greenlight. I get a few looks, not unusual, A little girl waves excitedly at me and I wave back. The light flicks to green and I take off.

I work in a tattoo shop. When I first came to this town I was amazed that I was able to find one. I pull into the small lot and kill the engine. Shoving the keys into my pocket. The glass door opens with a quiet chiming of bells. I rub my hand over a wooden statue of a dog that sits next to the doorway. A force of habit after working here for so long.

“Y/n! You finally made it!” I laugh and pull my helmet off. I catch sight of myself in the reflection of the window. My hair wild around my face. smoothing it down I reply.

“Hey. I made it on time.” I glance at the clock. “I mean. I’m only a minute late.” The old man smiles.

“C’mon kid. You’ve got an appointment at seven thirty. Set up now and it’ll make your life a lot easier.” John was the store owner. He started the place after he got back from vietnam. He held the same physic he did when he was younger. Corded muscle bound beneath tan skin. Just a slightly more round belly from his beloved apple fritters. I only knew what he had looked like from his wife. A sweet lady who often sneaks Orion treats when she thinks I'm not looking.

“Ya ya I know. Ya mind if I go pop in the Cafe after I’m done? I didn’t get the chance to eat.” John shook his head.

“Kid. I swear if you don’t start eating I'm gonna give you to my wife. N’ she doesn't take no for an answer.” I drap my jacket over the back of my chair, telling him that, indeed, I will try. The last time the couple found out I hadn’t eaten all day, Marie, John's wife, made me eat till I was fill to bursting. Then sent me home with enough food for a week.

I made a tray of brownies, the only thing I could bake without burning, and did all their yard work as a thankyou.

I had gotten two black coffees and two bagel sandwiches from the caffe. The barista was one of my favorites. Always asking about my tattoos and piercings. Asking why I got them and how much it hurt. I was happy, as always, to answer them. Today’s was whether or not it would hurt if they got a vertical labret like my own.

“Come by the shop and find out. Include some of those lemon squares and I'll take some off the price.” They laughed and said maybe some other time.

My seven thirty came in a few minutes early. She was a bit younger than me. Maybe twenty two, twenty three. And this was her first tattoo. She was a bit nervous but still held on to that bubbly personality she had when I first met her. She didn’t get a very big one. and it was on her upper thigh.

After going over the placement she sat on the chair. I taped the hem of her dress so it wouldn’t hike up as I tattooed her. Consistently I asked her if it was ok if I placed my hand here, is this comfortable. Do you feel ok?

It was her first time and I didn’t want her to have the same horrible experience I had.

Her tattoo came out great in the end. If I may toot my own horn for a moment. It was one of my own. A woman from the waist up, a skull in one hand and a sword in the other. A crown of thorns resting on her brow. It was pretty clean linework and shading. One of the best I’ve done so far.

I go over on how to take care of it as I clean everything up and place the protective cover over it. She’s ecstatic as she looks at it in the mirror. The hem of her dress flutters around her thighs as she moves side to side.

“Thank you! It looks amazing!” I just laugh and lead her over to the till.

“Ah, Thanks. M’ just glad you like it. Be sure to come back if you see anything out of the ordinary ok. Don’t be afraid to call either.”

The day basically goes on the same. Consultations, designing new tattoos, and actually tattooing. John has people coming and going for piercings. He’s actually done a few of my own. My labret, tongue, and nose piercing.

My stomach growls as we lock up and clean up. Having skipped lunch and downing an energy drink instead. My body, as tratorus as it was, rebelled against my poor choices.

I pull my jacket on and grab my helmet after cleaning my station. My back aches and my hand hurts from constant drawing and leaning over.

“Heading home kid?” John askes. He had a binder tucked under one arm, phone in hand.

“Ya. I gotta feed Orion, then I might go take a drive.” It was three going on four so I had time before nightfall. John pulled a dog treat out from a drawer on his desk.

“Well, give this to the big guy. Make sure to tell him it was from me.” I smile and take it, putting it into the breast pocket of my jacket so it wouldn’t get crushed.

“I’ll be sure to, John.” The guy loved him. Both dog and man being gentle giants.

The ride home is a bit longer than the way up. Having to pick up groceries for dinner.

Orion could hear me the moment I pulled into the garage. His tail thumping on the floor behind the door. Speaking of which. The moment I open it i’m knocked over by two hundred and forty pounds of slobbering mastiff. He barks twice, nudging me to get off the floor.

“Ya ya, ya old bastard. Here ya go. A gift from John.” Orion perks up at the name as I pull the biscuit out. He nibbles at the end until I release it and tell him “ok”. It’s gone in seconds. He barks once he leaves to go to his bed.

“Really feeling the love bud.” I pull my shopping bags out from the saddle bags of the bike and head to the kitchen. Tossing everything onto the table along with everything in my pockets and my helmet. Dinner was nothing special, a rotisserie chicken, potatoes, mac’n’cheese and some greens. I was too lazy to actually cook anything that night.

Orion rests his head in my lap while I use his head as a table for my sketch book. Doodling new tattoo ideas and whatever happens to pop up in my mind. A cigarette dangles loosely from my lips. Unlit because I didn’t want any ashes to fall on Orion and hurt him. After a while I set it to the side and pet him. Ringed hand going from his head to his back then up again. Orion licks my hand at the fourth round about. Brown eyes looking up at me.

This dog has been with me through some tough times. I left home when I was sixteen. Barely any money to my name. I was homeless for a while. Working odd jobs wherever I could to keep him fed. He’s been with me through yelling and screaming. He’s kept me safe from horrid people. He kept my ex from harming me. Orion was quite literally the only reason I was still on this earth. The only constant in my life that hasn’t left or tried to hurt me.

“I love you Orion. You know that? I hope you do. Oh god. I hope you do.” I bow my head and press a kiss to his head. I know that I’m going to be devastated the day I lose him. I have no idea what I’m going to do without him. Orion licks my hand again. Whining as if he could feel the hurt welling in my chest. I shake my head and lean back against the couch. It wouldn’t do good to dwell on things that haven’t happened yet. Nor is it good to reminisce about the past I've tried so hard to run away from. I haven’t thought about my family in a long time. It wouldn’t do good to dredge up the feelings I've worked so hard to chain down.

“Do ya wanna go for a drive Orion?” I glance up at my bike helmet. He just looks up at me. Then huffs. He used to love driving in the sidecar on my bike. I took it off a long time ago because it got to the point he couldn’t sit in it anymore. I always offered it to him. But, like always, he went and flopped down onto his bed. “Well, i’m gonna go on a ride bud. Ok? You stay here and be good. And I'll bring you back a couple of burgers from KO’s. Despite how bad you stink afterwards.” I give him another treat before leaving. Turning the tv on so he had something to pay attention to while i’m gone.

It’s cooler outside now. The sun slowly sets over the horizon. It felt weird not seeing mountains out in the distance. Just flat land with the occasional rock jutting skywards. As if it were desperate to touch the clouds. I flew along the pavement. Everything is blurring around me. I stay on the main road for a couple of miles before peeling off into an old back road.

Pavement eventually turns into gravel then gravel evens out into solid rock. Cliff faces surround either side of me. The air cools down even further. Icy cold and bitting into my skin despite the jacket as I drive on. The sound of the bikes engine echoes against the rock walls. Deafening to my ears. The rocks close in almost dangerously close. The sides of my legs occasionally brush against the cliff face. If it were any other time I probably would have gotten scared and backed off. Afraid that I would get wedge and unable to get out. But, as it were, I've gone here what felt like over a million times. So I knew that the walls would part again. Opening up to the most bizarre place I had ever seen.

