#also has the vibe of a really tall person being made to sit in the back seat of the car with the kids lol

[tsutsumi-kurose]

cackling over this panel I feel like this is teru’s hell lmaooo

pov you are teru minamoto and your vice president maybe-boyfriend just put you in clock keeper handcuffs and now you don't have access to your exorcist powers right as you've just been thrown into a bowl with not only school mystery number seven but also his somehow even more chaotic and disruptive little brother, who is kicking his little ghost loafers against your back and you can't do anything about it because your not-boyfriend took your powers away and also nene is like five now for some reason?? and you're about to be arrested for time crimes??? I do think up to this point he’s been above biting but this might be his breaking point I wouldn’t put it past him if he started biting lmao

[captain-n-crunchies]

My Perfect

L x Chubby Reader

A.N: ( See even though im like late I STILL POSTED! im on like grind yall but, this man so fine I'm like i must write my deepest soul wrenching words about him)

I'm not perfect.

That's it. I tried every day as a kid to be perfect; pretty hair, small frame, soft voice everything to look desirable to others I tried to be. In high school I needed to be bold, thicker but not too thick, tall but too tall; never speak overly passionate it was a turn off, don't wear too much makeup it's like I'm a slut, and never can venture out and find a comfortable look for me. I never let the girl inside eat.

I wasn't berated though? Yes, I got stares when I wore something sitting and people saw my stomach, like yes mothafucka I got a stomach y'all thought it was a huge ass pot in my shirt? Yes, I did get the ' I'm sO cOnFideNt!' talk when I ate something like fruit, who doesn't like pineapple? When shopping I had looks of could I fit this or that and nobody ever comforted me when I would cry about not fitting jeans.

I was never perfect. But he never cared.

*Back to when Light didn't find the Death Note yet*

Log In: June 23, 2017

" What are you having for lunch?" was asked by my closest coworker, Maria she and I was friends since our college days when cramming information about law, statistics, and for some reason Shakespeare; we were forever. I turned to her in this damn rolling chair that was obviously not made for a girl with that thang back there, I mean why is half my leg practically on the floor? I thought about it for a second.

" I could go for quick burger, what about you?

" That's fine! Also did you finish your report? I didn't even get to..." I just stared at her though my head in space, Maria turned to see what I'm looking at and she saw a strange man walking inside the room.

" Um...I don't think he works here?"

" Is this when we got to fight for our lives? I don't have no weapon."

The man tall, dark unruly hair not curly though it looks like a one of those emo people from the 2000's like my chemical romance vibes, he has a homeless man look on him...its kind of sexy thought but, he doesn't work here?

We watch him while towards us and goes to the head manager cubicle that two rows ahead of us. We look at each other and look down acting like we're working but, we really being nosy. We hear only indicant chatter and the strange man's voice, his name is Riuzaki? Or Rukai? I don't know and our manager asked again, and he ignored the question and started talking about something different. Kind of rude but, with the way our manager is I'd do the same; Maria looks at me and looks at the time and tells me it our lunch break so, we both get up and I make sure to push down my jacket a habit I did as a teen to look slimmer, we walk out and down the little pathway to the front of the office when we get close to the strange man I turn my head down, his eyes immediately traced to me and he stared at me and he turned, kind of weird his eye contact was intense!

We walked over to the company lunch places inside it's a tiny burger spot filled with American dishes; we haven't really eaten there so we decided to try it out since it was also raining. Maria order first, a chicken salad with extra chicken and cheese with a large drink and dessert then it's me, a cheeseburger with fries and a large drink with a cookie; we wait a bit and sat down at a two-seat table and we talk about the sight we just saw.

" I wonder if he's trying to get a job here? "

" For what though? we ain't got nothing available yet."

" What if they fired somebody!? I heard but I didn't hear from department C that somebody was overusing company resources and they got let go."

