#Tally really did that shit huh

[soup-or-who-lock]

finally finished Youngbloods by Scott Westerfeld tonight and having emotions about it :| Frey delivering Evil straight to the one place they don't want it via a necklace, exactly like Tally did all those years ago. Tally nuking everything in sight to prove a point and stop some of the damage she takes credit for, nuking her own reputation in the process (and maybe that means she's free now, maybe she can just go and live her life and be a person, because she hasn't been allowed to be a person since she became the face of Revolution. maybe now she can just sit in the woods and enjoy the breeze)

[queenofbaws]

Hii, can you write a story about my theory for the bathroom couches

"...ty-one!"

There was a series of frowns at that, the gang momentarily lifting their heads from what they'd been doing to shoot each other suspicious glances. Clearly it hadn't been any of them who'd done the talking - the voice was strangely distant and, somehow even more strangely, excited - but still, the sentiment remained.

"I-I'm sorry?" Hannah said after a moment, glancing up towards the ceiling as if it'd been some higher power to shout at them.

And then, making all the noise of a suit of armor come to life, Mike came barrelling down the lodge's staircase, sock-sliding across the great room's hardwood until he bumped against the sectional. "Thirty-ooone," he repeated, bracing himself against the back of the couch. "That's how many fucking couches you guys got in this place, you know that? What gives?"

Hannah's head was instantly in her hands. "Oh God."

"Yeah, y'know...I've been wondering about that too," Sam said slowly, setting down her big book of crossword puzzles to glance around the lodge instead, the tally in her head almost visible as she counted couch after couch. "I mean. I guess I figured it was because, uh...ski lodge. Company. That kind of thing. But...you guys do have a lot."

"And the one in the bathroom?!" Emily cut in. "The one in the bathroom is pretty heinous."

Instead of bothering to deal with their chatter individually, Beth heaved a sigh and raised her voice, speaking up over them as if she didn't care. She also continued smashing buttons on her controller as if she didn't care. And her eyes? On the tv, baby. Like she didn't care. (Spoiler: She didn't). "Once upon a time," she began, "there was this wormy little kid named Josh."

"Wormy, huh?" he asked, offhandedly at best, hunched over with his elbows on his knees as he pulled off another sick combo on-screen. "That's a new one."

"The thing about Josh," Beth continued, paying him literally no attention as she wrung his health bar dry, "was he never slept."

"Still don't! It's one of my fun little quirks. Gives me personality."

"And it took Mom and Dad forever to figure out, but - " she paused long enough to wrench her body to the side as if it would help her character dodge, and, miraculously, it did, " - eventually they noticed he'd conk out on a couch even if he wouldn't fall asleep in bed."

"Know where monsters like hiding, B? Under beds. Know what you never hear about? Monsters hiding under couches."

Tapping her pencil against her crossword book, Sam scrunched her mouth together. It was a good point. She didn't say that part out loud. A quick glance around the great room told her the others were thinking the same.

"So," Beth kept saying, "Mom, being the worry-wort she is, filled this place with couches just in case little Joshy needed a little nappy-nap. And Dad, ever-resourceful, used the ski lodge excuse every time so he could get a tax write-off or something, I don't know. It sort of snowballed. Our family isn't really known for, like, restraint."

"No," Emily pretended to gasp. "The family that bought a whole goddamn mountain? You don't say."

"...and the one in the bathroom?" Mike repeated, his emphasis clear. "Please...please don't tell me you were napping in the bathroom, dude. There...there have to be limits."

"Tub takes an awful long time to fill, my man. Anyone would get sleepy waiting for that shit."

On the other side of the sectional, having until-then been silent, Jess let out a huge, whooping sigh of relief. "Oh thank Gawwwwwd," she groaned, dramatically slumping across the cushions. "I was so sure it was gonna be some weird pervvy sex thing."

"It can be both," Beth and Josh said in unison, deadpan and only half-paying attention as they kept playing their game. Joke or not, it was too much for poor Hannah, who slid off the couch altogether, moaning and groaning and huddling onto a ball of mortification on the floor.

[ghostofasecretary]

uuuuuuuugh fine i will "make" "a" "list"

ETA1: it's Friday and this list is getting Used, Babey, so also it looks nothing like it did. cool

more or less done:

- set ideal date for friend hang, send text once plans are possible; (Thurs) text J+A re: Sunday or Monday options (preferably Sunday)

- (Thurs) GET THE BEEPING DOWNSTAIRS TO STOP OH MY F U C K I N G GOD EMAIL MANAGEMENT RIGHT NOW

- (Thurs) do you want that random light you picked up. can you shove it in a closet. you aren't using it so store it

- (Fri) do paid quiz tomorrow

- (Fri) text friend with experience w/medical bullshit re: his thoughts on. the one places' assessment of getting meds filled in state vs. no insurance options (brb crying) (i cannot afford this shit)

- (Fri) send psych a message re: please please please Fill My Meds

- (Fri) ETA1: defrost your frozen potato soup leftovers so you can remove from bag and reheat it for a meal

- (Fri) ETA1: hi maintenance.

- (Fri) miserable. fuck me. anyway tally new purchases + venmo movements. autism also demanded feeding so i guessed at my budget/income/etc also

+ (Fri) fix discrepancies in spreadsheet vs. reality

- (Fri) are you gonna do a short meeting for fun and self fulfillment and your career that also requires work? i mean probably not. but it sounds appealing aside from Oh God, Work

- (Fri) reply to email by, like, 9:30 if possible. 10:30?? okay 1:30. god. fuck me. fuck. DONE, GO ME.

- (Fri) ETA0: if your recent laundry gives you the fucking flush for the third time please just redo it. it's *probably* the cat essence and not your detergent. okay it made my hands flush but not my chest this time so i'm gonna call it as fine because i don't want to do the laundry again.

- (Fri) finish audiobook even tho it got less compelling

- (Fri craft task) finish cowl, finish one end, sew together, Sat: weave in second end

- (Fri food task) make tamarind extract

- (Fri food task) make dal rasam + rice? honestly probably just eat more carbs than normal for a bit

- the upstairs are so much. i would love for it to be. less dirty up there. damn. fuck. i don't want to negotiate with my roommate i just want to BUY A DRYING RACK SO SHE STOPS PUTTING DISHES TO DRY FACE UP ON THE COUNTER IT'S SO ANNOYING. when the other two are here this doesn't happen. why. i'm so annoyed and i would like to use my kitchen and also feel like it is clean. this will probably get sorted Monday? maybe just ignore it?? or i can. put a trash liner in and put some dishes up and make the space more in line with my desires. ok! chill! done on Friday

- Saturday: new soap, do some freaking clothes washing babeyyyyyy. socks, tights, green sweater, oh huh turquoise dress is really stained fuck, coral skirt, slips (leave other sweaters for other days), check other skirts for stains + spot clean?? made one thing worse but Oh Well

- Sat: repair! decorative! pillow case! it's a small thing that will ease your mind and make you happier

- Friday goal: eat lunch (...failed. whoops). succeeded Saturday! also made carrot walnut bread

- eat Sat dinner (reheat! soup! also maybe make some flatbread? idk man. that shit takes time)

- (Sun) Sat: file time sheet after 5pm Friday (to account for no Bonus Work) (time before/after work + however much else it takes to make 2 hours + .25 Quiz Hours) (i can do this anytime before Monday so make it Sat)

- (Sun) ETA2: seriously please acquire new vegetables this is Not Great in terms of. like. Variety

- (Sun) if no produce: go buy produce

- (Sun) shower. please

- (Mon) vacuum

- (Mon) ETA1: oh right LAST GRAD APP. UGHHHHHH. steps? Just Do It?

- ETA2: you have to apply to 4 by MONDAY which means do it SUNDAY and look at it TONIGHT, MAYBE.

- Monday leave standing hang early to do. uh. fucking. more work. it will at least get you money!! or not, it's a Snow Day

- (Mon) ETA1: pay psych bill. ETA2: tried, they said it "timed out" and i should wait at least 15min to see what's up? so. set timer and check back. did check back, check again Sat/today. ETA...3?: just do it

- (Mon) could you hang some art on the damn walls maybe

- (1/6/25) dust

- (1/7/25) repair apron straps

ETA2/Saturday list additions:

- ETA2: you want to do poetry this Friday so you must 1) type edits to t1, 2) type edits to t2, 3) type draft of M, 4) work on M and/or R (1/10/25), 5) do new smooth English translation (your fav song, that one) + send, 6) set + confirm meeting time

timeline:

- ETA2: Sun/Mon prep for teaching, review route, etc

- ETA2: call friend Tues

meds quest:

- actually M already gave advice, call hospital pharmacies. with what energy

feed autism:

- outfits 2024

- outfit spreadsheet?? meh

- nutrition spreadsheet

food:

- make a meal plan for lowest cost highest nutrition no-buy meals with current pantry supplies only. you have a lot of dried beans and some cans and frozen veg to last a few days and frozen blueberries and a thing of tofu and two carrots and a bit of dried fruit and some pumpkin puree and a bunch of nuts and three kinds of flours and oats; probably you can, like, live for a few days without having to buy groceries. but please do go to a food bank/free grocery store/etc. get canned tomatoes and something with vitamin C

- go to free grocery store

- make list of other food banks, you do not need things to be As Dire As Possible to use the resources meant to keep you from falling into the pit, y'know, further

oh god. HOLIDAY CARDS. FUCK ME:

+ write cards, literally only 2

+ add stamps

+ 20 minute round trip you can do this babey

cleaning/maintenance:

- (1/10/24) wash apron + sheets, change sheets over

- (1/7/24) ETA1: fix turquoise hem, how did it get so ragged, sad, this is an Important Garment and must be fixed!!

