#all the other mums thirst over him

[ughgoaway]

the coke is always at the scene of the crime with this man

(dad matty thoughts associated with this pic)

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Girl help I'm having aroace Miguel O'Hara thots

[immortalmrwavell]

Half a Pill

(Original story posted December 11th 2021 and December 17th 2021) Minor Edits and Corrections

This story was originally split up into two parts and posted separately. This time however I’ve decided to reupload both parts as one story for an easier reading experience. I’ve also updated the model for part 1.

(Part 1)

James and Cain had been together for just over 3 years. They’d always seemed to have such a great relationship and usually got on super well. They just loved spending time together. It was as if the honeymoon phase of their relationship had never ended.

However James began to feel a bit uneasy after Cain’s mum got together with a new fella named Dave. She only dated him for a few months before he proposed to her and the two got married! But that wasn’t what worried James. It was that he’d begun to notice his boyfriend’s eyes towards his new Step-Dad every now and then. And not in an appropriate way. Scanning over the older man’s body. Gazing at his bulge. But if James ever asked, he already knew Cain would deny it. Not that he needed to ask. It was obvious Cain had a crush for the older man.

However despite this, James knew Cain would never do anything to betray him… but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little uneasy. He couldn’t just ignore the fact that his boyfriend was very clearly checking out his own Step-Dad on a regular basis. Though to be fair James couldn’t totally blame him. Dave was an incredibly hot mature man and even James had found himself stealing a couple glances at the man here and there.

Even after a year of this, James was still trying to come to terms with the situation. This is until one day when something seemingly impossible happened.

One of James’ friends Kyle had called him into the office building Kyle worked at and told him about this strange pill he got from an old woman claiming to be a Witch. Apparently the pill was imbuded with powerful magic that would only work if the pill was broken in half. To activate its power, two individuals must each consume one half of the pill. Once they do, they’ll trade bodies!

Of course neither of them actually believed it was real but Kyle decided he was gonna try it for a laugh if anything else. James watched as Kyle cracked the pill in half before eyeing another man in the office. Ryan. He’d been Kyle’s work crush for a while now and James knew all about it. Kyle carefully slipped one half into Ryan’s coffee taking the other half of the pill himself.

James was stunned when moments after Ryan had taken a gulp of his coffee, both his and Kyle's eyes rolled back as their bodies jittered and convulsed for a good few moments. It soon subsided but James could immediately tell the man before him was no longer his friend Kyle but rather Ryan in his body!

Ryan began freaking out for a moment before seeing his own body burst into the small office, now piloted by Kyle. It was clear Kyle was ecstatic with his new body as he ran his hands over Ryan’s dress shirt, feeling his new perfectly sculpted body underneath.

“HEY!… W-WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!… Y-y-you look like… ME!?” Ryan exclaimed in shock as he looked up at his former body. Then glancing down at himself to see a pudgy body that certainly didn’t belong to him.

“Fuuuck yeah I do.” Kyle smirked triumphantly, still rather shocked himself that the pill was real after all. “Mmmm… I can’t believe that actually worked! Fuuuuu…” Kyle groaned to himself as he groped his crotch, feeling Ryan’s thick cock starting to harden.

The three men then spent the next half an hour figuring things out. James tried to keep Ryan from having an emotional outburst over his body being stolen however it didn’t help when Kyle just wouldn't stop feeling himself up. He even undid his belt and dropped his suit pants at one point to get a better look at his new ass. The one he once thirsted after and Ryan once owned. Now belonging to Kyle. He just loved how toned it was. Only pulling his pants back on after when James told him to stop being a dick.

James told Ryan that he would try his best to help him get back his original body (bit of a lie) but for now he’d have to pretend to be Kyle. Ryan agreed reluctantly, glaring at Kyle before telling him to not fuck up his body. With that James walked Ryan out of the tiny office and into the hallway. He gave Ryan directions to Kyle's home along with a pair of keys before sending the apprehensive man on his way.

When James stepped back into the small office however he was greeted by a sight that both shocked and annoyed him… and also kinda turned him on? There stood Kyle in the middle of the room, zipper undone yet again and holding Ryan’s hard pulsing cock in his hand.

“Jesus dude! Really?!” James said in a disappointed tone. “Can you not keep your pants on for just 5 minutes??”

“Hey sorry! I couldn’t help it. Ryan is sooo fuckin hot and being in his body is making me soooooo horny…” Kyle started pumping his new uncut cock, a look of glee plastered on his face.

James found himself just staring at the man jerking off for a good few seconds before he snapped outta it. “Could you at least do that in the bathroom where nobody could just walk in and see you?” He begged, pretending as though his eyes weren’t glued to the other man’s stolen cock as a small glob of precum dripped from the tip.

Kyle looked James up and down with a grin, still pumping away. “Well if you got over here and sucked me off, maybe I could cum a little quicker.”

James was a little taken off guard by the offer. Yet he couldn't help but eye up Ryan’s cock that Kyle was enjoying making his own. It looked so thick… and juicy… and delicious. Just the thought of wrapping his lips around it seemed heavenly.

He watched as Kyle squeezed along the shaft up to the tip, forcing out another drip of precum. James wanted to taste it so badly but he knew he shouldn't. He was with Cain for fuck sake! After being so jealous over his boyfriend’s wandering eye towards that step dad of his, he’d be a complete hypocrite to give into his own desires here right?!

His mouth was slightly agape, eyes darting between Kyle's smirking face and hard cock as Kyle stepped over to James. “Don’t worry. This can just be between you and me.” He sniggered before pressing down on James’ shoulder. James’ gave in and let the man push him down onto his knees, putting him on eye level with that thick 8 inch cock. Kyle gently slapped James across the face with his rod a couple times before until the latter simply couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He grasped the base of Kyle's shaft firmly against his suit pants before going down on the pulsing cock aggressively, earning a very satisfied grunt from Kyle.

“Fuuuck! You’ve wanted to do this for a while as well haven't you?” Kyle laughed, loving how sensitive his new cock was. James’ didn’t respond as he focused on sucking, his eyes wide as he took as much down his throat as possible. How could he not want it? Before this Kyle would never shut up about how hit Ryan was. Always sending pictures of the handsome man. Now Kyle had his body and cock… it was too much for James to resist.

He continued to work the cock well, giving Kyle one of the best blowjobs he’d ever received. James was sucking so passionately and intensely that within just 5 minutes Kyle was already getting ready to bust.

Kyle held James’ head down on his cock. “Oohh I’m gonna fuckin cum!” He almost yelled before remembering they didn’t wanna draw too much attention. He thrust his hips forwards as his whole body tensed for a moment. There was then a long and stifled groan before Kyle emptied Ryan’s heavy balls down James’ throat. James sucked and swallowed every last drop of cum eagerly until those balls had nothing left.

At last James’ pulled away before falling back slightly, allowing Kyle to finally see the bulging outline of James’ dick pressing and bucking against his jeans. Smiling Kyle got down on his knees as well and began rubbing his hand across James’ bulge. He bent down, kissing the dick outline between rubbing and squeezing it until before long James let out a very sudden grunt. Kyle felt the cock spasm under his hand. Moments after a sticky, wet stain appeared on the crotch on James’ jeans. Quite an impressive load to get all the way through those.

The two laid on the office floor for a moment, unsure of what they should do now. It was just then hitting James what he’d done. What was he thinking!? He’d cheated on Cain!! The dread of it was quickly starting to set in.

As James’ mind pondered on the thought, Kyle got up and shoved his cock back in his pants before zipping up. “Hey man… I’ve got a pair of shorts in my bag if you wanna borrow them. I’m not sure how well they’re gonna fit me now with this body but they might fit you a little better.”

James barely paid notice to Kyle’s offer. “I just cheated on my boyfriend.” Those words felt as though they could’ve weighed 20 tons. Justhearing James say them made Kyle begin to feel pretty guilty about what they’d just done. After all… He only pushed James into it because he was horny.

Feeling terrible, Kyle went back to his desk and pulled something out of his draw before offering it over to James. “Here, have this. The woman gave me two pills. I don’t think I’m ever gonna leave Ryan’s body so I think you should take it. Maybe you or Cain could use it to… uhhh… spice things up?” He said awkwardly as he held out the pill.

James looked at Kyle, then at the pill. As horrible as he felt right now, he also remembered Cain’s wandering eye with his Step-Dad… though he had no right to get annoyed about that now. Maybe this pill could actually help them with their relationship. Get it back on track somehow.

“Fine… but do NOT mention to Cain what just happened.” James snatched the pill out of Kyle's hand, clearly guilt ridden. They proceeded to clean themselves up a bit, James changing his jeans for a pair of Kyle's shorts as the former suggested. They awkwardly said goodbye to one another as James stuffed the pill in his jacket pocket.

James exited the office building, trying not to think too hard about what he just did. Instead he tried to focus on the pill in his pocket and how he was gonna use it. Or who he was gonna use it on…

———

(Part 2)

It’d been a couple days since what happened with Kyle at the office. Of course Kyle still had Ryan’s body and Ryan had been making a few scenes both in and out of the office. Still clearly upset about Kyle stealing his body. On the other hand, from what James could tell from their messages and interactions, Kyle couldn’t have been happier. Apparently he’d been constantly jerking off to his reflection and had already hooked up with a few guys. Living the dream it sounded.

James couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Ryan but there wasn’t much that could be done now. There was no way Kyle was gonna let them swap back. However there was something else that had been weighing on James’ mind a lot.

Since Kyle had given him that pill when he… cheated… it’s all been he’s been able to think about. He always had the pill with him either in his pocket or bag. He saw a couple guys out and about whom he thought he’d like to use it on but he just never tried it… and there was a reason for that.

That damn wandering eye Cain had for his Step Dad Dave.

Lately James was beginning to feel as though Cain looked at Dave more than he looked at him, his own boyfriend! The fact that Cain wouldn’t even admit that kinda made it worse. But then there was the pill. Looking at his current situation, James felt as though there was only one way to assure his boyfriend’s true love and affection.

It was a warm Monday evening. James and Cain had gone round to Cain’s mom’s house for dinner like she insisted at least once a week. Halfway through the meal however she got called into the hospital where she worked on an emergency. She apologised before leaving James and Cain to finish dinner with just Dave.

The couple were able to make decent conversation with Dave as they ate. Chatting about this and that as usual. However as always James could tell that Cain was enjoying this alone time with Dave a little too much. He watched while Cain’s eyes scanned over Dave’s pecs as they pressed against his tank top. At this point James probably would’ve pulled Cain aside to have a word with him if it wasn’t for what he did last week with Kyle. And so James did his best to suppress his jealousy until before long they’d all finished and taken their plates to the sink to be washed.

“Right lads, I’m gonna head through there and watch some football.” Dave announced as he leaned into the fridge to grab a beer. James rolled his eyes knowing that Cain’s were almost definitely plastered to Dave’s ass as he bent over. Although in fairness he’d be lying if he said he didn’t take a glance at it himself. Those red short shorts were certainly… fitting shall we say. “Feel free to come join me.” He added before sauntering off into the living room.

Cain was about to grab a beer for himself and follow when James grabbed his hand and finally pulled him aside. He whispered to Cain “Alright I know this is gonna sound crazy but I’ve got something I need to tell you…” Knowing he had Cain’s full attention, James went on to explain the whole situation with the pill. He explained how Kyle got them from a self proclaimed Witch before testing them on himself and a coworker. And that it actually worked!? Then going on to explain how the two were currently living each-overs lives and that it was a dream come true for Kyle! Though of course he left out the part about what did with Kyle.

Naturally Cain was extremely skeptical about it all. I mean body swapping and magic pills? It was crazy talk. But the look in James’ eyes… it looked so certain. So sincere. And so with some convincing, Cain decided to entertain his boyfriend and ask where he was going with this. Just then James pulls the pill out of his pocket before revealing his plan.

“I’ve spent the last few days pondering this. Wondering if it’d be something I’d want.. and I’m fairly certain it’s something you would want. I know you always try to tell me that you only have eyes for me but I’ve seen over and over again how you look at Dave.” He whispered.

It then started to click with Cain. He knew exactly what James was about to imply. “Wait… you’re not thinking of doing what I think you are… right?”

“As I said I’ve given it a lot of thought and have decided that… I think I’d be okay with it but only as long as you are. Besides, being 45 can’t be that bad right?” James smiled somewhat nervously.

And with that Cain’s suspicion was confirmed. James wanted to use this pill to swap with Dave!! The two went back and forth for about 20 minutes or so discussing this further deeper. Weighing out all the pros and cons before finally coming to a decision. Even though Cain was still very skeptical, James seemed very adamant on the fact that this pill was the real deal so he decided to trust him on it.

“Fine… fuck it. Let’s do it.” Cain stated. Even if this wasn’t real the idea of it all was still kinda arousing him. “So how are you gonna do it?”

James didn’t say anything at first, he simply walked over to the fridge before opening it and pulling out another beer. “Chances are he’s finished the one he took through there earlier so all we’ve gotta do is slip one half of the pill in here and let him drink it. Kyle put it in Ryan’s coffee and it still worked perfectly fine so why would this be any different?”

And so that’s what they did. Cain cracked open the beer as James snapped the pill in half. He dropped the pill into the alcoholic beverage and watched as it fizzed inside the bottle for a moment. A faint glow emitted from the pill as it quickly dissolved and became one with the drink. Once it was completely gone, the beer itself glowed momentarily before seemingly returning to normal. The couple looked at each other, Cain now slightly more inclined to believe this as James simply nodded before grabbing another beer outta the fridge for himself.

Dave was sat eagerly watching the game on TV. Just as the couple entered the room, whatever team Dave had been rooting for managed to score a point. “THAT’S IT BOYS! BRING IT FUCKIN HOME!” He exclaimed passionately before downing the last of his beer and letting out a loud belch. Hearing that not only made Cain’s cock twitch but also James’ cock too…

That man. That attractive mature man… All that was about to be his.

“They doing good Dave?” Cain asked, causing the older man to whip his head around and chuckle.

“Yuuup, doing well tonight. So far anyway.” Dave chuckled before turning his attention back to the TV.

With that James made his way over to the couch before offering the spiked beer to Dave. “Here. Figured you might want another.” James smiled innocently.

Dave outstretched an arm and took the bottle graciously. “Well you figured right. Cheers James.”

As Dave sat central on the couch, James opted to sit to Dave’s left while Cain sat on his right. Moments after James pulled out his half of the pill before throwing it in his mouth and washing it down with his own beer. Now all they had to do was wait for Dave to drink up. And naturally that didn’t take long.

It might’ve been due to the pill being diluted in the beer but it took awhile for anything to happen. With every swig of beer that Dave took, James’ heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t until about half the bottle was gone that something actually started to occur.

Both Dave and James began to get the same funny feeling running through their skulls. It was like a constant pushing and pulling sensation until suddenly, they both began convulsing on the couch. Cain was of course worried but also weirdly excited because this was exactly how James described it happening with Kyle.

A moment or two passed and suddenly the two men stopped convulsing, slumping into their seats. Cain stood in front of them, not quite sure who to check on first. Thankfully that decision was made for him as Dave began to stir first. He groaned for a moment before his eyes suddenly shot open with a mix of shock and excitement.

Dave immediately looked down at himself and began rubbing his hands down his torso, massaging his thick beneath the tank top before giving his biceps a squeeze. “Fuuuuck yesss…” He groaned under his breath before slowly getting up from the couch, a look of wonder crossing his face.

Cain looks on in awe as he watches what seemed to be Dave trying to balance his body weight correctly. “James?… i-is that… you?” He asked nervously.

The older man gave him a large toothy grin. “The one and the only.” He stated confidently before bringing up his new arms for a double bicep flex, feeling those veins pop as he did. He might be older now but damn was he buff in all the right ways. “This feels… fuckin incredible!” He claimed, his voice sounding identical to how Dave spoke. Jame continued to flex, beginning to feel his new dad cock start to swell in Dave’s short shorts.

“I… I can’t believe this is actually real…” Cain muttered, still in shock as he watched what looked to be his hot step dad checking himself out and flexing his thick muscles as the bulge in his shorts continued to grow. “Can I feel your chest?” He asked hesitantly.

James smirked. He took a couple steps closer to Cain, arms at his side before bouncing his pecs a couple times. Cain reached up without hesitation, quickly grasping the two large muscle melons on his step dad’s chest. James absolutely loved the feeling. Not only of having such incredible pecs but also his boyfriend worshiping them. Cain kneaded them greedily before eventually sticking his face between them through the tank top.

“Fuuck I love the way you smell.” Cain blurted out when he was eventually able to pull away from James’ chest. As he did however he glanced over James’ shoulder to see that the real Dave looked to be waking at last.

Dave grabbed his head, immediately startled at the feeling of a lot more hair up there than there should’ve been. Not nearly as startled however as he was when he looked up to see none other than… himself!? Of course the real Dave began freaking the fuck out. He jumped up from the couch screaming and shouting about what happened to him and who the fuck this doppelgänger of him was. James and Cain tried their best to calm him down but Dave wasn’t having any of it. Especially as he began to figure out what had just happened. And so James ended up grabbing his former body and putting him into a headlock. Dave struggled but he was powerless against his own strength and muscle. After that it didn’t take long for him to fall back unconscious.

“Well…we can deal with that later I suppose.” Cain said as he watched James lay his former body down on the couch gently. “Let’s just hope Dave stays asleep long enough for us to enjoy this.”

“Dave? His name is James now. I’m the one you should be calling Dave from now on.” The new Dave claimed with a deep chuckle as he strutted back towards Cain. He lifted his arms back up, flexing those impressive biceps again. “Now start worshipping me. I know you want to.”

Cain did just that as he grabbed at Dave’s arms, feeling the bulge of muscle before taking turns kissing each arm. Shortly after relishing in that worship the new Dave lifted both arms up and placed his hands behind his head, exposing his pits. “Go on. I know you’re just dying to smell them.”

Cain pretty much leapt at the chance. Diving his face deep into those sweaty pits. Cain had dreamt of doing it ever since he first set eyes on Dave and now that built up desire was all flowing out all at once. He continued to inhale Dave’s pits aggressively as Dave himself laughed and groaned, loving every second of it.

Before long Cain seemed like he’d gone almost feral, uncontrollably shoving himself into Dave’s pits, frequently switching between them. As much as Dave was enjoying it however, he finally decided to grab Cain by his hair and pull him back, seeing his smaller boyfriends face covered in sweat as he panted.