An open lake with large, deep blue crystal jutting put from the ground and rock walls. I've never boon good at identifying crystals so I looked it up online. Nothing I saw looked like what they were. As weird as it was, those crystals were comforting. An image I've drawn time after time.

I just hoped they weren't radioactive and that my hair wouldn't fall out.

I will admit I've checked to make sure I didn't grow any more extra toes once. I. I got a little too high that night.

I come to a stop at the opening of place. Turning my bike off and letting it sit next to the valley. My helmet sits next to my bike as I walk off. It's quite a bit away, the pool of water. Maybe a couple of football fields length away.

The air hums with the strange energy the crystals give. As if though they were singing. My toes touch the edge of the pool. It was crystal clear all the way through. And at the bottom more blue rocks. Like one of those crystal sinks filled with water.

I run my fingers over the surface of the water. Ripples distorting the image below. I hum along with the crystals. My voice echoing in the great chasm. The moon reflects in the pool. Stars looking as if I could reach right down and grab them. I wish I could bring Orion he. He would love it. Peaceful. Almost to the point of near sleep. As if though this was the resting place of tired souls.

I sit down on my heels. Still fluttering my fingers in the waters surface. Fingers tingling from the cold and the crystals. My rings clicked together as I moved my fingers.

As stupid as it sounds I chances swimming in the thing once. Stripped down to my underwear and dove right in. Not only did I freeze my ass off but I fleet whole body tingles for a week after. My entire body feeling as if I got supercharged and down a hundred monsters.

I didn't do it again after.

Not a whole lot anyways.

I lit cigarette and just smoked for a while. Letting the smoke curl around my lips and float into the open air. Just breathing in the good shit and exhaling all the bullshit I had been feeling before I came here. Letting the place wash away all the negativity I held. Wasn't that what crystals were for? Raising your vibrations or some shit.

I jerked my head upwards as I heard another hum. This one more deep and engine like. I glanced at my bike. No. It was turned off. I look back up in time to see the underside of a plane.

I'm calm for all of two seconds before I realize the damn thing is falling down right above me.

I uttered every swear word I knew right then and their. My heart jumping into my throat as I willed my legs to run. Falling flat onto my face and kicking up dirt as I jump back up and run what is hopefully far enough away.

The cigarette falls from my lips as what lands in front of me definitely is no longer a plane. I fall right on my ass and lose my breath as the thing lands. The ground shuddering beneath me.

That mother fucker was a giant robot. My brain resets. Blinking a few times and pinch the skin on my wrist. Hard. Pain bloomed. Nope. This was real.

Deep purple metal glints in the moonlight. Thick legs lead into a thicker waist. Then to broad shoulders and a head with no face. The things looks around at all the crystals. Body vibrating with what I could only call excitement.

"Commander Starscream. I've found the energon deposit." Asshole speaks english then. Dope. And what was energon. From the way the robot rapped it's knuckles on the blue crystals I supposed that's what energon was.

At least a had a name for it now I guess.

I glanced over at my bike. Wondering if I could make it there without altering grape juice there. I was halfway between him and my bike with nowhere to hide. So either I ran now and get caught with a headstart or the fucker sees me standing here and maybe tries to eat me.

I didn't see it coming for me. My eyes still trained on my bike. It wasn't until I heard rocks being crushed underfoot did I realize it was making a beeline towards me. It stops when it realizes that I'm looking right at it.

My heart pitter patters in my chest. Drumming along to the adrenaline pumping in my veins. It's silent. Save for the creeking of my leather jacket and whatever exhale breathing thing it's doing.

Blood rushes through my ears. It's red eyes cycling dark to light then back again. My mouth opens before I realize it.

"What in the fresh fuck are you supposed too be? WALL-E on steroids?" It rumbles deep and heavy. Shaking me where I stand.

"And what are you fleashy? Another Autobot pet?" I snort. Did this reject barny just call me a fleashy?

"Hey tin for brains! I got no idea what the fuck an Autobot is." Bad choice! Holy fuck bad choice for words. A scream hurdles out of my throat as rocks and dirt flung into the air. Raining down upon me. Rocks pelting my head and shoulders as it came back down.

I blink the dust from my eyes and glance to my right. A large crater where ground use to be. Any closer and I would have been incinerated. I swallow thickly and look up at the robot.

"So. Not reject barny then." My voice shudders and my body both shakes and feels like it's floating. I can't move. Frozen to the spot as realization rolls over me in cold wave after cold wave.

I. Almost. Died.

No one would have been able to care for Orion.

He comes for me again.

I'm still frozen.

Move.

Fucking move.

GOD DAMNIT MOVE!

My whole body surges forward. As if though it were a rubber band pulled back as far as it could go before releasing into the air. It shoots again and I wanna vomit. Fear like I had never felt it before.

One moment it's chasing me. The next it stops. I turn around in time to see it being tossed into next Tuesday.

"You will leave the human alone." Its voice rumbles like thunder before a storm. Promises over disaster dangling on the edges. Red and blue become a blue against purple as the two fight before bright blue stained the rocky floor.

Red and blue lays down purple as if it were a child. Cradling it's head as it helps purple lay on the ground. Offering it solace in its final moments.

The crystals change it's humming tune. Red and blue looks over at me. I step backwards. Sky eyes lock onto me. Darkening as if it were upset that I had flinched backwards.

"I am sorry." It rumbles. It's voice unlike any other I've heard. Gentle and commanding. Peaceful yet full of chaos.

"For what? Saving my life? Uhh. Thanks. By the way." I swallow thickly. So either this is hella A.I or...

"I am sorry for what you had to witness. I prefer if less human knew about us. For the safety of your kind. No doubt he has sent images of you back to our enemy." Hold up.

"Barney was taking pics?" My hands shook. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. Whatever cotton candy here considered and enemy I did not want to know.

"Most likely. Yes. We have human allies. And with you being this close to an energon deposit no doubt he has thought you to be an Autobot ally." I say nothing. Do nothing. Was this gonna hurt Orion?

"So what? We part ways and pretend this didn't happen? I move towns and quite possibly see a therapist for what seems like the umpteenth time?" What I previously thought to just be a part of his face retracts. So. He has mouth.

"No." He starts. "You will go back to your residence. I will send Agent Folwer to come bring you to Autobot base in the morning." I raise a brow at him.

"How the hell will you know where I live? That being if I want to even see you again." Still quite a ways away he takes but three steps for him to come close to me. He drops on one knee. Hand dropping down beside me.

"This is for your safety. And that of any family you have. As for figuring out where you live, I will accompany you to assure no Decepticon follows you." His face is now level with mine. "I assure you. I mean you no harm." Something humms deep in my chest. Sparks shooting through from head to toe.

My hand moves on its own. My palm coming to rest upon metal skin. My hand small compared to the rest of him. He lets me. Not budging an inch. My fingers follow the curve of what I assume are his cheeks. The metal surprisingly warm and malleable. My hand shakes as I follow the contours of his face. Right up until I look into his eyes.

Not once had he stopped watching me. Not once had he looked away. They cycle and twirl. Like a camera lens focusing itself. Hot air rushes over me. He blinks.

