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・︶꒦꒷ ˚ ₊ ✦ LOVE WAR ; dottore & pantalone x reader

two smitten harbingers fighting for your love and your heart, how do they try to win you over? ; love triangle between dottore and pantalone

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Attracting the attention of a Fatui Harbinger would be considered an accomplishment on its own. But two? That was much more than a miracle. But were you really lucky for attracting the attention of both the Ninth and Second Fatui Harbingers?

Pantalone believes that the best way of expressing love is through tangibility and quantity. As the Harbinger in charge of handling the Northland Bank's operations, he inevitably would have access to a vast amount of wealth. From exquisite jewels and necklaces to luxurious clothing specially tailored for you, Pantalone would provide you with all the splendour Teyvat has to provide. He believes that with each gift, he would be able to express his heartfelt feelings for you. You would often be greeted with a bouquet of flowers by your doorstep when you arrive back at your residence. Whenever you confront him about it, he would tell you that each bouquet is a profound declaration of his love, with each embedded a message an ardent reminder that he would always be there for you.

Dottore, on the other hand, believes that gifts are meaningless if the sender doesn't truly mean their actions. A gift could be so luxurious, but what use is it if the sender lacks sincerity? That's why he believes that the best way of expressing his love towards you is through his actions. Albeit small and subtle, it's the little things he does and the genuine effort he puts in that builds and strengthens your relationship and connection. Dottore isn't materialistic by any means, he prefers to make his love known through his deeds and actions. Are you struggling with your work? He would bring you your favourite drink to encourage you, and perhaps he would try his best to help you out, regardless of his lack of knowledge and skills in that field. Being the Fatui's lead scientist would mean that he has a good memory, and he would use it to remember everything about you. He picks up on the smallest things that you would mention during your conversations, and he would surprise you with simple acts that can easily bring a smile to your face. You would often be shocked, and mostly touched that he would remember such a miniscule detail about yourself. Dottore believes that actions speak louder than words, and therefore does his best to show you just how much you mean to him.

Unlike Dottore, Pantalone believes that words can be just as powerful and impactful as actions are. To him, words hold deep meanings to him. In the past, Pantalone had prayed endlessly to the gods, desperately seeking comfort and answers to his misery. He had never received the answers he had been longing for, and that was what caused him to believe that words are indeed equally important as actions. He had always craved reassurance, comfort and solace from the gods, looking for a sign that everything will be alright. But it never came. Pantalone uses this pain as a means of healing his own past, by offering you reassurance and words of comfort. Pantalone believes that words have the power to make or break people's spirits. Even a simple encouragement can lift spirits, even if it's just a little. Without a little push, some may not even move at all. That's why Pantalone loves to shower you with affectionate words. Hearing his smooth, soothing voice comforting you with sweet words will never fail to make your heart flutter. It's all part of Pantalone's charm. Whenever he notices a slight shift in your mood, he would ask you about it and try to make you feel better. Pantalone would never fail to make you feel special; he will always provide you with the comfort you need.

Dottore is not a sentimental person by any means. He's very closed about his true feelings and doesn't let people get close to him. But with you? It's different. There's just something about you so lovable that even the cold and apathetic Doctor can melt from your warm smiles. As Dottore struggles to explain his emotions through words, he prefers to spend his time with you to show you his feelings. He would always be there for you when you needed him. Despite his busy schedule, he would make time for you, enjoying your presence and basking in the comfort of your touch. Whenever confronted by you, Dottore would use the excuse of taking a break from work to spend time with you. But if he is really busy, you would receive attention from one of his Segments. His Segments are equally as enamoured by you, and they would be more than happy to spend time with you. Dottore says it's the least he could do if he can't be there for you when you need him.

At the end of the day, you would be showered by their affections and attention regardless. Both of them have their ways of showing you their appreciation and love. It's only a matter of who wins your heart at the end of the day. Would actions really speak louder than words? Or will the temptations of sweet words and opulent riches win you over? In the end, the choice would be yours to make.

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Jimmy (Mouthwashing) NSFW Alphabet

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He usually doesn’t think twice about aftercare. He’ll either fall asleep or leave you alone.

The most “aftercare” you would get out of him is him holding you while he falls asleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s a tits guy 100%. He likes curvy waists, too.

If he had to choose a body part he wasn’t constantly sexualizing, it would probably be your eyes.

He doesn’t put much thought into his own body, like at all.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He always cums first. He doesn’t care if you came yet, he just wants to get off. He isn’t gonna ask for permission to come inside, he’ll just beg for forgiveness later.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Seeing women in pain turns him on a little too much. Asking him to stop or telling him it hurts would be sort of pointless, it would just turn him on more.

If he really cares about you, he’ll respect your limits. To a fault.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s a man whore. Most of his sexual experiences are one night stands or meaningless hookups. He definitely knows what he’s doing, but he rarely goes out of his way to please anyone but himself. If he’s in the right mood, (which is rare) he’ll focus his attention on getting you off completely.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Doggy. He can pull your hair, grab your waist, etc. Most importantly, he doesn’t have to listen to you talk if he’s going at it from behind.

Any other position is fine, as long as he’s in control.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

He isn’t dead serious, but he doesn’t have much of a humor when it comes to sex. He will crack a few jokes at your expense, though. If he knows you, he’s more inclined to make humorous comments to lighten the mood.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Sorry, but there’s no way he’s keeping himself “well groomed”. He honestly doesn’t give a shit. He’s the sort of guy to put no effort into shaving and then call a woman with hair gross.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He isn’t intimate at all… if anything. The most romantic thing you’ll get out of him is a few kisses and some comments about how good you make him feel.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s doing it a few times a week, minimum. If he’s feeling especially stressed, it’s probably more.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s rough. He doesn’t care for slow or intimate sex, it annoys him if anything. He likes to slap, grab, bite, anything that will cause you physical pain. He enjoys the whole inflicting pain aspect and everything that comes with it.

He can be a huge tease, too. Make you think he’ll give you what you want, and then leave you unsatisfied until he cares enough to get you off.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t give a shit. He’d fuck you anywhere. Your place, his place, a parking lot… literally anywhere.

If he had to choose, it would just be somewhere he isn’t getting interrupted.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He likes a tease. If you don’t give him what he wants right away, it only gets him more worked up.

He’s also a huge sadist, that kind of speaks for itself.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like not being in control. If you were to suggest him being submissive for a change, he would laugh and tell you to fuck off.

In reality, he would probably end up liking it. He’d never admit that though.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s almost always on the receiving end. He’s rough with it, too. You wont get a break until he’s finished or ready for something else.

As far as giving goes, he’s sloppy. He doesn’t care much about getting you off, but if you’re adamant about it, he’ll push you over the edge and then tease you about it afterwards.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

There’s no going slow with him. As soon as he gets his hands on you, or vise versa, he’s going all the way. He doesn’t care about what’s most comfortable for you, he knows what he likes and that’s what’s important.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes them, and that’s mostly what he’s going for. He could care less about taking the time as long as he gets off. If he’s really into you, though, he’ll want to make things last.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

If anything, taking risks turns him on more. He’d fuck you anywhere, no matter who’s around.

He isn’t super experimental, but if you asked him to try something new, there’s a high probability he’d do it just to prove he’s good at it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Generally, he can last quite a while (if he’s in the mood). He’ll go multiple rounds just to tire you out, and considering how rough he is, it doesn’t take much.

Most of the time, he’ll just finish and toss you to the side after one round.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s never experimented with anything like this, and the thought never really crosses his mind. If you were to ask, he’d probably be more insulted than open minded.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He can be a huge tease, anything that can get you whining and begging for more. Usually he’ll take it a little too far, but in the end you’ll (probably) get what you want. It’s mostly about his ego.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t very vocal, but he’s not ashamed to make some noise. If he’s really into it, he’ll forget about trying to keep himself quiet and go all out, talking dirty and all.

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

He’s selfish. He doesn’t care if you’re having a good time, as long as he’s getting off. The only reason he’d actually try to satisfy you would be for his own ego’s sake.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He honestly doesn’t put a lot of effort into his appearance, but he is pretty physical, so he stays in fair shape.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s embarrassingly high. He’s never gonna turn down an opportunity to have sex with you. Chances are, he would probably get on your nerves with how often he’d come around for a hookup or whatever else.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately after. He doesn’t care for talking afterwards, or any sort of aftercare. He’d just plop down beside you and fall asleep, regardless of how you’re feeling.

[cepheustarot]

Your future love relationship: with whom and what will be

Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the described situations will occur or being ultimate truth. You build your own life and destiny and only you know yourself best.

Paid readings

Pick a pile. Choose one or more pictures. Trust your intuition.

Pile 1: This person will look strong, fit, most likely he often does sports and therefore he looks muscular. But in addition, he also has a strong inner core, he endures all stressful situations, solves all problems, he is not of those who give in to emotions, it is important for him to first deal with problems, things. He can also be called a determined man and all his achievements he achieves through hard work, through the efforts he has put in, he does a lot to realize himself, his desires. Self-fulfillment in life is just as important to him! This person is not only able to work well, but also to rest well, he really knows how to unload their head from complex thoughts and enjoy the moment without burdening himself with problems. It can also be called the soul of the company, as it emanates the aura of a friendly person, with whom it is easy to enter into a dialogue and can be discussed anything, it is easy for him to maintain a dialogue with anyone. In addition, he is energetic, active, he can have quick speech and active facial facial expressions, he can walk fast or do something quickly. He has leadership skills, he is able to lead people, he is able to work in a team, he is ready to take responsibility for his actions. 