" Omg, who?" Maria was going to say but we hear a buzz, and our food was ready we grabbed a tray and the person who gave us our orders gives me a look, ya'know the look of ' Breaking that diet huh?' Its common but still is annoying so I mean mug him back and he backs off. Sitting down we talk about our topics of choice like vacations, fashion trends, the latest news when the man from earlier comes down; didn't even see him till he pulled up a chair beside me and stared. Like what?

" Oh, Hello!" I introduced myself and Maria does the same, but how says nothing and stared at me.

" Are you going to eat that?" He points at a strawberry cookie I got, I look and shake my head "no' even though I was saving it I give it to him and smiled. He takes it and thanks me and then turned to Maria and asked how she feels about the company. Now, Maria is a sweet girl but, if she can't say her opinion without lying so she tries to say it's wonderful but, he caught on.

" Don't lie. I'm not going to do anything."

" Oh! but I'm not! really it's a won-"

" Your eyes turned up, when some people lie, they eyes turn up to think of somethings. Your hands turned over into a clasped position saying you're more of nervous than calm when I asked."

She's shocked and so am I, he takes a bite of the cookie and then looks at me to which I look away and he stares at me; deep black eyes pierced into, and I just look away because if I looked back what if he jumps me and I gotta kick and scream like that would be so embarrassing!

" Are you nervous?

" No, never"

" Hm...You look uncomfortable" He continued eating and I looked at Maria with a head tilt.

" So, what's making me uncomfortable."

" Your clothes, your shoes are hurting your feet by the way you walked quickly, and you have the heels of them off" He responded quickly, and I was shocked I mean he didn't lie. I just look and Maria excused her and mouthed ' Whoop his ass' and went to the bathroom, so now it's just us. We look at each other and I just shook my head and began eating again. He just looks at me and then turns his body towards me completely.

" What?"

" Do you like your position here?"

If I had the choice between working here and $20, I would pick $20 and a bag of skittles, it has it benefits from time to time but it not worth the headaches and long hours and I tell him just that. He hums and says nobody ever been that honest and I could care less, I listen and eat when he asked another question.

" If you're really don't like how you look why don't you change it"

It wasn't even a question it was like a statement like he knew, he knew from when he stared at me, he watched me. I look at him shocked and I just chuckled and threw the rest of my food away and left, texting Maria that I got sick. Walking away I see him get up and follow me, so ignored him; he just walked beside me and just looks either at me or around him hunched over like he finna throw up. Like what compells somebody to say that? Did he think I'm the one to try to play around with thing you'll get a good joke ooutta me? I should've shoved that damn drink up his stuck up ugy big headed-

" Your mumbling"

"...ok"

" If what I said made you mad just say it"

" If I did I'll go to jail for man slaughter."

He just chuckled, even though I'm pissed he sounded a little smexyyy but, I'll still beat his ass. I keep walking towards the parking lot, and he grabbed my arm asking can he be honest.

" I mean if back there wasn't honest I don't know what is"

He just stared (he got a staring problem) and began talking about how he meant that he saw me adjusting my jacket a habit he saw a lot of girls do when they want to look slimmer, then he saw the look his manger gave us me when I walked past, he said it was in utter disgust. As he went on all the insecurities from the past came again the girl inside of me just began to show, I looked at him blank, my hands started to sweat, my thoughts ran through me like a train, and I couldn't hold it anymore as a sob slipped through like butter from my mouth. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.

" Being a girl in Japan is hard, being black in Japan is harder, being a fat girl and black in Japan is like a war zone every day in my mind. From stares, to the so called ' complements', to everything inside growing out of me is like a constant war zone. Having men look at me like a 3rd class citizen is the problem, having girls treat me like I'm beneath them was the problem and no one had a problem with it."

" But who could care? It's not like I can change what they say with the attitude they expect from a black girl. I'm not perfect but, they wanted me to be and how am I going to achieve that? Huh?"

I stopped for one second and he just said nothing, all the bottled-up feelings I've had just overwhelmed me and I overshared.

" I think your perfect"

" Lying is a sin ya'know"

" Then good I'm an atheist. Your look is perfect."