Suddenly I'm five again. Bared open as me and this being look at each other.

I feel like I'm five again and staring into the night sky. Knowing full well I'm looking into something ancient. Something far older and wiser than I. It breaks me down to my very soul. Leaving me with my most vulnerable part. I swallow thick and jerk my hand away as if it burned.

He was old and ancient. And so very past his resting point. His body is tired and worn. And I feel guilty. Why? I truly don't know. But empathy wins over and all I want to do is say sorry to him, for whatever the universe has has done. For whatever fate deemed fit to steal from him.

"Sorry. I whisper." For touching what seemed like a gods instrument. Sorry. For whatever that God had done to him.

I glance to the ground. Then to him.

"Whats your name? What should I call you?" A smile. Barely there.

"Optimus Prime. And you, little human?" I hold my hand out to him.

"My name is Y/n. Y/n L/n." He held his own hand out to me then. His hand was so large my own couldn't wrap around one of his fingers. It was an akward little handshake, never the less, despite his gentleness. There was nothing but power behind that hand. He could very easily be rid of me if he wanted to. Left to be nothing. Just like the Decepticon laying on the ground. Nothing more than a husk of its former self.

"Home." I began. "Is this way. I don't think your gonna blend in very well though." He said nothing but nodded.

"I will meet you at the end of the valley. Y/n." He waited for me to get on my bike and drive off. I could feel his eyes on my back as I left. Watching over me for some reason or another. Maybe he thought there would be another purple robot?

The drive back through seemed longer than ever. Purely for the fact that I wanted to know just how he was gonna go through town unseen. I supposed I could go through the back roads. But then Orion would worry. I'm never longer than a few hours unless its for work. My legs once again touch the walls. A whispers breath apart. I shake my head. And who was this Fowler that I was supposed too meet? Was he a robot thing as well? Or was he human and one of the allies that Optimus spoke of. Maybe a government agent? I wouldn't put it past the government to hide something like this. Fucking hell. I appreciated it. Up until this point in time I was content without knowing their existence. And now I have to worry for mine and Orion's safety. Gods above I've really gotten into it this time. Lord knows was gonna happen at the end of it all.

There's a bright light when I pop out. And a large blue and red semi and im sent into a  panic for a moment.  Up until that thundering voice come out of it.

"I will follow you home. No one will know, Y/n." I swallow thickly and I'm thankful in that moment for my helmet hiding the surprised look on my face. I'd look like a right fool. With my mouth hanging low and eyes wide open.

"Holy fucking shit." I mutter beneath my breath. I had to drive past him in order to get back into the side road leading to the main road. My body screaming to get away from the semi from years of riding my bike on the highway. "Jesus christ he turns into a truck." Do the others all turn into other vehicles? Or is it strictly planes and trucks?

He's behind me the entire time I drive home. Just barely in view of my mirrors. Everytime I glance into the mirrors he'd blink his headlights as if he knew I was looking to see if he was still there. Showing me that he would keep his word. Dread swims in my stomach every so often; just because he saved me doesn't mean that he would be a good guy. I saw the way he took grape juice down. But. I click my blinkers on and turn left onto the road that leads to my home. Only one more hour and I could go and hug Orion and pretend that I wasn't scare shitless tonight. I glance back at my mirror and sure enough he blinks his headlights. Something inside me told me I could, at the very least, trust him to keep his word. That heavy feeling in my chest was back. A bright warmth unlike i've ever felt before. The only kind of warmth I felt once before.

Fucking hell. God damn gut instincts. I've only been wrong once when judging someones character. Despite everything screaming at me to not trust the guys. I just knew. That at the very least, with him, another one of those purple guys wouldn't hurt me.

Orion's howling when I get home. I don't even weight for Optimus to pull up behind my little garage and just dart into the house. Orion jumps up and gets his paws on my shoulders and effectively topples me over when I misstep and land one one of his toys. I hit the ground with a thud and get slobbered all over. Not one inch of my face is safe.

"Ah! Gahh! Orion! Dude! It's okay! I know, I know. I was gone to long but im here now!" I manage to sit up and hold his head in my lap. He's whining as he noses into my stomach. Every so often glancing over at the semi that has yet to leave. Despite wanting comfort in knowing that i'm not gonna just up and leave, he wants to make sure I'm safe. Optimus is the stranger here, and he's confused as to why no ones left the vehicle yet.

"Your companion is names Orion?" I look over at him. My hand soothing the top of Orion's head as I talk to him.

"Ya. Uhm." I look down at Orion. "It's after the constellation. I like learning about space n shit." And that's all he's gonna learn about me. Optimus rumbles a hum. The sound rolling over in my small garage.

"I will send Fowler over in your morning cycle. Feel free to bring your companion as well." He begins to roll backwards then stops. "And stay safe Y/n. Do not let anyone else but Fowler in." And with that he's gone. I watch as he rolls out of view before hearing some weird static. Like an old glass tv. The sound is gone just as quickly as it came.

I look down at Orion.

"Something tells me were gonna have a hell of a couple of weeks bud."

[sleepy-shutin]

hope it’s ok for me to rant to you lmao but i feel like 99% of syscourse bloggers on both sides fundamentally understand how studies statistics diagnostic criteria etc work. and i’m not saying those things are perfect at all but if you’re going to get into discourse about it you should probably at least understand it on a basic level ykwim. especially studies because no one interprets them in the right way in syscourse, which is understandable because a lot of them have very academic style writing and formatting and can unfortunately just be generally inaccessible, but if you don’t know what they’re saying and why then don’t act like you do is my point. i see a lot of pro endos toss around the same few studies that they say prove endogenic or tulpa related plurality, but all of the ones i’ve read are just like, the bare bones of a study that are meant to be built off of, aka essentially just surveying a group of people and saying “yeah these people say they experience this.” on the anti endo side of things, i’ve noticed a lot of them throwing around brain scan and TOSD related studies saying they inherently disprove endogenic plurality, but those studies were also conducted with strictly DID and OSDD in mind and not endogenic plurality, which would probably have to be studied completely separately. also that goes for pro endos because a lot of them try to shoehorn endogenic plurality into the DIDOSDD criteria and shit when it’s inherently going to be different lol. anyways even then a few studies into it aren’t going to prove anything, it could probably take a decade to come to any sort of conclusive scientific agreement on endos, and even then studies and their findings are very very rarely, if ever, treated as irrefutable proof. and i think a lot of people need to realize that they themselves can spread misinformation and it’s not just ableist singlets that do that, which is kind of a whole can of worms entirely but just because you have DIDOSDD or you identity as an endogenic system that doesn’t mean you inherently know how to read scientific papers and aren’t immune to bias when reading them.

no no, you're onto something. i think few people in syscourse know how to use sources or even what they're saying as well. because a lot of these people aren't super educated on DID itself, haven't read a lot of books about it, and aren't familiar with academic language.

not that i'm by any means an expert, i've been stuck trying to read the same book for several months now because i've been struggling to find the motivation, and am trying to stick to my "one book at a time" method, (though, i'll probably just have to give up and read multiple books at once anyways lmao). but like jesus christ.

the reason i'm not really "anti endo" in that i disbelieve in endogenic plurality is precisely because there aren't any actual studies proving or disproving the experience wholly for me to base an opinion off of--though, the communities i'm generally pretty unhappy with, lol. all we have are barebones ideas and surveys, and then a bunch of poorly done speculation by that one tulpa who MUST be in wonderland if she thinks half the sources she's using actually say what she thinks they're saying, lmao.

it's also a huge reason i'm burnt out on syscourse and just don't really care to argue about whether endos exist or not. i don't care. live your life, dog.

it's as markiplier once said: you do you, and i'll do me, and we won't do each other. probably.

