#Their flaws are so fun to toy with

[nomsfaultau]

(Potentially) Daily ask №5

Philza edition!

Stares at him with a mix of hesitation confusion fear disgust respect and concern, hhhhhh I have some feelings about that guy. I put him off as the last character to get an ask cause I genuinely didn't know much about him and cause I didn't really like him either. But here we go!

I can't tell how powerful he actually is. Because the foundation has these things called reality anchors which it canonically traps the reality bending entities with. And Phil was still walking around freely and was powerful enough to make contracts with. But if the reality anchors didn't work on him cause he's so powerful, why didn't he just, yk, break his collected out immediately?

Does he genuinely not understand how traumatizing is a lot of the lovely murder sprees he goes on are, at least for Tommy from what I've read? Like, yeah he's a god but surely he must've researched psychology enough to understand that it's highly stressful?

Are there any repercussions to using his godly powers? Perhaps that's why he doesn't use them often. Loss of humanity?

Why does he actually cling to his humanity via collecting people? Seems like a very illogical and unproductive thing to do if you don't want to get manipulated or hurt in other ways over it.

..I don't have any gift for him but uh.. 👍 good job keeping them alive, dude?

Thanks! I wrote him to be a very complicated guy. This one will dip into some of the deep lore behind the magic system that isn’t entirely explored in Fault bc well the main characters have more pressing problems.

1 and 4 since theyre impossible to untangle. What scp lore I use is up in the air honestly, but Philza is not a reality bender. The Blood God would count as one, though that’s mostly in the ‘unfortunate accidents’ department, and Wilbur very much is a reality. Well breaker but still. Luckily the Foundation doesnt realize he’s an Apollyon since Wilbur keeps that thing locked down anyway. Creatures like Phil are what I personally call Conceptuals, which are personifications of two ideas. They get a lot of names in Fault tho, since it covers Philza, The Blood God, Wilbur’s voidlings, etc. These entities are not real* in the same way a person is, as they lack a body and usually have to anchor onto a vessel. They are beings purely made of a soul, and thus are more controlled by the components of a soul -Memories, Emotions, Name, Bonds. People and Real things meanwhile are more than their essence, and can do stuff like change, act out of character, and most pertinent to this question, break their promises. A person has a body to anchor them but an unbound soul is compelled to complete it be it a bargain, challenge, vow, pulled along by their Bonds. Voidlings to their bargains, The Blood God to his challengers, so on.

Philza is a special case, because he is an entity so powerful that he made himself Real. That’s not a vessel he’s using like The Blood God; he made himself into an actual person. And because he has made himself Real, unlike every other god/void/entity he technically can break his promises. But he doesn’t, because Bonds with his Collected chain him to personhood (and it would be a crappy ethical dilemma if he doesn’t have an actual choice). Philza is like actually billions of years old, and humanity is a blink to him if he doesn’t force himself to live in the present. He can’t care about everyone because they’re dead so fast, but he can become attached to a very select few to anchor him. It took millions of years to overcome his essence enough to even be fully sapient, let alone feel human enough to become one since his form reflects how he feels. Like imagine trying to get in the head space of an ant so completely that you become one. Without Collected, it’s harder for Phil to maintain his personhood though he can probably manage a couple decades without one. And having fought so hard to be a person, Phil isn’t willing to lose it, since again it took millions of years last time and humanity could be gone by that point. As a person he gets to be so much more than an embodiment of fire and fury, is able to change who he is, has purpose and goals and cares beyond the mindless rage he used to be. He gets to be real, all for the low low price of loving and being loved by others. Who the hell wouldn’t? So Philza would sacrifice anything to maintain the Collected system, his promises, and thus his personhood.

And unfortunately his current Collected are suffering for that long term goal. Philza made the Collected Contract with the Foundation because all his Collected were captured and short of setting the entire world on fire he couldn’t find them. Philza is a very destructive guy, but he adores humanity, so that wasn’t really on the table. So he made a promise to the Foundation, and had to follow it or risk unraveling himself. It’s a slippery slope fallacy, but in eternity once you’ve done something once you’re guaranteed to do it infinite times, or so goes Phil’s logic. In his own words: “Morals are a slippery slope. That’s why I made myself a ledge. A precipice so I can know where I need to stop before I fall entirely.” In his mind to snap even one promise gives him free rein to break the next, and the next, each easier to justify than the last until there really is nothing tethering him to his own sapience. The only tenet Philza has is to keep is promises, because he doesn’t know if he can remain a person otherwise.

He doesn’t break his Collected out. He can’t unless he breaks himself.

2. Philza has no morals because in his opinion an immortal can’t have any; what is considered ethical will only shift out beneath you like sand as society changes. He generally aligns with the ethical framework that his Collected have at the time, and Wilbur and The Blade are pretty fine with murder so he’s lenient on that front currently, whereas with his last Collected he was a clean and proper stay at home roommate, his white picket fence completely free of blood stains…until the Foundation ruined that. Philza personally doesn’t have much care for human lives beyond his Collected given they’re just going to die in not even a century anyway. That isn’t to say he isn’t aware of murder being bad/ traumatizing to some people. In fact, prior to the Foundation Philza and the rest took pains to sanitize themselves for Tommy’s visits, cremating the evidence, burning the blood off their hands, etc. They were being actively hunted down and are trying to protect themselves, but also letting a kid see what that life is fully like, all the fear and violence of it, is messed up. Perhaps they sheltered him too much. Tommy didn’t know how to recognized he was being followed.

Once in the Foundation, Philza is less cautious about it, though technically is committing far less murder due to the Collected Covenent. He’s practically behaving himself. Philza makes two mistakes in the Hallway Massacre: 1. Tommy’s killed like so so many people at that point so he doesn’t think it’s a problem, especially as he’s murdering Foundation workers who have hurt Tommy. 2. Philza thinks the Foundation has broken their promise and so he’s free. Technically he’s correct, but the Foundation lies well enough that he later regards the Hallway massacre as a mistake, mostly for political rather than traumatizing Tommy reasons. Philza views the Foundation as a far greater source of trauma for Tommy, and all the murder was for the purpose of breaking Tommy out and so justified to him.

In truth, Tommy had already caused as much carnage as he saw during the Hallway Massacre by that time, albeit likely in smaller, more spaced out batches. The reason that moment stuck with Tommy so much was because he saw it as the consequences of choices he made rather than something he was forced to do. Moreso, all his time in the Foundation he’d been told they were violent monsters that would slaughter humanity without reason. This directly conflicted with Tommy’s experience of being forced and forcing others to be violent; until, of course, Philza proved the Foundation right.

In Later massacres during the amnestic arc Philza wasn’t aware he even had Collected that could be traumatized, and anyway only Tubbo was really there to see it. Any later murders on Phil’s part are typically in battles. He does recognize that Tommy doesn’t prefer to fight, and honestly Phil prefers that he doesn’t too since Tommy getting captured mid battle is how the whole group got picked off one by one. Tommy tends not to see most of the fighting. Philza recognizes that Tubbo abhors murder and would ideally solve that through smoking them to sleep through battles so they don’t get traumatized via their partial omnipresence. But Tubbo refuses bc of moral principles or whatever, and so Phil can’t minimize much trauma there without acting against their expressed boundaries, and since the majority of his Collected want to fight and he refuses to let them be killed/hurt/captured, murder time it is. Potentially if they were on better terms he’d smoke Tubbo anyway on the grounds that it’s better for their mental health, but Philza feels ant present Tubbo wouldn’t understand he’s ‘acting in their best interest’.

3. One large factor is that it’s very hard to be a mile long dragon inside of a itty bitty room, although much like he pretends to be human Philza is likewise only pretending to be a dragon. And also it’s hard to hug his tiny little mortals when he’s big. Plus while his Collected are immune to his fire, the smoke generated from burning matter can be hazardous unless it’s hot enough to be a complete combustion.