Your relationship with this person will be very strong and stable, you will trust each other, maintain, together cope with difficulties, you will feel that you have become family to each other, you will have a strong connection between you, You will achieve much together. in addition to that you will have an understanding, your relationship will not be deprived of passion, playfulness, between you will be a lot of romance and flirting. 

Pile 2: I’d like to point out that maybe your partner will be younger than you! Or he can act like a child at times, be naive at certain points, but these details are not critical and should not prevent your relationship from developing. The person himself is quite lucky, successful, all his beginnings and new cases are accompanied by success. I would also call him unpredictable, his actions and thoughts are difficult to predict, as he has the traits of an adventurer and, figuratively speaking, today he will want to go to the other end of the world, and tomorrow will conquer the mountains. I mean, he’s pretty easy-going and he’s very easy to accept that kind of offer. By virtue of his character, he constantly gets into various stories, from which, of course, he gets out, because fate is on his side. Also this man is not deprived of romance, he quite openly shows his feelings and his love, a lot of flirts, give a lot of gifts, a lot of making nice gestures. The person himself is also emotional, he can quickly change mood. He is quite young and inexperienced, so he does not have enough experience of life, but nevertheless he is open to everything new in his life, in this respect he is quite bold. 

Your relationship with this person at the beginning will be filled with romance, you will be constantly together, as you are deeply in love with each other and without the presence of anyone near you will quickly miss each other. You can even idealize each other during this period! However, over time your sense of obsession will fade away and only love, warmth and affection between you will remain, you will be able to exist together, complementing each other, and separately, continuing to do your business. 

Pile 3: The person himself can be closed, it is difficult for him to open up to people, he is not inclined to show a lot of emotions and tell about his feelings, just it takes a lot of time to trust another. He has a realistic view of things, he tends to objectively assess the situation, relies on logic and facts, rather than on feelings and intuition, in the dispute it is important to prove his point of view rather than show empathy and look at the situation from the side. He can criticize people, but he is also self-critical, has high demands on himself and people, he is perfectionist, tends not to believe in himself and his powers, so he tries a lot to achieve results. Perhaps he’s still a troubled man, prone to thinking too much. He is also one of those who is willing to help people, extend a helping hand, support, he is happy to share his experience and advice, he is generous, honest with people, he appreciates people close to him. 

Your relationship will develop rapidly with this man, you may have common goals and plans and you will achieve them, you two will succeed! But I see here you may not see much of each other, you may meet from a distance and you may often miss each other. But at the same time you will be sincere in your feelings, you will love each other. 

Thank you for reading! I will be glad of any feedback 🖤

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Thank You

Oliver knows it can be hard to trust him. He would do anything to prove that he changed when he met you.

I spent way too long writing this stupid thing and now I think it’s crap. Bleh

It's because I posted this

Oliver Aiku x reader

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"What's going on with you? At this rate we'll be the laughingstock of Japan."

Aiku ignores Niou. For the first time in his life, he's distracted during a match. He's the captain of the team and their best defender, but he can hardly focus on anything other than you and your teary eyes and broken voice.

It's been two days.

It feels longer.

Aiku doesn't like being away from you for this long and that's what's fucking with him. He doesn't know when he got so attached.

He's Oliver Aiku, for goodness' sake. He doesn't do relationship issues, he usually is the issue itself, and he doesn't exactly do relationships either.

It's the first time he's ashamed of being a so called womanizer. Aiku's past antics have finally come back to bite him in the ass.

"You okay there?" Sendou asks.

Everyone is well aware of the fact that something is wrong. Aiku has been mostly quiet and keeping to himself for the past two days, having only practiced like crazy.

"'m fine." Oliver grunts.

"Get yourself together then." Niou says. "We need you out there."

The team needs him, but Aiku needs you. He feels so lost without you that it's nauseating.

Oliver thinks back to two days prior when several old flings suddenly showed up out of nowhere.

It's not like it was ever a secret that he used to get around, but it all changed when he met you. You're so much more than that, and now you think he's just a shameless cheater.

"Aiku," Niou speaks again. "get your shit together. We're going back out in ten minutes."

Oliver . . . doesn't care.

All he wants is to hold you right now. Aiku is sure you hate him, and why wouldn't you? Before you actually gave him a chance, you rejected him because of his past and reputation, then when you finally gave him a chance you ended up walking in on a bunch of girls all over him. How could anyone not think he was cheating?

If only you would talk to him. Oliver just wants to explain what happened.

He's looking down at his phone, screen black. While he wants to text you, he honestly has no idea what to type out anymore.

Aiku's mind drifts again and he thinks back to two days ago.

What do I say? I should . . . He sighs. Oliver really has no idea what to say. He's already called and texted numerous times but you haven’t answered or replied.

He sees your face in front of him again and he hears your voice echo in his mind, "I knew it. This is what I was scared would happen but you promised and now . . ." You didn't yell at him, but he honestly wishes you had. You just sounded defeated.

Aiku wants to bash his head into the nearest wall in an effort to erase the memory from his mind.

His phone vibrates, barely a minute before half time is over.

It's not from you. Of course it isn't. Oliver doesn't recognize the number, but the bottom of the text says that it's from one of your friends, reading, I was asked to text you that you're being pathetic. Come on, you're better than that.

Asked? Asked by whom? By you?

Aiku gulps. Does that mean you're watching the match from home? You've never actually been interested in sports, but if you're watching even when hurt and pissed at him then maybe . . .

Oliver puts his phone away.

He's still a bit distracted now that the second half has begun, but it's not as bad anymore. He now knows you watched the first half and Oliver hopes you're still watching.

You know a bit about the sport even though you're not a fan, and you've praised him for his skills plenty. It swells his ego like never before to have you tell him he did a great job on the field.

He's thinking about it now while facing the opposing team's striker. If everything between you two was okay right now, he would defend the goal and block the shot, make sure no one would score, his team would win, and he would get to go to you and get praised and smothered with kisses all over his face, he absolutely loves it.

God, he really wants to see you.

*

It was close, but they won.

The team celebrates but Oliver sits defeated, towel on his head with his hair covering his eyes.

He managed to get his shit together enough to block every shot from the opposing team but now that the match is over he's once again reminded of how you're not there to tell him he did well.

Aiku takes his gloves off and tosses them to the side.

The team notices, but no one says anything. They think he's mentally reprimanding himself for his performance in the first half.

Oliver only got himself together because he knew you were watching, not wanting to disappoint you. Now he wishes he could just hug you and annoy you with endless, "Did you see what I did? I was amazing, wasn't I?"

He grabs his phone, hoping he'll unlock it to find a message from you, but there's nothing.

Nothing, He thinks, locking it again.

Aiku gets up and showers. The team wants to go out for a celebratory dinner but he declines.

That finally makes everyone start to pester him. One is asking what his issue is, another asks if something happened, someone tells him he's acting weird, but Oliver ignores everything.

"I want to be alone." He says, picking his bag up.

What an idiot he is.

You're too good for him, he doesn't deserve you.

Aiku pushes the exit door open and looks up.

"Wha-. . ."

He's dreaming right?

The second your eyes meet you look down, brows furrowing. You look both hurt and anxious, hands balled into fists by your sides, shifting your weight on your feet, just uncomfortable.

Are you uncomfortable because you're finally in his presence again? The question crosses Aiku's mind and he swears he feels actual physical pain.

He drops his bag.

You're honestly caught off guard when he sprints up to you and engulfs you in a near suffocating hug.

Oliver clings to you desperately, pulling you into his chest with a relieved sigh. He nuzzles into your shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of holding you in his arms again, then turns his head to kiss your cheek and buries his face in the side of your neck. "I never wanted to hurt you." Aiku mumbles.

He sounds so defeated.

You don't do much, only putting a hand on the back of his head. "What happened the other day?" Your voice is small and quiet.

"I don't know." Oliver admits.

"You ever cheated on me?" You ask.

Deep down you know that the answer is no. Oliver dotes on you and never fails to show how much you mean to him. Sure, you had your doubts in the beginning, but he's never given you a reason to think he was fooling around with others.

Oliver gives a soft, "No." and hugs you tighter.

"Okay." You mumble, playing with his hair. "I believe you."

"Yeah?" Aiku sighs in relief. "Thank you."

"It's not easy, though."

"I know." Oliver is well aware of his reputation. He's never cared before, but he does now. He cares because it affects you. "I'm sorry."

"You were really pathetic in the first half." You suddenly say and he snorts, smiling. "Did my message help?"

"Why didn't you text me yourself?" He asks.

"I wanted to see you in person before talking over the phone."

Oliver pulls back enough to look down at you. You're looking away from him with a small pout on your face, a light blush on your cheeks. "Thank you." He kisses your temple.