- clean bathtub

- repair coat pockets + lining hem

- repair main slip

- pj pant hem maintenance (coral hole, grey hem)

- get that jump ring measurement to J for 3d printing please so you can fix that cami

- preventative-ish darning/reinforcement of every canvas bag you own

- hem blue pants so you can fucking. wear them in town in winter lmao

- get rid of your useless polluted yarn please holy fucking shit, maybe someone else will want it, you don't. or try to clean it. but it doesn't need to be in your house if you are not going to fucking use it.

* i feel like i should be clear that i'm pretty fine, financially, as long as i keep working! i'm just. deeply terrified of having less than [set number] of dollars in my savings at any point and also of having to, like, actually pay off my loans. also i lost track of interest in forbearance like an idiot and am. afearéd

* ETA1: also my part time job is tied to the school year so i will need to either a) do more freelancing or b) get a second part time job so i don't starve this summer. and if my life works the way i've wanted it to and i need to move again, i will...not be able to afford the good version of that! so a second job/more income would be REALLY REALLY HELPFUL so that i DON'T FUCKING DIE. ...not that i'm going to. just. Scary!!!

* i am inches from going "i am never going to grad school, i am simply going to get a stable full time job ASAP and never leave even if it kills me" but like. also. i have met me

life is made up of so many small moments. i spent almost an hour talking to my mom mostly about my students and my job and how much i care about what i'm doing. i ate decent food today, albeit at weird hours. i'm so loved. i really hope the money works out okay. i'm gonna try to make it work out.

making lists helps to increase the chances of things working out, you've heard. good luck. i love you. go to bed. good night

[graciegoeskrazy]

figure my heart out | PART 2

Matty Healy + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader

warnings: coming out, language

a/n: you didn’t really think i’d leave u on read did you? cmon u know me better than that. in all honesty i didnt mean to split it into 2 parts but i just loved what i had written and wanted to get it out there asap. my bad whoopsies. AT LEAST I DIDNT LEAVE YALL HANGING FOR LONG RIGHT. i’m sorry for all the pain i caused. xoxo. ALSO THANK YOUNFOR ALL THE IIND COMMENTS AND LOVE U GUYS MAKE MY FUCKING DAY LIKE LITTERSLY MY DAD WAS SO SHIT IMAND YOU GUYS TURNED IT AROUND WITH UR REQUESTS AND COMMENTS I LOVENUUUUHU OKAY enjoy 😚

An hour had passed. No one had gone to bed or left including your aunt and uncles because they all were too worried about you. They tried to convince your father to follow you upstairs before things worsened, but he couldn't move. This was a life-changing moment for crying out loud, and he was the one who ruined it. He couldn’t get that out of his head. After a while of going back and forth with each other, Everyone had enough of your father’s bullshit and decided to get involved. George and Ross took it upon themselves to head up to your room. They weren't even sure if you were awake in the first place, but the faint music of Olivia Rodrigo’s Sour album was playing the the background which was a telltale sign you were awake. Awake, and not doing well. It was nearing 3 in the morning but on weekends like this, sleep didn’t exist in the Healy and company household. People were up and awake or blasting music or just doing things you would normally do when the sun is up, so everyone staying up and having an intervention of sorts was a normal thing. (Which makes you wonder why your curfew was 11 pm in the fucking first place) That’s another reason why George and Ross had no problem with knocking on your door. “Bubs? You in there?” George knew the answer. They both did, but they didn’t know how to start the conversation. You had just sent a goodnight text to your girlfriend. As soon as you got upstairs a while ago, you texted her saying that you needed to talk. Not even a full minute later she answered the phone and you told her everything. After getting you to calm down and promising you everything would be alright, she suggested that you get some rest, and that’s what you planned to do. Until your uncles knocked on your door.

“Bubs it's Me and Tallie. We need you to open up.”

You were so tired. You didn't want to deal with them or anyone. You just wanted sleep. So you didn’t answer. After a moment, Ross spoke. “Love, open the door, please. We just want to help you.” He gave a glance towards George when you didn’t reply. “Bubs, we love you. We only want to help. What your dad did was unfair, we know that, and we just want to stop it from getting worse.”

Ross added on, “We love you, y/n. It doesn't change how we feel about you. You’re still our baby and we still love you. Let us in, please.”

After thinking about it and coming to the conclusion of what more could go wrong you reached up from where you were sitting on the ground near the door, and let them in. Still not saying another word.

George found you first. He knelt in front of you and did some of the breathing exercises he taught you. Eventually, he helped you up onto the bed where Ross sat and you just fell into him. You cried into his chest as George closed the door and went around to the other side of the bed.

“You feeling better?” You nodded. Ross pressed a kiss to your head. “Good.” He said.

George scooted closer and smiled. ‘So…June, huh?”

Ross smiled and you cringed, “Oh my god, shut up.”

“What?! I’m not judging. I like vaginas too.”

At this point, Ross was a pool of laughter and as much as you hate to admit it you laughed a bit too.

“Oh my- just get out.” You said, cracking a smile.

“You gonna be okay?” Ross asked.

You solemnly nodded. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go to bed and see what happens tomorrow.”

George smiled, “One day at a time.”

You nodded.

They both pressed kisses to your head like they have done since you were little, and left the room, silently, closing the door.

…

The next morning, after some very much-needed rest, you woke up to the sun coming through your window. You sat there for a while, wishing it was still night and wishing June was right there with you. After a minute of snapping back to reality, there was a silent knock at the door. Matty peaked his head in and his eyes found yours. He was still in last night’s clothes, dress pants and all. “I’m sorry- did I wake you-”

“No. It’s fine I’ve been up.”

He just nodded. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Can I come in?” You didn’t expect this conversation to happen this early but it was clear that he got no sleep and had been preparing himself all night. You nodded. He came in and shut the door and sat on the edge of your bed. You lay back, resting against the headboard. He couldn’t meet your eyes, but finally did when he said, “I’m sorry.”

You showed a slight tight-lip smile.“I know.” You said.

He looked away again and sighed. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this, I just…”

“For what to happen?”

“You coming out.”

Your head tilted in confusion, “Wait- you knew this would happen?”

He shrugged as if it was nothing. “Well, not this but yeah, love.”

You crawled forward and sat next to him by the edge of your bed. “Are you kidding?” You yelled.

“No. I’ve known you liked boys and girls since you were in primary school.”

This bitch. You stood up with wide eyes and stared at your dad. “You knew I liked both!?!”

He smiled. “Remember the first time you got drunk at a party?”

“No?”

“Exactly. You came home super drunk from June’s house and while I was helping you sober up and get ready for bed you told me you had a crush on June. That you liked her and wanted to marry her.” He smiled at the thought.

You were shocked to say the least. “Wh-why didn’t you say anything? Or yell at me for being drunk!”

“Because you’re a teenager. I wanted you to have fun.”

You rolled your eyes and sat back down, of COURSE he knew I was queer of course. Sometimes I wish he didn’t know me this fucking well. “Oh my gosh.”

“You thought I believed you were going to ‘study sessions’? I’m not dumb, love. I used to make the same excuses. Plus, I didn't think I’d have to worry about teen pregnancy if you were having sex with a girl.”

“Dad!” You said, slapping his arm.

“Sorry.” You covered your eyes in embarrassment and shock.

“I wanted you to live your life. And figure out who you are before you tell me anything. I wanted you to feel comfortable coming to me and trust me.”

You sat up. “I’ve always trusted you. It’s just June isn’t exactly out yet to her family so it’s comp-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He said, smiling, and putting a hand on your knee.

“I’m sorry, I yelled,” he said.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m sorry I lied and stayed past curfew.”

“It’s alright.” He said, patting your knee.

He looked at you and took your face in his hands. “I love you. No matter who you love.”

You smiled “I love you most.”

[thalwhore]

Joining in the trend bc I've been thinking abt this scene since yesterday. Gave my gal some Scottish ways of talkin and hopefully kept Tally pretty in-character. As always the lad belongs to @dynamite124 !