And unless his human form is killed (which takes an awful lot of effort) Philza can only switch forms through reframing his entire mental schema. His inner world controls his body, and switching between believing you’re a human and a dragon is quite difficult, let alone reverting to his uncontrolled true essence which Philza takes great pains not to do. It’s a tricky balance between loosening his self imposed reigns and fully unbridling his self. Too much and he might lose sapience altogether. When feeling untethered to his humanity, he does also become more draconian. Philza finds it easier to go from dragon to human since all that’s doing is adding more chains, and you can’t really go overboard with that. Though it is certainly easier to go between a human and dragon, which are pretty similar if you think about it what with their brains and meat and what not, than between an animal and fire/fury incarnate.

4. Answered above. And yes it is all illogical to some extent, since love rarely is purely rational. But immortality would be hell without other people. Going insane is even less rational, so Philza picks the former.

5. Philza sweeps a bow. It is unclear if it’s sarcastic. He then pulls out a wallet, which upon opening dumps out long rows of photos, and tries to corner you to gush about his kids. He is a dorky dad first and a deplorable threat to society second.

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

[sysig]

What makes a villain a villain for you? Idk very broad question no wrong answers to it

I tend to conflate "villain" and "antagonist" - or at least antagonistic, if they're a main character like Charm is haha - someone who impedes others, who seeks to do harm, who is in some way uncontrollable and therefore dangerous. I also tend to like villains that have someone or something to rage against, very Megamind haha - "If there's bad, good will rise up against it."

Villains can be as complex or simplistic as you like, which is very fun! Some villains like to be evil for funsies! Some are tortured! Some don't realize that what they're doing is harmful! Yves is great example of a BBEG who has only good intentions imo (and coincidentally, is also modeled after my own ADHD lol, I have something of a soft spot for dysregulated villains haha)

One of my favourite aspects of the True Villainy AU, and kind of Just Desserts S2 as a whole, is how different types of villains look and move in that world - Charm was seduced by thoughts of revenge that stemmed from loneliness and bitterness, where Kaiein is a manipulative asshole who gets his kicks from causing chaos from the sidelines. Their motivations are very different, but they both do harm, and are both stopped! Villains ✨

[cursedthing]

[stumbles into the room covered in blood all scratched up and disheveled] hey guys so i just finished playing pesterquest. what the fuck

[synthetic-sonata]

i wanna get back into writing solo shit again but its like a "where do i start" thing and also i feel to tired most days to open google docs and just write . this is why rp is the superior writing based medium for me, solo shits a little bit too lonely

[deer-diary-from-hell]

Redesigned all of the Dandy world (+my take on the game)

”But Liam/deer didn’t you alr posted these-“

you didn’t see anything.

HEADCANONING TIME WWOOOOO

I like to think that ALMOST all of the toons just think they’re just playing a game of tag while collecting ichor like it’s a “capture the flag” thing. It’s in their blood (or ichor) to just be a bunch of childish and playful creatures, they are MADE for kids so it’s not really out of character of them to NOT think that twisteds are dangerous let alone kill them which cause them to see things differently (literally)

(still talking about this👆) If you start the game at first it’s all bright and colorful like something you would see out of a kid’s show, there’s happy music playing in the background all fun and games! Until you get hit by a twisted and lose a heart. Thats when the reality kicks in. Music stops as the colors slowly go back to the sad reality of an abandoned studio/daycare. These twisteds weren’t playing.. they were trying to kill you. This effect is irreversible even if you go back to full health. The shine in their eyes are gone. They aren’t laughing anymore, this isn’t funny. They’re scared.

(Note to self, each toon will have a traumatized look on their face after getting injured and will stay traumatized even after being healed+also applies to a toon when they witness a death of another toon)

I like to think that the twisted are like a “Failed” version of a toon, a toon that wasn’t the exact replica of itself so, it was locked away in the underground as it contorts into it’s biggest flaw(s) might design the twisteds if I feel like it.

If a toon witnessed another toon getting hit they’ll still be oblivious but concerned for their fellow friend

The twisteds prob growls and snarls due to their throats being filled with nothing but ichor, constantly leaking from their mouths as they try to kill you out of jealousy that YOU don’t get to be thrown away like a broken toy and instead cherished by children while they were called a mistake and now you’re going to experience the same pain they went through.

on a lighter note, the toons stole the clothes they’re wearing from the lost and found shortly after being abandoned and threw away their old clothes.

dandy needs those tapes so he doesn’t turn into a twisted. He wants to protect his friends from himself.

Ichor while being dangerous can be used to bring back a dead toon, only dandy knows this. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the toon doesn’t remember how they died after being revived

All toons are asexual. (Gets booed off the stage)

Do you think toons are desperate for interactions after being abandoned for god knows how long.

Astro, Vee and Shelly are the ones who don’t have the “fake reality” sight going on and knows that they’re actually in danger although for Shelly she’s sorta in denial (and ig Teagan and Rodger too? But the both of them just thinks that the twisteds aren’t really that dangerous and thought they wont kill their fellow toons)

might add more hcs soon but prob in later posts

Guys please ask for hcs for any toons you like please I’m begging on my knees I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING.

[kozumelts]

i think katsuki gravitates towards stability while dating. he’d go through hell and back for someone he loved, yeah, but only if he really had to. he’s had more than enough excitement in his life, and with the nature of his work, i imagine he’d be drawn to someone calm, honest; someone he can trust to be there. to stay, in spite of all he cannot bear in himself.

we know vulnerability doesn’t come easy for him, but we also know it’s something he needs. it takes everything inside him to open up, to trust, to just be. it takes everything in him to learn to be loved—and he pours his entire being into loving.

to toy with his trust would be unforgiveable.

loving katsuki can’t be a game. a push and pull dynamic would frustrate the hell out of him. it might be fun for a little while, sure—lord knows the tension would hurt so good—but his heart wouldn’t survive it.

i think katsuki needs something nurturing and kind and gentle and patient! a love with no expectations! the kind of love that says yes: i love you, flaws and all, i love you and every version of yourself you will grow to be!

[ilovejoo]

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habits they get from dating you; enhypen

word count: 1.5k warnings: n/a gn!reader a/n: like & reblog & follow for more; new blog here lol THANK U FOR READINGG

heeseung

always looking for you in a crowd to make sure you were doing okay, even if the situation doesn't call for worry

at parties, he can't help but scan the room to look for your familiar eyes. were you doing okay? were you having fun?

when performing while you're in the audience, he looks for your approval in the crowds while also ensuring that you were safe. was his singing as good as the singing he shows you at 3am on the living room couch? were you being trampled by his fans?

this type of habit that he developed is something he really can't help: though he trusts you to take care of yourself, he just wants the best for you.

subconsciously putting food on your plate before he takes his own

this can mean sneaking an extra choco pie into his pocket from a en-o-clock episode site or grilling the meat and placing it on your plate for you during kbbq nights. he grabs the first slice of pizza for you, reaches for the best piece of pie for you, and makes sure you have food to eat before he starts taking and shoving his own food into his mouth, even though everyone knows how much he values eating.

he saves the first, last, and best bites for you. if he knows you like a certain side dish, he'll move his onto your plate.

jay

making meals for two rather than one, or eight rather than the seven of his group

he got so used to cooking for you that even when you aren't there, he finds himself making a bigger meal than he used to out of habit.

two servings of ramen- damn, he only meant to make it for himself, but he added two on accident since two is the amount he makes every time.

whenever he's cooking, naturally he adds a few scoops extra of each ingredient without even thinking; caring for you and making sure you have food to eat is something he does subconsciously.

calling you "my" when talking to other people, as in "my baby," "my y/n," "my darling"

you overheard him talking to jungwon while referring to you as "my y/n," and you felt your heart skip a beat. "my y/n baked me a cupcake the other day!" or "my darling studied all night for their exam, i hope they aren't too tired."

the way you both know that he is yours and you are his is something that incorporated itself into his daily life and daily conversations.

jake

seeing you in every little thing, from the clouds in the sky to his eyes naturally spotting your favorite snack

his members are tired of hearing "oh y/n likes this!" "this looks like y/n!" "this reminds me of when y/n..." jake cannot get you out of his head, he is so down bad for you that every little thing reminds him of you.