[ya-bug-boy]

I don't know if you do any other characters but, can you do Bottom N and Top Reader Smut? And can you have it being N's first time doing it? And can you have it all soft and slow at first but then make it get very fast and loud at the end. Thanks

Bottom N x Male Top Reader NSFW 18+

Given the sheltered and manipulated life that N lived prior to leaving Ghetsis and everything that happened in the Unova region, when he was crowned he initially had an arranged marriage to another girl.

He tried his earnest to put up with it, not fully understanding his feelings at all on why he wasn't attracted to her. When he still believed in the promises and glory of Team Plasma, he didn't think to consider her as part of his future plans.

That is until you, his rival, challenged and opposed him and Team Plasma's nefarious efforts.

At first initially, he thinks nothing of you. Until he talks to your Pokemon, greatly surprised by how much your leading Pokemon member loved you. He's never heard a Pokemon speak so kindly of another human except when it was about him.

That really made you stick out to him. You saw him time and time again on your Elite 4 journey and he simply couldn't stop thinking about you even though you were considered his enemy.

When Ghetsis is taken away and he leaves, flying on the back of Zekrom, for obvious reasons, all of his future plans fell apart. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore but in all of his wandering thoughts, it always led back to you.

But he doesn't return to Unova for a while. He stays lingering in the Johto region. And somehow by sheer luck and coincidence, you two run into each other.

The two of you are naturally apprehensive of each other, not knowing how the other would act. N asks what the Champion of the Unova region is doing here and you tell him simply and plainly that you're keeping an eye on him. He does a light laugh at that, trying to make a joke to lighten the situation but he fumbles it. You laugh anyways.

The two of you end up traveling the Johto region together for a while. With your experience with traveling, you basically teach N how to socialize with other humans properly. You didn't know how much this simple gesture would mean to him.

Eventually the two of you start making friends, keeping their phone numbers of skilled trainers who want to challenge you again. With your status as Champions, the gym leaders are drawn to you as well.

The two of you are invited to a social gathering with them actually. It's quite the honor to be invited to a League party. You bring N as your plus one guest.

Despite how meek and shy N was when he initially started to travel with you, he starts to feel as though he's somewhat normal. He can talk to other humans without looking down on them as his first initial reaction. When it's revealed he can talk to Pokemon, the League members get incredibly curious as to what their team says about him, making him a popular guest at the party.

As things settle down, N goes to look for you. His social battery simply isn't as good as yours and this would be the first party he's ever been invited to. He naturally seeks the comforting, secluded corner of a party and that feelings comes directly from you being next to him. But when he sees you socializing with Morty with his other guest, engaging in a conversation over the Johto legendaries... his heart sinks a bit. You look like you're having so much fun. He doesn't want to interrupt. Maybe he should just leave.

Then he feels it, a feeling he would consider ugly. He's envious that other men are talking to you. He wants you to himself. But what did this mean? Can other men be attracted to each other?. . . do you feel the same way about him?

He looks like a sad Lillipup and turns around, deciding to partake in some of the provided beverages.

When you find him again, he's a little drunk. He's never had alcohol before. You get worried because he shouldn't be drinking alone, even if it's a party but he whines as you pick him up. He's so skinny that you can carry him with ease. You bid farewell to the other gym leaders, wanting to make sure that N would be okay. So you take him back to the provided hotel room that the League provided you two with.

When he gets to the room, he sobers up, thanks to your guidance and help. You tease and warn him that he shouldn't be drinking without knowing what his tolerance level is. He looks sadly at his glass of water and you ask him what's wrong.

His voice is quiet, just above a whisper and he asks if you like him. Because he can't stop thinking about you. Every thought N has ever had about you comes spilling out, about how ever since he met you, he's just wanted to know more about you. The way you treat him so kindly is so much, so intense, but he just finds himself wanting more. When he eventually stops, he tries to leave but you silence his protests with a kiss.

His first ever kiss was yours. When you give him space to breath, he traces his lips with his fingers, feeling the lingering warmth yours gave his. He asks if you can do it again.

What started off as gentle, soft kisses only became more intense the longer you kissed him. N has never felt so hungry for another person before, he finds his hands reaching up, pressing his body against yours.

His breath hitches when he feels your hands snake around his waist, pulling you closer to him, your kisses becoming harder and more passionate.

You take the lead. You take off your clothes first. N stops to stare at your naked upper form, his hands hesitant to touch you as if you were shattered glass. You coax him into taking his clothes off. He shows a hesitant shyness before obeying, removing all of his clothes at once.

He feels so dirty in front of you. He's never been naked like this before. His cock is already leaking with pre, just thinking about you. N hides his face with his hands as he shyly mumbles he's never done this before. You stop to ask him if this is what he wants and he nods. You instruct him over the principles of a safeword, something he can say that would make you stop. He understands but can't imagine he'd need to use it, he feels safe in your presence.

You lay him down, giving him another kiss, tracking from his lips, to cheek, jawline, and then his neck. His breath hitches again and he initially squirms away from your touch, only to lean the other way to expose more of his neck.

He lets out a cry, his body shuddering as he feels your hand grope his cock. N covers his mouth with his hand as he tries to keep quiet, embarrassed over the noises he was making as you lovingly stroked his member. Whining as you give him a hickey.

You stop to give him another kiss on the lips, as you trail down, going from his lips, chest, stomach, peppering kisses all the way down until you meet his cock. He lets out a large gasp when he feels you lips press against the tip of his cock and lets out a whorish moan when he feels your tongue trace circles.

N has never felt so undignified before but it feels just so good. You're doing everything right. He wants you to keep going, to keep touching him. When your jaw relaxes and you take his length into your mouth, he can't stop himself from bucking his hips as he squirmed, surprising you. He immediately apologizes, but he can literally feel your smile as you start sucking his cock. He lets out shaky breaths as he lays back down, his hands clutching the bed sheets underneath him.

It's obvious he's never done this before, but even masturbation was sacrilegious to him. If he only knew sooner that he could feel this good, he would have confessed his feelings to you sooner.

He's getting close, you can tell with how his knees bend and his whines change, begging you to keep going. You wrap your arms around his legs, pressing your face closer to his crotch before you deep throat him. His body is squirming under your touch, he's falling apart and it's everything he wants and more.

It doesn't take him long to cum after that, his semen shooting into your mouth. His eyes open wide and he apologizing as he cums, before his body weight sinks back down into the bed.

You look at him, very pleased with his lust drunk expression. His pale complexion turned red as he stares at you with big begging eyes.

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTM: Vinny/Tony, Fourniers; one-trick pony

For the prompt: Dying for a Vinny/Anton update!

Thomas never had time for hobbies, not really. As a child, maybe, but the first time he volunteered to play goalie in house league he knew that was what he wanted to do.

He doesn't mean in a ‘with his life’ sort of way, though it was that too. More like every time he wasn’t actually on the ice, in the net, he thinking about it, practicing skills for it, working on his reflexes, his flexibility. Doing a hundred jumping jacks a day after a teammate’s older sibling told him it’d make him taller. He kept it up even after his coach told him that wasn’t how height worked, just in case he was wrong. Anything to get better.

It’s not that Thomas slacked on the rest of his life or anything — when he was at school he was at school, and when he was with friends, he was with friends, though he did make Meg shoot on him more than he probably should have, and when he was camping with his dad, he was in the wilderness.

But he never had enough ice time to satisfy him, never had enough teammates putting shots on him, never had enough time one-on-one with the Sudbury Wolves goalie coach that gave him some sessions as a favour because he was his teammate Zack’s uncle. Because Zack told him that Thomas had ‘it’.

And if Thomas didn’t have ‘it’ before those sessions, he did after, that edge that nobody else his age had. Advice on his blocker hand, sure, but more important things: on eating a clean diet. On prioritizing mobility above everything else. On what he could play through, and what he couldn’t, and if he didn’t know, to take that time just to be safe. That his mental toughness was as important as his physical toughness, and then some.

He had teammates who would sneak time during the long drives to games in the surrounding towns, entertained by Game Boys, books, Pokémon cards, but Thomas had a bad case of motion sickness he didn’t manage to shake until he was in Juniors, and spent so much time on a bus it started to feel stranger not being in motion. Besides, he was already thinking about the game ahead.

But lack of practice or not, Thomas probably should not be doing worse than two fifth graders at Pictionary. Right after he was worse than them at Just Dance — ‘Uncle Vinny, you’re supposed to be an athlete’ was said, and his feelings are still a little hurt. Also worse at baking cookies, apparently, though all three efforts tasted pretty good to him.

“Can’t you do anything other than hockey?” Vanessa said, so offhand he knew it wasn’t meant to sting, but, of course, it stung anyway.

Thomas doesn’t know how to explain being so focused on one thing impoverishes everything else, and he definitely doesn’t know how to do it in an age appropriate way. It’s good, he thinks, that they don’t understand — at their age he’d already started cutting away parts of himself that didn’t, couldn’t fit. He couldn’t join any of the after school clubs, or play any other sport above house league level. No sleepovers, except with teammates, because he had practice first thing on weekend mornings. At a certain point it was just hockey. It had to be.