No Preassure

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Eira sighs as she takes a seat on one of the chairs overlooking the Inn, undoing the clasps of her chestplate while Saadia serves their drinks. "Thank ye love, yer a dear. Have a good night yeah?" Saadia smiles, taking the extra coin Eira had offered, "I'll certainly try, see you in the morning." She responds, bowing her head to the rather tall Altmer coming to join the party before heading out the room and down the stairs.

The Redhead takes a swig of her ale, "Shor's bones, I needed that drink after the day we've had, huh Tally?"

Taliesin furrows his brows, turning to face her, "And when were you planning on telling me that you're dragonborn?"

Eira groans and brings a hand to her face, "I was hoping it wasn'y true. I really, really was."

"You mean to tell me that you've known this entire time?!" Taliesin asks in shock. "How could you have known in the first place? There hasn't been a dragonborn for eras now!" He exclaims, stopping to recompose himself before taking a drink of the ale, making a face at the taste. "If this is your idea of a joke, it's not a very funny one." He adds.

"I'm no pullin' yer leg, believe me, I wish I were." Eira says, elbows resting on her knees as she holds her head in her hands. "Its a long story, I'm no' gonna blame ya if ye leave without hearin' me out." She adds, staring out at the Bannered Mare patrons below them.

Taliesin sighs, confusion painting his face, before he shucks off his overcoat, hanging it on the back of the chair and placing the gloves on the table between them. "You've given me no reason not to believe your words so far- so I'll stay. Besides, it'd be a waste to not take advantage of the room you've so generously bought for us." He says with a smile, posture mostly relaxed but his hands restless.

"Thank you. I really do mean that Taliesin." Eira says, flashing a smile before leaning back in her seat. "When I was a wee lass, a psycic came to me family's farm, or more like- was attacked by wolves just outside it." She starts, letting out a small laugh at the memory. "Me father had chased them off with a torch and his piddly wee steak knife, then offered the man to stay with us for the night before headin off the next morn'."

She seemed to relax more as she told her story, almost deflating in the chair as she seemed more comfortable. "He'd offered to tell our fortunes, me da' wouldn'y hear a word of it but, I begged and begged and he let up." Eira's face screws up as she recalls the details. "He did a ritual with some chicken bones we'd had leftover from supper that evenin' had me do a whole thing with shakin' them about in a bowl. Told me there was greatness in me' future." She says.

Taliesin laughs, not unkindly, smiling as he speaks "And I suppose that's why you're so confident now then?" He asks, raising a brow in her direction.

"Oi you cheeky shite, yer' hardly one to talk. What with yer whole 'superiorly bred mer' crap." She reponds jovially. Taliesin rolls his eyes and nods "Alright, alright. Continue, then."

"Thank you." Eira says. "Anyway, the man seemed a lot more worried when he read more o' the weird chicken scrying. Said he'd saw death and destruction. Fire and war. Said he saw great wings of black and toppled towers." She recounts, mood darkening. "He'd said I'd be the one to bring it about and also the one to end it."

Taliesin leans forward in his seat, brows furrowing as he listens intently to the story.

"Needless to say, me da' kicked him out and said it was a load of shite." Eira says with a laugh, before turning more serious. "That's why, when we killed that dragon, and I absorbed its soul. I lost me shit. That crazy old fuck had been right, and now I've gotta go from a farmhand, to the savior of Tamriel as a whole!" She yells. "It's- it's not what I wanted. Not in a million years." She adds, shaking her head before downing half the ale. "I just wanted some fun. A couple o' decades adventurin', then I'd settle down back with me folks, maybe find a nice lass to warm the bed. But now there's- all of this."

Taliesin sighs, reaching a hand over the table to take hers into his own. "I know, it's a lot to be pushed onto you. But if there's anyone who can do it, I believe it'll be you." He says, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"Ye barely even know me Tally. But...thank you." She says with a smile. "And hey, it's no pressure right?"

"No pressure at all."

[yazzydream]

JJK Playlists: Toji | Gojo

Sounds Like A You Problem (Fushiguro Toji playlist)

Time to share my playlist for this trash man. Some manga spoilers.

-> [Spotify Link]

1. UH OH! (feat. BENEE) - Sub Urban

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh You've made a mistake

2. Wish You the Worst - Ryan Mack

Fuck the Zen'in Clan amirite?

Wish you the worst I think you owe me an apology, yeah Ever since I was a little kid, been giving me shit Always calling me a wannabe Saying I'm a loser, I don't have to prove myself to you

3. The Bidding - Tally Hall

Gege Akutami mentioned this in his comments somewhere, the fanbook maybe? but Toji is canonically a sugarbaby who mooches off women. lol

I graduated at the top I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie So if you have a fantasy of being a queen Maybe you should blow a couple bucks on me

4. Toxic - Britney Spears

Seems the type.

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride You're toxic, I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic?

5. bad guy - Billie Eilish

So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type I'm the bad guy Duh

6. Daisy 2.0 (feat. Hatsune Miku) - Ashnikko

Fuck a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring It's gonna hurt, it'll sting Spittin' your blood in the sink I'm crazy, but you like that, I bite back Daisies on your nightstand, never forget it I blossom in the moonlight, screw eyes Glacial with the blue ice, I'm terrifying

7. queen of broken hearts - blackbear

I'm the queen of broken hearts Break you in a thousand parts Used to be a shooting star When did I become so dark? Yeah, you need to chill, girl, don't play me I'm too far gone, you can't save me And I don't care, fucking hate me I popped a pill and I'm faded

8. Dead or Alive (feat. Madalen Duke) - Stileto

My playlist seems to be made up primarily of songs about Toji being a no-good womanizer and flipping off the Zen'in, huh? Anyway, fuck the Zen'in.

So now I'm asking you for one last favor You've got an enemy inside your blood Could you just take this little parting favor? It's just a little present from my love

9. Brittle Bones Nicky - Rare Americans

Shocking how well these two musical-inclined songs fit Toji. I'm linking the official music video, but the uncensored version is out there. About this guy who just grows up to become a criminal.

You're not gonna push me around (no!) You can't get me down, down, down (down!) Bounce ahead a couple years, king of my peers

10. Brittle Bones Nicky 2 - Rare Americans

Part 2, that guy finds himself in hell but returns to the living.

Thought my story was over, book closed? Think again, we're nowhere close My eyes are open, cheers, we toast I'ma mother fucking ghost (He's a ghost!)

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I gotta get outta this hell Would you sell your soul to save yourself? I'm not gonna get pushed around I'm not going down, down, down! (down!) I'm not going down!

///

Brittle Bones Nicky He was crafty and tricky Yeah, that son of a bitch was gold! Yeah, that son of a bitch was gold! So, here I am, not quite a man But I always got a game plan I'll ruffle feathers, fuck with folks But you know me, I'm a good bloke

11. Freak - Doja Cat

From Toji POV. Ignore the pronouns as usual. Just know that Toji's a freak.

Freak like me You want a good girl that does bad things (to you) You never been with no one as nasty (as me) Spice up your life, come get a freak Freak like me

12. 12345SEX - UPSAHL

Some call it insane, say, "Baby, you're so vain" But I'm living on overdrive all the time And I like the way you taste, some liquor and a chaser Flavor of forever just for the night

13. Thriving - UPSAHL

Damn if this doesn't describe Toji's life choices.

I just checked my bank account Insufficient funds What the fuck is that all about? I'm barefoot stumbling down the street The hottest mess that you'll ever meet I'm thriving, damn this (la-la-la-la, life is a bitch) Thriving, 'cause I (da-da-da-da-don't give a shit)

14. Notorious - UPSAHL

(Reversed: Opinion, I shove all your) I shove all your opinions to the side I do whatever the fuck I like I'll be in to win it 'til I die

15. IDFWFEELINGS - UPSAHL

Mamaguro was the only woman Toji seems to have loved. Anyone else? Meh.

That's why I don't fuck with feelings anymore Every time they get deep, I just get bored So I'm breaking boys in pieces for the sport Just to lose my mind, I'll just say bye I don't fuck with feelings anymore When I say I want less, they just want more And it feels like I've just felt it all before So I don't fuck with feelings anymore

16. Dick (ft. Doja Cat) - DickStarBoi3

R.I.P. that pussy, ayy

17. Fuck Boy (feat. Kandle) - Apashe

Fuck boy: I didn't know you were crazy To the boarder come chase me I'm gonna break free Oh take off that disguise Show me somethin' real When I look into your eyes

18, The New Knife Game Song - Rusty Cage

A little intermission. Toji was definitely the type to do the knife game for some easy cash when he was younger. Probably even now.

19. Killer - Eminem

Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer) Made all this money from doin' this (D.A. got that dope) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

20. Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar

Yes, the end credits song from Steven Universe. Can't help but think of how Toji felt about Mamaguro.