How can somebody look perfect? With a body like this, my skin to people in this country are like a permanent plague, and my hair is just a warning to them on its own. I am not perfect, but he thinks I am. He's trying to help me feel better and it's not going to work.

" If this is perfect then-'

" You're not going to believe something if you denie it so much."

This man says that beautiful is different to everyone, like what people grew up with which is skinny, fair skin, and cute people they think it's a standard and everyone that's not all three of those traits are ugly. He said the way I feel is how he felt as a child he was never built manly, he was always so small and skinny people thought he was sick. It never bothered him; he seemed wiser as a kid then the whole world at its years; I couldn't even disagree with any statements I always found how people views change when they see unique things or common things and associate them with ugliness or beauty.

" For a homeless man your very smart"

"...I'm not homeless."

" Oh...then why you dress like you've seen a clothing store in life."

" I have seen a clothing store. I just don't see the appeal of dressing up."

He's an emo hippie. But nevertheless, I just listen and make my own few points. We continued walking and he stops me again.

" What's your name?"

" Reader Last Name, and your?

" Call me L"

' Hello L"

" Hello Reader"

Now we walk in comfortable silence, by the time I'm by the garage L asked for my number, his contact now ' Emo Hippie' and mines?

'My Perfect'

A.N: ( i finshed! I love this one because i feel this irl about my body type but, i got over it and it's kind of hard to write L's dialogue without making him sound rude because he's only nonchalant. But, let me know if you like it!

[scekrex]

Hiya

I just got another idea for Adam and Reader. My intrusive thoughts didn't let me down again :p

So imagine a Reader meeting Adams friends for the first time, they get along, talk for most of the time with shakes and then one of them asks the reader a question. The question is ”How did the two of you actually started to date?” Adam and Reader glance at each other, Adam is more smug than not, but Reader is really embarrassed. That's because they met in the weirdest way, Reader has gone to ask his crush out, but was rejected and his intrusive thoughts get the better of him. So he asked the first person he saw on a date and that was Adam.

Hope you'll like it :p

Omg I adore it, this is low-key me coded hehe also might re-use the friends of Adam that I've described in this fic in the future.

I could treat you so much better I've known you forever figured you out

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

While your boyfriend was known for making questionable decisions, he definitely knew how to pick his friends because the people that surrounded you were the most relaxed angels you had ever met. The dudes’ vibe was so chill that you seriously considered hanging out with them more often.

They were a group of four. On one end of the couch sat Glenn, a blonde, quite tall dude who was built to look broad, he seemed to regularly hit the gym. Glenn’s face was peppered with the cutest freckles you had ever seen and his short, fluffy looking hair was slicked back. He was extroverted and loud, yet not loud enough to cause the situation to feel unnatural or cringe, if you remembered correctly he was also the drummer of Adam’s band - at least you were quite sure you had seen him on stage before.

Next to Glenn there was Nathan, though he had introduced himself as Nate. Nate was rocking a wolf cut, his black hair framed his pale face in a handsome way. His eyes held a lot of curiosity in them and you noticed that one of his legs was constantly bouncing up and down. He was about half a head smaller than Glenn and was wearing a lot of jewelry - you made a mental note to ask him where he bought it.

On Nate’s other side sat Jesse. The dude’s buzzcut was dyed a bright pink, he was about as tall as Glenn and carried himself would cause strangers to think of him as arrogant but once you got to know the man, he was a total sweetheart. His ears were pierced and a tattooed snake was wrapped around his neck.

And last but not least and therefore on the other end of the couch there was Shawn. Shawn was easily the smallest out of all of them, he was about two heads smaller than Nate, wore his long brown hair in a man bun and seemed quite confident - all of Adam’s friends seemed quite confident. Shawn was not only one of Adam’s closest friends, he was also the bassist in your boyfriend’s band.

Adam patted his leg, “C’mere babes.” A sly grin was on his lips as you made your way over to your lover to sit down on his lap - the dudes sitting on Adam’s couch left no room for you and therefore the brunette’s lap was the only seat available for you. Not that you minded, you liked being close to Adam, his friends’ company did not change that.