[egg-emperor]

While I do not mind at all the focus on non Eggman villains, the guy has literally not shown up in a major way since either Bad Guys or the tower arc. I'm not counting his appereance in Zeti hun

What is he up to? Where is he? Are they saving a surprise thing for him that will completely blow Starline's stuff out of the water?

Yeah my problem isn't in the fact that there's multiple villains in the picture at all. I know I only seem to care about Eggman, which is true most of the time nowadays in all media, and it's not just a villain thing as feel the same way about the characters in general lol. But I do love and care about the other characters when they're at their best in writing and portrayal and other villains can have the potential to be interesting too, when they're actually handled well.

Some people think I have the issue of hating villains just for being in the picture when they aren't Eggman but that's not true. I just hate how it's like every single one of them has to be used to shit on him. And then when the other villains aren't putting Eggman down themselves, there are synopses to say that they're 'mightier' and that to say that Eggman can only be a bumbling fool in comparison. It's the quickest way to make me dislike them.

I'm just sick of them putting down Eggman to try to make the other villains looks good, if they want me to like them and see them as a credible threat, they actually need to prove it to me with their own actions, not through writing Eggman OOC and downplaying or ignoring his true evil and capability of having solid plans and the ability to adapt. They keep putting him down just to raise them up and it's such a lazy frustrating way of doing it.

And the lack of spotlight issue is still very true and is another reason why these other villains have been bothering me. It's even worse that Eggman is written OOC, tossed aside like nothing, and then the other villains continue to shit on him in his absence. He's still the main villain and one of the most important characters in the series in general, so it's weird that we've had this many years of IDW and still haven't had a single bigger arc where Eggman is actually truly the main villain since the very beginning.

In the first arc he was the poorly handled concept of Tinker that they used as a reason to keep him out of the picture and then the Metal Virus arc seemed super promising in the early days but then they just had to write Eggman OOC and have Starline betray him and shove the D6 in. Ever since then, it's felt like he's only popped in and out every now and then during arcs to do a couple of things and the most focus he gets at once is like two issues in a row that are just used as a bridge into bigger arcs about other villains again.

I want Eggman to actually get to do something because he's being treated like a bumbling fool, lesser evil side villain that isn't important enough to be the main big bad in a bigger significant arc, and he just pops in and out despite being one of the most important in the series besides Sonic himself. It makes it feel like they really hate Eggman and love to disrespect him, like they think he isn't interesting enough to get as much focus as the other villains.

If they want to have a number of different villains for Sonic to face, I don't have a problem with that if they handle it well. But they shouldn't feel like straight up replacements for Eggman that are used to put him down and they should balance out their focus with his, instead of arc after arc where only Starline or the D6 are focused on way more while they shit on Eggman. They need to treat them all with respect, cycle through them, and make them all feel worthy.

I just really want to know what he's doing during all these long periods of his absence too and why he can never seem to stick around for long. What has he been doing all the while? Sitting on his (sexy and thicc) ass doing nothing, or is he just too busy to be there? I'd hope he's been preparing something cool but I keep trying not to get my hopes up because the disrespect towards him has been intentional and it seems like they just don't want to give him the focus and plot significance he deserves.

I hope I'm wrong about them not having bigger plans for him in the near future because I really want him to take the stage and get a piece of the action again. Even better if what he does blows what Starline is doing out of the water, as it should. I also really want him to get to do damage to Starline like I wanted in the Bad Guys arc but they never delivered. I need him to finally get a chance, it would be so cathartic.

[suchalonelysunflower]

Perks (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood X Fem!Reader

Requested: YES

Summary: You haven’t seen your boyfriend for five months thanks to quarentine, time to make up the lost time

Warnings: Smut. Thigh riding. Mentions of quarentine. Dirty thoughts and talk. Language and probably some mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 1.7K

Author’s note: So we are all aware that this is Calum’s world and we are living in it, right? I’m not very familiar with writing smut so I hope this is okay and that you’ll like it 😊 thank you so much to the anon for requesting this! Reblogs, likes, comments and feedback are always more than welcome! Thank you so much and Happy reading 🦋💕

My materialist

“OMG! Request! Request! Request! reader finally gets to travel and see Cal for the first time since Quarantine and is Shocked by his physique. smut, where they basically ride cal's thigh, while gripping his arms. i'm a slut sorry lol. female pronouns are preferred, but use whatever you like!”

Five months.

You haven’t seen Calum in five months and it was driving you insane.

When quarantine started you never thought you’d be trapped inside the state borders of Virginia. You thought you would have enough time to go back home to your boyfriend and spend the next few weeks cuddling up by his side. But, since timing can be a bitch sometimes, your work required you to stay a little bit longer and you missed the last flight to LA. So to say that you were ecstatic to get home would be an understatement.

You haven’t told Calum that you were on your way home, wanting to surprise him when you open the door to your shared home. The smirk on your face could only be matched with the up and down movements of your leg, being almost impossible to contain your excitement.

The Uber driver finally pulled up in front of the house after nearly one hour in traffic. You smiled through your mask and thanked them several times before jumping out of the car with your bags in hands, wasting no time in opening the door and stepping inside.

The smell of home invaded your senses, as tears gathered up in your eyes. It’s been too long, too long without this feeling of content.

You dropped your bags in the entrance hallway and made your way to the kitchen, hoping to see Calum there and surprise him with a long awaited kiss. Yet, Calum wasn’t in the kitchen, in fact it appeared that he wasn’t home at all! It was quiet… too quiet.

You washed your hands and started walking around the house, trying to find at least a clue of where your disappearing boyfriend went. You searched in the music room, the laundry room and finally your bedroom but he was nowhere to be found. That was until you peaked out of your bedroom window and you had to remind yourself of how to breathe properly.

There he was, tank top soaked in sweat as he worked out in the garden. His hair has gone longer, you never could tell in your FaceTime calls because he always wore a hoodie or some kind of bucket house whenever he was on the phone with you, and now his curls were unsuccessfully tamed in a headband, preventing it from hitting and sticking to his head. You slightly bit your lip at the thought of ripping that headband off his head and pulling on his curls just like you used to do.

He’s got a lot bigger too, you could feel your cheeks getting warmer at the sight of his muscles flexing with ease every time he stretched his arms. The need for him grew stronger as you imagined how it would be like to be held down by those arms, pinning you to the mattress as he ran his hands through your body until they landed on your neck, squeezing it just right until…

“Holy shit!” A voice said, interrupting your daydream. You looked down to see Calum already staring at you, blinking a few times just to make sure his eyes were not fooling him. You smiled and waved, quickly getting away from the window as you started running downstairs to meet him.

Calum entered the house just in time to see you walk the last step of the stairs and catch you in his arms as you ran into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“I’m not dreaming, please tell me I’m not dreaming. I’m so gonna hate myself if this is another dream” He said, hiding his head into the crook of your neck.