somehow he will connect the color of a random car to the time when you went to the movies together and the commercial that played had the same shade of gray somewhere in it. romantic?

saying "i love you" literally every waking moment

when you wake up, in your sleepy eyes and messed up hair, he can't help but express the love he holds for you. seeing you shove a cupcake into your mouth: he's never seen anything more perfect in his life. you scored a 50% on your final exam: it's completely fine!

everything from your strengths to your flaws about you is so perfect, mesmerizing, lovable to him, and so he finds himself saying the words "i love you" every hour, every day. every time he feels grateful to have you in his life, he says a quick "love you," which is much more often than you would think.

sunghoon

playing with your fingers whenever you were next to him

like in iland where often he found himself fidgeting with the hand of the person next to him, your hand is always in his once he mustered the courage to grasp it the first time. rings, fingers, nails, anything on your hands becomes his personal fidget toy: all anxieties gone, all pressures relieved, everything perfectly fine. sometimes he will crack your knuckles, pinch your skin, earning a playful slap on his shoulder from you; the different ways he plays with your hands are endless.

asking questions like "did you sleep well?" or "was the food good?"

is this him being awkward and not knowing what to say to fill up silence, or is this him being a caring boyfriend? neither of you know, but you do know that he still genuinely wants to know in order to check up on you and make sure everything is good. his "did you like the chicken" translates to "i love you and i want everything to be just perfect in your life."

sunoo

attentively studying the hair stylists to learn how to do your hair when he gets back home

whenever his stylist tries something new on him, a different idol from another group, or one of his members and he finds himself particularly liking it, he studies it to the best of his ability to best replicate it when he sees you again. the way the straightener moves, the type of products to use: he memorizes it all.

he will see a certain style and think about how good it would look on you, and how he needs to see it on you asap, so learning from a real professional would be the best way to do it.

saving saturday nights for dates and building his schedule around it every week

"wait, saturday night? i can't, i have plans." he did not have plans.. yet. but! every saturday is saved for you, no matter what. therefore, on the way home, he picked up some face masks and candles for a self care night.

he finds himself saving every single saturday night just for you, no matter what may come up. he loves spending time with you, so having this time together means a lot to him.

jungwon

taking selfies everywhere to send mini updates of literally his entire life

you're his personal diary at this point, with the number of selfies and pictures he takes and sends to you. you thought he takes a lot of pictures for his fans? while that is true, he takes double the amount for you.

he makes up for all the time you guys are apart by updating you on things like his meals, practice ending, going to sleep, his member leaving his sock on his bed, etc. does it get too personal sometimes? yes, but you love it.

watching for your safety whether you are known for your clumsiness or not, his hands always ready to grab you

whether this means walking on the outer side of the sidewalk or hovering over you when you walk down the stairs, your safety is his priority.

when you bend down to grab something, he walks behind you so you feel safe, covered, and nobody bumps into you. when your head is dangerously close to the corner of a table, his hand gravitates between your head and the edge to prevent any potential injuries.

he can't bear to see you hurt or in pain, so he'll do his best for that not to happen.

niki

always sleeping with something by his side, and he can't sleep without the feeling of another presence right next to him

his members have been replaced by you at night sleeping next to him. twiddling with your hair as your eyes began to close, snuggling into that crook in your neck: all flows right into his nightly routine. after a while, he got too used to your warmth that whenever you are absent, he can't fall asleep.

this is where weighted stuffed animals, heated blankets, and such came into play; he really could not sleep without you, or at least a subpar replica of you.

dancing, singing, and trying to look his best whenever you're around to impress you and earn words of praise

"y/n look over here!" he'd do a quick but fancy dance move that he learned in the middle of your living room.

"wait, watch this." he'll play a video of him that heeseung took of him shooting a basketball into the hoop from afar.

"did you see our new performance? wasn't i just so cool in it?" he will say anything to hear praise coming from your lips: of course, he hears it all the time from his fans, but hearing it from you has a different meaning, so he makes sure to always look his best and impress you with all that he does.

he wants to look ultra cool and awesome in front of you, but can you blame him? he's just so in love with you.

[earphonejackx]

AN: I’m back!! I decided to make more makima fics cuz I’m crazy for soft makima :p this is a part 2 to part 1

⊂⊃ Soft! Makima x f!reader

⊂⊃ WARNING- slight manipulation, possessiveness

⊂⊃ Makima is an absolute baby when it comes down to you treating her as her lover more often, she likes to be babied by you! but somewhat likes to keep control

⊂⊃ When Makima finally starts warming up to you more she tells you more about her past. This is a completely new vulnerability she has showed you and she would like it if you’d do the same

⊂⊃ Makima has picked up a new hobby for watching movies every Friday night with you. After work she’d be right at your door ready to spend the rest of her night with you. “[name] what movie shall we watch tonight? I have so many recommendations.”

⊂⊃ Makima loves going grocery shopping with you! She loves helping you pick foods for you and her to cook. She likes having organized foods in her kitchen so it’s very interesting to see her picks of food

⊂⊃ Makima hates TV dinners. I’ve fucking said it, she refuses to eat anything that even looks close to sloppy food. When she first saw you eating a TV dinner for lunch she was upset “[name] you have very interesting picks of food for lunch, not very pleasing.” She definitely stopped letting you eat those T.T

⊂⊃ NOW obviously I like to make my girl Makima have some flaws so here we go.

⊂⊃ Makima still at times tries to control you or the people around you, unfortunately this is something you’ll have to get used to. She is a control devil, her main purpose is to control so she doesn’t really care if you like it or not that’s just how she’ll always be. You’ve learned to accept it overtime but obviously you occasionally need to have talks with her about it

⊂⊃ Makima doesn’t get social ques sometimes so she’ll be a little off put to some people or even you at times but that’s just how she is

⊂⊃ Makima has a very hard time expressing her feelings outloud so at times it feels like she doesn’t even love you

⊂⊃ This lady has definitely tried treating you like a dog once☠️ but she sometimes does it to fuck around with you or toy with you. It does calm down overtime tho

⊂⊃ Please expect Makima to go days without texting you sometimes, sometimes she’ll forget she even has a phone and leaves you worried sick!

(You) Maki are you okay I wanted to check up on you? | Today 6:40

(Maki) yes. | Today 12:00

Next day—

(You) good morning makima! Hru?? | Today 8:30

(You) Maki you wanna go to the store with me today?? | Today 4:00

(You) Maki wanna do movie night?? I have your favorite movie~~ :3 | Today 7:01

3 days later —-

(Maki) ah sorry [name] I just forgot I had a phone. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back. | Today 5:00

(You) seen…

(Maki) [Name?] | Today 5:07

(You) BLOCKED

⊂⊃ After you blocked Makima she tried to make it up with you with a movie night. She tried apologizing (which she’s very bad at.) and she said sorry once. maybe you could forgive her?

⊂⊃ Makima definitely starts to get possessive with you overtime. She wants you. She needs you. So please let her have you. You definitely have to stop her sometimes but it’s fun seeing her get greedy for something that’s hers “What? What do you mean possessive? Me what? No.” She still denies it.

⊂⊃ There are times where Makima wants to prove that she isn’t just some control freak. She wants you to trust her and love her. She wants you

⊂⊃ Makima definitely likes to keep you away from her work life. But if you work with her I’d be no secret if she immediately switched your division or lowered you down to safer missions with easy pay

[inkonparchment]

there's a man in the woods | Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy x f!Reader

summary: everything changes when you find a man beaten, bruised and bleeding half to death in the woods.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: horror imagery. unsettling themes. mentions/description of blood, organs, guns. canon-typical violence. injuries. slow burn. eventual romance. hurt/comfort. plot armour goes crazy. language.

a/n: with the way i decided to title these posts i can never figure out which part is getting the notes LMAO anyways i did this to myself nbd. also please take care in reading this!! description of corpses and blood!!