Glenn leaned forward, his arms resting on his legs as he looked at the two of you, “How did you even manage to pull Y/N, dude?”

Nate next to him added, “Y/N’s a fucking treat, ain’t no fucking way Adam pulled him, it must’ve been the other way around.” Adam rolled his eyes at that - if only they knew. But they didn’t and the fact that Adam would get to finally tell them how you and him met caused the brunette to grin the most smug grin you have ever seen on his lips as he looked down at you.

You looked up at the tallest man in the room from the corner of your eye and groaned in annoyance and embarrassment as soon as you saw the grin on his lips, “Fucking forget it.” You kept a careful eye on Adam’s body language and when you heard the brunette inhale deeply, you covered your face with your hands and mumbled, “Oh dear God please have mercy with my soul.”

But the first man ignored your silly little comment and told his boys the story anyway.

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The weather was amazing, it was warm enough to wear a t-shirt but not warm enough to feel all icky and sweaty - a typical day in heaven. You were walking next to Zack - one of your best friends - as you sipped on a milkshake you had bought a couple minutes ago. That was until your redheaded friend pointed out that your crush was walking right towards you.

“You know what? I’m just gonna ask him out,” you hummed around the straw in your mouth and before Zack was able to stop you from doing so and getting your heart crushed, you were already gone. Confidence was the word that would describe your body language best in that moment, your back was straight and you had a soft and natural seeming smile on your lips.

“Hey,” you greeted the taller man with a fist bump, “Nice to see ya out here, whatcha up to?” The male in front of you smiled back at you, apparently he was just as happy as you. “Oh y’know a lil bit of this, a lil bit of that,” he answered your question without actually giving you an answer - to be honest it was nothing that really bothered you.

Liam did that a lot. “What about you?” the male you were interested in asked. You breathed in, there was no point in tiptoeing around it, not when you had been so confident about it just a couple moments ago. Where did that confidence go? You did not know. Oh fuck, this was so much harder than you would have thought. You exhaled before your eyes met Liam’s.

“I actually wanted to speak to ya,” you began to lead the conversation in the direction you wanted it to go. “See, we’ve known each other for I dunno how long - fucking long though - and I wanted to ask if you would be interested to go on a date with me?” The smile on Liam’s lips disappeared the moment those words left your lips, his expression soured a little and while he did seem sorry, he also seemed slightly disgusted.

“Dude, I can’t date my brother from another mother,” Liam responded. He tried a little too hard to play it cool, instead of just rejecting you like any other of your friends would have done it, he made you feel kinda bad about it. Because you were unbiological brothers, at least that’s what you called each other. And the thought of that caused you to feel slightly disgusted by yourself.

“I have to go, I’m about to meet Harper,” Liam’s eyes darted over to where Zack was impatiently waiting for you to get your ass back to him. “Tell Zack I said hi,” and with those words he brushed past you, accidently knocking his shoulder against yours as he did so. Great, that had gone according to plan. What had caused you to think asking Liam out would end up with a good result?

“I swear,” you growled, your mood was ruined, your milkshake empty and Zack had that certain look in his eyes that was supposed to tell you that ‘Dude I fucking told you, next time you’re gonna listen to me’. Not that you would listen to him ever - hell fucking nah. “I’m gonna ask the next dude out that we meet,” and God must have been listening because just as you had finished that sentence, a familiar tall man rounded the corner and walked into your view.

Adam.

Fucking great, you and your big, stupid mouth. You were not in the mood to get rejected again . not that you had ever talked to the first man before. You had visited a couple of his concerts, had seen him walking through heaven’s streets with Lute by his side more often than you remembered. And now you were going to talk to him - ask him out even.

“What did you say?” Zack grinned as he spotted the first man. That comment earned your best friend a slap on the back of head, making him hiss. Not that you cared about that, you had more important things filling your head - the thought of hitting on Adam like those cringy fangirls you hated so much, oh fuck it.

You had been able to ask Liam out, you would survive it to ask the first man out as well. Adam was someone you were able to avoid if things would go south and you would embarrass yourself in front of him.