If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me I could do about anything I could even learn how to love When I see the way you act Wondering when I'm coming back I could do about anything I could even learn how to love Like you I always thought I might be bad Now I’m sure that it's true ‘Cause I think you’re so good And I’m nothing like you

21. I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters

Toji really, really, isn't a good guy.

I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride

22. Insane - Baasik, Black Gryph0n

Another sinner in Hell.

It's my pleasure to introduce to you hell's latest arrival The equal-opportunity killer, Alastor! Hello, it's nice to meet you Oh, can you tell me where I am? I don't know how I got here But I, I think I'm starting to understand I don't belong among the angels And baby, that's just fine with me The things I did up there were high school But now I'm going for my degree Hey Sorry, but you just got in my way I promise honey, I can feel your pain And maybe I enjoy it just a little bit Does that make me insane? Haven't been the same since I expired Doesn't mean that I plan to retire And now I have the power to bathe all of you in entertaining fire

23. Trouble - Valerie Broussard

Applicable to a number of JJK boys honestly. But the gambling line specifically made me think Toji.

Dangerously havin' the time of our lives These boys are just poisonous thorns in our sides Startin' fires wherever we go Watching 'em gamble everything they own

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Trouble coming in the dead of night Trouble making everythin' alright It's in your blood It's in your bones You cannot sleep for [x2]

24. Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin

Outrunning karma, that boy He's such a charmer, all the Bugs and their larva, follow Him out to Colorado Ten dozen hearts in a bag Their bodies lying, he'll drag Them down to Colorado A modern desperado

25. You Problem - Cloudy June & emlyn

That one part of the song that kept repeating in my head that the title of this playlist is from. It's just a very Toji thing to say.

That sounds like a you problem

[bradenthompson]

Swear Jar: (The) Diamond Planet

Only ever did one of these for one other book, but let's tally some bad words huh

I don't have hard opinions on swear words in fiction. It just happens. I hardly notice their going down. Readers of Illcontinuum will have noticed a distinct lack of potty language by my standards, but that was really the only time I was trying to avoid it. Wasn't the tone. Those weights were however removed for (T)DP, though as of writing this sentence I don't know just how much we owe the swear jar. So, let's see:

Fuck (and its derivatives): 156

Shit (and derivatives): 73

(god)Damn: 9

Ass: 4

Bitch: 1

Piss (and derivatives): 13

Jesus/Christ/Jesus Christ/Lord's Name Taken in Vain: 13

The C Word: 2

If a swear is not listed, it's not in the book. Otherwise this tallies up to 271 unique instances of a bad word, or 0.975 per page. At an exchange rate of twenty-five cents per swear, the book owes sixty seven dollars and seventy five cents.

Get 0.975 swears to the page at THIS link RIGHT HERE:

thediamondplanet.carrd.co

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Okay lets get going! I believe I'm up to... Knightquest Crusade Volume 1. I am... so concerned about everything.))

Jean Paul still being an absolute menace as Batman, I see

...a pair of cowboy twins? Robbing the same bank? Not knowing the other was there? Admittedly that's kinda funny

Oh Jean Paul is 100% walking headfirst into his programming, he's not resisting like he think he is

*Did you fucking brick up Tim's way into the Cave?!*

...he's gonna crash into a train?! That's gonna completely wreck Batman's reputation!

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I'm so glad Mrs Mac is an actual good woman

Awwww Tim got his special provisional!

Bruce and Alfred are still in Santa Prisca?! Jesus...

A train robbery and Tim's breaking into the cave

...I see that jawline... and that grin... *fuck off, Clown*

Ugh, Tim really can't win and Jean-Paul has officially lost it and no longer considers himself a human

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Robin #1? Huh.... might have to alter my reading list...

...he snapped out of it? At least enough to stop hurting Tim though now Tim is understandably very cautious and doesn't want Jean-Paul anywhere near him

Tim has his own car now tho. I always thought he Redbird was a bike tbh

Oh! He's still with Ariana, cute

Awwwww he's taking her to his school's dance! And talking up her talents and dreams, what a gentleman

...I spoke too soon. Tim inserted his whole foot into his mouth by getting snappy about cars. You're doing a shit job of hiding the fact that you really want to drive your secret vigilante car

...oh hi Arthur Brown. Oh! That means Steph will be turning up soon!

Boyz? ...fuck me, that alone is making me feel old. This issue came out in... 1993?

And now Tim's been mistaken as one of the 'Speed Boyz'

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Oh shit right, Jack is still missing

Awwww still calling his girlfriend when he can~

...wtf is Alfred doing in England? I thought he and Bruce were in Sants Prisca?

Oh good! There's a good lead on Jack! And the Redbird can look after itself, thank goodness

Tim is such a little shit in his head, I love it and wish he had the confidence to say some of that out loud

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Back to 'Batman'

Tally Man... that's a new one

I'm not sure an isolation tank is the best thing for you, Jean-Paul. That kind of sensory deprivation can be pretty peaceful for some but in your specific situation? I have a feeling it would only make things worse

Again, I'm not sure I like the route of his meditation but it certainly reveals a lot

And Tally Man is seeking more debts

...Jean-Paul hid his isolation chamber... in the warehouse that Tally Man's target happened to be using. And neither of them realised until this Johnny *found the fucking tank and shot it?!

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Okay cool, Jean Paul having more System bullshit that's only making his headspace *worse*

Tally Man has a bone to pick with... debtors?

Ah. He killed the previous Tally Man as a 12 year old and was treated to adult jail because everything sucks in comics

Aaaand Jean-Paul's switched to calling himself Azrael. This... isn't good

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Lunch break

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Jean-Paul... buddy. DOn't do it. Don't go on an actual crusade through Gotham

Insider knowledge... admittedly clever but jfc JP

Okay... so now there's someone who JP could have become and potentially is becoming

Okay cool, mobsters being taken out, Gordon suspects Bruce isn't under the cowl and JP is just getting worse. He doesn't care for the detective work that's necessary to the role, he's just here for a fight and it's such an easy way for the System to worm in and corrupt everything in his head. Which I suspect is exactly what's happening

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...holy shit, JP's rambling actually worked?!

And now this Mekros is all confused

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Oh the Trigger Twins are back

JP, don't frame this as not wanting Tim in danger. You don't understand the partnership and you think he holds you back

Car chase on the train tracks, okay

And they're dealt with... OH FUCK OFF CLOWN, YOU AND YOUR STUPID LONG HAIR

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Damn. Christmas again. Which means it's been... a year since Bruce got his back broken?

Oh hey Mr Freeze! Was wondering when you would turn up

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Oh? Catwoman issue?

Oh! Selena is with an eco group? And they've never noticed that she's not around when Catwoman is? Incredible

So looks like JP and Selina are gonna meet

These environmentalist guys are so... 90s stereotypical

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Hm.... JP might have a little crush~

Lol he totally had dirty dreams about her~

And he's got it wrong and once again proving that he's not great at the detective side of things

Huh. She's immediately guessed that there's someone else under the cowl

Oh dang, she really called him sterile

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Gotta say... I definitely prefer the sleeker black look over the purple sprayed on look

Though it does add to the disguise funnily enough. From a distance, she looks naked and either you're gonna look away or you're gonna stare too much at her boobs and pay little attention to her face or what she's doing

And now you've gone and framed Catwoman because you don't know how to do the detective side of things or investigate and put an entire section of Rainforest at risk

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"Undersexed sanctamonious dolt" that's one hell of a description and absolutely implies that she knows Bruce would've gone for her and treated her like a gentleman. And also confirms that he goes along with the flirting

At least he listened and they fixed things

[revenantghost]

#OH WAIT SHIT UR RIGHT #tally marks normally have a diagonal line not a straight line #I did a quick google as well to confirm #Japanese tally marks are an entire different type of symbol #and English tally marks use the diagonal line #so that supports the theory as well that it’s crosses as in grave markers #considering how much detail orange puts into this series #im starting to think this theory may be correct

I NEVER EVEN THOUGHT TO GOOGLE THAT, @deadhawke​, YOU’RE RIGHT!!!

I always thought this was a brilliant theory by the person that first put it into my brain, but this is honestly getting more and more likely?

Vash really took his own prison cell and turned it into a cemetery, huh. Maybe you could even call it a shrine. A reminder.

Someone once mentioned an idea while Tristamp was airing that I haven't been able to stop thinking about:

What if Vash wasn't counting the days passing?

What if he was counting those in cryosleep that must have passed away, that he thinks he murdered, on ship five?

It's not a super strong theory. But also, we don't see Vash's hair grow. We don't continue to see his accelerated growth. Brad is later shocked when he sees the markings, even though he's shown as being around from time to time.

And more than even that: why would Vash care about the passage of time? Luida told him to think about how he could be of use, but the only thing he's ever been used for is attempted genocide.

[sapphic-woes]

So grateful to see you in your Abby era, I hope it's amazing. I'm in desperate need of some college au headcanons for my woman. If that's not your speed, maybe some cuddling headcanons? Whatever you want, I just NEED something about this girl.