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Chapter 3

The fluorescent lights sting in your eyes, bouncing off the white tiles and multiplied by the same stain of the walls. You bring your hand up to shield your eyes, blinking harshly. A lump sticks at the bottom of your throat when you notice the white sleeve of your coat. Glancing down to your body, your blood runs cold at your attire; neatly buttoned up white coat, your black pants and pointed brown heels. The scent of antiseptic floods your nose and it takes every fiber of your being to keep down the acid in your stomach.

The hallway you’re in is narrow, too narrow, enough that if you put your hands out, your fingernails would just barely scrape the walls. The fluorescent tube lights hang overhead, a straight line slicing through the centre. The silence hurts your ears, almost deafening, feeling your eardrums on the brink of collapse. The sound of your heels echo as you shift on your feet in unease. You look as far down the hallways as you can, twisting your heads to look both ways. You don’t see an end, the file of tube lights endless in their pursuit.

You muster up your broken courage and take a step, the sound echoing, reverberating and multiplying as it travels down the hall. You wince with every step, hoping to locate an end; a door, window or just about anything with an exit. Click-clack, click-clack.

Your breath stutters, huffing and puffing with sweat breaking out over your forehead. Your eyes dart around the walls, in hopes of catching a glimpse of something, some flaw, some piece that doesn’t fit, some part that chips away at the façade of perfection. The hairs on the back of your neck, stand upright, an eerie cold breath harsh against your nape. You nervously run a hand over it, eyes bulging and heels now clicking faster on the floor. Click-clack, click-clack.

A presence looms behind you, flickering into existence, steadily closing the gap. You don’t dare look back, eyes drilling a hole in the end of the hallway that you cannot see, peeled open and barely blinking. Perspiration drips down your temples. But it doesn’t relent, creeping closer and closer, almost mocking in its approach, enjoying watching you try and scamper away from it. But where will you go, how far will you go? Click-clack, click-clack.

You dig your fingernails in your palms, grip so tight that it breaches the layer of your skin, blood prickling and painting the crescent shaped indents. It’s toying with you now, slowing down and then suddenly lurching forward, feeling it grow satisfied at the wobble in your footsteps, never closing in but dangling you far away enough to delude you into thinking you could escape. A push and a pull.

Helpless and powerless to decide when it has had its fun with you.

And suddenly it surges forward, your skin erupting in goosebumps as it hunts you down, penetrating through your chest and gripping your throat. Just before it can tighten around you, before you can scream in terror, it vanishes. And takes the lights with it, plunging you in darkness.

You freeze, ragged breaths harshly resonating in the air, heart beat furious in your chest. Your ears are ringing and in an instant, the lights turn back on.

You suck in a harsh breath, eyes so wide they nearly spill out of your skull, forearm shooting up to save your nose from the assault of the acrid smell. Tears spring in the corner of your eyes, burning at the sight before you; hundreds of bodies lay scattered around you, seeping into the endless void of the hallway, drenched in red as their skin are marvels of blue and grey, torn at the edges, rotting away and hollowness in their eyes. The lights blink above you, broken and dull, sparks of electricity raining upon the bodies.

The walls once so carefully white are stained, swipes of blood cracking the plaster and making it peel away. You double over, a strong wave of nausea nearly knocking you off your feet. Regaining your footing, you look up and stumble back, eyes falling on a lone figure standing hunched over in the distance, fluorescent tube light flickering over the figure ominously.

She looks different than the rest on the floor; white coat, black pants and pointed brown heels. The words are lodged in your throat, forehead creasing in worry when your eyes flick to her hands, the drops of blood falling slowly, splattering on the pristine floor, sleeves wholly drenched in maroon.

She turns at a snail’s pace, time beginning to compress, its weight crushing down and sucking all the oxygen out of the room. And you recognize her in an instant; the dip of the nose, the curve of the lips, the bags under her eyes, the vacant look occupying her face and the way her hands shake.

It’s like looking in a mirror.

“You could have stopped this,” You hear yourself speak, voice trembling, tears gathered at your waterline, “Why didn’t you stop?”

And then it all melts away.

The scent of wood pulls you back, eyes fluttering open to the blanket that lays on the armrest of your couch. A shiver rakes your body, spine straightening in your chair, followed by an ache from having spent the night in an awkward position. The rifle stands loosely between your legs, nozzle pointing up, the leather strap skating the fingers of your free hand.

A dull glow enters through the windows, painting the inside of your cabin in streaks of monotonous grey. You blink away the sleep in your eyes, muscles jostled awake from their slumber as you stand and approach the windows, welcoming a distraction of the horrid sense of doom gripping your being. A dull ache forms behind your eyes, shivering at the phantom that graces your nights.

The morning sun rises, hidden away behind the firm curtain of the clouds, ashamed from having lost the battle against the tempest of yesterday.

The leaves are heavy, bowed down in surrender under the morning dew collecting with the onslaught of raindrops, a sheen atop the grass blades. A sigh escapes your lips, dropping the curtains back in place, making a mental note of assessing the damage done outside later.

You forgo the rifle, setting it against the couch, revelling in a sense of security as no unexpected guest had showed up. Luna is awake, not having moved an inch from her spot as you step over her, halting in the threshold. Not much has changed, the man still fast asleep under the layers of blankets, a stray empty bowl with a spoon inside on the side table you had used to spoon a mixture of water, salt and sugar down his throat as much as you could.

You chew your lip, your words from last night suddenly swimming in front of your eyes. ‘All good on my end’. What the fuck was that? You can’t remember what had possessed you to say that, why didn’t you confess and rid yourself of this issue? He would have been a distant memory by now, the indent of his body on your mattress reduced to nothing but a fleeting moment.

You stare at him, long and hard, a shiver raking through your limbs. You’ve never had another person in here, the feeling of another in your home erupting sensations of discomfort all around you. It’s long since you’ve been around anything living that wasn’t Luna or your chickens. A long while since you spoke words and got a reply in turn, not counting the bare exchange of words during the weekly phone calls.

You wonder about him, who he is and what he is. Someone dangerous, you guess. It may have been a while but you are certain that baristas don’t show up bloody in the middle of the woods, armed to their teeth with gashes on their body that were given to them by anything resembling a human. You wonder if he’s here for you, finding the thought slightly ridiculous. If he was, you would have been dead already. The sentiment scares you; if he is, you hope he takes pity on you on the account of saving his life.

You shift closer, trying to better hear his breathing. You will your hands forward, peeling away the covers to inspect the wounds underneath. Nothing bleeds, the angriness of his cuts, subsiding to a gentle simmer. The paleness of his skin offers a sharp contrast to the purple bruises littered across his muscled body. You graze his skin with the back of your hand, pausing to assess his temperature, eyes fixed on his face that relaxes under your touch. Some warmth has returned, easing your heart and you find it hard to pull back, the scratchiness of his stubble marking a foreign sensation against your hand.

You wonder if he’s kind. Kind in the way he speaks, in the way he approaches life, mind wandering with the pictures of him living in a cozy apartment in a big city. You wonder if he has a family, friends or co-workers, anyone who misses him. You swallow harshly. They must be worried sick at his disappearance.  

He begins to stir under your touch, the movement startling you as you flinch and retreat from him haphazardly. Your feet get caught up on the rug, causing you to stumble, hand knocking the metal bowl onto the floor, the spoon clattering across to the corner of the room. And you stand paralyzed at a distance, only able to watch as he moves. His hands crawl out from underneath the blankets, eyebrows creasing as his frown deepens, finally registering the pain he is in. His eyelashes begin to flutter, peeling open but not fully, the sunlight nearly blinding his hazy gaze.

You can see the blues of his irises from where you stand, dulled out and unfocused as he stares at the ceiling. He shifts, removing the blankets away from his chest and immediately grimacing, letting out a low, “What the fuck?” as he finally notices his tattered shirt and stitches across his torso.