So before your mind started to overthink it all you closed the distance between you and him, the cocky grin on your lips told Adam everything he needed to know and if he was being honest he wanted to see where this would go. So he let you shoot whatever shot it was you had in store.

“Hey handsome,” you physically cringed at your own words, a shudder ran over your back and you flinched at the awkwardness that had just left your lips. ‘Hey handsome’? That was everything your stupid brain was able to come up with? At least the chances of getting rejected twice within less than thirty minutes was higher than it had ever been before. But a soft chuckle made you look at the first man who seemed visibly amused by your sad excuse of a flirt. You swallowed the last bit of pride you had within you and just got it over with.

“So whatcha doing tonight?” Oh so that was what you were aiming for. The grin on the brunette’s lips only widened as he took a step closer to you.

His wing wrapped around you and his arm came to rest on your shoulders, “Well now it seems as if I’m having dinner with a motherfucking hottie.”

-

Jesse snorted at Adam’s story, shaking his head in amusment, “Adam can be fucking happy that this Liam dude clearly has shitty taste.” Glenn agreed with his friend by humming as he was chewing on some chips. Your face was still hidden behind your hands, the first man seemed still very proud of his little story,

“We had lunch and then we fucked - it was absolutely fucking amazing. You should’ve seen him - bros I swear there’s nothing more beautiful than this man naked.”

The taller male who’s lap you were using as a seat squeezed your hips, causing you to squirm, “Stop that.” But it was Adam, he did very much not stop - in fact, he made it worse by nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck and blowing air against the sensitive skin.

“You fucked and then started dating?” Shawn questioned, slightly confused as he frowned at the couple. Adam pressed a quick peck to your neck before he backed off to answer the question Shawn had just asked. “Oh nah bitch, shawty and I didn’t start dating until decades later. For the longest time we’ve been just fucking around.” That caused even more questions to form inside Shawn’s head, “And how did that happen?” But the brunette shook his head, “That’s a fucking long story.”

[zzencat]

Tarot Mini Reading Request

My initials: SR, Sabrina Rocha

17.06.2004

Sun-Moon-Mercury-Venus-Lilith Gemini ♊️

His Initials: RP, Rico P.

29.11.1991

Coworker at gastro, leader/shift supervisor 2nd in-command. Charismatic, hard to get to know personally. Problem-solver, strategic and professional. Great at teamwork. Gym rat. No hobbies. No faith in love or trust, but seems to be devoted to God (wears cross), always has his doppio espresso. Speaks Spanish and likes Shisha bars.

Green eyes, tall and very fit, beautiful smile. Blueish-greenish grey aura/vibes.

Sort of became a little more softie towards me. Caring when I don’t make him book food for my dinner (one of his tasks for the team), sometimes double-asking. Defending me from a disrespectful coworker on some occasions. Seemingly being closer to me at times. Or like that time he stared almost intensely at my eyes….and I tried to hold the stare until I looked down and away…shy as hell.

Last time we worked together, I gifted him a letter. Sort of love letter confessing that I like him more than just a coworker and inviting him to a coffee date. Also reassuring him I respect him a lot as a person and hope nothing will change after this if he feels uncomfortable or can’t reciprocate the feelings back. At the end telling a little more about me via a self-made quote and songs. A few drawings and scents (coffee, vanilla and lemongrass) on the letter and envelope.

What will the answer be or rely to be most likely? Positive, negative. Any other cards telling more, as it’s a short reading?

I’d be willing to expand on that through paying a little extra amount for more card pulls and energy-reading.