Omg YES. COLLEGE AU. YOUR MIND!!!

Abby x Scorekeeper!Reader

You hated your fucking job.

It was freezing. You had brought as many layers as you could while still wearing the stupid bright highlighter yellow, scorekeeper shirt on top. Gloves, giant earmuffs...and you were still freezing.

You were just doing this to have something on your resume and earn some money from the school on the side. You hadn't actually expected anything eventful to happen...but Jesus, was this the most boring job on the goddamn planet?

But then of course, you scorekeep for a women's rugby match...and holy fucking shit.

You actually had your mouth wide open, flinching as she tackled yet another player on the field. You'd gotten her name when you took attendance, Abby Anderson, and as you watched her pin her opponent to the ground, have that smug grin spread across her face...

You realized she was definitely going to make this cold, boring night worth it.

And it was. You found yourself sitting up, paying attention. Watching those arms move and legs burst into runs, neck flex as she'd let out whoops of victory. God, she's hot. Was a thought on your mind time and time again, and you thought she was the perfect eye candy to pass the time...but that was it.

There was no way you'd be able to do anything more than stare longingly score keep. Flirting would be so...you blushed, shaking your head at the thought. Maybe you were a bit smitten, but you weren't an idiot. Someone like her definitely already had a girlfriend...or could find someone who wasn't dressed in three layers and giant earmuffs, freezing in the middle of November.

You dipped your head down, tallying up the points for each team to record onto the little tablet they gave you. Focus, Focus, oh–

"How much did we score?" There was a gruff, scratchy voice in your ear, and you nearly screamed.

"H-Huh? Oh! Uh..." You didn't trust your voice. She was so fucking close. She glanced into your eyes only a moment before looking at the glowing screen of the tablet, muttering under her breath as she read what you wrote out loud. It was enough to have your stomach twist something awful, and you tried to calm yourself as you watched her instense stare.

"Fuck yes..." She murmured, lips curling into a smile as she saw her team had won. She grinned wide, leaning forward to make your heart hurt even worse than it already did.

"I thought you hadn't written down shit." ...What?

"What?" You repeated your thoughts aloud. Her grin only grew more sinister.

"'Cause you were staring at me the whole time. Like. Every time I looked at you from the corner of my eyes..." Her eyes narrowed as the blush on your cheeks worsened, voice dropping down into a teasing drawl. "It got so bad I thought you were becoming a fan."

You couldn't keep her gaze any longer. Not when the embarrassment was eating you up inside. You dipped your head down, trying to rectify how much of a creep you must have seemed.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be creepy or anything! I just thought you were really cool out there. So I guess you're right–not about being an actual like, fan. Just of...how you play! Yeah! Like, uh, like it's really..." Abby raised an eyebrow, and you thought you'd combust, cheeks aflame with how much of an idiot you were being.

"...neat?"

She hadn't believed you. Or if she did, she didn't care anyway.

"So how's my number one fan doing?" Was her routine greeting before throwing her arm around you, watching you stutter out a protest that you weren't. She never listened–only laughing before instructing you to make sure you watched her well this time.

Matches didn't feel like matches...they felt like teasing games between you and Abby. Your eyes would be on her, and suddenly she'd glance you way–smiling in approval if she caught your gaze. More times than not you'd be staring at her arms...her thighs...her ass–only to have your eyes trail up and have her own focused right back at you

She merely had her hands on her hips, but even that was enough to distract you. Her arms where no joke, and you could imagine them wrapped around your waist, the rift of them under the palm of your hands. How'd they feel flexing just as she did to them now–

Wait...why was she flexing?

You looked up to a smug smirk and twinkling eyes. Abby casually flexed once again, just for you to see, and you immediately glared back at her as if to demand she stop teasing you. That made her laugh in the middle of the field...to her teammates confusion, and had you burying your face back into your tablet.

That fucking idiot...

When she asked you out on a date, you'd nearly dropped the electronic.

No–you did drop it, but she caught it with ease, handing it back to you while scratching the back of her head.

"Do you...not want to or...?"

"What? No–yes I mean. Yes I do but–I thought I was like..." You shrugged, clutching the tablet awkwardly.

"Entertainment. Or something. Like you're always teasing me–"

"C'mon I'm not that bad–"

"You just said my earmuffs make me look like Dumbo." Silence followed before the two of you laughed, and Abby shrugged.

"Okay...maybe I am that bad. But I'm serious. You're cute...and you're fun to tease...fun to be around too...so why don't we actually hang out when I'm not covered in dirt and sweat some time?" You grinned at the suggestion, nodding as her lips broke out into a dorky smile in return.

"Sure Abby...I'd like that."

[silverflame2724]

Accidental Martial God WWX

That was exacty what I meant actually but I do have a few more povs if you want.

LQRs reaction to a demonic cultivator ascending, JGS and JGY reaction to the Yin Tiger Tally moving completely out of reach, WQ pondering the true requirements for ascension given WWX doesn't have a golden core yet ascended, WWX musing on Godhood and on his new followers both the good and the more disturbing worshipers.

Maybe LWJ protects the Wen Remnants because WWX asked him to in a dream and after he succeeds (13 years later) he ascends and is finally reunited with WWX.

Lan Qiren did not know what to think. Wei Wuxian, his most troublesome student, a demonic cultivator, had ascended. He’d ascended. How was that even possible? Were the Heavens blind? Why would they allow someone like Wei Wuxian to ascend?

From what Lan Qiren had thought, only those who are righteous and followed the correct path in life like the Lan clan’s founder, Lan An, would be worthy of ascending.

Either the qualifications for ascension were lower than he thought or Lan Qiren had been horribly mistaken about Wei Wuxian’s personality and motivations for using demonic cultivation. That last thought made Lan Qiren feel very uncomfortable.

He’d always been harsh on the boy and disregarded him, even - he ashamedly admitted - punishing him harsher and more frequently than others.

He’d thought he was in the right because of how Wei Wuxian was but…..

But if he was wrong then Lan Qiren owed him an apology.

………………….

Jin Guangshan wanted to scream out in frustration seeing Wei Wuxian ascend. That brat had the Stygian Tiger Seal on him - according to his spies - and now that he ascended, the Seal went with him.

He had had so many plans on bribing Wei Wuxian to his side or killing him when he refused - as well as stealing the Seal - and then taking over the cultivation world, lording over it as he was always meant to be.

Now those plans are ruined. He sighed. Hopefully that bastard son of his can finally prove his usefulness and give him countermeasures or he might retract his favor from him.

……………………

Jin Guangyao’s first thought upon seeing Wei Wuxian ascend was: Oh shit. I have to go make up new plans to help Father.

He knew his father wanted Wei Wuxian and the Seal and didn’t really care how he obtained both or either, just as long as no one traced it back to him. He sighed. This was going to be a big headache. But at least the plans on putting his father as Chief Cultivator were going smoothly. He could only imagine what his father would do to him if even this failed.

..............................

Wen Qing had still been in Yiling, making plans to relocate her family, when the news that Wei Wuxian had ascended had reached her.

Her first reaction was, That’s impossible.

Because it was, right? Wen Qing should know. She cut out his core, after all. But to think he was still able to ascend while he was a demonic cultivator made her wonder what the requirements were for ascending. Perhaps it’s an honest heart? Self-sacrificing tendencies? Or is it a sacrifice of some sorts? She paused. What if.....it was a trial? To test a person’s will? What Wei Wuxian had suffered was.....horrible. Could it have all been just a test from the Heavens?

If that was so, the Heavens really are cru--- 

“A’ Jie, we have to go! Some Jin were spotted nearby!”

Wen Qing gritted her teeth. Members of the branch families of Qishan, regardless of whether they were innocent or not, were captured and subsequently tortured to death by the Jin and sometimes the Nie. Because her family was all in Yiling, they were safe.......but only for now. They had to hurry and escape.

Wen Qing sent a quick prayer to Wei Wuxian, hoping for her family’s safety, and tucked the rest of her belongings in her qiankun pouch, remembering to wrap her arms in bandages to hide the needles she might need to paralyze any Jin that came close.

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Wei Wuxian’s first thought when he landed in the Heavens was, What the fuck.

Then he looked around and looked taken aback and wary at the unfamiliar faces around him. Where the fuck am I?

“Hello.” A rather stoic-faced man greeted.

“Hello.” Wei Wuxian parroted back. The person in front of him didn’t seem to be a threat so he felt a little tension loosen from his shoulders. “Um, Xiansheng? I’m afraid I don’t know where I am?”

“You have just ascended.” The man replied, throwing Wei Wuxian aback.

“Are you pulling my leg?” Wei Wuxian asked. “How is that even possible! I don’t even have---” He swallowed. I don’t even have a core.

“I do not lie. Come, we are wasting time. We must get you washed up and dressed for the induction ceremony.” Seeing Wei Wuxian still frozen, the man sighed, signalled for some people to pick Wei Wuxian up and dragged the struggling man to some quarters.