You feel yourself move forward instinctively, your boot against the floor sounding out a loud thud that has his whipping his head towards you, as though just realizing that he’s not alone. You freeze, fists clenching under his icy gaze. Your heart stutters, unease shooting up your spine as he regards you with hostility, his hand immediately reaching for his thigh, wincing as you realize that his hand itches for the comfort of his gun.

And you’re glad that you stripped him off his weapons, Luna immediately bounding towards you, barking at the man in warning. You slip your fingers under her collar, holding her steady as he switches his attention between you and Luna. The tension in his shoulders doesn’t relent but he halts his actions, looking back at you.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks, an edge to his tone.

The image you had of him shatters, finding no kindness to his voice or the way he is carefully watching you. But it satisfies something in you, one restraint snapping off of your chest, making it easy to breathe as you register his words. He doesn’t know who I am. And that means that he’s not here for you.

You find your voice, hoarse from disuse, “You’re the one who showed up in my woods all bruised and bloody. I should be the one asking you that.”

He winces again when he readjusts himself, thigh protesting at the movement.

You scowl, twisting your hands tighter against the material of Luna’s collar, “Stop moving so much or you’ll rip your stitches. And I’m not wasting my time doing it all again.”

He looks confused at your words, glare softening for just a moment behind his bangs, gaze flickering to the dropped bowl next to you, hand retracting back to help in holding him up. “What happened to my gear?”

“It’s safe.”

“Where?”

“Safe.”

His breathing shakes like he’s already out breath, swaying on his propped arms, eyes shut to hold on to his consciousness. He lets out a sound, almost sounding like a scoff. He tries again, the edge softening a bit when he speaks, “Where am I?”

The blood loss seems to be catching up to him, you note, biting back the retort to tell him to lie back down. You hesitate, still unsure at the nature of the situation you’re in, and how much you’re at a liberty to reveal the details of his circumstances. So you settle on something that is just enough, “In my cabin.” And it slips out regardless, “You should really lie back down.”

He doesn’t listen, eyes still shut.

Your eyes linger on his wounds, the image of how they had looked when you found him. It sends a shiver through you. His blood stricken body renders in your mind, flashing between the nightmarish vision of your blood stained doppelganger. “Who are you? What are you? Your wounds don’t look like something you’d get on a hunting trip.”

He opens his eyes at your words, not saying a word.

You gulp, continuing your questions, Luna growing agitated in your grip, “Are you military? A mercenary? Or just someone with a shit luck?”

Luna barks, unnerving you together with how unaffected the man looks despite his weakened state. He slowly moves down, head connecting on the soft pillow, ignoring your inquisitive expressions. “Look,” You say, trying to control the tremble in your voice, “You have to tell me something. Especially if someone comes knocking at my door-”

“No one will come. You don’t have to worry.” He mutters, exhaustion seeping in his words.

That shuts you up, blinking rapidly, the distant rumble of thunder filling the air. He covers his eyes with his forearm, taking deep breaths, fingers splayed out over the blanket, stroking the material under his touch.

His chest starts to even out, falling into a rhythm, his hand pausing in its movement. You know he’s drifting off and you’ll lose him to sleep very quickly. Frustration grows in you, not a single question having been answered, still standing in the dark and nothing real in your grasp. You bite your lip, thumb rubbing against the back of Luna’s neck, her presence grounding you.

“At least tell me your name,” You whisper, hoping he can hear you.

His reply doesn’t come instantly. He shifts his arm slightly, revealing his eyes as he grazes you up and down, taking note of your squared shoulders, worried expressions and the scrapes across your knuckles.

“Leon.”

Its Leon!? No way! I did not see that coming!

[i-am-a-fan]

I saw a post talking about how there’s a deep mischaracterization of Mk in the fandom specifically about his monkey form and I’m here to dissect it. (WIth doodles!)

Tldr: Will Mk end up hurting his family in season 5 due to his new Monkey form? Most likely no, but it is possible that he indirectly hurts them by not understanding the limits of his power.

First things first let’s collect a list of attributes that we know Mk has from past seasons. This will serve as a spine or checklist to see if certain actions are possible. A thing to keep in mind though is the ranking of each attribute as the writers of LMK wrote there are characters as complex and sometimes abandon certain character values if their center value is threatened. 

Mk’s character value list (in my opinion) is as follows: 

-Family 

-Strength 

-Freedom 

-Dependability 

with family and strength being so close to each other, so sometimes strength ends up as Mk’s main concern. Of course, all of these end up mixing at times and in the first seasons we see the mixing of these values gets him in trouble 

Desiring the freedom of choice over listening to Wukong (Pig Pong Panic). Wanting to be dependable but overestimating his strength (Duplication). Wanting to be strong but forgets his family in the process (shadow play). Eventually, he gets his priorities in check and has ended up sticking to this list for most of seasons 3 and 4. 

Now his flaws (in no particular order): 

Impulsivity 

Forgetfulness 

Stubbornness 

Blind devotion 

He’s overcome a lot of these when he was forced to learn them in season 3. His stubbornness to not tell anyone what was happening with the LBD got people hurt. His impulsivity with his actions ended up crashing the ship, and almost sold his family to a goldfish demon.

(Text: Mk's Fault, Good Intentions, Trying mentor)

So he’s had to come up with methods of working around that. Mk’s blind devotion to Wukong almost got Mei killed, and we see how he changes because of it. At the end of season 3, Mk doesn’t explicitly say that he sees Wukong in a new light but he heavily implies it with the metaphor of a bowl of noodles. 

So… Will Mk go crazy and end up hurting his friends? 

I highly doubt it. While I toyed with the idea, Mk is a lot smarter than the fandom usually gives him credit for. He knows Wukong is flawed, and he still trusts in him because he knows Wukong is trying. Mk has faith in Wukong’s strength and the fact that Wukong also heavily values family, even if his isolation makes it a lot harder for him to do so. Just rewatch the ending of season 3 where Wukong apologizes to Mk and watch as Mk comes to the realization that Wukong is trying so hard to make up for his past. (They also drive this point home in season 4 with how disappointed Wukong sounds at himself for not finding Mk in the scroll in the season finale.) 

(Text: He's flawed and trying, Has to accept harsh reality, Dissociating Coping mechanism)

So what about Mk’s impulsivity? I doubt that’d be something that directly harms his friends. He’s worked on his impulsivity by working with others (Redson in season 3 and Mei’s planning in season 4) to help fill in the gaps in his plans. In order for his impulsivity to harm others, you’d have to break that family value first or raise that value of strength and freedom. Most likely this flaw can manifest in Mk overdoing his Monkey form ™  and sending a shockwave that accidentally hurts the people around him.  Probably manifesting either in training or while having fun with Mei (think about how Mk was in the Bad Weather episode). 

Okay, what if Mk is tricked into it like he was in Season 4 (back to the flaw of blind devotion)? Mk has spent every season backstabbed by someone he trusted. We see him snap at Azure after he finds out that he was going to keep Wukong in the scroll. He snaps at Macaque in season 4. It’s safe to say that he’s learned, at least partially, to not trust others so blindly. Mk is also supposed to have gotten the “skill of self-reflection” in “Revenge of the Spider Queen” but his reflecting has mostly just impacted the other flaws. 

(Text: Side note, Monkey Mk doesn't have a nose)

But there is one possibility I toy with, bottled up emotions. Mk has extremely big emotions but hates showing any emotion that can be seen as negative. He loves being happy and he’s not afraid to show it, but as soon as those emotions turn to doubt, anger, or sadness he bottles them up fast. He knows he can rely on his family, but he’s stubborn and thinks that his emotions aren’t worth that hassle. Take the ending of season 3 where Mk states that “he tries not to think too hard” about his own place in the universe, which could be due to a fear of losing the value of freedom if he has a specific role to play in the universe.

(Text: Guys He's so avoidant, forced to think about his identity, 18-early 20's and Identity crisis)

It’s worsened by the fact that every. other. character. avoids. their. emotions. No other characters in this series are open about their emotions except Tang and Sandy. And from season 3 (and a bit of season 4) we know that Mk doesn’t view Tang in an extremely positive light.