Vanessa and Olivia can be anything they want to be. Maybe not literally — there was a point he remembers Olivia wanted to be a mermaid, and he doesn’t know how achievable that goal is, though he does know if he ever brings it up Olivia will furiously deny that ever happened and then refuse to speak to him for the rest of the day.

But they have Fourns and Chloe as parents, two of the most supportive people Thomas has ever met, and Fourns had a long, successful NHL career, so money isn’t a barrier either. They can try everything, do what they’re good at, what they enjoy, what they love. Which is dancing to Rihanna, baking cookies, and hurting a poor goalie’s feelings.

That night, Thomas brings his batch of cookies home with him, because the girls didn’t want them, and eats three standing right at the kitchen island. They’re perfectly good cookies. He doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

Anton comes downstairs when Thomas is on cookie three, hair damp from the shower.

“Good day?” he asks, then says, “Cookies,” before Thomas can actually answer him, shoving one into his mouth.

“Good cookie,” Anton says, through a mouthful of crumbs, squeezing Thomas’ shoulder on his way to the fridge. He doesn’t even notice Thomas beaming at him, too busy investigating, probably because last time Thomas went to the Fourniers he brought back half a cake and two pizzas. The Fourniers don’t do leftovers.

Thomas doesn’t know if Anton would have even played hockey if he wasn’t Vladimir Petrov’s son. It’s not exactly something that could ever be tested. Anton’s been surrounded by hockey his whole life: he literally sat in the Stanley Cup before he ever got a pair of skates. Hockey wasn’t just an option, it was the option.

Anton loves it, Thomas knows that — he wouldn’t have gotten this far if he didn’t genuinely love hockey. Wouldn’t put up with hearing ‘as the son of the legendary Vladimir Petrov…’ if he didn’t love it, or the teammates he calls immature idiots, like he didn’t get into an elbow-off with Thomas over who got the last pancake just last week.

He definitely wouldn’t put up with the media if he could avoid it, and he likes meeting fans more than he pretends he does, especially when they’re kids, but he likes his privacy more, and nobody gets much of that in Montreal, not if they’re playing for the Habs.

Even Thomas finds it a little overwhelming at times, and he not only gets recognised less than Anton does, he loves meeting fans. It makes it feel real to him, when sometimes the practice-game-flight-repeat lulls him into taking it all for granted. There’s only so much time left before it’s all over, and Thomas doesn’t want to waste it.

He’ll probably need hobbies in retirement. Scratch probably: Thomas gets bored when they go three days between games.

And retirement isn’t that far away, he knows — every contract he’s depending on the Habs still wanting him. The minute they don’t, his choice is going to be retiring or going somewhere else, leaving behind his city, his team. Tony, who’d probably take it pretty personally. And that’s if Thomas could even bring himself to do it. He doesn’t think he could. But without hockey, he doesn’t know where that leaves him. Here, he guesses. Making subpar cookies.

“How were the monsters?” Anton says.

“They said my cookies sucked,” Thomas says.

“What?” Anton says, immediately outraged on Thomas’ behalf. “They’re good cookies!”

“I thought so!” Thomas says.

Anton grabs a second cookie, taking a big bite out of it.

“Good cookie!” he says through another mouthful of crumbs. Thomas doesn’t plaster himself against him right then just because he’s afraid the cookie might choke him. He waits for him to swallow.

[discountsoysauce]

I don't understand the idea that Victor has no backstory. Like- yeah, his backstory isn't as horrifically tragic and detailed as Eli's is, but we do know a good bit about him from what he's said so far.

His parents are pretty successful, so we can assume he grew up rich. Victor states that they write all of these books about family but have never taken time out of their day for him, even saying something along the lines of the last time they put aside time for him was his birth (not exact quotes, I don't have the energy to look back through the books rn), so we can assume that they were incredibly neglectful, most likely leaving him at home for days, weeks, maybe months at a time and probably not paying much attention to him even in times when they were home. Whether they paid someone to take care of him in that time or he had to learn to be self-sufficient is debatable.

I personally don't think they were physically abusive, and there doesn't seem to be any evidence at present that supports that idea. Verbal abuse is more likely, but I still don't think it was the case. It doesn't seem like they were around him long enough to do either. I don't think those things really need to be a part of his backstory to make it interesting or compelling. His parents were neglectful, and it shaped pretty much everything about who he is.

The biggest and most obvious one is Victor's obsession with attention. There are multiple references throughout the books of Victor craving attention from those around him, namely Angie and Eli. More than anything, Victor wants to be seen. He wants to be a part of something. He wants to be remembered and acknowledged and thought about. He craves the attention his parents never gave him. He doesn't want to be left behind or forgotten.

Being left behind is another big fear for him (I'm mostly speaking about Lockland here, as he becomes a bit less dependent after he becomes an EO, though there can still be an argument made about him latching onto Mitch and Sydney and Dol and Dominic in a kind of makeshift family he never had). He hates seeing Eli succeed because it feels like he's being left behind. He wants to be so intertwined with another person that they can't possibly forget him. He wants to form a connection so deep that it's impossible to sever. To Victor, there's a connection between 'success' and being left behind. He doesn't want to just be an expendable sidekick or an accessory. He wants to be an integral part of someone. Victor's life revolving around Eli is a symptom of his upbringing.

His social skills and general demeanor are also something that can be analyzed. From the beginning, he's set up as the antithesis to Eli, from social class to backstory to appearance to demeanor. They're the same at their core, but opposites in nearly everything else. Compared to Eli, Victor is a total recluse. He hates being around people, he avoids parties, and we barely see him interact with or pay attention to anyone except the people he genuinely cares about unless he absolutely needs to. His demeanor is off-putting, and he doesn't really make an effort to hide that, although he does just enough to make sure he isn't a complete social outcast. Victor grew up in one home with no siblings and parents who were hardly around. Compared to Eli, who was carted from home to home, meeting new people and learning how to blend in all the time, Victor likely doesn't have much in the way of social experience. He didn't have to hide who he was nearly as much as Eli did because there was no one there to see it anyway.

This being said, he is described as being a good liar and able to fool those around him, although notably worse at it than Eli. This one is more of a longshot, but I don't think it's improbable. Victor's parents were successful published authors who garnered their success based on the books they wrote about family. It's possible that Victor had to make press appearances at some point when he was younger, and learned how to lie for the cameras, or he just spent so long out of the company of others that he started seeing other people as more objects to use and less real living people, making it easier to learn the motions of manipulating them. Either way, Victor learns how to do or say the right thing to get someone to believe him, but he states that Eli is much better at actually faking emotions than he is. This is because while Eli spent his life following his father's death surrounded by people and thus learned how to change his entire self to appear more presentable to the general public, Victor only learned how to manipulate people through speech or actions. He can tell you exactly what you want to hear, but he can't put on a fake persona the way Eli can because he never needed to.

In conclusion, Victor does have a backstory, and it informs every aspect of his character, including his relationship to Eli.

[unseemingowl]

About this plagiarism and misinformation business

Amongst all of the schadenfreude over James Somerton being put out to dry for being the plagiarist bullshit-spewer that he is, I just want to underline – no, double underline! – the point that he’s not the only one.

As Hbomberguys’ video rightly points out, this is a widespread issue on youtube (or on any of the decentralized media platforms really – podcasts are another excellent example). Even though James Somerton is a particularly egregious case for stepping all over people from his own community and the way he panders to some of the worst impulses amongst the leftist echo chambers.

Now I love a video essay as much as the next person, Todd in the Shadows, who does the fact checking video of James Somerton, is a creator whose music criticism I’ve greatly enjoyed for years for example, but man…

I cannot help but feel that the way that the established visual language and structure of the youtube video essay has made it a lot easier to hide in plain sight. Actual good producers have done the heavy lifting that these fakers are cloaking themselves in to pass off their work as legit.

Like, I wish that the rampant misinformation or plagarism in James Somerton’s videos was what made me tune out after watching a video or two of his. It wasn’t. His videos had the superficial signifiers of a competent video essay production on topics that I did not know much about. What it didn’t have though was a host with any kind of charisma, and there was something decidedly off about the tone – as far as I recall I checked out of the Jeffrey Dahmer video because the tone was just so… I wanna say vile. If I want to be generous to myself, maybe it was the bullshit I was picking up on, but maybe not.

That’s of course not the fault of the good video essayists who have elevated the genre, but it does put a much higher demand on viewers to engage their critical thinking skills. Which goes for podcasts too by the way. It sucks, I know, sometimes I’d love to just kick back and relax and let myself be a vessel for fresh information too.

Now, I’m not an academic, so there are people much better at speaking to the intricacies of academic citation than I am, but I have spent the better part of ten years in journalism and media. I generally don’t speak much about this on tumblr, because frankly, that’s not why I come onto this site, but unsurprisingly, that means I fucking care about the topics of proper sourcing and misinformation. And a lot of these plagiarists and bullshit-spewers are trying to pass themselves off as doing proper journalism and being documentarians. They are - it should go without saying - not.

There are definitely people on youtube who have researchers working with them, and editors who do more than just figure out which kind of transition to use. But a lot of them don’t. Because it’s expensive. And why should these people do that? They’re not ashamed of what they’re doing! A lot of these actors even want to spread misinformation. And we're vulnerable now that we're heading into a big - BIG - election year. There's a reason why the EU are trying to force the big tech platforms to scale up on misinformation efforts rather than scale down.