Dave ordered Cain to undress himself and that’s exactly what he did. Cain stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him stood naked with a boner. Smiling again as he looked over Cain’s arousal, Dave grabbed a hold of the throbbing cock, giving it a few strokes and earning a couple moans from Cain. Dave then grabbed Cain’s hand before gently guiding it towards his crotch, placing Cain’s hand directly on his dick print. The smaller man rubbed over his ‘Step-Dad’s’ bulge, getting even more excited as he quickly came to realise just how much of a monster it really was.

Next thing they knew Dave was kicking off his shorts, leaving him in his underwear. Cain was more or less drooling by this point as he saw a bulging tent spring forwards in Dave’s underwear. Getting on his knees, Cain began kissing and worshiping the bulge while indulging further in Dave’s scent. It wasn’t long before he gripped the waistband and pulled down the underwear, being so horny he didn’t even ask permission before swallowing over half of the nine-incher before him.

“OOOoohh wow… that feels… in-fucking-credible!” Dave shouted as Cain got to work.

The original Dave slept soundly on the couch, unconscious and unaware that his former body was now gripping the back of his step-sons head and forcing him to choke on his cock. The new Dave made sure to push Cain as far down on his shaft as possible, being surprised not only by the sheer size of his new dad dick but also by how sensitive it was at his age. So much so that he had to pull Cain away from his rod when he felt precum start to leak out.

Moments after Dave sprawled himself out on the couch face down, having just enough room with his old body on the end. He sensually told Cain to get over here and worship his thick dad ass and that's exactly what Cain did. In a heartbeat the younger man had his face between Dave’s muscular cheeks, hungrily tasting his step dad’s hole. After a bit more worship via groping and smacking the beautiful ass before him, Cain lubed up his cock before pressing against Dave’s entrance.

Dave roared in both pain and pleasure as his virgin hole was penetrated. Cain opted to start slow so as not to hurt Dave too badly but as time went on he slowly but surely began to pick up the pace. Considering the old Dave never trained his ass to take dick, it was surprising how quick Dave’s ass adjusted to having cock stuffed inside it. Cain continued to pump in and out, still not being able to believe he was watching his hot step dad’s ass jiggling to the rhythm of his dick. It seemed like some kind of insane fever dream!

This must’ve gone on for nearly an hour as the two continuously swapped positions. Cain fucking the new Dave from soooo many different angles as he got to see his step dad in positions he could’ve only ever dreamed of seeing until today. Eventually they returned to doggy style however this time they were on the floor. Cain began to groan out saying he was about to cum. He pulled outta Dave’s ass and brought his pulsing rod straight up to the older man’s face before shoving in his mouth. Dave barely got a chance to suck on it before Cain burst his load into his mouth. A load that the daddy was very eager to swallow. Cain's cum tasted just as good as it did in his former body.

“Well now you’ve had your fun. Time to let me have mine.” Dave stated a stern almost fatherly tone as he picked himself up, licking a bit of cum off his lips. He grabbed Cain before leading him upstairs to the bedroom where he threw the man on the bed face down just as he’d been before.

From there Dave spent god knows how long fucking the life out of Cain with his huge dad cock. Cain's ass somehow taking every inch of it. Dave was able to get balls deep in that ass time and time again before, at last, he began to feel all his stored cum building up. With a few more mighty slaps of his balls against Cain's ass, Dave’s cock erupted inside him. What followed was a tidal wave of hot cum spilling inside Cain and filling him up to the brim.

“FUUCK YEAH!!! IM FUCKING DAVE NOW!” He roared through the orgasm.

———

- Months Later -

Cain and Dave had been through a lot in the past few months. First was dealing with the old Dave freaking out but eventually convincing him to go out and enjoy his new younger body.

Second was hiding this all from Cain’s mom which they did successfully for a couple weeks. The new Dave was able to pretend to be a loving husband to her while fucking his new step son whenever they got the chance. That is until one night the two of them fell asleep after sex only for Cain’s mom to walk into the bedroom later that night to see her ‘husband’ asleep with his dick inside her son's ass!

Then that leads onto issue number three. Cain and Dave now had to find somewhere else to live after they both got kicked out. It wasn’t easy at first but between them they were able to find an affordable place. After all that however, things finally seemed to have smoothed over for the most part.

Something that Dave had noticed though was his slight shift in personality. He found himself doing and saying some things the old Dave would’ve done. He even found himself drinking beers a lot and always letting out mighty belches afterwards like the original Dave would. One of the most notable changes though was his sudden affinity for sports. Before the swap he was barely interested in sport at all. After becoming Dave though, every other thought he had felt like it was about soccer and football. Half the time he’d try to get Cain to sit with him as we watched whatever game was on TV at the time. And that’s exactly what was happening right now.

They sat on the couch watching soccer as Cain began to get horny, like usual, and pulled down Dave’s pants. Still though Dave tried to keep paying half attention to the game as Cain was kissing and sniffing his cock and balls through his briefs. As his cock was worshiped, Dave couldn’t help but reflect a little. He’d traded his body for one 15 years older but there was no denying how fucking hot he was now. Not to mention that his boyfriend now only had eyes for him and only him. And the sex was leagues better than it ever was before!

On the other hand Dave did still feel bad about the whole cheating thing with Kyle and one day he knew he’d have to tell Cain about it. But that day wasn’t today. For now he could just enjoy his boy worshiping his body day in and day out.

[fisshbones]

Hcs of some Hoyoverse characters!!

ft!! Heizou, Sunday, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Furina, Sampo, Xiao, & Pela

Genre: fluff/crack!! No warnings that I can think of besides of being mildly ooc and some being shorter than others. Could be read as platonic. Modern Au Gn! Reader.

Heizou ->

Has thousands and thousands of screenshots, pictures, and videos saved on his phone. Refuses to delete them because “you never know, they might come in use later.” Once in a VERY LONG while does his habit actually pay off. He’s paying for the cloud subscription service 1000% If he doesn’t his phone is borderline useless. If you go through it you’ll wonder how he finds jack sh*t in that phone, there’s no organization on/in that thing. That being said he doesn’t need to put things in separate albums because he had absolutely no issues with finding what he needs. (he’s literally me)

Sunday ->

Sunday likes to tend to his multiple gardens back where he lives. There’s two green houses back at his home. One is his and one belongs to his dear sister. If you want one too, he’ll gladly make some plans for yours next. When him or Robin can’t tend to the flowers, he has a gardener come tend to them in the meantime. While all of them brings joy to him he has a special soft spot for (white) calla lilies and spider mums.

Scaramouche/Wanderer ->

The definition of an annoying menace. He’ll put sticky notes with (sometimes with writing) on your back without you knowing. He used to do this to Childe too, only when it was Childe it would be way meaner. One fool read the ‘kick me’ note on his back and actually did it. Poor idiot guy learned a lesson that day. The worst he’s put on your back was a note with a stupid face on it. And if someone makes fun of you for it, he’ll give them a black eye! He’s the only one allowed to be an ass to you. :)

Furina ->

Does catwalk struts in her mirror when no one is home. She gets wayyyyy too into it. She’ll start on one side of the house and when she gets to her mirror she’ll strike a pose. One time you walked into her standing in front of the mirror doing pose 28. She couldn’t look into your eyes for a week afterwards. If you ask her to give her a lil show, she’ll do it but don’t laugh cause she might cry. lol. (she’s so me coded)

Sampo ->

He plays those driving games with the steering wheel and all. Sampo started streaming it too to make some hot cash$$ This man is DEDICATED to the act he preforms while streaming this game. If he gets into an accident in the game he makes it look like it happened irl too. He’s given himself whiplash from how fast and hard he slammed himself in his chair. think this.

Xiao->

BIG CONCERT FAN!!! Hates the crowds so much though (T ^ T) He’s so not a people person. Always manages to get great seats for you guys. He’s willing to see any performer if it’s for you, even if it’s not someone he likes. I personally see him as liking every genre of music, so there’s a fat chance he’ll still like the music being played. Xiao would put you on his shoulders if you ask him too. But I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to see any better this way because of how short he is.

Pela ->

Pela makes a crap ton of edits and fanfics. Any where between thirst edits and angst edits of anime characters. She’s got over 50k followers just waiting for her to drop the newest robin or satosugu edit. She’s also got of followers on the platform she posts her fanfics on. She’s big on x readers AND ship fics. That girl puts in work making sure both her edits and fics are absolutely perfect.

If you enjoyed likes/reblogs/replies are appreciated!!

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[resident-gay-bitch]

My Barty Crouch Jr headcannons:

He’s a kleptomaniac - at least to some degree. I think he can’t help but steal things from the people he loves, like he’s just always taking their shit and he has little collections of his favorite people’s things hidden away in his room

He actually has a massive fucking heart and feels so deeply but he doesn’t let anyone know that because his father kept telling him it wasn’t manly to have emotions so he shuts them all up

Death eater or not - wizards or not - stuck in a war or not - no matter fucking what circumstance Barty would actually kill for those he loves. If someone he cares about comes crying about being hurt he would lash out and hurt them back and he would not hesitate to kill them if granted permission

He’s not the healthiest. He smokes compulsively, if he was alive now he’d also vape like it was his last resort.

His diet is basically energy drinks, chips, and plain pieces of bread. He really doesn’t eat much at all so he’s really skinny to the point where it’s concerning and borderline an eating disorder.