Not exactly negative, but his admiration lies more on the rest of the team. Macaque points this out in season 2 stating in “Shadow Play” that Mk should talk out his insecurities, but no one else does that. 

That being said Mk isn’t entirely forgetful either. Macaque was a season 1 villain with his betrayal going through season 3. Mk’s high value of family, and flaw of blind devotion, make him want to give him a chance as Macaque’s past is connected with Wukong’s. HOWEVER, Mk is also stubborn and hasn’t forgiven Macaque’s actions. That’s why he snaps, plus the fact that Macaque is terrible at direct communication. Like I said before, Mk won’t directly hurt anyone he cares about, but if his monkey form is highly connected with his emotions (as most magic tends to be) having those bottled-up insecurities might accidentally cause Mk to unleash more power than he means to.

(Text: Normal, Fed up Meter, rage (on jar))

I have no idea where season 5 is going to go, but I’m so excited about the possibilities. 

(Text: Terrified of his actions hurting his family. UNSTABLE!!!)

[saintsugu]

DON’T BE SHY! KINKTOBER DAY 4

rating: mature; explicit mdni

pairing: sae itoshi x fem!reader x rin itoshi

wc: 2k

content warnings: explicit sexual content, cuckholding, vaginal penetration, dub-con (on Rin’s end), Rin’s extremely drunk, established relationship (with Sae), sadism, vouyersim, alluding to cum eating

Rin Itoshi has always had a crush on you. Even dating back to the junior prom, you remember the way his eyes lingered on you and his elder brother for a little longer than they should. He has never been outward in his feelings, yet you’ve always been able to tell. 

You found his schoolyard crush on you…cute. That was the only word you found to describe it. It was quite easy to toy with him, too. He’d jump at the slightest touch, or blush wildly if you complimented him in any way, shape, or form. That being said, it didn’t take long for your boyfriend to pick up on it either. 

Sae, even with all of his flaws as his sibling, has always been in tune with his younger brother’s feelings. If he was being entirely transparent, he’s known about Rin’s feelings since before he asked you to be his girlfriend. Objectively, it was a bit shitty of Sae to do, but it wasn’t his fault Rin didn’t have the courage to ask you out. If someone were to do it, it’d be better to keep it in the family, right?

With your birthday around the corner and  one year anniversary with Sae within the same week, your boyfriend graciously planned a trip to celebrate both events. The trip included not just Sae, but all of your close friends as well— Rin especially. The entire idea was fun and exciting and yet another experience you had thanks to your boyfriend who had money to spare. Then Sae had another idea that sparked your interest. 

—

“Where are we going?” Rin asks anxiously, annoyance thick in his voice. He’s already drank more than he should’ve, so he’s on edge as Sae drags him through the hotel’s halls. 

Sae simply brushes him off with a halfhearted— “don’t worry about it.” To truly showcase his point, he yanks Rin’s wrist even harder as he stomps towards his hotel room. Sae’s refrained from indulging too much tonight. Nothing liquor could give him would ever be worth missing out on the chance to savor these moments. 

Scanning his keycard, he easily opens up the door to reveal a dimly lit hotel room. He kicks his shoes off, dragging his brother inside and letting the door shut heavily behind him. Rin is beyond confused, still processing where he is and why Sae dragged him here so urgently. He’s still sluggish when he cluelessly follows Sae deeper into his hotel suite. His incessant questioning continues, but Rin freezes in his tracks when he reaches the bedroom. 

“Hi, Rinnie.” Your voice is sweet like honey from where you sit on the edge of the bed. Soft skin is decorated in a pretty lace fabric— a birthday present from Sae, and one you decided to debut tonight. It leaves very little to the imagination, and the garters that cuffed tightly against your thighs drive both of the brothers crazy. 

Rin’s eyes dart between you and his brother. He feels like he interrupted something despite Sae physically dragging him in. His body won’t move, but his mind is too preoccupied to even tell it to. “What…is this?” His voice shakes. 

His brother snarkily raises a brow, sauntering over towards you as he sets a territorial hand over your thigh. “What does it look like? ‘M being generous, clearly.” When Rin fails to come up with a response, Sae just scoffs. “Take a seat.”

With this all pre-planned, there’s a soft chair set up with a perfect view of the bed, and Rin hesitantly makes his way over to it. As soon as he sits and gets a better view of you, he feels his pants tighten up a bit. He had noticed that you had slipped out from festivities a bit ago, but he would’ve never guessed it was for a reason like this.

“What do you want me doing?” He hates how much his voice is quivering but with the alcohol in his bloodstream, he’s having a hard time wrapping his head around what’s taking place. 

“Nothing at all, Rinnie,” you reassure him, watching the way his features soften at your tone. “We just want you to watch. Is that okay?”

Drunken and dazed, he starts to nod. He barely even knows what he’s agreeing to, but what he does know is that you look amazing and he’d be a fool to let this chance slip away. 

“Watch and learn, baby brother.” Sae’s words are filled with malice as he sets a knee on the bed, mattress dipping down as he leans in to kiss you. With your eyes fluttering close, he keeps staring back at Rin. 

You hum softly against your boyfriend’s open mouth, a bit drunk yourself as he starts to palm your covered tits. Eventually, after Sae’s drawn out his point, he descends towards the ground. He trails kisses down your body, starting at your neck, and then your sternum, until his knees press into the carpet, and he’s faced with your cunt. 

The driving factor in buying this pair of lingerie was the fact that it was crotchless. He found the name of it a bit grotesque, but the functionality of it was incredible. This way, you can’t reprimand him for ripping your panties when he gets too impatient— which he does, a lot. 

He almost gets so caught up in tasting you that he forgets you have an audience. Once that crucial detail does hit him, though, his hands come up to spread your legs even further as his tongue pushes against you. 

“Feels good…” your breathy moans fill the air, unable to pull your eyes away from the couch as Rin palms at his cock. It feels dirty and cheap, but he can’t help it; not when you’re right there making those noises. It’s better than anything he could’ve imagined—anything he did imagine.

 “‘S okay,” you tell him, noticing how reserved his movements are. “You can touch yourself, Rinnie. Don’t be shy, I don’t mind.”

That’s all he needs to hear for him to undo his belt. 

He feels overtaken by lust as he undoes his belt and dress pants, hand slipping underneath the band of his boxers within a second. He lets out a deep groan— one that turns you on more than it should; especially when his brother is the one tongue fucking you right now. 

Even with Sae’s tongue buried deep inside of you, do you find yourself humping against his face, but having your eyes glued to his baby brother. 

What started out as purely lust in Rin’s mind has now morphed into a different feeling. Jealousy had planted itself deep into Rin’s brain. It’s always been there, no matter how much he’d like to act the opposite, he’s always envied Sae for doing what he couldn’t; for making you his while Rin stood off on the sidelines. 

Fuck, he wishes it was him right now, kneeling beneath you. He could treat you so much better. He might not be as experienced as his brother, but he knows he could please you. It can’t be hard, not with the way you’re gripping Sae’s hair and moaning like a whore. God, why can’t it be him? Why does he have to sit here and watch what he can’t have? Why does he…feel like he’s about to cum?

“S-Sae,” you whine, trying to tug him off. You don’t want to finish like this. You want— no, you need something inside of you. Especially after you’ve been staring at Rin’s cock for so long. Shit, it really makes your mouth water. 

Sae doesn’t need any further explanation to know what you want. With one last lick, savoring the taste of your essence, Sae stands up and glances over his shoulder. He nearly laughs at how pathetic his brother looks getting off at the sight of his brother pleasuring the woman he’s in love with. Could you really get any worse? It truly fuels that sadistic part of him. 

He repositions you with ease, getting you on his lap so that Rin still has a great view. Considering how soaked you already are, Sae doesn’t even attempt to be gentle as he pulls you down onto his cock. He loves the way you thrash in his hold, nails scraping into his forearms as he keeps you in place. There’s a reason he always pays to get your nails done and it’s definitely not just because they look nice.