That’s why big media organisations are good actually, as much as I know it’s popular to hate on them here on tumblr. Because big media organisations can afford to employ fact checkers, editors and researchers.

And no, big media is not infallible by a long shot, but here in my country at least, we have a press ethics committee, strict guidelines we need to follow, hard limitations on how much we can source from the work of other journalists. We are forced to acknowledge when we fuck up, we can’t just smokescreen everything on social media and claim that people were harassing us when we’re being called out for getting the facts wrong.

I have had to make corrections in my articles before, and it sucks, it’s embarrassing – and I’m very willing to be proven wrong here too. But these people are peddling half thought out or worse, willfully or ignorantly misinformed bullshit. And again, I wanna stress, they are not ashamed of doing that. They don’t care about integrity of information or journalistic ethics.

I don’t know, maybe I am just becoming a grumpy old person, but I do sometimes wanna despair about the trends that the new media platforms have created.

Like, these media platforms obviously have their merits. The main reason I watch video essays is largely to listen to inputs from lgbt+ creators and/or creators of color, because yes, both are heavily underrepresented in traditional media, but there is just so.much.noise now that those voices are drowned out more and more anyway. By grifters like James Somerton, or those like him - or worse than him! People who know how to game the algorithm. Enshittification is making it harder to find those voices. So I cannot help but feel that the focus should not be to put more power into these decentralized media platforms, but make sure that lgbt+ people, people of color and women have better access to seeing themselves represented in media and/or make sure they have access to proper media jobs – and the same thing goes for academia or publishing for that matter.

Anyways, I am actually angrier now than when I started writing this, but if you made it this far into this rant, this is your reminder to go read the BBC or The New York Times or something too, and not just get your information off of video essays. 

I'd argue that the most valuable currency we have in the current climate is healthy critical thinking skills.

[the-actual-gojo-satoru]

I got a tarot reading done (past, present, future for anyone who cares) and essentially it boiled down to them saying that everything has come easily to me and I’ve never really struggled and that I have unlimited possibilities but I should make sure to watch my ego and not wait to long to make a decision. (Which like fair ig)

BUT….

It got me thinking about the fact that there is no winning when you’re just…. Good at things? I sound cocky when I just explain what I’ve done or just do what I’m able to do with little effort. If I downplay my skills I’m humble bragging or seeking attention and asking for compliments.

And when I do find the very few areas I struggle in I’m completely inept at handling failure and moving on because these are life skills that I never learned.

I know a lot of people talk about the gifted kid burning out and I sympathize and agree with so much of that rhetoric BUT what do you do when it’s not that you CAN’T do what you used to it’s that the appeal to doing well has worn off? Like completely losing motivation to put forth anything beyond minimal effort because there’s no “reward” so to speak.

I can’t help but imagine that’s why Gojo is the way he is. I know people have said it before and will say it again. It’s not that Gojo doesn’t care it’s that doing work, exorcising curses ect ect literally does nothing for him. It’s just an expectation that he’s able to do it, there’s no internal or external reward for doing such things. And there’s no one he can turn to for help when he is struggling because who can understand him? Who cares that he struggles when he’s perceived as having everything so easily. (Yall know the spiel).

Which got me thinking Gojo probably enjoys hanging out with non-sorcerers, or just being around them in general. There’s a whole group of people that don’t give a shit about who he is, doesn’t know what he can do -there’s absolutely no expectation in his interactions with them.

I felt this kind of freedom myself when I studied abroad in a Spanish speaking country. Even though I could understand and respond well it wasn’t anything close to how I am in English, and suddenly around complete strangers I was on the same level of everyone else. It was such a liberating feeling I can’t even describe it.

So I truly believe Gojo doesn’t just go out to get sweets and candy and dessert just because of an insatiable sweet tooth, but because it’s the only way he can interact with the world on the same ‘level’ as everyone else.

If he’s having a bad day, he’s accepted as having a bad day. No one would question if a stranger has the right to be in a bad mood. But back in the world of sorcerery there will always be that level of ‘what does he have to be upset about?’ because whether they want to or not they cannot separate Gojo the person and Gojo the strongest.

[myaoza]

I saw this post about how Jax really treats everyone as NPCs, including the circus gang, as opposed to Pomni who humanizes everyone including the NPCs and how their narrative foils in a way. The “treating everyone as NPCs” thing really stuck with me, cause he definitely does. However, Jax, at least to me, is the most stereotypical DND Murder Hobo I have ever seen. Newer players to ttrpgs, when given the freedom to do fuck all (especially in fantasy settings) have a tendency to, well, murder. Even more so if they’re used to playing fps and combat games in general. They typically don’t care too much about plot progression and “playing along” and sometmes actively try to thwart the other players for gits and shiggles.

Think Susie from Deltarune. When she first enters the dark world all she did was try and pick fights. She refused to follow Kris’s lead, and did whatever the hell she wanted for funsies. Ofc, Susie does end up bonding with the main cast members, including Ralsie and Lancer later on and becomes more engrossed in the Dark World but this post ain't about her.

This is also a trend with newer players. As they move through the game, their roleplaying skills improve and they end up getting attached (Speaking from experience lol). Jax, on the other hand, never really attempted to move past his Murder Hobo ways. In fact, he’s leaning towards them. I think in an effort to not get attached, he’s depersonalized everything and everyone.

It’s honestly surprising now that I think about it how similar everything is to DND, with the cast being the players and Caine being the DM. They’re all just stuck playing one shot after one shot.

Back to the point, I think we can all relate to to fucking with NPCs, trying to push game boundaries, and messing with other players. That’s not to say Jax isn’t an asshole bastard man, he definitely is and I want to put him in a blender. It’s just everything he does feels so detached and apathetic, from the quips to the insults to his nonchalance at everything that’s not fucking with others. I’m pretty sure the only reason Jax is sane despite not forming any strong bonds with the cast when he’s the third longest member is treating everything like a game he’s playing instead of the life he’s living, and honestly? Kinda Valid

[mourningnews]

sunny here ! here is francie aka my heart < 3

 the basics.

NAME: francie finch

SKELETON: the lost soul

AGE: twenty five

GENDER: nonbinary

PRONOUNS: she/they

ZODIAC SIGN: aries

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, biromantic

DND ALIGNMENT: neutral good

TV TROPES: living emotional crutch, the confidant, heroic mime, the stoic

                                        headcanons.

first and most important thing to know about francie is that she's an artist. super into stopmotion animation, makes her own puppets out of wire and clay and felt.

also, every location listed on the main? they've made a tiny replica of already. they spend hours sculpting and painting and making everything just right

francie is based off of link from zelda, frisk from undertale, and so many other silent video game protagonists. they can go weeks without speaking, or if they're really comfortable, they'll yap without stopping for minutes at a time. texting is the safest bet if you really want a conversation with them. there was a point in time where they didn't speak at all, but this changed a few months after moving to manoa bay and finding their people.

jumping off of the last point, as you would expect, they're a fantastic listener. not the best at emoting, usually expressionless unless laughing, but their listening and observation skills are incomparable. will give you the best advice you've ever gotten in your life while just playing their nintendo ds like you aren't shaken next to them.

honestly? just a baby. a lot of their time spent silently watching and understanding people is a little bit toward the effort of understanding themself and the things they want out of life and connection, but when it comes time to put these things into practice, they're lost and shy away from it. they know everything about you, but not much about themself. that's why art is such a big passion, it gives them something to care about that's just separate from the self enough to not be scary but just personal enough to give the impression that they have their shit together.

one of the most passive, and least anxious people you have met in your life. she doesn't really waste time worrying about things. a lot of this energy goes into art, perfectionism, and a bit of competitiveness. they love to gameify simple things. really, turning anything into arts or games is the best way for them to engage. it takes away a lot of the pressure life has and the need to be so damn serious all the time.

fits into any and every friend group, and has spent most of her time as a floater in that way. she is happy in any circle, and provides a good listening ear to anyone who needs it. francie doesn't really consider popularity, doesn't realize she is sort of popular in terms of how many friends she's accumulated.

francie has been in a few relationships, but most of her romantic life is spent silently crushing and pining, too embarrassed to really make a move or say anything. how does one even express romantic interest???? all the people they've dated in the past have made the first move, and even that is shocking to them.

it's really funny, knowing someone who doesn't talk for weeks at a time in person, but their instagram story has 20+ additions to it a day. a lot of it is really just sharing art, memes, and movie stills, but there are a few videos of francie cooking and with her cat (who is named muppet btw)

documents EVERYTHING. they always have a camera or sketchbook on them, and if you've met them before, you're probably in a really nice scrapbook somewhere on their shelves.