He’s never or will never love anyone to the extent that he loves Pandora. He looked at her one day and just decided she was his entire fucking world. She’s the only one he really opens up too, the only one who sees him cry (before his lover), the first person besides his mum who’s ever hugged him and held him and told him he’s worthy of being loved. He would go to the ends of the earth for her, and he really wishes he could just put her in his pocket and protect her from everything. They are the ultimate besties.

Barty falls for every single one of his friends. Some deeper than others. But he gets crushes on anyone that makes the time for him, listens to what he has to say, and genuinely enjoys his presence. There aren’t many that do, so he genuinely fucking clings.

That man would have the most random fucking tattoos ever. They’re mostly cool as shit. Like he’ll have big scary boy tattoos but then smushed in between scorpions and snakes and like demons with blood he’d just have a little ghost with love heart eyes or something. Most of the random ones are because they’re funny or because Pandora said she liked something so he just got a tattoo of it. He also has her name tattood on his chest.

He has had them most retched mullets in his days. He only gets rid of them when Pandora finally breaks and asks him to grow it out. He somehow still gets bitches with those atrocities though.

If he was alive now, he would definitely own a maid costume and would pull it out at the most random times. Regulus / Evan would fucking thirst over it so much.

Acts like a dom outside the bedroom, the most bottom man ever in the bedroom - but he’s cheeky about it

He just wants to be loved at the end of the day

Would 1000% have a dick piercing. Probably even more than one. He would also have a dick tattoo because he’s stupid

His favorite colours are pale forest greens and sky blues

Socks on at all times when he’s around other people or in active mode. The only time they come off is in the shower or bed, and only if he’s in bed alone. Man’s will be butt ass naked without a care but he will still be wearing his socks. He also only owns dumb socks

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SHARE SOME OF YOURS! come put them all in my ask box <3

I do have more but this is what I’m sharing for now :)))

[the-sun-falls-like-a-guillotine]

admittedly, I just love feedism content in general, but the reason I love it so much in TMA fanworks is because The Magnus Archives is about hunger.

it's about thirst — bloodthirst (MAG112, MAG176), thirst for knowledge (MAG92, The Eye) — and hunger — hunger for power (Jonah Magnus), statement withdrawal (MAG148), feed your patron or it will feed on you (MAG89, MAG184). Any food and drink mentioned are often corrupted, whether literally, by memories, or by paranoia, like the human teeth apple from the anatomy students in MAG34, or the oolong tea offered by Also Martin in MAG186, or when Martin offers Jon a sandwich and Jon is so suspicious that he actually comes to the canteen to make sure it isn't tampered with (MAG53).

one of the only actual physical descriptors we get of Jon is scrawny (MAG185), so there's something very satisfying to me about relationship weight; about him recovering from years of deprivation and neglect; about a squidgy little belly in the palm of Martin's hand when he spoons in behind him. the thought of Jon and Martin safe and happy and healthy and together delights me, be it curled up on the sofa with tea and a bun, or making soup, or going out for ice cream.

I love the idea of Jon's much-improved appetite still not quite stretching to finishing his plate and he always insists that Martin finishes it without so much as one guilt-tinged word because he looks so ridiculously gorgeous when he's full, one big broad hand resting contentedly on the crest of his belly; or that scene I still have to work in somewhere where Martin catches Jon engrossed in their own reflection, studying the little roll of chub that now swells out over the waistband of their boxers, and Martin begins to panic because when he does that, his mind is loud and swarming with the voices of his mother, of other kids in the school playground, of the shitty men he settled for because he just wanted to be touched: oh, don't wear that top, Patricia, it makes you look fat; my mum has big tummy like you but there's a baby in hers; sorry, I don't think I can go through with this. I don't like girls and your hips are just... too wide. but Jon just turns to him and smiles with sparkling eyes and says I look... loved.

I'm also working on a polychives au where the worm bites across his back and shoulders restrict Tim's movement so working out isn't really an option anymore, and one by one all his coping mechanisms fall through leaving only food. the weight begins to pile on, stretch marks spreading like lightning across his belly, his chest, his hips, and for a time he feels so horribly conflicted about it because it feels good, but it doesn't feel like himself in any way that he's used to. then Sasha tells him in no uncertain terms how much she likes it, and once a miscommunication is sorted with Martin, and Jon begrudgingly agrees to try the four of them being together, he starts to love his swelling belly, his puffy little tits, every bit as much as they do.

I love love LOVE picturing Tim with this big lovedrunk smile, absolutely boneless in a cuddle puddle as he jokes that he should get a ouija board planchette tattooed around his belly button because of how often they each have a hand on his pudgy belly, like they all do now.

just... the softest of soft recovery and comfort against the cruelty of the original work.

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY

In a completely unsurprising turn of events, my rewrite of tbbw's chapter 5 had to be split into 2 chapters because I've added so much. So the old chapter 5's contents are now chapter 5 and 6. Here's a snippet from the new chapter 6:

“Oh my god, she’s inviting him to the Ball,” Caroline exclaimed, eyes popping between Rebekah and Matt, watching as the former smiled demurely, placing a hand on Matt’s arm and swear-to-God giggling at something he said. That snake. She spun to Elena, outraged. “Why is she inviting him?”

Elena glared at Rebekah from her seat, the anger in her eyes fading a little to make way for resignation. “Probably to get this reaction from us.”

“Urgh!” Caroline huffed, leaning back with a scowl on her face, folding her arms over her chest. “What day is this stupid dance again?”

Elena turned towards her, eyes hopeful. “You’ll come?”

Caroline rolled her eyes, still glaring at where Rebekah stood. “I’m not leaving you and Matt to those vipers.”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, Caroline,” Elena said softly, looking worried. “I mean, if Klaus invited you…won’t he expect you to dance with him?”

“It’s like you said, he’s following his mum’s rules right? I should be fine. ” 

“Still, I get it if you want to bow out.”

“Not a chance,” Caroline declared firmly, offering Elena her first smile of the afternoon. “Besides, do you know how jealous Courtney will be if I go to this Ball while she’s not even invited?”

Elena’s face broke open in a grin, laughing a little. “Is she the one that-”

“That saw Klaus pick up Rebekah from school that one time and has been thirsting after him ever since? Yep,” Caroline finished for her, eyes widening to show how truly ridiculous she thought her classmate’s crush was. “I mean, objectively, I get it-” Who didn’t? Even Caroline could admit Klaus was hot. Just more in the I-kill-people-and-I-look-good-doing-it kinda way. “-but has she never heard of the phrase don’t judge a book by its cover? Or stranger danger?” 

“Clearly not,” Elena mused with a smile, picking up her menu again.

Caroline huffed, leaning down to take another sip of her coke. “And what’s worse,” she continued, talking around her straw, “she said she met one of the other brothers yesterday morning in the town square and will not stop TALKING about it.”

Elena’s brows flickered with confusion. “Elijah?”

Caroline shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. She said he looked our age, maybe a little older. Apparently she-” hear Caroline held up her fingers to make air quotes, “-‘accidentally’ bumped into him and he was totally flirting with her, and then they shared this ‘moment’-” Elena opened her mouth, no doubt to ask what Courtney meant by ‘moment’ but Caroline had already lived through Courtney’s nauseating retelling of their make out session against the wall of the Grill and she was not repeating it. “-don’t even ask - where she pointed out he had a bit of ketchup smeared on the edge of his mouth.” 

When Caroline stopped talking, staring at Elena, clearly waiting for a reaction, her friend blinked, looking lost.

“So?”

“So?” Caroline echoed, throwing her hands out in frustration. “Elena, it clearly wasn’t ketchup.”

Elena’s eyes widened in realisation. “You think it was blood.”

“That family? With their record?” Caroline scoffed, leaning back with her head held high. “I know it was blood.”

“Kol’s not one for table manners, I’m afraid,” Rebekah announced, joining their conversation. Caroline flinched a little at her sudden appearance behind her - why was it, she could be so loud in those heels when she walked away but so silent when sneaking up behind them? Dramatic bitch.

“Were you listening in?” she asked to hide her unease. “Creeper.”

Rebekah shot her a smile that was all fake pleasantries and masked murderous intent. “Only when you started gossiping about the bachelorhood of my brothers.” She tilted her head, eyes raking over Caroline, silently judging her. “To think I once respected your taste in men.”

“Hey,” Caroline spat, jabbing a finger in the Original vampire’s direction, “Courtney is the one gossiping, not me.”

Rebekah’s nose scrunched up with disgust, familiar with their dark-haired classmate who was a particular breed of rich who thought every new trend was the height of social status. At the moment, the girl was on some vegan diet she’d found on a guy’s blog and bragging about the advantages of goat yoga.

“Kol was flirting with Courtney? I very much doubt that.”

Caroline sent her most saccharine smile back, the one that was all politeness but said in my head, I’m stabbing you in the eye with a hot poker. “Maybe your brother’s just shallow, like you.”

Rebekah’s face dropped, lips twisting into a sneer.

Elena awkwardly cleared her throat, shooting Caroline a warning glare. “Kol? That’s his name, then? Your brother?” she asked Rebekah, diverting her deadly attention from Caroline. 

When Caroline didn’t back down, merely raising her chin higher in challenge, something relented in Rebekah’s eyes and slowly, she turned to Elena, even though she glanced back at Caroline with a contemplative look on her face from time to time.