You laughed as you pulled away a bit, cupping his cheeks into your hand and pressing little kisses across his face “It’s real, baby” You said through kisses and happy tears “I’m home. I’m finally home”

Calum’s smile reached his eyes as he started giggling with you, wasting no time to press his lips against yours.

The kiss quickly turned heated as you parted your lips and granted him access to deepen the kiss the way you both needed. ’It’s been too long’ you thought ‘too long without his kiss’

His hands traveled down grabbing your ass and giving it a little squeeze, making you moan into the kiss as you felt his growing erection through the thin material of the shorts he was wearing. Without skipping a beat, Calum walked backwards until the back of his calves met with the soft cushions of the couch, sitting down and pulling you on top of his lap without breaking the kiss.

You straddled his thigh and started moving slowly, creating a soft rhythm that matched with the movements of your lips “You dreamt about me?” You ask, breaking the kiss and starting to trail your lips against his jaw.

“Yes,” Calum breathed as he pulled you even closer to him, almost not believing you were actually there “All the time I imagined you were coming home, almost lost my mind for a second there”

You hummed, trailing your hands up and downs his muscular arms “I see you got yourself busy while I was away” You giggled.

Calum’s plump lips made their way to your neck, kissing and leaving marks wherever he wanted, making you moan softly when he found your sweet spot right under your ear “Thought you might like it,” he teased as his hands started to touch you under your shirt, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched “Let the hair grow as well”

“I could tell… Cal-“ You whimpered. His hands were cupping your breasts over your bra, thumbs slightly rubbing your nipples over the thin fabric, making you roll your hips with more intent as you bite your lips trying to contain the moans.

Calum groaned at the sight “Nu-uh,” He said, kissing you so you’ll stop biting your lips “I wanna hear you baby, please” He almost begged, adding more pressure to your nipples “It’s been too long without your pretty little sounds, love. Can't wait any longer, I need to hear you”

You obliged, thankful that you were not going to bust your lip open from biting it too hard. Your hands quickly found the haim of your shirt, pulling it over your head and unclasping your bra, tossing them god knows where. “Fuck.” Calum groaned at the sight of you.

“Like what you see?” You grin.

“Fucking love it” He said, replacing his hands with his lips in a matter of seconds, kissing from your nipples to your jaw and from your jaw to your nipples again, leaving no place unmarked, no place untouched.

One of his hands traveled to your hips while the other one ventured even further down over your panties. You were so thankful you decided to wear a skirt today.

He rubbed his hand over your lips, smirking when he felt just how wet you were “All of this for me?” He asked with a smug expression.

“Yes,” you breathed, quickening your pace so you were rubbing on his hand.

“Yes what, princess?”

“Ah- all for you, Calum” You whimpered in extacy. The FaceTime calls, the sexting and the naughty photos could never compare to the pleasure of the real thing, and to think that you haven’t even started.

“Wanna ride my thigh, baby girl?” He asked whispering in your ear as he bit your earlobe while removing his hand from your pussy and grabbing your ass with a strong grip that you were sure would leave marks tomorrow.

“Yes, sir” You moaned.

Calum slapped your ass and made you yelp at the sudden hit, somehow making you even more wet that before “Do it,” He commanded “Make yourself cum on my thigh, baby girl”

You started to move your hips again, kissing him as you slowly quicken the pace. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in his messy curls and tugging them with enough force to make him moan in pleasure.

A trail of moans and quick breaths came out of your lips as you felt Calum’s grip on your ass, guiding your movements and pressing you down against him, making you feel everything and more, proud of the mess you were making with every thrust.

“Babyy.. “ you whined, lips parted as you pressed your forehead with his, tugging on his hair so he could meet you halfway for a deep, sloppy kiss “Calum-“

“That’s it, baby. That’s it” He breathlessly praised, feeling over the moon hearing your moans and whimpers, knowing it’s just for him “So beautiful like this, baby girl. So fucking beautiful”

You were close, you were close and he knew that. Calum grabbed your hips and started quickening the pace even more “C’mon baby, cum. Cum all over my thigh”

Your moans grew louder as your vision started to become a little foggy. Your hands trailed down to his biceps as you dug your nails into his skin, trying so hard to hold on just a little bit longer for him.

“Cal- Calum, baby” His name became a mantra in your lips, feeling your climax even closer “I’m gonna cum, baby”

Your nails sank deeper into his arms, making Calum hiss as he was sure you would mark him but in this moment he didn’t find a single fuck to give as you were coming closer and closer with each movements “Fuck. Cum, Y/N. Cum. I got you, baby. I got you”

You closed your eyes as your orgasm ran through your entire body, making you shiver as you slowly came down your high, still feeling Calum’s big hands on your hip.

Once again, you grabbed Calum by his hair and pulled him towards you, clashing your lips together into a passionate kiss, telling everything you need to know at that moment.

“God, I fucking missed you” He said, once you broke the kiss to breathe.

You giggled, still a little breathless “Ditto” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pecking his lips one more time “This was one hell of a welcoming”

“You surely don’t think this is over just yet” He said, a small laugh leaving his lips “I’ve spend five months without you in that bed, you’re not leaving my side anytime soon”

You hummed “Wanna take me there and make up for lost time?”

In the blink of an eye Calum got to his feet and pulled you over his shoulder, making you yelp and giggle as he carried you to your shared bedroom, once hand around your waist while the other one soothed your ass.

“What the hell?” You laughed.

“Perks of working out, honey” He smiled “And we’re about to do one hell of a workout”

[deifiliaa]

I'm going down a Cho rabbit hole rn!! Do you have any Cho fic recs?? I'd love to read more Cho

hello anon, welcome to the rabbit hole, just wanted to let you know that this is one of those asks i dream about getting because cho chang? oft-overlooked-and-underappreciated-in-fandom cho chang?? why yes i would LOVE to stand on this soapbox and talk endlessly about her and my favorite writings that feature her <3

i get that a lot of the pairings featured in these fics/drabbles are very not mainstream lol but please don’t let that scare you off because honestly?? these are all a mix of fun, brilliant, stunning, transcendent stories and i have spent approximately a million hours thinking about each one of these because the character building and emotional payoff and dimensional portrayal of cho is overwhelmingly just so satisfying. so capable of filling that void canon left. so chef’s kiss.

gonna do my best to pick a line from each fic/drabble that i think does a good job of capturing its ✨ essence ✨ so. here we gooo. (mature/explicit fics noted with an asterisk * ).

record scratch * by @provocative-envy — modern, best man and maid of honor au (cho x marcus flint)

“You and Cho—my best and dearest and most precious friend in the world, Cho—you know each other, don’t you?” Marietta asks, just a bit too sweetly.

There’s a beat of awkward silence, then, and Cho very responsibly avoids the heavy, frantic weight of Marcus’s gaze, which has suddenly—coolly—intently—snapped over to her.

“so it starts at the tail end of the war...” by @provocative-envy — canon divergent au (cho x marcus flint) 

“i don’t want to get away,” she tells him, wincing at the strain on her vocal chords. “this is–this is it, can’t you feel it? this is how it ends.”

good behavior by @provocative-envy — canon divergent, postwar au, also the sequel to the above drabble (cho x marcus flint)

Well, his “muggle integration counselor” needs to be able to find him.