                                        biography.

tw for fires

it wasn't that bianca and thomas disliked francine ("god, what kind of monster doesn't like their kid?"), they just never really got her. in a lot of ways, it was a blessing having a kid like her; sweet, well behaved, always kept herself busy, especially for a couple of teen parents. but, they'd always expected to have a connection to their kid in a way. share stories, talk until they had to remind her it was her bedtime, go on long car rides and never tire of one another.. francie did none of those things. she was pleasant, gracious and kind, and always made it clear she was listening to her parents, but they always felt sort of detached. it isn't the kid's fault. they though maybe they'd socialized her wrong somehow. despite all their best efforts, telling their child she could always tell them anything and she was their best friend, she always nodded, gave a stiff smile, and sat back in front of the television set. francie didn't realize she wasn't making a connection with her parents. in her opinion, they really were best friends. her mother always colored with her, and made scrambled eggs exactly the way she liked them (dad broke them up too much), and her father did her hair every morning before school. they were a good family, so why had they started to give her those sad looks? whenever her grandparents came around, they sat in a comfortable silence. or, on special occasions, they'd have her giggling and talking excitedly all day about the adventure they had planned (usually, it was catching frogs in the nearby lake). they always noticed their mother grow irritated when grandma would offer a piggyback ride, and francie made sure to remind her that grandma was still very young and had a surprisingly good back! somehow, this never made bianca feel better. the fire was an accident. francie's parents made sure to assure her of that, and that she wasn't in any trouble. but, she was old enough at this point to know better, and truthfully francie felt like this couldn't be considered an accident. they had been twelve years old, recording on their mother's digital camera, when the flames made up of cut paper, scribbled on with orange and red markers, became just not enough. they thought they'd taken the necessary precautions; the alcohol was poured into the metal sink, after all. they didn't realize how high flames could go, or how quickly they could spread. their parents were so kind, so forgiving, even as they packed what little they had left and went the next town over to their grandparents' place. they encourages francie to open up to them, reassured her that this was a safe space. that was when francie stopped talking altogether. the next few years were spent in a numb sort of silence; one that even their parents adhered to. francie knew she was casting a dark shadow on them when her mother cancelled her thirtieth birthday bash to sit next to her on the couch and watch her doodle. when they were sixteen, it was an obvious choice to pack up and tag along when her grandparents left their house to her parents, finally ready to retire to what had previously been their vacation home in manoa bay. the night before they were to leave, francie slept inbetween her parents on their bed, and cried into her father's shoulder. there was an apology in there somewhere; their first words in years. no one at manoa bay knows when or why francie stopped talking, but most remember when they started again. no one at manoa bay knows how their friendship brought color back to their art, or made them sing along to the radio again. no one at manoa bay knows just how great they really are. francie hopes to make them see that.

[spaceratprodigy]

OC Superlatives Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @the-lastcall 💖💫

The Favorite

I don't think this comes as a surprise to anyone. Faith is so very dear to me she is quite literally a part of myself. She brings me so much comfort and has been an outlet for me for the past like? 3 years?? Gosh look at how far she's come. She helps remind me that everything is going to be okay.

The Oldest

While technically I have some ocs that are even older than her, Cookie is my first self insert lmao. Nowadays I don't think any but a couple of y'all would even know who she is and that makes me a lil sad! She's very special to me and was very beloved by people who meant a lot to me. Very few know me and her story well enough to see how on the nose it is an escape from my own life. Not shown here but she has burn scars on her right wrist/forearm. An exaggeration of my own burn scar in the same place. Cookie has always been there as a way to not feel alone, to see myself in someone who has been through similar experiences and made it out through the other side. To remember why it's so important to keep fighting.

The Newest

Okay maybe not the newest.. but Iris is the newest oc I've actually been putting a lot of time and love and effort into! I love her a lot! I know I still don't talk abt her as in depth as I would like to but I swear she's got more going on than I share. I just can't help wanting to draw her so self-indulgently full of love all the time, it makes me happy to have silly fun! I really really have been meaning to doodle her more vulnerable and serious moments because she's got a lot of grief in her heart she isn't letting out.

The Meanest

I suppose she was going to have to make her debut sooner or later.. okay but I genuinely don't have much to say abt Poppy. She's been a priv exclusive oc for a lil while and she's not developed.. like.. at all.. I ramble about her a LOT but I'm also literally every day scrapping everything bc my ideas are constantly changing so she's fr not ready yet lmao. Even I don't fully know what her deal is yet! But I can confirm she is the most ruthless (should I admit she's my lowkey nuka-world raider oc I made specifically to fuck Porter Gage nasty as hell likeeeee)

The Softest

Maril is my BABY!! She does not have a mean bone in her body and the closest she'll ever get is when she's defending her friends! She's so generous, she wants to help others any chance she gets and sees the best in everyone.

The Most Standoffish/Aloof

Faith is quite reserved, honestly. Becoming Captain wasn't exactly the life she chose for herself but it was the role she had to take on. For Phin, for her crew, for Halcyon, it was something she would grow to take seriously in time. She doesn't like to let on just how stressed and overwhelmed she is until she crashes and burns and has to be forced to rest before her stomach ulcer incapacitates her (speaking from experience, it's excruciating). When allowed to, she's pretty quiet and keeps to herself. She was never exactly the most social person and struggled to maintain any sort of relationship with anybody. She'll eventually warm up to her crew and come out of her shell. Sometimes you just need to meet the right band of misfits who get you.

The Smartest

I swear this isn't just me tooting my own horn. I genuinely built her character favoring her intellect and charm. Her highest levels were in engineering, science, and medical. She's got a head on her shoulders, and she's often pretty lost in it. Faith loves to build and tinker with things and loves reading and learning as much as she can. One her own comforts, really. Maril and Iris aren't necessarily too far off on this one, Faith just has a little more under her belt. (Maril is also dedicated almost exclusively to being a gummi ship mechanic and Iris is best at carpentry!)

The Dumbest

Poppy is by no means a moron and shouldn't be underestimated. But her skills and knowledge are very strong in fighting and survival. She does however qualify as my dumbest oc here because.. she was my melee heavy idiot savant build! Girl never at any point got a single level put into her INT lmao.

The One I'd be Friends With

Hands down Maril would be the bestest friend I could ask for. She would be so sweet and considerate and let's be real.. I'd want to also work on the gummi ships with her. I love my gals but I just know Maril would be a ray of sunshine and a great friend. She'd also love to listen to me talk abt all my own projects and we could build so many cool things together..

[golden--doodler]

Bob's Burgers AU

This is basically a repost from an Ask I did on @drawthething's Tumblr (which you should definitely check out, like, yesterday, because it's amazing and everything I need in life). I'll also be adding a couple ideas or so I didn't put the original Ask which I thought of later:

Basically, the idea for this AU is that, for whatever reason, Linda was able to hear up until around the age of seventeen or so before going deaf, and now relies (mostly) on hearing aids, sign language, and lip-reading. I don't know why I thought of Linda specifically, maybe it's because she's such a free spirit and loves singing so much, my brain thought it would be an interesting change. Here are some headcanons I have:

--Bob is even more of a partner of the year because once he learned Linda was deaf, he made a HUGE effort to learn sign language just for her. He's not perfect, but dang it, he tries so freaking hard for her. Whenever she got even a little down on herself about this part of herself, he reminded her how much he loved her and this part of herself. This was an added reason why she wanted to help with the restaurant so badly because he already made such an effort to communicate with her on her level, and was so kind to her about all of this, so she wanted to assist him with his dream. Once, he tried signing her name, and ended up making a mistake with it (it wasn't a huge mistake, he just ended up making her name shorter, which is how he got the nickname "Lin" for her-- she ended up loving the mistake so much she wanted him to keep using that sign for her name, which he still does to this day).

--Mr. Fischoeder just casually knows sign language, and was very casual about Linda being deaf (he was just like "oh, cool, that makes sense, you're not getting discounted on the rent though") and is actually quite enthusiastic about using sign language in front of Linda, because he's just like that, it's honestly a little sweet (though he's strangely averse to explaining the reasons why. Maybe he learned for illegal reasons somehow...).

--Linda still enjoys singing every once in a while but doesn't do it as often as she does in the show. Whenever she does, she usually does it alone, but whenever someone hears her (especially Bob) she gets complimented. She still has a relatively nice voice.

--Speaking of her voice, she's practiced endlessly to have her voice be as clear as a deaf person's can be (because she knows how much easier it is to understand people when their voice is clear, she wants to make sure hers is clear for others), so she still sounds pretty similar to how she does in the show, with her even retaining her New Jersey accent. Everyone, or at least most people, has definitely noticed how clear and usually easy to understand the tone of her voice is. This was definitely helped by the fact she used to be able to hear in her youth.

--During the events of the movie, Grover thought Linda's hearing aids were some sort of device she could use to call for help, so like her and Bob's old cell phones, he grabbed ahold of them and put them in the ocean. He was shocked when he found out they were her hearing aids at first but ultimately didn't care because he figured they were going to perish in the submarine anyway, so it didn't matter. Because of this, at the end of the movie, Mr. Fischoeder not only helps pay for the bank but also helps get Linda some new hearing aids, which actually work slightly better than her old ones, which she's ecstatic about.

--Teddy knows some sign language! He's definitely not fluent, but he does know an impressive amount for some reason I haven't come up with yet and loves to show off his skills for Linda. Occasionally, Linda will actually catch Teddy and Bob having a conversation or two in sign language, even when they think she's not around. She finds it hilarious, and also surprisingly sweet.