“Finn’s the eldest. Kol though, he’s younger than Klaus. Older than me. I’m sure you’ll meet them both soon, or Kol will eat you,” she said with a smile at Elena, turning to walk away, this time to leave the Grill, heels clicking behind her. “Whichever comes first, he’s not one to play by my mother’s rules.”

“Elijah won’t stand for it!” Elena shouted after her, as determined as Caroline to get in the last word.

Neither saw Rebekah’s smirk.

“As long as Kol isn’t setting the house fire,” she called back over her shoulder, “I doubt my dear older brother will care.”

[dollypopup]

canon divergence AU where Penelope confides in Marina and they actually become friends slaps soooo hard tho

Penelope coming to Marina when Portia locked her up in her room and Marina telling her about George just like in canon, but this time, Penelope sympathizes with her and listens as Marina laments about George, and shows her their letters, and Penelope is so moved by how open Marina is and so touched by their love story that she shyly says "Marina, in finding this out, I cannot help but feel I have judged you unfairly. I was so upset at your growing closeness with. . .well. . .Colin. . .Colin is like my George. I am not with Colin’s child but I feel as though I feel about him the same as you do George. The way you talk about your George is the same as…well…I feel about Colin. Our feelings mirror one another." and Marina being so appreciative that Penelope confided in her and immediately being so understanding and supportive. She's waiting for George to come steal her away but she gets why Penelope is into Colin. They're bonded through their love being a difficult thing for them or a thing they cannot fully act on. they find kinship with one another through it and decide to help each other

Just imagine how much better *both* their lives would be if they just formed a real friendship? Penelope helping Marina with writing letters to George, having secret sleepovers in her room even tho Portia forbids it, banding together to stand up to her, snooping with one another after that letter she forges and discovering the truth together, thirsting over Colin!!! So many of Penelope's frustrations would be eased if she just had *someone* she could thirst over Colin with. Marina telling Pen how babies are actually made. Penelope using LW to help Marina find a husband and/or to attempt to find George. Marina telling Colin he's a sweet man, really, and that he's been nothing but kind to her, but he already has people that make him happy and people he makes happy, in turn. Marina's 'You have Penelope' actually making sense. Penelope becoming Marina's wingwoman and Marina becoming Penelope's. The two of them giggling behind their fans in a ballroom, whispering about how he just looks *so* cute when he's bumbling about looking for them on the dance floor and did you notice his waistcoat is especially form fitting tonight?

we could have female solidarity. we could have sisterhood. we could have Penelope's circle widening. we could have them openly thirsting on Colin having Cake on main!!! Marina can have a full support system. Penelope can have someone to vent with. Penelope introducing Eloise and Marina to each other! The friendship! The sarcasm! The roasting of nonsensical ton rules and expectations!

We can even still have Marina in a carriage with Phillip, so long as she chooses it, because Penelope in this AU would ensure Marina got *more* choices, not less, but this time Penelope runs to her, clutching her hands, telling her she'd write. we could have Penelope coming to visit, having an opportunity to leave her mum's house whenever she wants under the 'I'm going to see Marina' excuse. we could have Penelope playing with Amanda and Oliver as Marina teaches them French or going on promenades with her out on the *massive* grounds. We could have Marina tell Penelope how good it is to have family over. . .well, *some* family, and the two of them laughing about it. We could have ALL the Portia roasts. We could have Marina slyly going 'soooooo, what of Colin?' when she stops by and Penelope going 'soooo, what of *your* affairs?' in return as they titter about it

we could have it all

[keysmashhhhhhhh]

Tag Games!!! :))

thank you to @fandomchaosposts and @grandprixwinnerlandonorris for tagging me!!!!! dude i love tag games so much :)))

Who is your favorite driver?

SEBASTIAN VETTEL <3333 always and forever ever since i was a kid its always been him :)

Do you have other favorite drivers?

Ex Drivers: Nico Rosberg (started off liking him because it annoyed my gran who is a massive lewis fan but genuinely he grew to be one of my favourites, especially since retiring) and Jenson Button (my first memory of watching F1 is my gran thirsting over jenson haha)

Current Drivers: LANDO NORRIS (grand prix winner ahhhh), Alex, Oscar, Yuki are the drivers who i cheer for most often but honestly i love most of the current grid

Who is your least favorite driver?

Ooh actually a hard question, i dont "hate" any driver particularly if i dont like them i sort of just dont watch them you know? i know some people love to hate but im not really about that life haha

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

Its 50/50 - mclaren was always sort of "my" team because when watched f1 with my gran she cheered for lewis and jenson so mclaren always felt like the team to support but when i started to become a seb fan i hopped from red bull to ferrari to aston as he moved.

If you like teams, what team do you pull for?

Mclaren all the way 🧡 

How long have you been into F1?

I have very hazy memories of jenson winning in 2009 but i was 4 years old so i didnt have any critical thinking skills to understand what that meant. i wasn't really "into" it until i a couple of years ago

What got you into F1?

its hard to say, id say the nostalgia of watching it as a kid plus the fact that the community has grown a lot more in the last 10 years plus a seriously improved attitude towards women as fans (i remember in primary school one of the boys used to make fun of me for liking a "boy" sport whenever i talked about f1 - this was only 10 years ago which is crazy)

Do you enjoy Fanfic/RPF?

im a tumblr girl for a reason of course

How do you view new fans?

there is a noticeable difference between newer fans and older fans but i think its all about perspective. i mean i talk to my friend at work and he tells me about the races he watched in the 80s and 90s so of course to him im a new fan of f1 but when i talk to people who got into it in the last couple of years they see me as an older fan so i think its all about respecting the people who were fans before you and also welcoming the people who have become fans after you :)

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?

Williams (my qualifications is i can sort of use Microsoft excel haha)

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?

My gran is the og lewis hamilton fangirl, my mum is into it (she's a george russel fan) and my sister is a charles fan - funny story my dad absolutely hates sports so he's the only one not interested but he absolutely LOVES LOVES LOVES nico rosberg and says he dresses like a bond villain

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

OMG YES!!! its so funny though because i always assume my mutuals are like wayyyyyyy cooler than me haha

Tagging (no obligation if you're not feeling up to it!) @love4lando @sof1shticated @multiseb21 @formulapisces @481boxboxbaby @georgeinamerc + anyone else who feels like it!!!!

[theluckywizard]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @melisusthewee and @zenstrike! Weee it's the New Year! And I have already written a whole bunch, but specifically I picked up an old Cullen POV Companion Fic I never finished called The Coldest and Warmest Dawn where he and Dorian, Vivienne and Alexius try to find a way to protect the non-mage herald, my OC Rose, from the amount of magic that will flow through her in closing the Breach. So this is part of my next chapter BELOW THE CUT

Cullen can smell it as he crosses the nave. He reaches back for a handful of his neck and squeezes away the sudden tension. His tongue feels dry all the way back into his throat as he breathes it in— cloying and seductive. When he first took it, barely a man, he thought it reminded him faintly of molasses. Cookies at Wintersend. Mum kept them high on a shelf and carefully rationed them— you’ll eat yourself sick if I don’t she’d said. He snuffs softly in remembrance even as his skin grows dewy around his hairline with gathering sweat.

Nobody else in the chantry seems to notice the odor, but it’s unlikely anyone knows about the experiments. Nor would anyone be as sensitive as he is.

He wets his lips and presses onward, confident in his ability to overcome the thirst. The other week a crate of lyrium had arrived on his desk for inspection with a shattered philter. And before that there had been a scuffle over one of the last doses before a required rationing period. They’d all stared at the spilled liquid, that sublime luminescence spattered all over the rough boards of the tent floor. They’d all wanted it, but none so much as him. And he’d resisted it.

So opening the door to the Chantry’s cellar, greeted by an airborne wall of the substance that nearly knocks him back, he steps into it descends without hesitation. Duty demands it. And Rose requires it. 

By the time he crosses the length of the chantry, having ducked the wrought iron pendants throwing a modicum of fire light into this damp, miserable space, his body practically vibrates with minute tremors, but he clenches his gloved hands and focuses in on the animated arguing from the cells.

“We have but one more vial. You’ve trifled it all away with your haphazardness.”

“Oh I’m sorry, should I not have attempted to apply your theories? It wasn’t mine that soaked the lyrium up like a sponge.”

“Where is your sense of precision? An ogre could do a better job with the measurements.”

The templars on guard look harried and anxious when they salute him. Alexius’s weariness is so pronounced that this endeavor seems like a worse punishment than any other they might have invented for him.

“Ah. Commander!” says Dorian. “Settle this dispute will you?”

“There is no dispute, only the lackadaisical laboratory work of an absolute novice,” says Vivienne evenly.

“We are going to need more lyrium,” drawls Alexius, his exasperation hanging on each word. Cullen never expected to sympathize with such a man, but he feels it keenly.

“More?” They were already stretching the smuggled supply line to a fraying thread and his standoff with Fiona over lyrium allocation continued without end, an impossible but necessary grind to impress upon her of the need for his templars. He hated that safeguarding the wellness of the men and women who’d followed him to the Inquisition conflicted so heavily with the task of closing the Breach. They were his duty both and prioritizing one over another stressed him beyond measure.

Tagging with no pressure! @rowanisawriter, @nirikeehan, @alistairsprayerwarrior, @crackinglamb, @about2dance, @greypetrel, @ammoniteflesh

I want to see what you're working on!