“marcus flint knows a lot about destruction...” by @provocative-envy — high school au (cho x marcus flint)

“I’m bad at math,” he blurts out, jaw working as he folds his arms over his chest. He feels defensive. Frustration prickles a familiar dance across his scalp. “This is, like, my third time taking trig. They always—I get lost when that fucking—when the circle thing with the dotted lines shows up.”

tick tick boom by @provocative-envy — superhero au (cho x marcus flint)

Cho Chang now works for the nonprofit across the street, a legal defense fund for superheroes who aren’t lucky enough to have corporate sponsors or full-fledged PR teams.

Marcus sees her, occasionally.

heads or tails * by @provocative-envy — thief acquaintances au (cho x marcus flint)

“We aren’t jack shit, sweetheart,” she mimics obnoxiously. “Yes, I know.”

His nostrils flare. “What’s the fucking problem, then?”

flying before falling by andtheyfightcrime — canon compliant (cho x cedric diggory)

Cho sniffs, "Maybe we just think there's more to hello than sticking your tongue down someone's throat." Cedric groans at that and says, "You shatter my illusions, Chang. We could have been in Hufflepuff together."

fifty ways by andtheyfightcrime — canon compliant (cho x cedric diggory)

Being in like with Cedric is a lot like being friends with him, only with more private smiles and demure nods.

big head boy by @cocoartistwrites — university au (cho x percy weasley)

She makes him nervous, with her shiny hair and her firm, straight brows and her piercing dark eyes and the haughty way she argues with him, and how she slams everything he says, how she sounds like his sister, Ginny, sometimes, when Ginny hears him talking, how assured she is, how angry, how sometimes she argues with their tutor – their brilliant, famous tutor – once, memorably, calling him an outdated sexist pig and –

“the thing about cho chang...” by @provocative-envy — zombie survival au (cho x cormac mclaggen)

Out of everyone? Back at camp? That he could’ve gotten trapped in a fucking abandoned Bass Pro Shop with? While a horde of fucking razor-talon zombies mashed their rotting gray faces up against the tastefully organized display windows?

Cho Chang would not have been Cormac’s first choice.

the sweet spot by @provocative-envy​ — modern, celebrity au (cho x cormac mclaggen)

His smile is authentic in ways that she doubts he’s aware of, in ways that she doubts he’s even capable of understanding, and it unnerves her a little bit, having all that energy, all that intensity, all that smug, self-fulfilling excitement directed right at her, totally unfiltered.

hiding in plain sight by @mxrcusflint — high school au (cho x cormac mclaggen)

Cormac McLaggen, she thinks, has probably broken more hearts than earned A’s.

descent (or how to stop being a national hero) by watername — canon divergent au (cho x viktor krum if you squint, but also not really)

At the second task, when the competitors dive beneath the lake, he drums his fingers against the railing and wonders what kind of person inspires such loyalty.

when the lights go out by thatdarkhairedgirl — second war resistance au (cho x viktor krum)

He missed her. He’s known her for less than a year and he missed her.

flights of fancy by namelessamelie — canon divergent au (cho x draco malfoy)

“You don’t have to defend him,” he interrupted, cutting her off. “Potter’s not as wonderful as he’d have everyone believe, and you know that better than anyone.” Then, before he’d fully thought it through, he added impulsively, “One hero isn’t a replacement for another.”

caught by blood sugar love — canon divergent, postwar, rebellion au (cho x draco malfoy)

Cho blinks. "I mean... I-I sit, and I think about it. How much you've ruined everything. It's really amazing, when I tally it all up. How much you owe. Especially if your father dies."

the sporting life * by blythely — canon divergent au (cho x pansy parkinson)

Cho wins but it's probably because on the last match point Pansy is looking at Cho rather than at the ball.

seeking * by Gelsey — postwar, ministry au (cho x charlie weasley)

“Fucker,” she said, righting her clothes in quick, economical movements, though her hands were trembling. She tossed her hair.

a moment’s silence (happens grace, happens sweet) by disinclinant — second war order au (cho x charlie weasley)

“I’ve no idea who you are,” Charlie replies, amused and vaguely charmed by this explanation of how she knows him through the process of elimination.

moon walk * by @provocative-envy — modern au (cho x antonin dolohov)

She stares at him for a minute, blatantly astonished and visibly apprehensive, and then she blushes. Hard. Gnaws on her lower lip and sweeps her eyes from his face to his chest and—very, very quickly—even lower.

even the score * by themidnightguardian — olympics au (cho x ginny weasley)

It’s a tepid rivalry at best—something that’s fierce on the field and almost entirely absent off it—and they’ve only spoken a handful of words to each other since their college days, but when it comes to women’s soccer, the Chang-Weasley rivalry is the hot gossip because it’s the only gossip.

Which is why twitter loses its shit when they both make the Olympic team.

that’s what she said by @provocative-envy — hockey au (cho x ginny weasley)

“Hey, why don’t you like me?”

Cho’s face twitches oddly. Defensively. “Why don’t I—excuse me?”

playing favourites by Slumber — postwar, healer au (cho x oliver wood)

The first time Cho catches Oliver Wood wandering St Mungo's ward nowhere near his own, he at least has the grace to look embarrassed.

[currently-screeching]

Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi (Genderbend)

Summary: Tsukishima hands a vibrator to Yamaguchi and tells her to wear it during a meeting...Tsukishima has the remote, of course.

Warning: this is literally pure smut, yUh

If you know me, please just pretend like this doesn't exist.

Link for those who like reading on ao3 more :

Anywho, enjoy I guess lol.

Yamaguchi stared at the black lacy piece of cloth in her hand and blushed crimson red.

She was getting bored these days. When she first accepted her current job, she had foolishly assumed that she would be occupied 24/7 both physically and mentally. After all, she worked as an assassin for an infamous mafia group. However, she quickly learned that it was wishful thinking.  She was bored sexually. She knew about the prostitutes working for executive members who would gladly jump at any opportunity to pleasure her. Although she had known about their services available to her since she was 16, she always denied them because she "wasn't interested in filthy sluts." It made her feel bad but being cruel in the mafia was a necessity.

Truth was, she was a virgin. Yes, a virgin at 20. Even by normal standards, she would never be able to admit it to anyone. The reason as to why was simple: she wanted to lose it to someone that she actually loved. It was a pathetic and foolish wish to stick to since she was voluntarily putting herself through torture. Because she was sexually frustrated than ever recently, she had become irritable and more prone to lash out at her subordinates.

This was one of the many times...

"Are you serious? Do you think I would ever accept this pitiful piece of shit that you call an "official report"? " Yamaguchi slammed her hand on her table hard, making her hand tingle painfully. The loud sound that accompanied it made the man standing at the door of her office flinch and shiver.

He blurted out, "I-i'm so s-sorry miss. I will take care of it r-right away." She threw the stack of paper fortunately held together by a clip at the general direction of the quivering voice. She heard a gasp, shuffling of feet, and the soft click of the door being closed.

Yamaguchi sighed, putting her hands on her temples. What was she doing mistreating her important assistants like that? What would her colleagues think of her? Suddenly, she sensed someone walking towards her office. They were about 8 meters away from her desk. Determining from the gait and rhythm of footsteps, it was Tsukishima.

Speak of the devil...