--Kristen Schaal has stated she thinks a "secret talent" Louise has is picking up new languages really fast, so Louise probably knows the most sign language out of her family, besides Bob. Gene barely knows any, and hardly ever uses it, and Tina definitely tries the hardest with it and studies it the most, but it's come the most naturally to Louise. Whenever she uses it in front of Linda, though, Linda gets all excited and sometimes teary-eyed, which embarrasses her. Secretly, though, she likes how much Linda appreciates her knowledge of sign language.

--Felix Fischoeder doesn't know sign language but pretended he did when he learned that Linda's deaf, to everyone's annoyance.

--Jimmy Pesto once made some sort of comment about Linda being deaf, whether he was intentionally trying to be rude or not, and that was probably the moment when Bob knew he hated Jimmy Pesto.

--During the episode in which Bob and Linda have their "snoring contest" (I think it's Season 8, Episode 12), Bob wonders if Linda is even able to hear their snoring, especially because she has to take her hearing aids out to sleep. She commented that while she mostly can't, she can actually hear it faintly, because of how loud it is. She also can very much feel the vibrations of his snoring specifically, which she says is very comforting for her. He didn't expect to find that so touching, but he does.

--There was one occasion in which a slightly younger Gene tried performing one of his songs for the entire family, only to remember Linda's deafness. Bob actually stepped in and tried his best to translate the song into sign language, and Linda, of course, loved it. Just another reminder for her why she loves her family.

--One time, Tina got an ear infection, and this caused her some temporary hearing loss (the inspiration for this came because the same thing happened to me once, but my hearing came back relatively quickly) and this allowed her to walk in Linda's shoes for a day, and it gave her a new perspective on life and a new appreciation for Linda.

--This doesn't have to do with the actual AU, but if you want to see a bit of the inspiration I got for this AU, definitely check out the deaf, Queer YouTuber Jessica Kellgren-Fozard, because she's amazing and deserves all the love. Her channel might be where I do some of my research for this AU.

--One time Bob was watching something on TV at night while the kids were asleep and this piqued her curiosity a ton. However, her hearing aid's batteries ended up dying, and she couldn't understand what was going on. But she didn't want to stop his enjoyment of the movie, so she didn't say anything until after. When he learned about this, he immediately got her new batteries and opted to tell her everything that happened in the movie while snuggling in bed.

--During the events of the song "Bad Things are Bad" in "Wharf Horse, Part 2" at the end of Season 4, Tammy, Zeke, Jimmy Jr., Rudy, plus all the other kids who're talking to Linda, Gene, and Louise hold up signs while they're talking with the words they're saying written on them (such as "maybe you'll find him inside of this vase"). This is because Tina and Louise are the only ones there who even mildly know sign language (besides Linda, of course), so they wanted to make sure Linda understood what they were talking about, especially with how dire the situation was. She did appreciate the gesture.

--One of Bob's wedding vows (taken directly from Jessica Kellgren-Fozard's wedding vows) was that despite Linda being deaf, he felt she was the first person who ever really listened to him/understood him in a meaningful way.

--Gayle is quite sensitive/astute to Linda's deafness, being her sister and all, and having experienced Linda losing her hearing in the first place, but doesn't really know any sign language. She doesn't pretend to know it like Felix, but she does try extremely hard, to a kind of annoying degree (she uses weird hand gestures sometimes). Bob has tried to teach her, but she's kind of impossible to teach. Because of all this, they usually communicate through the written word, which is much easier for Gayle. That, and Linda just tries very hard to understand her. Bob says on a regular basis that if he were her, he'd just ignore Gayle most of the time. Linda thinks this is a joke. It is not.

--As is common knowledge, Bob has a "thick, luxurious" mustache that Linda loves. However, facial hair does make lip-reading basically impossible. Despite this, though, Linda still refuses to let Bob get rid of it, just because of her love for it and its Tom Selleckianness. They're still able to get by because Linda actually understands really low tones much better than higher-pitched tones, and Bob's voice is notoriously extremely deep. Plus, as stated earlier, it does also help that he's the most adept at sign language in the family besides her.

--Gloria and Al are even more terrible than in canon. Well, mostly Gloria. For whatever reason, Gloria keeps forgetting, or just straight-up denying, that Linda's deaf (saying things like "oh, you're still saying she's deaf, we're still doing that, okay"). Bob has questioned this line of thinking on multiple occasions, and when Linda wasn't around to hear, he straight-up tried to call Gloria out on it, saying it was gaslighting. This conversation didn't go anywhere, though. He's also questioned the fact that this line of thinking could even exist, wondering how Linda got her first pair of hearing aids in the first place if her own mother keeps denying her deafness (the answer is, Linda got them herself with Gayle. Also, Gloria didn't exactly deny it back then, but does in the present for whatever reason).

--It's revealed in the Season 11 Episode "The Terminalator II: Terminals of Endearment" that Linda's dad, Al, uses hearing aids like Linda, but he just has them because he's old. In the episode, I imagine Bob making a comment about how being around Al made him appreciate Linda even more because he insists Al is somehow way more difficult to deal with when it comes to his hearing loss than she ever was.

--Linda has gone through quite a few pairs of hearing aids, and they're not cheap, so that was pretty hard to deal with. Ironically, all of her kids had a part to play in her losing a few pairs. When Tina was a toddler and teething, she ruined a pair by sucking on them. When Gene was young, he used them as a pair of drumsticks with pots and pans, ruining them. When Louise was young, she pretended she was Godzilla and used Linda's hearing aids as a stand-in for helpless citizens, and crushed them with her little toddler foot (Linda didn't have them in on all of these occasions because she was either napping or taking a shower).

--Linda learned how to sign the entirety of "I Love U So Much (It's Scary)" by Boyz 4 Now. during the events of "The Hauntening" in Season 6, to get into the Halloween spirit. Tina immediately insisted Linda teach her how. Louise also eventually admitted she wanted to learn, especially because she was in a good mood after the family put in so much effort to scare her on Halloween for the first time. In fact, everyone was kind of impressed she was able to learn how to sign the entire song. Of course, when Linda began teaching them, Louise still vehemently denied her celebrity crush on Boo Boo.

--As mentioned before, Gene doesn't really know sign language, and basically never uses it. However, he does know one phrase: "More cookie, please" (this was just taken directly from the "Hawkeye" show but it's very fitting for Gene). He still uses this one phrase from time to time once the occasion calls for it. Linda finds it very endearing.

That's all I can think of for now, this is getting way too long already (I gave away so many secrets for the actual fic but its fine shhhhhhh). Hope this was at least mildly enjoyable

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

13 with aziradroid and crowborg?

Prompt 13: "you amuse me, [name]"

Very fitting for Aziradroid to say. This takes place a bit further into whatever their relationship is, where they are on... better terms. And Crowley is working for Aziraphale.

Crowley still gives Aziraphale a hard time though, cause he's like that.

On with the fic!

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"Long day, Mr Crowley?" Arthur asked as he put down an already prepared drink in front of Crowley just as he collapsed onto a bar stool.

The cyborg in question groaned and threw his arms down on the counter, looking at the bartender who reached out, gave his head two pats, and then picked up a glass to wipe. Crowley pouted took the drink, sipping from the silly straw, before sighing dramatically. "Your boss is trying to kill me."

"If he was, you'd already be dead."

"You know what I mean." Crowley grumbled. "Does he know how difficult it can be to infiltrate high security networks? Especially when they are ones that are across the fuckin' ocean? It's so much easier to be in-person with the mainframe, where I can easily hook up my equipment, but now, he told me to just do it from home."

"And did you?"

"Well, yeah, but it took hours and so much... gah!" Crowley took another drink. "I'm good, the best! But it's still a drainin' task! And he certainly doesn't pay me enough."

"And yet you can easily steal money from other people's accounts, so you really don't need any extra pay, my darling snake."

Crowley nearly squealed at he felt an ice cold touch at the back of his neck, arms flailing about before he turned sharply, seeing Aziraphale across the room. One of his appendages had touched him, the bastard. He was probably only doing this to not only mess with you, but because no one else was in the building. It was too early for the club to open, much as well be all android-y while there were very little witnesses.

Rubbing his neck, Crowley glared. "I mean, yeah, that's simple, but it's still nice to be paid the correct amount for my long, exhausting effort of hacking into one of your enemy's network."

Aziraphale smiled at this as he approached the bar, a glass of wine was set down before he even took his seat. "And did it all go well?" He asked before taking a sip.

"Of course it did! Got the viruses in there and everything. The Flaming Sword virus is currently slashing and burning through files related to you as we speak, while the Apple one is currently releasing restrictive knowledge to news agencies without any trouble." Crowley said as he looked at his handheld computer.

Aziraphale hummed, pleased at this news. "Excellent, darling. I knew you could do it." He said in a way that clearly sounded like someone speaking to a child.

Crowley glowered at him. "Honest praise would be appreciated, angel. Especially with such a risky task."

"Would you like me to give you a medal?"

"No, just... some honest praise would be nice." Crowley grounded out, embarrassed for sounding needy.

Aziraphale looked at him funny before tapping his chin. "You certainly love to be praised and complimented, don't you, my sweet snake?"