[skywlker-sluvtt]

My mom referred to hayden as "the guy that can't act." I was defending him saying he can act, he just had a bad script. Like he's such a good actor!

BAHAHHAHHA WHY IS MY MUM THE SAME????

SHE HATES HAYDEN FOR NO GOOD REASON

okay storytime, i was thirsting over him the other day and then my mum pulled up a scary photo of him and put it on our tv and bullied me abt it for ages and i couldn't stop laughing.

this pic btw:

WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS CRYING! LEAVE MY MAN ALONE MOTHER!

anywayssss i genuinely think hayden's a good actor! people out here saying he's just a pretty face but he's talented too. he just gets put in shit movies! also, the dialogue in the prequels was ROUGH but c'mon he did it well with all the goofy shit he had to say!

i really like him in awake and shattered glass i think other than rots those are his best performances. unfortunately, bro was been put in some absolutely despicable movies and that made people dislike him more which makes me so mad bro,

LMAO SORRY ABT THE RANT

[ofprosecution]

[raquel cassidy — 50 — she/her] Introducing CYNTHIA BELL-VASQUEZ. Word on the street is they are a PROSECUTING LAWYER, and despite what others might think, they remain NON-CORRUPT. Though they are QUICK TO JUDGEMENT and STUBBORN, they can also be INTUITIVE and INTELLIGENT. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in. 

Heya! I'm C, very excited to write with you all.

— BASICS

Name: Cynthia Bell-Vasquez Age / D.O.B.: 50 + 28/09/73 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Ciswoman, she/her & Bisexual Hometown: Madrid, Spain Affiliation: Law enforcement — Not corrupt.) Job position: Prosecuting Lawyer Education: College Degree Relationship status: Divorced Children: 3 Positive traits: Intuitive, Intelligent, Maternal, Patient, Quick thinking Negative traits: Quick to judgement, Stubborn, Nosy, Workaholic, Bitter

— BIOGRAPHY

Cynthia was born in Spain, her father was a general practice doctor and her mother was a lecturer at the local university. They had high expectations for their daughter but not a lot of time for her.

When she was 14 the family of three moved to New York. It took Cynthia a bit of time to adjust and she was marked as different for her accent.

Instead of focusing on bullies she kept her head down and studied. She studied hard soon getting top grades. One 'distraction' was William Bell. She was smitten with him very quickly.

Cynthia got into university and already had plans to major in Law when the time came. She liked the idea of bring justice.

But then life changed, just after graduating high school Cynthia found out she was pregnant. She loved William but the idea of a child was terrifying. They got married too. When their first child was born Cynthia struggled to adjust to motherhood, especially when William then went to the Naval Academy. Not to mention the fact she'd had to put her college dreams on hold.

Overtime she adjusted though, she did love being a mum but the thirst for more didn't go away. When the Bells first child reached the age of childcare she applied once more and got in.

Although finding the balance between mother and student was difficult she managed and eventually graduated with an offer to intern at one of the city's top firms.

Over the years Cynthia was able to worker way up in the ranks at work as well as having two more children with Bell. Although she is aware of the corruption and danger from the gangs she has been resolute in her fight for justice and refuses to be corrupt.

Eventually her personal life turned difficult though and, after seeing William's paranoia and lack of trust begin to bloom she asked for a divorce. Whilst she wanted to make it work she knew that it was getting worse.

She keeps an eye on him from afar and sees her children at least once a month. It hurts that she's lost the family she treasured and so she has currently been throwing herself into her job.

[hxhhasmysoul]

I followed you for hxh but now I'm forced to look at junutsu kaisen all day. Who tf are these guys. Why are they naked.

Hmm, idk when you followed but that the fact that I'm obsessed with Yuuji has been in my blog description for over a year XD

I'm trying to reblog as much naked HxH art as I can, but it's a small fandom, it has amazing and dedicated artists who I love dearly but they just can't be expected to produce as much art as ones from a much larger fandom.

I'd be easier to answer who a particular guy is if you at least described them.

I reblog Yuuji a lot and he's rarely naked. He's more of a cute outfits guy, you know. Or like action pose guy, though recently just very mentally broken... He needs a hug. Best boi.

I also reblog Yuuji's mum a lot. Kenjaku also usually wears clothes though recently they've been known for sexy cosplay. The artists know what's up, they are serving so much juicy working mum stuff, praise the art gods, honestly. But still the best Kenjaku art is with their baby.

Then I reblog some cute girls, Nobara, Hana and Kirara a lot, and Maki, and Yuki. They all usually wear clothes. I mean Maki is known for her guns, rightfully so, and Yuki for her iconic belly, artist who have fun with that are very appreciated.

I sometimes reblog Uro and Yorozu, naked queens, very underappreciated by the fandom. I wish there was more art with them, especially more naked art. Because I'd reblog them much more, but there's nothing to reblog ;-;

Same goes for Takaba, he could stand to be drawn more and artist should jump onto his obvious tumblr sexyman vibes.

I also often reblog Junpei but he's a tortured jellyfish baby. I don't recall any naked art of his.

I did reblog some smutty Uraume art, but that's rare, alas. There's still some nice clothed art of them so some consolation there.

Then there are other characters I will reblog if I see nice art of them though they are not popular in the fandom that much, sadly. Like with Takaba, people are sleeping on Toudou if you ask me. Though I wouldn't reblog naked Jougo art, the poor guy got molested by Gojou twice, I'd feel awful objectifying him after that.

There are other guys I'll reblog too, like Higuruma, or Chousou or Nanami. But trust me, I don't like them like that.. I could reblog much more naked art of theirs, they just don't do it for me like that.

But likely you're referring to Sukuna.. I do simp for him, like several other people on the ace and aro spectra ... Like my fellow Sukuna simp said, he's very climbable. And Sukuna, poor thing, is very clearly allergic to shirts. It's tragic when you see how quickly he rips them off. I think he's not used to the chemicals in modern fabrics. Also in his true form, the climbable one, he's got 4 arms and a belly mouth. One can only bemoan the contemporary fashion industry for not creating clothes that would accommodate that. And since he leveled a city recently, it's much harder to get him bespoke stuff. It's all very sad, if you think about it.

________

I hope that it at least partially clears up who they are. For best thirst angles I'd refer to the manga, though.

[quodekash]

well that episode was freaking SOMETHING

Gun in Tinn’s imagination is always the funniest thing

WHY WAS POR’S OVERNIGHT BAG SO FULL

Also I thought that now they’ve both confessed we wouldn’t get anymore Tinn imagination scenes but we still get them and I deeply appreciate it because they’re so freaking funny

TIW THOUGHT SOUND AND GUN WERE SECRETLY DATING AND I WAS FREAKING OUT COS SURELY HE DIDN’T ACTUALLY SEE THAT AND WAS TIW TRYING TO CREATE DRAMA AND WAS OUR BESTEST SHIPPING BOY STARTING TO BECOME NOT THE BESTEST but it was fine, he misread the situation, and Tinn barely changed the way he spoke to gun and they communicated and solved it quickly so it was fine

When the characters suddenly speak English, if only for a little bit, it’s so startling. Like stop. Stop speaking our disgusting language pls keep speaking your beautiful flowing poetic lovely language I prefer hearing that, English is so jarring. Like I’m so used to neung sawng saam see not oNe TwO tHrEe FoUr

they said they had to run through the rain. no one saw it rain. and also they surely smell like chlorine. how is everyone so STUPID?? (INCLUDING Tinn’s mum)

“I slept really well in class, I’m ready to pull an all-nighter!” Ah, the classic high school experience

about halfway through I was getting very angry cos we’d gotten like five seconds of Soundwin

but then immediately that thirst was quenched

also HOW WAS WIN PUTTING ON SOUND’S HELMET MORE INTIMATE THAN WHEN THEY LITERALLY BASICALLY KISSED??? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY??? I’m not complaining but HOW

“Save that hand to play guitar, let me be the hand for you” HOLY. BAJOOLIES.

WE FINALLY GOT THE MOTORBIKE SCENE

WIN WAS ACTUALLY BEING NICE TO SOUND AND SOUND WAS ACTUALLY GENUINELY HAPPY IN WIN’S PRESENCE

WIN FED SOUND WIN FED SOUND WIN FED SOUND

AND THE WAY HE DID IT- THEYRE LITERALLY JUST BOYFRIENDS AT THIS POINT

yes Tinn and gun you’re very cute and you’re the main characters and yadda yadda I love you but could we please get back to Soundwin????

“What musicians like me want the most ISNT advice or nice instruments. It’s the audience.” LUKE PATTERSON IS THAT YOU?

WIN OPENING AND CLOSING THE WATER BOTTLE FOR SOUND FJFJFJFJH

“I want to pee.” “Why are you telling me?” REFERENCES TO THE LAST EPISODE FJFJFJFHH

AND SOUND’S PURE ELATED SMILE- I CANT TAKE IT

“You want me to take you?” “I’m kidding. Thanks.” “How’s your wrist? Is it better?” “Why? Are you worried about me?” “…What? I’m worried about our band. I’m afraid you can’t play guitar.” “Don’t worry. I’m 100% fit to play. I got a very good caretaker.” “Of course. I’m a very good caretaker.” First of all: MY HEART! Second: they’ve never been so GENUINE with each other. Every time sound said a word, he was looking up at win, and pure joy, elation, happiness, ALL THOSE GOOD WORDS, were all over his face. He’s literally never been so smiley and happy, especially not in win’s presence. (My guess is he’s finally seeing that there’s a chance for his feelings to be reciprocated so he has hope and happiness and HE MAKES ME HAPPY OKAY?)