Tsukishima slipped into the room elegantly shutting the door behind her and chuckling, "Hey, Tadashi. You should tone it down a bit. That subordinate of yours that left a minute ago was practically crying." Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and cascaded down perfectly, making Yamaguchi's heart beat faster. Shit. Not again-

Yamaguchi mentally kicked herself and complained, "I'm just in a bad mood Tsukki, and he really messed up his work." Tsukishima smirked and stared at her slyly behind her glasses frames in a way that definitely meant she was scheming something. Indeed, she was.

She reached into her suit jacket and tossed an object that looked like an oval folding into itself across the room. It flew through the air gracefully and dropped into Yamaguchi's waiting hands. "What even is th-," she started to say, then instantly blushed when she realized.

A vibrator.

Getting bored of her fingers a long time ago, she had once gone into a sex toy shop, only to coincidentally see some people she knew, and vowed never to even think about buying one. But here she was, holding one. She knew enough about them to know that the one in her hands was controlled by a remote.

"Tsukki, I'm not even horny. Why are you giving me this?"

"Denial doesn't suit you. I know you don't have any lovers or prostitutes. And I know you're not one of the types of people that never get horny because I've seen you before. Did you know? You're quite loud."

Yamaguchi buried her face in her hands that must be the same colour as the bright red lipstick Tsukishima was wearing. She weakly mumbled, "Well aren't you quite the pervert for purposely walking in on me even though you already knew what I was doing?" It was such a pathetic excuse of a comeback that she cringed right after she said it.

"Well," Tsukishima's tone becoming more mischievous, "You would do the same if you heard someone moan your name, wouldn't you?" Oh god. No. Oh nonononono.

Yamaguchi's head shot up as she tried to deny it, but only jumbled words and gibberish came out as her thoughts were racing a thousand kilometers per hour. Her attempts at gaining back her composure failed completely as tears prickled at the edge of her eyes. She looked everywhere but Tsukishima and finally decided on the desk before her. It was almost funny as to how she could kill people in cold blood but would tear up at the slightest humiliation. A twisted noise escaped her throat as she laughed at her own misery.

She had tried so arduously, for years to conceal the more-than-friend-love she felt, but here it was, unraveling before her like yarn. She was dimly aware of Tsukishima moving towards her at the edge of her vision but stubbornly refused to look up and into the eyes that would certainly express mockery. But when two slender fingers lifted up her face, she let it happen from surprise.

Beautiful golden eyes appeared to flare up for a second before Yamaguchi felt soft lips. They pressed against hers hard, demanding entrance. She opened up obediently, her breath hitching from an unexpected spurt of bliss. A moment later, it left as quickly as it had come.

"Wear that for me to the meeting we have 20 minutes, Tadashi."

Before she could protest, Tsukishima disappeared through the door. Hundreds of questions popped up in her head as she questioned what had just happened.

*                 *                 *

Yamaguchi ran in her six-inch heels to the conference room. Along the way, she had fussed with her hair and tight black dress more than she could keep track of, trying to look the best she could. Every time she took a step, a brush of soft silicone sent a flicker of excitement and arousal up as heat slowly pooled in her stomach. Still, she repeatedly cursed Tsukishima in her head.

That cunning bastard. Leaving before she had a chance to say anything. Worse than anything, she had the remote to the vibrator. Meaning she was in control of everything.

Yamaguchi hurried through the opened door to her usual seat near the most important people and she sneaked a glance at said cunning bastard. As usual, Tsukishima looked bored as she spun a pen in her hand. What a childish thing to do, she thought and smiled internally. Despite being serious and sometimes cold to people, the Tsukki she loved knew did immature things out in the open. However, she also knew that the pen was equal to a couple hundred dollars, as Tsukishima had randomly mentioned before. Like everything she did, she was also extremely skilled at it, almost too skilled that it was a bit scary.

When Yamaguchi greeted her in the most nonchalant way she could, Tsukishima politely returned her own greetings back in a way that gave away nothing of what had happened earlier. That didn't mean she didn't slip her hand into her pant pocket and press the on button to a remote that controlled a certain something.

A gasp forced its way through Yamaguchi's lips, which caused a few people nearby to turn their heads in curiosity, but other than that, she had survived embarrassing herself. Tsukishima didn't miss the pink tint and held up one finger to her mouth, which Yamaguchi guessed was telling her to be quiet or that it was just the first level. Either way, she wanted to slap the indifferent look off her face. Before she could figure out a subtle way to kick her under the table, the last few stragglers made it through the door just in time.

The last person to come was the boss, who happened to be Tsukishima's mother. Though no one said anything out loud, people made quick glimpses at each other. The boss only made an appearance to meet with the executive members, so it was a rare occurrence. Knowing Tsukishima, she most likely knew about it, but "forgot" to mention it to her.

She was putting her entire life on the line by risking getting caught doing something as unprofessional as this. If she wanted to, she could slip the vibrator out of her panties and shove it into her bag if she wished. But her earlier encounter with Tsukishima coaxed her defiant side out, and she shot a glance at her.

I dare you.

The response was immediate.

This time, Yamaguchi had been biting the inside of her cheek in advance, so she was able to keep her composure. Still, her legs twitched under the table as she tried not to squirm in her seat. She was conscious of where she was looking; she tried not to stare too much at Tsukishima and instead focused on the boss, who was introducing some new members.

This was another bombshell for everyone as it took years of completing works successfully for the mafia before anyone could even be promoted to a high enough position to attend a meeting in this room. Unless they were infamous assassins who had previously worked in one of the groups that allied with hers. In that case, she would be able to recognize them as she always studied and examined other assassins carefully. Huh. Strange. She didn't know these people.

They introduced themselves, and she learned that they were a duo, Hinata Shoyo, and Kageyama Tobio. Judging from their stance, they had worked together many times. Maybe they were even fucking.

Wrong thing to think about.

Would Kei hold her wrists down so that she couldn't move? Would she straddle her hips? Would she trib her until she couldn't remember her own name? Would she-

"Yamaguchi-san, what do you suggest?"She dug the back of her high heels into her ankle to send sharp pain piercing through her leg. Focus.

Luckily, she had been paying enough attention to bullshit through an answer, "I agree with what Kuroo-san suggested earlier. We should send Hinata and Kageyama as dec--"

A groan tore out of her throat. She coughed immediately afterward, hoping that it was plausible. She was thankful that she was sitting down, as her legs would have given out under her. She cleared her throat, and continued, "-decoys, while Tsukishima and I infiltrate the building. "

"Do you have an elaboration on that?"

"Yes, in fact..." as she read off the paper she had specifically prepared prior, she tried and failed to ignore the burning pressure growing in her panties. She crossed her legs and pressed her thighs together as tight as she could.

She slid a glimpse at Tsukishima while talking as discreetly as she could. She had her face propped up by her hand. 5. So she was halfway through her delightful torture.

She lost track of time as vibrations continued to torment her clit. Every time she opened her mouth to give a suggestion, she had a coughing fit caused by mysterious sources. To lessen suspicion, she forced herself to cough quietly but was scared that she would upset the boss.

"Would you like a cough drop?" The pure audacity of this bitch.

Yamaguchi shook her head and politely declined the very, very generous offer.

She had more important issues that she needed to resolve immediately. Feeling herself getting closer to her climax, she brought her hand up to her mouth to stifle the sounds that she most definitely would make. Yet, as her legs shook and she desperately fought to keep her upper body straight, the vibrations kept getting weaker.

Was it just her imagination? Or...

She looked up at Tsukishima wearing a smug look on her face.