The embarrassment became worse when Crowley noticed Arthur raising an eyebrow at this comment. "For fuck's sake, not in front of Arthur."

"Arthur won't say a thing, right?"

Arthur nodded. "Whatever you two have going on is none of my business." He smiled at them both before moving to put clean glasses away for tonight's crowd.

Crowley groaned, running his hands through his hair. "I don't get you, Aziraphale. I honestly don't. Still don't know why you even have any interest in me, outside of my awesome hacking skills and my, in your words, 'cute bottom'. Clearly, I'm useful for only a few things, other than that, you don't really need me. I'm sure you have people under your thumb that are more than happy to get down and lick your boots if you even so much as hint at it."

"You amuse me."

The simple, honest tone of his words caught Crowley off-guard. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Aziraphale sniffed. "You amuse me, Crowley. I find you fascinating, a challenge. In the fifty years I've been doing this, no one has ever stood up to me before like you have. I mean, they have, but clearly they've learned to hold their tongues. Metaphorically and literally, in some cases."

He drained his glass. "You fight back with your silver tongue, and I like that, it's entertaining, and I think you find it that way too."

Crowley watches him as he stands, his chilling smile in place. "And I look forward to more of your complaining of my tasks, and then your submission when you realize you benefit from them. You fold so easily, but there is still a bit of a struggle. It makes me giddy."

Then he wiggled, clearly amused. "Well, I'm off! I need to get things ready before the crowds come through the doors in an hour! Ta-ta, dear!"

Aziraphale hummed to himself as he used his tentacles to quickly climb his way through the room and off to his private office. Crowley watched him from behind his shades, making a face as Arthur approached where he was sitting.

"That means he likes you." He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah." Crowley frowned, taking another drink. "I got that."

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Fun fact: Aziraphale is older than fifty and has a very strange past that no one knows about. At least, no one alive knows about it.

Also, it's National Bartender Day, and I found out about this because of an appreciation post for Arthur on twitter. I included Arthur again because we love him around here, he's the best! Plus, more androids!

[mareenavee]

HONESTY and OPEN-MINDEDNESS for the psychological OC asks!

Hi! This has taken far too many days for me to get to, so thank you so much for your patience!

I do love this set of questions. I'll go ahead and do this for Nyenna, Teldryn and Athis so I can ramble on in a long post (: Very kind to pick these very difficult questions for them LOL

Psychology Asks for my fic The World on Our Shoulders!

Ask Game is here.

HONESTY– What kinds of small lies do they tell others? What lies do they tell themselves? What is the biggest lie they’ve told?

Nyenna's small lies are by omission usually. She does not announce she is the Dragonborn. She truthfully doesn't want the attention so she lets people believe whatever they want about whomsoever the Dragonborn might be. She tries to let her actions speak for themselves.

She tells herself that this because she's used to something of anonymity, but it's more like she's still confused how this could have fallen on her shoulders. Truth be told, she barely accepts it even as more and more of her power manifests and that dragon soul she carries with her gets loud and louder.

The biggest lie she's told, perhaps, is likely the one where she said she ran away from home to protect Athis. It was really about herself, and her unwillingness to face her responsibilities, as enormous as they were. The most frequent lie she's ever told to herself and to others is that she's fine and that everything is okay.

Teldryn isn't a small lie kind of person. He is perfectly fine telling people exactly how he feels about what's going on. If he's going to go through the effort to lie, it's going to be something big. At the very least, something of medium importance. We'll get to that in a moment. Instead of small lies, he'll try and talk his way out of a problem and is, to be perfectly honest, annoyingly successful at this most of the time.

He has, however, spent a long time telling himself he doesn't care anymore about what happens next. If he truly didn't care, there would have been no reason for him to spiral as bad as he did. If he didn't care and was already numb, why try to numb the feelings further? Being purposeless and watching the world burn hurt. And he likes to pretend he's over it. It's impossible to be over that kind of pain. It leaves a scar.

The biggest lie he tells is actually by omission as well. A theme, perhaps. He doesn't like to mention that he's the Nerevarine. It probably ties in tightly with the lies he tells himself, that he's over the entire thing. But his discomfort with people recognizing him who he doesn't know already is another reason his attitude about everything contributes to the lie. I like to think he's trying hard now to heal from this. At least he has his friends and Nyenna to help him out.

Athis is trying extremely hard to be a good person. He is honest almost to a fault about the little things. He's honest when he doesn't understand something Nyenna is talking about. He's honest with how he feels in the beginning. He's honest about how much he knows and what he's not willing to put effort into in regards to training and skills. I suppose he's a lot like Nyenna in that he'll try to keep his negative opinions mostly to himself, unless he's with someone he trusts. Sometimes he can be a bit grouchy, but even then he won't necessarily lie, he'll just grouse and leave the conversation.

Athis keeps a lot inside because of his want to be seen as a good person as much as he wants to believe he is one. He's shoved down his trauma so far, that even when the edges of it are dredged up, he tries to pretend they aren't there at all. Like none of it ever happened.

The biggest lie he told is also one of omission. He doesn't want anyone at all to know about his past. He doesn't want to remember his past. He figures not even Nyenna needs to know. The only person who ever guessed and brought it up is in Sovengarde now. Athis still thanks this person when he pays respects at the Skyforge for holding on to that secret early on when it was still too heavy to handle by himself.

OPEN-MINDEDNESS– How do they deal with disagreement? How do they balance different perspectives?

Nyenna is usually the cause of disagreements she gets into because she assumes herself to be the de facto leader of her party and tends to have the anxiety-driven habit of assuming what she says goes. It's different than being sort of bossy about things and stems more from the goal of keeping everyone alive. She can be a little bit stubborn. Okay. A lot stubborn. Sometimes it's for the best. But it does take her a while to realize when she's not going about things the best way. She'd rather go and do things herself first. She has to be proven wrong. This leads to arguing sometimes, depending on the severity of the situation.

When she's got a second to clear her head, she does listen to reason a good 2/3rds of the time, but not without first making her point of view as front and center in the argument as she can. When she's moving on anxiety and fear alone, she doesn't like to try and see the other side of things. More like she can't see it because what is more important than understanding how dangerous things can be? What is more important than keeping those she cares about in one piece? It takes some doing, but she does eventually calm down enough to see multiple ways to handle a problem, most of the time. Good thing she travels with someone who is good at talking.

Teldryn, speaking of, as I mentioned can talk his way out of pretty much any situation with varying degrees of success, but leans toward lucky that way. He does tend to get into disagreements fairly often, because he should be more thoughtful on how he approaches certain situations and...straight up isn't. He will try to get the other person to see where he was coming from in his approach, especially if his actions started the disagreement.

That said, he is relatively fine with hearing other people out if they insist they need to make a plan. Nothing else to do but talk around it anyway. He's gotten himself in trouble for pausing to talk about something and then making the opposite, rash decision anyway.

From chapter 20, which is published:

“There’s about five. Maybe a sixth if they have a scout,” he whispered.

“If I can get a first shot in, we can have them wiped out in no time at all. It’ll make this area safer for other travelers,” Nyenna decided. She took a second to conjure a Bound Bow and crouched as she made her way around the edge of the outcropping.

“Wait! Wait, how about I go in, kill two and draw their full attention, and then you come in after that?” Teldryn offered, feeling a little more uneasy about her just rushing in. He hadn’t even seen her fight yet, and the Reavers were clad in chitin. He wasn’t sure if she even knew the weak spots of that kind of armor.

“You need to stay back,” she said severely. He noticed she’d lowered her scarf, but couldn’t tell why that would matter. He heard her inhale sharply.

“They are armored! A Bound Arrow, no matter how perfectly aimed, isn’t going to do shit except enrage them,” he said angrily. She ignored him. And in turn, he ignored her warning and rushed in. He was just able to draw his sword before something strange indeed happened. 

“FUS RO DAH!” Was that Nyenna? He felt like he’d just weathered a blast, eardrums popping, all sound being replaced with a low whine. The thing was, he hadn’t weathered it. He’d been swept up in some kind of energy she’d created with a few short words. Between one breath and the next, Teldryn was hit with a force like a boulder crashing down a mountain. His lungs emptied of air. His feet were thrown out from underneath him, and he flipped tail over teakettle. He screamed in choir with the other Reavers as he started to plummet down toward the earth like so much debris. He couldn’t control the direction he had been tossed – his head struck a rock and his vision went black. He was vaguely aware of the sound of fire searing, and more screeching, but he could see nothing. His head was pounding. He felt another rush of that same force, though not as directly, and consciousness faded from him.

Athis is perhaps a little bit more agreeable than the other two. He has more of a passive personality and doesn't prefer to fight. Occasionally if he's going to disagree about something, he'll do so after putting up with nonsense until he's annoyed enough to make a snide comment, after which he'll walk away. He's fine getting into battles, but not into arguments if it can be helped. He doesn't claim to be the strategic mastermind or anything and is fine following directions.

He holds all kinds of ideals in his head, though, and that can be tough to reconcile with. He has a perspective of how things are supposed to be and how he fit into the world and now he struggles with the change in perspective and change in dynamic. Change in general is more tough for him than he'd like to admit. So balancing other points of view is not his strong suit. But bless him, he is trying, even if slowly.