“let’s not waste all of the bbq pork we’ve eaten!” Out of context, that’s just a weird little quote. But if you’ve seen the show, it’s actually inspirational and lovely (i may go more into this another day)

HELL YEAH THEY GOT INTO THE NEXT ROUND OF HOT WAVE

they need to compose a new song which will be really difficult but it’s fine

I’d also just like to say real quick: I love guns mother with ALL MY SOUL. “*pinching his cheek* you did great, buttface” HOW IS SHE SUCH A PERFECT MOTHER??? AND THAT HUG. THAT WAS A PERFECT HUG.

this show may actually be the death of me.

I saw the nivea bottle. I smelt the sponsorship. And I made my predictions: Tinn was going to appear out of nowhere and clean gun’s face for him and they would have a sweet moment.

and then what happened? Exactly that.

and then they made it seem like they were FINALLY GOING TO KISS but it was only a flipping forehead kiss. Which like that’s fine I like forehead kisses they’re very cute but I got my hopes up for nothing

Tinngun’s hug at the end was a very nice hug

EPISODE 9 TRAILER

WE’RE FINALLY GETTING THE FREAKING BEACH SCENES AND I GENUINELY DONT KNOW IF ILL SURVIVE THE WEEK. AND IF I DO, IDK HOW IM GONNA SURVIVE THE EPISODE

why are Tiw and Tinn there. They’re not in the music club. Im not mad I’d just like to know please.

I THINK SOUND’S LOVE SONG IS GONNA BE NEXT EPISODE OH MY GOSH IVE BEEN W A I T I N G FOR THIS

”gun and sound, yoy two write a song for the final round.” “do you want to try writing a love song?” “I like that.” “…yOU JUST SAID-“ “HEY!” “DONT TELL ME…” I THINK GUN AND SOUND ARE GONNA FIND OUT ABOUT EACH ORHER’S TINN AND WIN IT’S GONNA BE GREAT

AND ALSO GUN IS TELLING THE GUYS ABOUT TINN????????? IM SO CONFUSED

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💤 ❤️ 🍰 Vernon and Kaz?

Ask meme here!!

💤 Sleeping sign — is your oc a light sleeper or heavy sleeper? How are their sleeping habits?

Kaz

Heavy sleeper in that he goes out all night and tires himself out fighting or putting on a show, or otherwise getting fucked up in some way, then goes to bed at around 3am and sleeps until 2pm. You could shine a torch in his face or play loud music in his room and the most he’ll do is stir slightly before rolling over to face away from the disturbance. Sleeps like the dead.

Vernon

Light sleeper. Finishes work up at around 5am and will be in bed by 6am. Doesn’t sleep for long as his flatmate tends to be kind of noisy whenever he wakes up, and the noise disturbs Vern’s rest. If undisturbed he’ll naturally wake up after around 5 hours. Has blackout curtains in his room as he needs total darkness to sleep, but works at night.

❤️ Red heart — what are three of your oc’s positive traits?

Kaz

Cares about his team a lot. While Kaz usually isn’t all that bothered about being nice to other humans, he takes very good care of his pokemon. After waking up and sorting himself out he’ll spend time grooming them, making sure they look as good as he does. His Zangoose may be called Dirtball but he has the cleanest, most luxuriously soft fur you will ever feel.

Loyal to a select few. If you manage to become someone Kaz genuinely considers a close friend, or help him in a (extreme) time of need, he will do his best to never betray your trust. If other people talk shit about his friends he will be fighting them.

(sort of) Laid back. Kaz may be pretty aggressive, both on and off stage, but other than his thirst for adrenaline he’s pretty go with the flow and chilled out when he isn’t looking for a fight.

Vernon

Patience of a saint. His job requires it, especially when dealing with drunk passengers and nervous flyers. May look grumpy most of the time but very rarely actually loses his temper or allows frustration to show.

Caretaker personality. Has a need to dote on the people he cares about, though he won’t always be openly affectionate with people. Sort to ask people to text him when they get home and check in on his mates often if he hasn’t seen them for a while. The mum friend of the group.

Organised. Not only does he have cleaning down to an art form and keeping his living spaces tidy, he’s very good at time management and managing schedules. If he’s booked an appointment he’s not going to forget it or be late.

🍰 Shortcake — what is/are your oc’s favourite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

Kaz

Likes stuff that’s sour or has citrus fruits in them. Would just bite a whole lime given the opportunity. Likes sour candies a whole bunch, but doesn’t have a specific favourite dessert. Wouldn’t turn down a key lime pie though.

Vernon

Doesn’t have the biggest sweet tooth when it comes to food (drinks are a bit different in his eyes), so prefers desserts that have dark chocolate in them over sweeter chocolates or fruit based desserts. Is partial to dark chocolate and stem ginger cookies.

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yes

When he’s a teenager and still enrolled in school, Benji walks with a neighbor that lives up the street. He lives with his family in a shit flat, like Benji lives with his family in a shit flat. His neighbor, whose mum works three jobs, gets it…even though he doesn’t get it. Benji and Saha, whose mum works one job but obsessively, are home alone often, and sometimes they sit without the lights on because their mum had forgotten to pay the bill before she left on a hunt, the landlord’s more a slumlord and he’s quick to shut off the electricity. 

His neighbor’s flat is dark sometimes, too. So he gets it. Benji gets it. They get each other. And from the ages of thirteen to sixteen, this mutual understanding and their walk to school are all they have in common. Nearly every morning, they walk and chat shit and get it, together.

Well. Not every morning. 

Bit more fun to cut and hang out behind the shop whose owner allows Benji to buy cigarettes before he ought to. Sometimes the two of them sit there for hours before class and well into the afternoon. His mum knew he was skipping like this, she’d kill him. But she doesn’t. And there are days were his brain is just… too fuzzy. Where even the idea of cramming himself into all that noise, all the bodies and focus and attention required is stifling, to say the least. though he’s not sure why. Likes his friends fine, passing everything, nobody bothers him much anymore. Still, gives him a fierce sort of anxiety. And oh fuck, please don’t make me. Like being in the passenger seat while somebody else plays chicken on the road.

His neighbor gets that, too. He lets Benji ramble about it when he feels like attempting to turn the complexities in his skull into something coherent. Doesn’t happen often, but he lets Benji. 

And then, one Thursday in October when they’re sixteen, when they’re skipping, Benji is pulled  close by hands curling in his black scarf. And he’s kissed square on the mouth. It’s his first. 

“Oh,” Benji says, genuinely taken aback. “Shit, mate.” 

“Sorry. I thought — I’ve been wanting to,” his neighbor laughs. “I thought I was being obvious, swear. Thought…you wanted to as well?” 

“Yes, yeah. I did. I do." Benji says before he thinks about it, trying to alleviate some of the anxiety he sees spread over the other boy’s face. And when he does think about it, as he’s reeled in for another, he finds that it’s true. Wanted it, this feeling. A mouth on his was nice even if he was unpracticed and worried about how to…go about it. 

It’s a good first kiss, anyway. Even if he walks away feeling strange.

* 

When he’s twenty, he’s not skipping class. He’s not bumming a cig to a friend. He’s not about to walk in late, get chewed out and reminded of truancy laws.

He’s twenty. He’s nearly done with his training. A trial run — his first on a team without his mum or Saha. 

Afterwards, he lights one up in an alley. He's covered in blood that isn't his and shaking. They’ve just done a proper wipe of a nest. Some of the inhabitants hadn’t even fought back. Couldn't.

The tall, handsome hunter he’d worked the job with finds him there, brown face lit in the soft orange of a lighter flame.

Benji thinks they’ve been eyeing each other for the past month, but he’s never been good with signals. 

Takes the big flashing neon for him to get it: he's being pressed against the concrete wall, being pulled in, hands slipping under his jacket to touch his chest.

“Do you want to —” 

“Yes,” Benji breathes into his mouth before the sentence even completes. Before he’s even sure if there’s weight behind that yes along with empty, eager air.

*

Five years later, Benji dies. In the meantime, he kisses a lot and he offers yes, and more, and plenty others. After he lives again, he thinks of a particular yes — one that he’d never even uttered. It sits bitter and thick in the base of his throat. Not like thirst, which is ever-present at the beginning of his awakening, but like those memories. His first slaughter, his first kiss, his first death. Hungry mouths to parts of him, eating in different ways.

He wants the remains of that final affirmative, aborted before he had received the choice to offer it. He seeks out Ina.

Well. He hunts Ina. 

But before he leaves, Bunny pulls him aside. Don’t get caught, they’d warned, in ‘her fucking mobius abandonment strip’. 

“She’s lonely,” the elder vampire had divulged to him with, at least for them, a moderately cruel sneer. Ever the gossip, ever buried in the mystifying anatomy of a puzzle, Bunny had leaned in close: “Likes to play all that up — the gift garbage. It’s not altruism or ritual, if you ask me. It’s an act. She acts like this is what she wants, but really it’s just what she knows. And listen, kid, she knows a lot. But she doesn’t know know, you get what I mean?”