After absentmindedly washing, drying and changing himself, Wei Wuxian noticed some differences in his body. He wasn’t....cold or hurting anymore. And - he touched his back - he could feel his back! After having his muscles and nerves shredded by Zidian, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to sense touch on his back or even move without pain! But now he can!

He heard the urging of some people and grumbled.

“You will become a god of demonic cultivation.” Was the first thing he heard when he stepped out of the room.

Wei Wuxian choked. “Excuse me?!”

“I said what I said. Now then, if you would please concentrate, you should be able to hear the prayers of the people below.”

Wei Wuxian felt like everything was moving a little too fast for him, but nevertheless complied. Immediately after, a flood of prayers hit him at full force.

“Wei Wuxian!” That was Jiang Cheng! “….Have some fun up there.”

“A’ Xian, do be well. Shijie isn’t there to take care of you so do be well.” Wei Wuxian refused to cry.

“Wei-Xiong! I hope there’s someone up there to supply you with you know what *winks*”

How does someone even wink in their prayers? Wei Wuxian thought amusedly.

“Wei Ying.” That was Lan Zhan. “Wei Ying, I will—be well.”

Ah, Lan Zhan. Always concise even in your thoughts.

Wei Wuxian was a little teary. As much as he was glad to not be a part of the cultivation world considering all the rumors, he did regret leaving behind those that cared for him.

That thought was much more cemented upon hearing…….

“Ah, Lord Wei, the pinnacle of evil, the role model of all demonic cultivators!” Wei Wuxian’s eye twitched. “Please hear my plea for more power! I need it, I need it to destroy everyone who harmed me!”

“Wei Wuxian, I wish to gain power over resentful energy so that I may tear my enemies limb by limb!

“Give me money! You’re a god, aren’t you? Be useful for once and give me some gold!”

“Tch. If I’m going to pray for anything, then it’ll have to be the Seal. You’re a god, now, right? So you have no need for the Seal. Just give it up.”

No matter the good or bad, Wei Wuxian heard the wishes and prayers of the people down below and while some were innocent enough, there were those that wished for death, destruction, tools for torture, power, money, women…….you name it.

It made Wei Wuxian feel a little disgusted with humanity. He cut off his focus from the bad and focused on the prayer he received from his friends and family.

“Wei Wuxian, I heard you became a god.” It was Wen Qing. He hadn’t heard her voice in a long time. “I know this might seem shameless of me after all I did to you, but please. Please guarantee the safety of my family. We’re being hunted down and—”

Her prayer was abruptly cut off, before coming back in full force with notes of desperation. Her family had been captured and taken to Qiongqi Path! Wei Wuxian panicked. He didn’t know how to escape from this place and try to go help her.

The…..person who was watching over him evidently knew what he was thinking about and merely stated that gods cannot interfere with the mortal realm. So he was stuck.

But that didn’t mean he was out of options.

It took a few days, but he managed to wheedle out how to help: via dreams. He merely needed to get into the mind of one of his followers and tell them to help. Much like those prophetic dreams Wei Wuxian had read about as a kid.

So he buckled down, thinking of the best candidate to help him.

……………………………

Lan Wangji looked at the landscape around him and concluded that he was dreaming. Though, it was a little odd that he was aware that he was dreaming. Not that he hasn’t realized he was dreaming before - especially in those many fantasies he had of Wei Ying - but to be aware that this is a dream and to see nothing but a flat landscape was pretty out of the ordinary. 

Anyway, he digressed. What was going on?

“Uhh, Lan Zhan? Can you hear me?”

“W-Wei Ying?!” Lan Wangji couldn’t be blamed for stuttering. He wasn’t expecting this!

“Phew. Oh good, you can hear me. Anyway, Lan Zhan, I gotta be quick about this because I’m kinda sorta bending the rules here, but do you think you can go to Qiongqi Path and rescue Wen Qing and her family?”

“Okay.”

“Huh? Just like that? Not even going to ask me for a reason, er-gege?”

Lan Wangji’s ears flushed red at the address. “If Wei Ying wants to save them, you must have a good reason. That’s enough for me.”

“Ah, Hanguang-Jun.” The title was spoken fondly. “Always so good. I’ll tell you anyway. Wen Qing and her family sheltered Jiang Cheng and I after Lotus Pier fell and even brought back Jiang-shushu and Yu-furen’s bodies! That’s a debt I cannot repay.”

“I understand. I will help.”

He couldn’t see Wei Ying, but could practically feel the amusement from him.

“Wei Ying.”

“Yes?”

“Are......Are you well?”

“Of course I am. I’m actually feeling so much better than before.” Wei Ying grumbled, “I’m not even in pain anymore.”

“You were in pain?” Lan Wangji asked worriedly. “Wei Ying, why didn’t you say anything.”

“Lan Zhan, there was nothing you or anyone else could do to alleviate my pain. It doesn’t matter now. I’m okay.”

Lan Wangji was still worried and wanted to speak to him more, but---

“Ah! Looks like my time’s up!” Wei Ying exclaimed cheerfully as the dreamscape wavered. “See you, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji nodded. “See you, Wei Ying.” I’ll catch up to you soon.

.

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And 13 years later, Lan Wangji kept his promise.

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I didn’t edit this so I’m hoping there’s not too many grammatical errors lol. 

[obraveyouth]

❛    shockin' this da first nick' i been given' that ain't be some destiny or hero shit. �� the dirty blond's retort isn't evil nor meant to be cruel, just a simple statement, a matter of fact. so it kind of taught link off-guard when asked to address the rabbit as well... something hero and destiny related. but as long as it was not he; link amused he couldn't judge couldn't question why. who knows he could be staring at a living legend. all fluffy furred in hues of fuchsia. ah yes, the 'legend of one little hero bun' and at this link laughed at his own thoughts.

link would very welcome anything that didn't tie him to aeon chosen heroism. something that was all him and not the will of gods or destiny or some other third factor that the youth was sure would just further serve to cause him mental distress in one way or another eventually. ❛    farm boy? its perfect lil' guy-- its me. ❜ before that ill-fated day that was all link saw himself as ( all link still saw himself as ): he was a ranch hand, a shepherd, and honestly? link wishes he could've remained just that.

still though, link's eyes go wide when legend says he's never seen a horse. it just further proved his thoughts that the tiny fellow definitely was not from ordonina at all, but then just where did he come from and why? but then he listens more and his unaired questions are promptly and... the fuck?

there had to be some kind of 'meeting other incarnations of your soul' quota and surely, link had already fucking exceeded it by meeting, befriending, and becoming a disciple of his makeshift ancestor. maybe the ramblings of ganondorf had been right, maybe this really was all some divine prank and link was simply entertainment fodder for the old gods. even so, getting to meet other versions of him, who're also probably torn from a simple life from a calling, a destiny they never signed up for. well, it eased the hollowness in his bones and the traumas of his heart. maybe indeed not a prank but a divine intervention, an atonement from the golden three of the scared realm.

❛    you sure was hungry huh? want seconds? ❜ he asks before giving another slew of carrots onto the dish of the rosey transfigured one. in his wolf form, link could eat more than usual but that wasn't saying much as he could already eat a lot ( saving the world took a lot of energy ): he quickly ladles stew into his own bowl, reaching into a special container under his floorboards to snag some pieces of heavily aged and salted raw beef. link gulfs down the first bowl before making himself another, this time with more raw meat since the other man... puff ball hadn't seemed to judge his oddities. ❛    so dis shit just regular--for us? the whole hero chosen by destiny? being turned into animals? ❜ currently, the hero of twilight’s tally stood at: one hero pulled through time and transfigured by donning magical masks that held the spirits and wills of their previous being ( his mind pulled an eureka and link would have to ask shade if those masks and that land of sameness, of termina could be connected to the fused shadow--to the twilight ): another ( by some design to save hyrule no doubt ): had to take the form of a bunny rabbit, and link, a beast of dusk. truly, the will of the golden goddesses and fate was something link never wanted to understand ( he was sure he never would ).

❛    i got turnt intoa blue eyed graywolf but now sumtimes i favor it or other thangs, ❜ link gestures to the large amounts raw meat mixed in with his hodgepodge of cooked vegetables. ❛ how ya gets stuck though? no magical object to do it whenevea ya wants? ❜ perhaps link is glad midna had let him keep the shadow crystal before she left the light, shattering the tool that linked them. perhaps it wasn't all bad.

it wasn’t like this was the first time he had met someone who had understood him. in fact it didn’t even dawn on him that most people couldn’t understand him. when he mentioned that his name was linked to too, it made sense to him. the heroes so far all seemed to have the ability to understand him in this form. that epona was pretty but he never seen a horse before at least not in his time.

the towel was warm & the fire place was inviting. by the time link was finished wiping him down, his fur had really puffed out. he looked like a fluffy meatball. [ “never seen a horse before…”] he replies but it was good to know that they didn’t eat bunnies. the stew smelled good.

this guy was another link. all in all he seemed nice besides his favorite activity to humiliate the bunny hero. [ ‘if you insist on a name, call me legend.’ ] he finally replied feeling slightly annoyed at being called little again. maybe he should come up with a nickname for this guy? [ ‘maybe i should call you farm boy?’ ]

his stomach did another growl at the smell of the stew. now that lunch was ready, his ears popped up. legend began to brush his hair down from how much it puffed out. maybe after lunch he would start to feel better about the situation.