Oh hell no.

Yamaguchi leaned forward slightly, leafing through her report papers, and if she was aware of her cleavage and the tops of her breasts on full display to the person sitting in front of her, it wasn't apparent.

She observed Tsukishima's eyes drifting down to her chest every few seconds out of the corner of her eye. She was also uncomfortably shifting a bit in her seat. Yamaguchi smiled behind her hand in satisfaction.

The blonde continued bringing the other dangerously close to the edge, then pulling her back continuously. Yamaguchi gripped her thigh hard in frustration. She was distracting Tsukishima, that was for sure, but it wasn't sufficient.

An idea popped into her head. She cautiously took off her high heels and extended her leg under the table. Finding the blonde's knee, her foot crept up to her thighs. There, she brushed back and forth, before she slid up and pressed the spot.

Tsukishima's eyes widened as she hurriedly put her hand to her mouth. That's what you deserve, jerk.

It was a game of endurance. Even while she felt herself steadily getting wetter, Yamaguchi refused to show any reactions whatsoever. Her foot kept doing its work, as strong thigh muscles closed in on it gradually.

Suddenly, the boss snapped her fingers and the room fell silent, including the newbie that was currently presenting. She stood up from her chair and disappeared through the back doors that no one knew where it led to. At last.

Yamaguchi was only able to force herself to sit still in her seat for five more seconds before she finally gave in to the temptations and got up from her seat. She walked around the large table, passing her subordinates and colleagues, careful not to meet their eyes, and hoped that nothing would start running down her legs. She made herself slow her pace a bit, shoulders relaxed, and hoped she looked like she was going to finish up something important.

Once she was out of the doors, she made a beeline for the executive lounge, full-on running in her heels which thankfully she was used to. When she opened the door and entered, she didn't waste any time admiring the fancy bathroom. She had only come here once or twice before, but she knew about the smooth marble counter where the sinks were located and the decent-sized, soft velvety sofa. It was precisely why she came here.

However, she also had another reason. She knew that a certain somebody would know where she was. Sure enough, the door opened, revealing a smirking Tsukishima.

"Thought you might want some cough suppressant."

Yamaguchi hopped onto the counter and crossed her legs. "Fucking pervert."

"Says the one that was flaunting their tits at me shamelessly."

Wrong move, bastard. Yamaguchi, staring into the other girl's eyes, smiled innocently and asked, "Really? And who was the one too horny to stop staring? Hm?"

Tsukishima looked away. Yamaguchi didn't waste the opportunity. She reached out and grabbed a fist full of her shirt, forcefully pulling her in. Tsukishima put one hand on the counter to keep her balance while she let her other hand trail freely to wherever it wanted to go. Yamaguchi tilted her head up, nibbling slightly on the sweet lips that had roughly kissed hers earlier before she shoved her tongue in. She explored the other's mouth, and without meaning to, whimpered at the delicious warmth that enveloped her tongue. She felt a short chuckle that had escaped Tsukishima's throat.

In response, she attacked the nape of her neck, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of bite marks that blossomed in colors ranging from dark purple to light pink. It drew a hard moan that echoed in her ears nicely. Distracted by her task at hand, she barely noticed the fingers that slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, then proceeded to gently unclasp her bra.

The cold air that suddenly hit her breasts made her shiver. A thumb ghosted over her already perky nipples as the room was filled with small whines. Tsukishima pinched them lightly, before latching her mouth on them.

"Mm...K-kei, hurry." The blonde's hand squeezed her thigh briefly before pressing against her heat. She took the vibrator out and pulled her panties off her legs.

"So wet for me already. It turns you on when you think about me fucking you?"

Yamaguchi scowled. "Shut up. Who the hell do you thin-Ah," she gasped and arched her back. Tsukishima had inserted two digits without warning. She then crooked them just right, hitting a spot that had never been explored before. It brought immeasurable pleasure, and Yamaguchi shamelessly cried out in the most pornographic way that the taller had ever heard.

"ah...f-fuck..mmm." Tsukishima pulled her fingers out halfway, then slammed them back in hard, getting rewarded with a moan every time. Soon, Yamaguchi started to clench down on them, so she picked up her speed. Slipping in a third finger, she tried to ignore the burning feeling in her forearm. She was getting tired.

Yamaguchi had her head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, so Tsukishima took her chance and grabbed a cushion nearby, kneeling on it, without slowing down the steady strokes. She pressed her face against the cunt of the beautiful being she was fingering, gently licked her clit and bit her labia.

The effect was glorious.

A hand buried itself in her hair tightly.  Tsukishima twirled her tongue around and sucked, and fuck, Yamaguchi tasted so delicious. She was salty and bitter, but there was a twinge of sweetness. It was addicting, along with the sweet noises that she made.

"Kei...I-I'm gonna-"

And finally, Yamaguchi let out a high-pitched strangled yell and came the hardest she ever had before. Tsukishima continued the pumping of her fingers slowly and flicked her tongue around until the shorter stopped shaking so much.

Just then, the door banged open, starling both.

"What the fuck."

[neuralblending-your-posts]

I love your blog but small request if it's not too much. Could you pls start tagging your posts with 'unreality' for the sake of our friends with schizoaffective, dissociative, etc. disorders? I hope I'm not stepping on your toes too much! Thanks!

Hello! You aren’t stepping on toes don’t even worry. I hope this blog feels safe and comfy to send asks to. We post some weird shit here sometimes but we have fun (or that’s the goal anyways).

Now that is something I have actually thought about recently, and tossed and turned a bit about, and I run into the problem, how do I tag “unreality” without marking this entire blog? Like it’s no fun to follow a blog and the whole thing is tagged out from you. Is there a line somewhere? I do not experience unreality from these posts and would not know the first place to begin tagging this, as I said apart from marking the whole blog. Maybe I’m understanding the tag wrong, I’m here to listen for nuance/if I’ve misunderstood.

Unless you mean, for the sake of who I’m rbing it from? In which case I have been using “ai generated image” as the first tag on every post to try to signify to whoever I rb it from that it could be unsafe content, but if that doesn’t seem to hit it right I can just change the first tag to “unreality”. Since I started this blog I have noticed ppl tagging that and if that’s the community go-to it’s probably what I should be using... I picked “ai generated image” when I first started this blog and just kept it consistent since.

Third, again, if I’ve misunderstood, OR if there’s something more specific I can tag to help make this blog safer for your browsing, please let me know!

Its taking me forever but there will (eventually) be a master post with tags EVENTUALLY so people can see what to block for this blog or just view certain themes/categories for fun. Eventually.

So in the meantime FYI for anyone wondering - major cw tags I use (tagged exactly as written/bolded) are body horror (fairly frequent on this blog, lately I've been including animal body horror in this tag as well), blood, gore (these last two are rare but do pop up sometimes), meat (as it sounds - if it looks like a steak or raw meat, often paired with the gore tag), flesh (for things that look like genitals - again rare but I go generous on this just in case, weird lumps of flesh get tagged as such lol). I also tag every likeness of a humanoid as people just for content categorization, so this will catch even stick figures but could help if someone is very sensitive to this kind of content. I also tag a lot of basic categories like animals and food - this was intended for categorization but could absolutely serve as a tag for someone to block.

(Editing this to add: I will be changing "ai generated image" to "unreality" from here on out! past posts will not be changed for a little while, there's a lot to go thru)