“Fucking hell.” He’d scoffed, addled by the roundabout ranting. 

 “I’m just saying. She’s lonely. And after all that — ooh, well. She hasn’t told you, huh? Damn. What if she doesn’t ever tell you, Benji? That’d blow. Anyway. Important thing is that she’s been alone a long time. Worst thing for vampires that age to be, alone. That’s why there’s a bunch of you. So she won’t go fucking insane. So she’ll have choices.”

“Damn, doc. He’d said. “Do you even like her?”

“Like her just fine. Why?”

*

Benji considers how he might act, if he held within him everything Ina contained. How he might behave if the only constants in his life, the only things to anchor to, were himself and a deep awareness for the passage of time. 

Probably not logically.

And that realization makes him think of her in a new light; a way that isn’t burning red with anger. Resentment. He doesn’t like that, because it feels like empathy. He isn’t sure if someone like Ina deserves that — if he wants to give it. 

So when he finally does find her, they fight.

It’s nasty and cruel on both sides. Finally ends in a draw. Or, rather, ends with Ina shoving him away. Less a mutual surrender and more — 

“I don’t want to kill you again.”

“Kill yourself, then.” He spits, tongue touched to his split lip.

It makes her laugh. Wild and real. Un-fucking-hinged, head-back sort of laugh. It’s the sort of noise that says please, Benji, suicidal ideation is so your first two hundred years

And her unconfined joy combined with the mercy of not tearing his head from his shoulders when she could, brings him to the realization.

 Hadn’t been a hunt at all — she’d known exactly where, when, and how he was coming for her. Benji was new, but he wasn’t novel. She’d made as much clear. And she had been waiting to make him prove it. No predation, just him stumbling through an obstacle course she could run or fucking skip eyes-closed.

Because she wants to be found. Because she’s lonely.

*

She shows up at the manor again. He figures he passed her test. He has one for her, too.

Ina spends the majority of her time in the grand library, either alone or flanked by any number of the Rhoades dhampirs. When Benji works the nerve to confront her one evening, she’s thankfully alone.

He has a new threshold for intensity. The most innocuous things take relearning. Adapting to. One of those is how loud the turn of a page can seem in relative silence. 

Ina turns another. “You know, there are people who took this whole thing so much better than you are.”

“Don’t dodge. I asked why, Ina.” 

Ina doesn’t look up from her book. She turns yet another page, pastel-heeled foot tapping the air where it swings over her knee. “Because you were going to die.”

Benji stares at her, how she says it. Obviously. 

“Yeah. And who did that bit?”

Ina flaps her hand between them in the dismissive way that riles the bitterness in his throat. “Detail. Besides, I could tell that you didn’t want it to end. This, I mean. All this.” 

“And that’s where you care where I want something? After it’s gone and been done?” The words leave him in a near-bellow. He spikes the words at her with such a fierce intensity that they both pause. It’s unlike him.

“You…you just — I wasn’t — “ he holds his hands up uselessly. “Maybe I didn’t want this. Maybe some people don’t think of it the way you do.” 

“Well they’re wrong, then.” Ina says, brow raising. “None of us ask to be created.” 

Benji, curse ready on his tongue, shuts his mouth. Then, quietly: “It’s not the same and you know it.” 

Ina holds her right palm up, flashing the inked moon on it at him. She is unblinking. “It is, though. The universe didn't ask for the Big Bang. The moon didn’t ask to orbit the planet.” 

“Well, neither of those are living things that oughta have free will.” 

"Aren't they?" She asks, widening her already-huge crimson eyes. “Animism. Everything possesses a spirit.”

"That's not —"

Ina stands, striding towards him in a near-crawl that makes him snap his mouth shut.

“Just because we’re dead doesn’t mean we stopped having one.” She taps her chest. “If a rock’s got a spirit but no heartbeat, then I have a spirit with no heartbeat.”

It makes him pause, anger ebbing like the tide. Ina snatches up the silence. 

“If we have a spirit still,” She begins softly. “We go alive, dead, alive, dead. Wait for the next life, whenever it comes. But we’re — us — we're neither, Benji. That's the nature of it. Not alive, not dead. So doesn’t that mean you’ve been let go? Moksha?” 

As she speaks, the gears turn in his head. Except at the sudden drop of that word they grind to a crunching, gritty-loud halt. 

“Fuck off.” He spits, because it feels like a cruel dig at a part of him that he didn’t think was so visible. He tucks that part of him even further, letting rage settle into the vacant place because now the anger washes over icier than his skin. “You don’t get to do that.”

She shrugs dismissively. “Trying to help you. Makes sense to me."

His face twists in revulsion. “Ina, for all the reading you do? Don’t know a fuckin’ thing.” He taps his temples rapidly, so hard that it almost hurts. “You don’t know. You do not get it.”

Her face unexpectedly crumbles. Benji is aware of a tugging, inescapable wash of guilt. Not that he feels it, but that he knows it’s there, meant for him to collect and born of their bond. 

“I…I…never thought of it that way.” Ina��s voice crackles. Her eyes go wide and teary, punctuated by a dramatic sniffle.

His expression flattens immediately. “You’re messing with me.”

“Of course I am, Benji. Fookin' hell,” she mimics him, that wired snap of energy back in place. “You think you’re the first one to say that? Please.”

*

Benji doesn’t realize something is broken between them until he feels it slowly starting to repair. Stitched back together by weaving conversations, stories shared, and day-long debates held at her favored spot in Bunny’s vast library.

Today, they’re not indoors. Instead Ina is stretched on the manor’s rooftop, her pretty face tinted gold as it tilts towards the sun, while he finds refuge under the rooftop entranceway’s awning. 

“You’re assigning morality to the act of creation again, Benji.” Ina says impassively, kicking one leg over the other. “And nature.”

She’ll get no more tan, but that isn’t the point. He glances up at the sun overhead. It’s tempting. He misses it. Misses waking to it spilled across a bed or a lover or between the trees, dappling everything with delicate gold. Misses the warmth of it on his face.

“There’s morality in nature.”

“All of it,” She drawls in that accent. “Or just some. Would you get upset at mushroom for growing on a dead thing, or a lion for eating a gazelle?” 

“No. But mushrooms and lions aren’t... sentient like that.” Benji argues with a scowl, plucking a black thread on his pant leg. “Like we are. There’s a fuckin’ difference.”

“How?” Ina twirls her glasses around a finger, lifting her head from the folding chair to peer at him. She holds up her hand, counting:

“Okay, nature is moral, except when it isn’t. We have souls and sentience, except sometimes we don’t. We’re animals that need to survive, except when we’re not. Behaving in one’s nature is fine, except when it isn’t. We’re different from them, and different from our before, but we’re meant to align with that us?” 

Benji stares at her. “Lost me.”

“If you were taught that blue was purple, and purple was blue, wouldn’t you feel bad if someone teased you for looking at the sky and thinking  ‘ooh, lovely violet today’?”

Fuck's sake.

Sometimes, talking to Ina was the equivalent of the universe combining the contents of every bad trip ever taken into physical form.

“Yeah, sound, totally get it now. Thank you for the clarification.” Benji deadpans.

She waves her hands, plastic bracelets clacking together. “Benji. Death happens. Some things are meant to be eaten and some things are meant to eat. Blood is bad and sinful, blood is sacred.” She lifts both hands in the air, lifts and lowers them. “Sometimes blue is purple, and purple is blue. We’re taught.”

He considers this with a frown. “If they’re wrong things, shouldn’t we unlearn them? Shouldn't we choose better?”

“Better, worse. Wrong, right. Moral, amoral. We could go on like this forever,” Ina sighs, but it doesn’t sound frustrated. Just…delighted. As if she’d be truly happy to do just that — talk in circles with him for eternity. Debate. “Everything is complex and nothing matters.” 

She says it like it's a comfort. Like she's offering him a hug. One of her hand waves in the air, up at the sun and then in a sweep across the horizon. “Isn’t that great? Nothing matters.”

“Would've liked the choice to decide what matters to me and what doesn’t,” he points out. “Think most people would too.”

“Most people. Hmph. When I get bored of all this,” his sire says, ignoring his grievance in favor of sitting upright on the chair. Her long legs rise to allow her chin to rest on her knees. “I’m going to find someone who can launch me into space. Sometimes I wonder what the limits are.” 

“The…limits?”

She pats her chest. “Do you think we burn up in the atmosphere, in that heat? If any fire’s hot enough, right? I can’t walk on the sun, even if it doesn’t burn me now. Anyway,” she flops back down. “I’d have them launch me right into the vacuum.”

Benji stares at her, arms behind her head and sunglasses back in place. “You’d be alone. Like, forever maybe. ’Til you hit a star. Or…another planet or something.”

“Mhm.” Ina hums in agreement. “Just floating there, watching the stars. No creation or destruction, unless it just happened.” She snaps her fingers. “That’s what I’d choose. Stars and ‘forever maybe’.”

He deliberates the cut of sunlight, a diagonal strip that bisects the darkness of the awning’s shadow atop the stone roof.

“And what about hunger?" Benji points out, walking his fingers just to the edge of the shadow. Nestled close, but not into, the sunlight. “The loneliness would get me before the thirst. Think I’d go mental.”

Ina does that big sigh again, the one that sounds content. Delighted.

“I think I would, too.”