Thank you so much already!

sabrina sorry but does his surname happen to be…puerto?? nah nah im kidding 😂😂😂 my own lil jokes haha im playin

rico’s energy?

ok so…he kinda has a weird energy to him? it’s kinda strange. it’s like he’s putting on some sort of act or something or maybe he has to but yeah you’re right about him being hard to open up. he’s getting there yes, also correct.. but there’s something that’s going to be revealed and it will change everything. it was probably your little confession, but he’s taking everything into account. it’s also strange that i got deception like 3 times in the reading already. not in a bad way but like…hiding his true feelings? ik this is a little late so idk if he’s answered you yet, but in his mind he’ll try to keep things as peaceful and harmonious, at least at work. i will say that whatever the outcome is, you’ll try to keep yourself balanced and logical. it’s gonna be hard at work but you’ll try really, realllllly hard. you might hold back feelings or suppress some emotions. also i pulled some advice for you. again, whatever the outcome, make sure you don’t change yourself. love will come to you naturally. ALSO!!!! be very careful materially. don’t be sharing finances out so easily, NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE!!!!!!! very important. be careful of theft as well. be careful who you let in easily. if you’re already guarded and are an alert person, that’s going to do you some good for now. i think you’re a fair person or at least you want to act fairly. you might have some moments where you feel like you have to overcompensate or prove yourself and your worth, especially at this job. be careful that you don’t become greedy materially. AND if people know you’re a hardworker and they happen to know how much you make, even if it’s more than them maybe, be careful with that as well. i want you to be super cautious money wise. you’ll feel down at times and to deal with it, you could put that energy into work or other things, so make sure you rest yourself and give yourself time to sit down and process emotions sometimes ok? i don’t think you give up easily either so good on you! you’re just getting started hahah. and you are worthy alright? don’t ever doubt it.

i think there’s possibility for there to be a love connection (in the future)! it just probably won’t happen super soon bc of financial reasons. he could feel pretty stuck and unsure how to really move on from now. whatever the outcome, he doesn’t want there to be drama between you two or work. he’d like to keep everything civil. if he’s a little avoidant, it’s probably bc you’re taking steps to pursue him. not that he thinks it’s bad! he’s just kind of in that…uncertain period, esp emotionally. it’s not you tho! not your fault or anything. the good thing is that he’ll try to be nice about everything. maybe it won’t happen so soon, but there is definitely a chance for you in the future with this guy. it could also be an age thing, so maybe he’s waiting for you to be more financially stable or just ready in general. he could also be in that energy where if he pursues this relationship, he’s thinking about *everything* that could change in his life.

that’s all i have for you sabrina!! thank you for joining the game :)

[peaterookie]

Elongated Emperor's Pokemon Infopost

hi!!! everyone!! This is a bit different from what i usually do A year ago, I've had these paradox pokemon designs sitting in the gutter, getting extremely dusty, so now I'm giving them a fresh new redesign and additional info about them!!

These pokemons are based off of @diamondpastry's OC, Longkii !!

here's what he looks like. but this post isn't about him, it's about my thing. so shoo longkii

paradox pokemons are essentially variants of existing pokemon but reimagined into what they would look like in the past or in the future. it's much more complicated than that but i think i would be here all day if i have to explain everything throughly.

This post is for the past variant I have created, which is named Elongated Emperor. If you want to see the infopost for the future variant, Iron Launcher, then go here! >> [Iron Launcher's Infopost]

i will explain all the things about this big guy and go into his game info if he were to be in the gen 9 pokemon games, so let's get started on his design!!!

silly goober!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The main design inspiration for EE is that of the caterpillar and the man-eating worm. i can easily imagine a dangerous, giant, fat bug like this living in the past, and Longkii's very long body can easily be described as a worm. why would a bug have feathers and horns though? this is because paradox pokemon usually have very ridiculous features!

take the paradox version of Volcarona and Suicune for example. Slither Wing(left), despite being a bug pokemon, is covered with fur and has a rather out-of-place dinosaur tail. Walking Wake(right) on the other hand, changed from a leopard to a raptor and has two tails!! its kinda sick ngl

these design philosophy are stuff i tried to incorporate in Elongated Emperor. I also tried to make it as colorful as possible and cover it with markings, much like a primitive animal.

The crown Longkii sports in the og design gets changed into red feathers, much like a peacock's feather that it uses to attract a female peacock. Instead of attracting a mate however, EE uses its feathers to attract its next meal. the red circles around the arms also for the same use, it isn't there just for show!

these two things have psychic, hypnotizing properties, which explains the secondary Psychic type.