[ ‘this isn’t my true form. i am a swordsman. sometimes i get stuck in this form but since you are another chosen hero. it’s not surprising you understand me.’ ]

he finally hopped out of the towel & shook out his fur. thankfully he did puff up like a powder puff again. legend waited for the food to be served, his nose wiggling & his ears sticking up. the moment it was set in front of him, quickly ate the carrots. fresh carrots were always the best.

[hyenahunt]

Bogie Time: The Jeering of the Jesters - 8

Writer: Akira

Season: Summer

Characters: Ibara, Hajime

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Sophie + Skyress (ENG)

Translation: nazunyan427 & haranami

Ibara: (Thinking back on how crappy my life has been just makes me feel like shit. Considering all the hardships I’ve had to endure, even being “normal” feels like a great privilege.)

[Two days later. The 4th day of Bogie Time, “StarPro Day”]

Ibara: (Is this truly alright?)

(So far, we've yet to deal with any issues troublesome enough to suspend the project, and Bogie Time is progressing smoothly.)

(There were plenty of things I wasn’t used to at the start, but it feels as though I’ve more or less gotten the hang of everything. I make fewer blunders now.)

(Due to the volatility of the rankings, along with the daily orders and punishment games…)

(We’ve managed to keep things relatively interesting.)

(As idols, we’re doing our jobs properly. That can’t be denied.)

(If we continue producing good results, we can consider this show to be an achievement instead of a blight on our careers, which will help us in the future.)

(We’ll certainly be able to fulfill our duties.)

(But is this truly alright? Is it sufficient for us to simply do our jobs, no more and no less?)

(If this isn’t “the right answer” — if His Excellency, the plan’s mastermind, isn’t satisfied…)

(There’s a chance I’ll have to deal with surprise attacks like this time and time again in the future—)

Hajime: Saegusa-senpai~♪

I mean, Ibanyan! ♪ Sorry to keep you waiting! I finished following the order for this morning— “A bento made by your adorable girlfriend”!

Ibara: ……

Hajime: H-Huh? Are you all right? You’re spaced out a bit right there—ah, you’re tired, aren’t you?

Ibara: No, I’m simply not used to being called Ibanyan; it took me a while to register who you were speaking to.

Hajime: Ahaha. Still, that’s what we have to do.

At the end of each day, all of the points each team earned are tallied up and the rule is that the team with the least points is subject to a penalty game.

And since our team was ranked the lowest yesterday, now we’ve got to call each other by the nicknames they instructed.

Ibara: Indeed. However, considering how we can only receive luxurious prizes on the final day, I can’t help but feel that it’s a little odd for punishment games to be held every day.

Hajime: If you’d rather not do it, then we should just avoid last place. Let’s keep our spirits up and give it our all!

As things are now, there’s such a huge difference in points between us and the highest ranking team that a complete turnaround might be a little tough.

But if we just give up, then the game’s as good as over.

Ibara: Yes... Ah, I see. Perhaps that’s another reason why the punishment games are carried out daily.

Hajime: Hm? What do you mean?

Ibara: Even if one loses spirit because they’re too far behind the other teams, they can keep their motivation at a high due to the looming threat of being forced to play a punishment game.

I’m sure the feeling of “I can’t win, but I at least want to avoid being penalized” is sufficient encouragement.

Hajime: Aha, I get it. There was some sort of game like that, wasn’t there? Where you get possessed by the God of Poverty, or something.

Ibara: “The God of Poverty”?

Hajime: Once he starts haunting you, everything starts to go wrong and you start losing money at an alarming rate.

That sounded pretty scary when I was younger. We genuinely worried about money a lot back then.

Ibara: Hm… Now that I think of it, Shino-shi— I mean, Jimenyan. You had a rather humble upbringing, correct?

Did people bully you in the past, calling you the God of Poverty and such?

(He certainly is the type of person that one almost can’t help but tease.)

Hajime: Oh no, most people around me are really nice, kind people. There were a couple of meanies, but Tomoya-kun always stood up for me.

Ibara: Hm. I’m almost jealous that you had someone to protect you.

All I could do was try to fend for myself. Day after day, I was forced to learn many different things, such as how it feels to punch someone’s front teeth out.

Hajime: …...

Ibara: ...That was merely a joke, of course.

Hajime: A-Ahaha. You do say some things that startle me a bit, Ibanyan.

Ibara: (That was close… For some reason, I keep letting my guard down around him, mentioning unnecessary details.)

(Now that we’re living in the same room, my scent has been transferred to him; perhaps I’m subliminally mistaking him for part of myself.)

(People often have similar delusions about their families and such.)

In any case, you fulfilled today’s morning order alone, Jimenyan. Is that truly alright with you?

Hajime: Oh, yes. You seemed tired, so I thought you might be better off taking a little rest… Oh but, maybe I shouldn’t have made assumptions?

Ibara: Not at all. I’m very grateful for your consideration. Day after day, we have to constantly follow these ridiculous orders; I hardly had time to breathe…

So I wished for a short reprieve from all these unfamiliar tasks we’ve been forced into doing.

(I also thought this would be a good opportunity to get some work done without Jimenya… Shino-shi around.)

(We are being constantly recorded, but it was likely that the cameras would go after him because he was fulfilling the order.)

(However, things turned out contrary to what I expected.)

(They made this into a short segment called “Saegusa-kun’s Breaktime” and sent ES idols to disturb me.)

(It appears His Excellency has seen right through me…)

(Even though it’s been getting harder and harder for me to understand what he’s thinking.)

Hajime: ...I think you’re still tired after all, Ibanyan. I'm really sorry. It must be because I keep dragging us down.

Ibara: No, not at all. If anything, I should be the one apologizing.

You’re working hard to fulfill the orders whilst still being so considerate as to give me time to take a break.

From a completely objective point of view, you’re doing very well. To be perfectly honest, I thought you were a bit unreliable at the start, but I’ve long since changed my opinion.

You’re a wonderful partner, and one whom I can wholeheartedly trust.

Hajime: …...♪

Ibara: (Hm. He always balks at flattery, but he seems to accept praise — or rather, objective, unembellished evaluations — with ease.)

(What a strange person he is. Perhaps people of his character are often found in the world, but…)

(I’ve never met anyone like him before. Not even once.)

(That might be a great misfortune.)

(Thinking back on how crappy my life has been just makes me feel like shit. Considering all the hardships I’ve had to endure, even being “normal” feels like a great privilege.)

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Kloktober day 4: A favorite headcanon 

Summary: Toki and Magnus being envious of each other’s physical traits 

Characters: Toki and Magnus (contains hammertooth)

Read below, or on Ao3

“You gots such nice hair,” Toki mused as he ran a comb through the bottom-most part of Magnus' long hair. 

The two sat blissfully under the stretching, honeysuckle afternoon light. Magnus rested at the foot of the couch, one leg raised and barely contained by the force of his arm. The other lay straight ahead, heel bouncing under the occasional tug brought on by a knot. Sitting on the couch, with his legs spread and eyes aimed at a particularly large clump of tangled hair, was Toki. 

“Excuse me?” Magnus commented. He’d have turned, but Toki grabbed another portion of his hair and held it tightly in his grip before beginning the comb down on the bottom half. A pressure gathered at his roots, but there was hardly any pain to be had. Toki was an expert at keeping the pain at bay. 

“I says you gots nice hair.” 

“You’ve just spent the last fifteen minutes trying to comb it,” Magnus retorted with a sly glint. “And you’re not done.”

“So? Just cause it ams super thick doesn’t mean it isn’t goods.” Toki pressed his nose into the center of Magnus’ crown. “I likes it. I wish I hads hair like yours.” 

“You want hair that plugs the drains?” Magnus inquired with a lift of his brow. “Or hair that frizzes at the slightest change of the weather?” 

“I wants hair what is so thick and you can does anything with it,” Toki replied with a chuckle, then dragged the comb through  the ends of Magnus’ locks. “And hair what’s you don’ts got to wash every other days cause it gets all oily.” 

“I’d rather have your hair,” Magnus confessed through a bashful smile. Through the prickly of humility, he added, “hair that’s soft and doesn’t take hours to wash, dry and sort.” 

“Yeah, but your hair will last forever.” 

Magnus held in a snort. “I doubt you’re gonna go bald anytime soon.” 