“Shit,” he curses, his hot breath on your neck as he sucks on the skin. “Squeezing me so fucking tight, doll. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ll be creaming pretty soon.”

“N-no,” you shake your head, eyes squeezed tight as you try to adjust to his length. You can always feel so much of him in this position. His cock is fully nestled inside of you and it drives you insane. 

“Not gonna cum yet…” your eyes flit between your boyfriend, and then his brother who is on the verge of climaxing. You want to make them both crazy, and you know just how to do that. 

“Not without your permission, Sae.”

It evokes the exact reaction you wanted. Jealousy surged through both Rin and his brother, and that’s evident in the way Sae’s speed picks up, as well as Rin’s hand. Their groans fill the room, teeth grit and jaw clenched. If you had ever questioned how similar they were before, this answers it. 

As Rin lets the alcohol get the better of him, words are spilling out before he can stop them. “C-could treat you so much better,” he stammers, hips jerking against his hand. “Could fuck you so much better.”

A lopsided smile finds your lips, egging him on to the best of your abilities; although, that’s hard with Sae jackhammering you the way he is. “Yeah? You think so, Rinnie?”

“Fucking know it,” he nearly growls, jealously only fueling his oncoming orgasm. 

Sae’s not much better, honestly. Hearing his brother’s pathetic whines of how much better he could treat his girlfriend, has his eyes rolling. At the end of that day, you’re his. No matter what Rinnie thinks, Sae’s gonna be the one fucking you for hours on end, and that thought makes him want to stuff you full. 

With Sae’s hand slipping down to pinch your clit, your back is arching as a whiney moan of Sae’s name leaves your lips. The entire sight is something straight out of a porno, and it has Rin gasping as well. Nearly simultaneously, the two of you reach your highs, and in turn, the way you tighten around Sae’s cock has him tumbling over the same hill. With a deep thrust, he’s stuffing you full of his cum just as he wanted. 

The room is filled with the melody of all your moans mixing together, as your highs peak and you begin your comedown. Rin’s hand, as well as some of the floor, is painted white, and Sae’s cum has begun to drip down onto your inner thighs. It’s all messy, and gross, and insanely hot. 

“Fuck, baby,” Sae groans into your neck, nibbling at the supple skin as he rubs your hips. “That was so fuckin’ hot…”

You only giggle, his lips feeling ticklish against your skin, and you redirect your lidded gaze towards the boy in front of you. 

“Rinnie,” you tease in a song-like manner. “Still with us?”

He groggily says yeah, still in a haze from both the alcohol and his orgasm that seemed to wipe him out. He’s starting to come to, but that means the shame is also beginning to settle. 

What just happened doesn’t really make sense to Rin. Not only did he watch his brother fuck the girl he’s been in love with for half his life, but he got off to it too. It makes him feel guilty, and disgusting, but god, he can’t deny how good it all felt. It was like torture, but he’s also never cum that hard before. 

“Rin,” Sae calls him, voice stern and making the man look up immediately. As thick hands spread your thighs apart, you find yourself moaning softly from sensitivity. Now, though, his cum starts to drip down even with Sae’s cock still inside. 

“Come clean her up.”

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[gayestcowboy]

fantasy dildo recs please? im trying to find one that isnt like $100 but is still good and reputable and wont fill my body with microplastics. ive been looking at neotori and they look great but;; the price;;; anyway yeah recs please?

hi! i have a lot of information for you.

first off, my specific recommendations of fantasy toy shops i’ve bought from or know to be reputable: uberrime, wandering bard, twilight meadow creations, strange bedfellas, pleasure forge, pp sculptors, batbites, xenocat artifacts. all of these shops have toys under 100 usd. uberrime especially has a huge selection including non-fantasy, realistic, and dual density. my top 3 fantasy toys right now are TMC’s ambrose (mini), wandering bard’s shadow demon (x small), and uberrime’s ardor dragon (small). highly recommend ambrose to transmascs with bottom growth. also it looks cool as fuck. mine is bright green and yellow.

second, this google doc is a masterpost of fantasy and fantasy-adjacent sex toy companies (created as a list of alternatives to bad dragon) and is organized quite well, and includes some shops to be wary of. it was last updated in 2022 so it’s outdated, but it’s massive and still quite useful. safe fantasy toys dot com also lists body safe toy companies, although you should still check reputability of the company before you buy (some of the companies listed on the site should still be avoided for various reasons— try cross checking with the google doc, browsing reddit, etc). all of the specific companies i recommend in this post use platinum silicone only, but if you go searching for other toys make sure to avoid jelly and other porous materials because they cannot be sanitized properly and will store bacteria. just like with piercing and body jewelry (another one of my special interests lol), it’s always better to pay more for safety when it’s something going inside your body. reputable stores will always list the material, and tend to have pages on their sites with even more specific information on their silicone. shipping also affects the price, especially international shipping.

also, when youre shopping for fantasy toys, make sure you check the sizing. smaller toys are frequently under 100 usd. many fantasy toys tend to be quite large anyways, especially knotted toys (many small knotted toys still have diameters of 2”+ which is too large for me personally. for reference i think the average human penis is somewhere around 1.5” diameter and my personal maximum for toys right now is ~1.75). there’s so much diversity in fantasy toys that you will probably be able to find toys that fit your desired length/girth and are still classified as small and therefore less expensive. if you’re new to fantasy toys or have trouble with insertion (or even just have an average sized vagina/rectum), small fantasy toys can be cost efficient and accessible and more fun than more standard toys. many stores will also sell b-grade toys at a discount for minor cosmetic flaws that don’t affect usage. also, there’s a pretty big market for secondhand toys/dong sales on twitter, reddit, etc so if you’re willing to buy secondhand, that can be more cost efficient. quality silicone toys can be properly sanitized by boiling and other methods. for more cheap options— good glass toys can frequently be under 50 usd, and are easy to sanitize. also, tantus isn’t quite a fantasy brand, but it’s very high quality and has some great toys on the cheaper side (i love the tantus magma). and if you want a really good cheap vibrator, the romp hype is amazing and only 35 usd.

i am by no means an expert, just incredibly autistic, but i hope this helps! i’m always happy to try answering questions about sex toys!

[anarchy-and-piglins]

AU Idea just for you!

Technoblade is a fae without a Name.

He couldn't say WHY he didn't have a name, only that his Seelie parents took one look at him and scoffed, throwing him aside Nameless and Personless. A wanderer lost without even the most basic of identity.

Maybe they took one look at the compassion in his chest and decided he was weak. Maybe they saw the love and thought him soft. The Seelie have a better reputation than their Unseeloe fellows, but only because a broken toy is no fun. Compassion? Love? Kindness? What use is there in such mortal flaws?

Technoblade is Nameless.

Until an Unseelie fae gives him a name.

Maybe Skeppy thought it would be funny to give the soft Nameless a name. A prank, to see a fae so lacking in cruelty. Or maybe not. Technoblade is a strong name. A little too serious to be the trickster's taste for a joke.

Maybe Skeppy had been around the Unseelie King Badboyhalo, to know that kindness breeds the cruelest wrath. That love begets fury. And that gentleness sharpens steel.

Either way, Technoblade the no longer nameless enters the Unseelie court and the Seelie court regretted it ever since.

There's something sad about this idea that Skeppy's original motivation for naming Techno and taking him into his care was simply because he hoped Techno would wreak havoc on the seelie fae later. Even in this AU, mans can't escape the 'living weapon' allegations. But hey, if he gets a free family out of the deal maybe that's a fair trade ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌

[lazypapers]

do you have any HCs about how Arthur reacted to John being distant to Abigail when Jack was born? /how Arthur reacted when John showed up after a year

Oh definitely, my HC is similar to Roger Clark (the actor for Arthur). I think Arthur resented John for being distant and leaving her and his baby for a year. I imagine a couple years before Jack was born that's when he lost Isaac and that tragedy never left him and deeply effected him. He hated John for running away and taking things for granted from the very thing Arthur always sought and wanted. So when John returns, Arthur is just livid and their relationship is broken.