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I also want to explain the general personality and vibe i wanted to show through EE's design. The giant and tall stature shows a bit an imposing vibe, and its plump body is a sign of wealth and royalty, much like how fat people were seen in ancient civilizations. EE clearly does not need to do a lot to get a full meal everyday.

The colorful feathers and the markings on its face and fingers is there to show that it dresses to impress! To be a king, you have to look like one- no speck of dirt, no unkempt feathers. It wants to look as beautiful as possible, so no one would suspect that it hides a filthy and monsterous side to them....

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Game Data

this is the spread i made for EE's base stats! together it totals up to 570. i also want to preface that this is the first time that i've made up base stats for a pokemon so sorry if this is a really bad spread!! i would love to learn and improve for future project.

when making this, i wanted EE to basically be a bulky physical attacker with very slow speed to make up for it's bulk.

its super high health is also supported by its unique ability, Prosperity! it essentially functions as a Big Root, where it heals an additional 30% HP when EE uses a move that heals itself. this will be made much more relevant when i get to its moveset.

here are the pokedex entries! and no, i'm not telling you where the mouth is located, its more fun to see you figure it out for yourself !

i also wanted to write a lot more, here were some of my other ideas:

facts about it lounging around in caves

when a meal is too malnourishes, it hypnotizes the pokemon to stuff itself until it grows fat, then it will be eaten

facts on how it has the capacity to swallow an entire arbok whole

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Learnsets

lastly, here are the moves EE will learn throughout leveing! i have also made tm learnsets, but it's too long so i will be putting the sheet link for everyone to look at at the end of this post.

obviously, most of their attacking moves will deal physical damage as they have a higher attack than special attack. most paradox pokemon usually start out with pretty strong moves already so i also copied that as well. i also added a lot of healing moves at the beginning, and then a big power up in the form of Leech Life and other draining moves to match with its ability.

You can also notice that there's some moves that involves biting, this is in purpose to show that it has teeth :) The rest of the attacking moves involve them thrashing their body around. Given their shape, they shouldn't learn any high-precision moves.

I should also mention the highlighted move, Fast Food. this is a signature move of EE made by a friend in Dia's server, Gold! so tysm for this idea.

Fast Food - Elongated Emperor rushes to take a ferocious bite of the target that can last 3-6 turns. If the target is holding a Berry, there's heightened chance of it biting longer. Restores 5% of health per hit. (+1 priority)

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ngl, i think this pokemon may be a teensy bit overpowered.

i think if i were to have this guy in my team, i would give it these moves (i am not a comp person so please dont bully me for these choices 🥺)

Item: Leftovers Leech Life | Zen Headbutt | Drain Punch | Belly Drum

Anyways, that's all I got for Elongated Emperor! I hope you found the silly gluttonous worm cool to read about. Stay tuned for a post about Iron Launcher and goooodbye

[butmakeitgayblog]

I have a question about CI Lexa that continues your answer to anon's question about Lexa needing to remind Clarke that she is on top, because she let her, but I'm super sleepy so I'll try my best to be as clear as possible, sorry in advance if I'm not. 😂

CI Lexa is a powerful figure, she runs a successful company, she is RICH, and famous, feared and yet respected, she is always in charge and yet she gives this power away when she is intimate with her wife, because yes, she let her but still, she gives this power away because she knows that Clarke will take care of her but! What about other situations? Still intimate situations but not necessarily sex ones.

For example: cuddles. I think cuddles hold specific dynamics as well, for example I'm a hugger, but maybe because I'm tall, I feel a little bit insecure when someone hugs me from behind, I don't hate it, but for like 3 seconds I'm like:"Oh, ok, you're the big spoon I guess, I just need to relax", I'm not the "active" hugger (does it make sense?).

Or like silly decisions, "what do we eat?" or "what do we do tonight?" does Lexa let go of everything when she is with Clarke because she knows her wife will take care of her with everything or does she has some specific things (even little ones) where she can't let go?