Toki sank to rest against Magnus. With a whisper, he said, “My dad already lost most of his hair by the times I was borns.”

“Shit, really?” 

“Yeah,” Toki replied nervously. “So be reals happy you has lots of beautiful hair.”

“Beautiful, huh.” Magnus sat, a bit besides himself. 

“Yeps,” Toki said, then, concluding with a peck on the cheek, added, “Thinks Toki was joking when I says you looks so cool? Alright, now hold your breath–you gots one last tangles here, and it ams pretty tights-looking.” 

“Uh, sure.” Magnus shut his eyes in preparation for the eventual tug. By now, the subtle warmth that hit the front of his face was now spreading down to his neck. Toki had always been the more complimentary one, but Magnus always presumed it to be a natural inclination of his. He never thought that Toki, a man he easily considered to be the winner of a genetic lottery, was jealous of something he possessed. Well, perhaps jealousy was the correct word. More like…equally covetous? 

And how many times had Toki mentioned how cool he looked, and of those times, how often did he push the compliment aside, summing it up to politeness? 

“Always thought you had the better bod,” he commented softly. Cracks of blurry light pierced into his vision as he slowly reopened his eyes. 

“Aw, thanks.” Toki pulled out the dead strands from the comb’s teeth. “But I already knows that.”

Magnus tilted his head back. “Oh, did you?”

Toki narrowed his eyes as he knelt down. “I sees the way you sneaks a peek at me. You thinks you are being clevers, but you’re not.” 

Magnus nipped the tip of his tongue. He knew he wasn't as cautious as he used to be, but enough for Toki to keep tally? Nevertheless, he scoffed at the innocent accusation. “Then you know I ain’t being facetious.”

“Huh?”

“I mean,” Magnus corrected himself. He paused, letting Toki finish with his work and massage oil into the drier ends of his curls. “I guess it means we’re fools who want what we can’t have. Even though we technically already have it.” 

Toki snickered behind him. “Gay.” 

Magnus peered over his shoulder. “Just a little. Anyways, am I done?” 

Toki jumped onto his knees. With a bounce, he replied. “Yep!” 

“Cool.” Magnus came to stand. He looked at the medium sized hairball collected and resting by the large comb. He grabbed a freshly oiled lock of hair and ran it through his fingers. “You, uhh, want me to do you?”

“Huh?” Toki pressed a finger tightly against his bottom lip before gradually making the connection. Once his eyes followed Magnus’ to the comb, he brightened. “Oh. Oh, yeah!” 

Toki left the couch and with both hands offered it to Magnus. He scuttled to the floor, crossing his legs together with complete resolve. No comment about the fact that his hair was almost always perfect and did not require the same attention Magnus’s hair did. 

But then, both were more than aware of that.

[katsukikitten]

A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would. 

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air. 

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you. 

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung. 

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash. 

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top. 

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest. 

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no. 

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior. 

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper. 

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win. 

But he didn't have to know that. 

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench. 

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see." 

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily. 

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city. 

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on. 

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously. 

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him. 

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall. 

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape. 

"Wow. You look…" 

"Tai, I know, I look...different." 

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look." 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody. 

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease. 

Slowly you were coming to hate it. 

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors. 

"Ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm. 

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced. 

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile. 

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head. 

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end. 

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?" 

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret. 

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass." 

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers 

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!" 

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots. 

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses. 

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses. 

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead." 

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are. 

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this. 

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core. 

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size. 

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied. 

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux. 

"You look flushed...you seem out of it." 

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross. 

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again. 

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up. 

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away. 

And maybe you would, you felt like you could. 

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint. 

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers. 

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak. 

To confess. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?" 

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.  

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite. 

"Please Tai, pleeeasse." 

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you. 

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile. 

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him. 

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it. 

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night." 

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin. 

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…" 

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum.  But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10. 

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours. 

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note. 

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently. 

"Happy new year baby." 

[badgirlcovenrep]

My thoughts on Motherland Fort Salem: Ep. 6: "My 3 Dads"

- whew... this is gonna be a long one, this episode had SO MUCH going on

- I thought cape lady was Scylla for a second ngl

- this is like... way too much spree. Like- WAY too much

- the "bleed for freedom" speech is pretty poignant tho. Like, they're not wrong and that's what makes the Spree so scary to me

- I can see why witches would give their lives to the Spree with how the world is going for them and that's why they're so powerful

- tally is seeing through Alder's lies! My cinnamon roll will bring waste upon the U.S military herself and I'm SO here for it!

- so they hate Alder in the Cession? That brought me so any questions

- If the Cession is mostly native American is there some historical beef between alder and the first nations?

- when alder gave them the cession in exchange for biddyship like eliot said was it done as peacefully as alder implied? We know she could definitely cover up smth like this

- did she do something shady to get the biddies?

- They need Charvel's blood? How long has she been dead at this point? Does she even still have blood? I'm so confused

- love abigail and adil being rebelious together tho. They're so hot. I'm a sucker for bi couples

- i also think it's nice to see adil be so cool and outspoken, he's definitely different nowadays

- abigail's dads are so cute but i do not trust them

- can they legit leave abigail alone? Like they won't stop for A SECOND to acknowledge she's still traumatized from being hunted and almost killed but they want her to honor her family by being a glorified incubator for the army? Fuck THAT

- this handfasting thing makes me so MAD, literally EWWW

- Shane killed tiffany's parents... honestly i'm glad Scylla killed that psycho

- he deserved to die and Scylla did Brianna a favor idc what anacostia says

- he was definitely gonna groom his daughter into the Camarilla she's better off away from this mess

- hopefully bonnie and her get to have a normal life now

- I also fully support Tiffany going with the Dodgers

- they're truly the only pacifists out of this whole show

- and like Scylla said, if she goes there, she has a chance to actually choose for herself what she wants to do

- if she went with the military she'd be like, instantly conscripted, and she deserves to choose if she wants that

- #justicefortiffany

- so Raelle is only going to find out Willa is alive when she sees the bitch, huh? Okay. Okay, yeah. I'm fine...

- not really I'm dying inside this meeting is gonna be SO UGLY

- like if she found out first she'd have sometime to think about it, now she's just going to have to deal with it on the spot and that is NOT going to help

- the conflicting feelings are going to be delicious though, she's going to feel happy and relieved that her mom is alive but also probably be so hurt and angry that she left them to mourn her all this time I'm so nervous for all this

- beanie!Tally has my whole entire heart

- I don't like Anacostia being back with Alder but I guess she wasn't ready for all this shit

- scylla is way more of a little shit than she predicted

- I already love Gwen. I was hoping we'd get to meet Willa's unit at some point, wonder what happened to the third one

- cool to see her use the same off-canon work as Raelle tho, still curious to know where that came from

- love adil literally not caring about Abigail's family's dumb traditions

- also I hate her dads now

- like calling witches MARES??? What is wrong with these people?? Do they not see how wrong this is? 🤢🤢

- they literally KNOW they're treating Abigail like a freaking animal to be bred

- this is so disgusting I stg and so very reminiscent of how women were treated back in the day, like baby incubators

- did- did this show jus imply Abigail was made in an orgy...

- kinda liked seeing willa be so nice to tiffany, you can definitely see she has a lot of maternal traits abt her

- it MUST eat Scylla alive a bit that Tiffany lost her parents just like she lost hers

- the Camarilla keeping kids in animal cages and feeding them dog food is literally so vile. Eliot didn't have to go THERE, but he did and it makes this all so much scarier

- it's like willa said tho, they're doing this bc they're literally so scared of witches they won't even go for grown up ones

- we saw how they ran like little bitches when the lights went off at the party

- they're all just cowards

- on another note. "Bedtime for tally" lol

- YESSS put it all together, TALLY!! My baby is gonna start a rebellion I can feel it!

- was not expecting Nicte to still be alive tho

- in my head the flashbacks were WAY older

- Petra is being such a bitch to Abigail I stg. She said she'd change in episode 1 and she's only getting worse

- was not expecting granny Minerva to side with Abigail on this but literally GO OFF, LITERAL QUEEN OF PERFECT MICROBRAIDS

- YA'LL RAELLE IS SINGING. RAELLE IS SINGING STFU THIS IS SO PERFECT.

- if we don't get Raelle serenading Scylla by the end of this show what's even the point

- AND eliot said she was thinking about Scylla aaaaaaaa

- she deserved those dad hugs, I'm so sad she still thinks her mom's dead tho

- watching tip: go back on the scene Alder is getting her throat burned and just watch the biddies roll around dramatically on the floor. You don't have to thank me. I was laughing hard at that

- I had a feeling Raelle was gonna get taken but STILL JESUS THAT SCENE

- it scared me so much and poor Tally tried to save her 😔

- ya'll get what THIS means right??

- Scylla and willa are gonna HAVE to go get her

- there's no way they won't

- I'm 100% not ready for next week but I want it sooo bad