Arthur seemed like a character who wanted to be loved and belong in a family. He tried that with Mary, but I felt like Mary toyed with his feelings in the most wishy washy way (I get it. Like what future would you have with an outlaw). Obviously Eliza was a rebound from him breaking up with Mary. And that one night stand led to the conception of Isaac. He still chose to stay with Dutch's gang cause that was his family and he wasn't gonna stay with a girl he barely knew and didn't love. He probably tried to bring her along but she most likely didn't want to. I have this headcanon that their relationship was getting better and had potential to work. Arthur would have wanted to stay with them more often as his son got older with each visit. I would say maybe his son was like 4-5 years old the last time he saw him (since it's hinted in the game he taught a little boy fishing during the Jack fishing mission). However, this is when Dutch would manipulate Arthur severely.

He likely pressured Arthur to choose his loyalty to him and the gang over Arthur's son and Eliza. Think about it. When Hosea left to make a life with Bessie, Dutch got really messed up about it. Which explains his disgruntlement with John's loyalty and Abigail. For a bit he lost his family unit and control. He wasn't going to lose Arthur through the same thing. So he starts tightening that leash around Arthur through his low self-esteem and self-worth. He didn't want to lose his best dog. Definitely a red flag, that a lot of the gang members felt obligated that they owed Dutch just because he saved their asses (weird savior complex going on there 😬🙄).

As for why, he didn't seem all that bothered that John left. Maybe he kind of learned from his mistake with Arthur. Under his manipulation, Arthur completely broke when Isaac died (I feel like Arthur never fully recovered from that and Dutch noticed that he wasn't the "same" anymore). So not wanting to break his 2nd Golden Boy he loosened the leash. I'm pretty sure Dutch cared deeply about Arthur and John, and he isn't this evil selfish guy the way I'm describing him. That would be later in RDR1 😆, Dutch is complete bonkers in 1911. He is just incredibly flawed and super weird and a messed up way of showing he cares in 1899 prior.

Anyways I want to draw a storyline focused on the year John left and returned in the Golden Hour. Since the Golden Hour comics are basically about the close bond and eventual collapse of the gang. It would be fun to explore that part of the era of the gang. But once my wrist stops hurting and I have more time. All I can do is talk about it instead of drawing it.

[essycogany]

Rare But Not So Rare Sonic Moments

Flaws

This may get controversial.

I welcome anyone else’s view point on this topic. If you don’t agree I’m okay with that. Just because I have a different perspective doesn’t make what I think right or wrong. You don’t have to change your mind. Whatever your opinion is, I respect it. Besides, it’s fun to have different views on something we both love. It gives us a way to see different sides of the coin.

Disclaimer: I’m a person who didn’t grow up with this franchise and only recently got into in early 2022. I have no biases towards any version of this character. Making my opinions about his characterizations mixed.

By the way, I’ll only use Sonic games as examples (for the most part) because this analysis would be too long if I talked about other medias.

In short. Most of his flaws do stir into different medias as well. To be honest, Sonic’s other variants aren’t as different as some may think, but that’s my hot take.

Times The Blue Blur Messed Up

Riders: Sonic lunched Amy along with Eggman into the air with his wind abilities. While knowing Amy’s safety would be at risk. Then left her. Which was the reason she was so angry and aggressive afterwards. He didn’t ever apologize either.

06: Exchanged a chaos emerald for Elise even after Tails warned Sonic not to.

Unleashed: Was distracted by taunting Eggman.

Sonic: “Well, this is new. Showing remorse Eggman? If you played nice, I wouldn’t have to break all your toys.”

Then became the Werehog. All because he wanted to boost his ego.

Secret Rings: Shahra used Sonic to collect the world rings for Erazar Djinn. Even though it should’ve been expected because she said, “They use to work together.” Ended up not being true.

Black Night: Was tricked into helping Merlina who wanted to create a world that would last forever.

Lost World: Tails once again tried to warn Mr.Impatient about the conch in Eggman’s hand, but kicked it anyways. Then warned Sonic about another trap, he didn’t listen, ended up getting the fox captured instead.

Frontiers: Accidentally helped free The End despite Knuckles and Sage’s suspensions. If his friends, Eggman, and Sage didn’t help him…..Well, it’s in the villain's name.

Side Note: In Secret Rings, Black night, and Frontiers Sonic was rude at points.

Sonic Sassiness

Sonic Sassiness Part 2

Sonic’s Overall Flaws/Mistakes

Some may be from his general characterizations throughout his history.

Sonic rushes into things without a second thought. (Impulsiveness) Sonic can be too reckless, brash, or not take situations seriously.

He’s impatient. (Which was his core trait since his idle animation in Sonic 1)

He doesn’t listen to his friends warnings. Sonic can be too cocky at the wrong moments. He causes or contributes to world ending consequences. The blue blur can also be too trusting and naive.

Sonic doesn’t worry about his own physical or mental state and internalizes his emotions. He isn’t able to express himself very well. Therefore doesn’t put the right words together when speaking sometimes.

Sonic can be stubborn and a bit of a jerk.

Sage: “You are short tempered and short sided.”

And that’s about it. If I missed anything, feel free to let me know.

My Thoughts

A few of these can be seen as Sonic’s strength and weaknesses. Like his willingness to harm himself if it means to save his friends.

The reason Sonic never learns from his mistakes in the games is because he gets away with them. Which is not a good or bad thing per say. (Besides Sonic Riders. There’s no excuse for that.)

The stories never really given him an arc. But I don’t think Sonic’s a perfect or flawless character. If the examples I’ve shown are evidence of anything.

I’d say he’s static, but not consistently. Most static characters I’ve seen rarely stays static anyways.

I also don’t believe Sonic himself thinks he’s perfect. Sonic probably thinks he doesn’t have to change because he’s so sure he should be able to manage things without issue. Everything does eventually go his way. Why should he change?

I do understand Sonic influences people, but why can’t there be a balance? It’s been done plenty of times with other characters. In books, movies, and tv shows. Animated and live-action.

Movie!Sonic in Sonic 2 inspired both Knuckles and Tails. Helping them better themselves with advice and encouragement. While also going through his own arc of growing up and being responsible.

Tails:“You’ve inspired me. To leave my village. To find you and help you on your mission.”

Despite him learning how to slow down and plan things out, Prime!Sonic also inspires the different variants of his friends. Thorn, Dread, and Nine. Helping them grow into becoming better people.

Even in Unleashed Sonic was at his most mature, but it was only after his cocky attitude got him into trouble. So, yes. Inspirational characters can have flaws.

I’ll just say this

Everyone has their own views on how Sonic should be characterized, drawn, played, voiced, animated, and showcase.

It’s fine if you don’t like a curtain interpretation of a character, but to say the character (Especially if they weren’t very consistent in the first place) isn’t acting like themselves now, it’s really hard to argue what self there is to come back to. Because even in the games there are so many different selves for these characters in their own canon universe. From Classic to Adventure, Unleashed, Colors, and Frontiers. (If that makes any sense)

It’s hard to find one place to be in because Sonic’s been in too many places at once. He shouldn’t be held down to one characterization if he’s already been all over the place from the beginning of his existence.

AKA Sonic’s first two shows ever. TAOSTH and SATAM. In both shows Sonic had flaws as well, but never learned from them. Which means he’s been like this from the start. Like everything else about this franchise, his personality is an ongoing experiment that’ll probably never be solved. And I kind of love that. Even if it can be stressful and has it’s own up’s and down’s

All of these unique stories from the games, comics, tv shows, and movies people grew up with are what made this franchise so popular. This is the main reason I became a Sonic fan. Because I learned so much about characterization from this franchise and how to love the different variations of its characters. Finding an appreciation for each of them.

Conclusion

Everyone’s opinions are valid at the end of the day. At least we all have a version of this character we can love and appreciate. Whether you agree or not I’m grateful you’ve made it all the way to the end. You’re a trooper!

Stay Creative! 💜