She doesn't strike me as a huge hugs fan, but I don't know why, I can totally imagine her be the little spoon of cuddles sessions and that is therapeutic, she lost Gustus when she was a child and her mom is not a warm person, so I think that to receive this kind of love, the hugs, and kisses and hold hands and stuff like that, would and could mend those old wounds.

Does it makes sense? Again, really sleepy and not my mother tongue but again, hope it makes sense. 😂😂

Thanks! 😊

You make perfect sense! And your English is *chef's kiss*, don't worry yourself babe it's great!

Yeah Lexa is not a touchy person by nature, or at least she never thought of herself such. Growing up sue was never one to hug her "friends" even though she kind of had to to fit into that whole cutesy society girl aesthetic that's always made her want to puke. But she put up with it for appearances and because that's how Lexa's wielded power from young age: get everyone to think you're a little darling and suddenly nothing you do could be wrong. In her adulthood/late teens she became more comfortable being more openly hostile to physical affection. She would straight up just tell people "any appendage that touches me, you're not getting back." Because affections were always used as a weapon. A charade.

But it's different with Clarke. Because affection from her doesn't necessarily feel like she's doing it because she wants something from Lexa. She doesn't touch her with this underlying feeling that she's doing it for show or for routine or for the social standing of being on her arm. She just likes to touch Lexa for no other reason than to touch her. To soothe her. To claim her. To comfort her. To turn her on. And somehow it's always in these ways that make Lexa feel like both a possession and a prize; something everyone wants but can't have because she's taken. It ticks a very particular unexplainable need inside Lexa whenever Clarke's got her hands on her. Like she's never gonna be alone again. Duh, because she's Clarke's.

And that also kind of plays into the other dynamics of their relationship, because yes very much Lexa likes giving so much control over to Clarke in a lot of aspects of their life.

I mean Lexa's still a control freak. She still micromanages things like planning vacations and giving the final vibe check on hiring staff and the minutia of all that. But in the grand scheme of things, the things like deciding where they eat, what furniture to buy, how to decorate their homes, etc, she likes to sit back and let Clarke take the proverbial driver's seat. She likes knowing that Clarke always has her best interests and comfort at heart, and that when she does want to flex her will about something, her wife will sit up and pay attention because it must be for a specific reason. (That's not to say Clarke won't also be a brat about it tho)

Which is also why she likes so much being what would be considered the more 'submissive' in the relationship (she's anything but, but for the ease of using common terms, ya know). It's because she trusts Clarke in ways she never trusted anyone before. She trusts her just about more than she even trusts herself. It was a bit of a transition for her because with every partner before she had always had such a strict and steady hand on the reins. It was always "We kiss this way, we fuck that way, we cuddle how I want, because I say so. If you don't like it, you know where to find the door." She always the kisser, the big spoon, the planner, the initiator of everything.

But then that little blonde headed twerp who is roughly 2 inches shorter, almost zero real muscle mass, and has a mouth like a sailor on shore leave stomped into her life and kicked in the door of her cracked open bedroom and all of that changed. All of it changed.

Suddenly she was a person who would feel arms snaking around her waist before being pulled into this smaller, soft body. Suddenly she someone who found it adorable instead of weird and pathetic and overbearing the way Clarke had to half lift onto her tiptoes just to rest her chin on Lexa's shoulder and pepper kisses on her neck.

Suddenly Lexa liked making herself fit to Clarke's body, rather than making someone else fit to her. It made her feel safe.

So now she prefers being the little spoon, because Clarke's knees tuck more tightly against her and her arms fit snugger than Lexa's. She prefers curling up into Clarke's lap, nestling tight against her chest and draping her long legs over her thighs so she can whisper all those naughty and nice things in her ear. She likes that she has to stoop to kiss her wife when she's in heels and the little brat is in a very dashing pair of flats. Or vice versa, when Clarke pretties herself up to the nines in a short dress and heels, and pointedly chooses a suit and wingtips for Lexa that night, leaving them the same height or even making Lexa lean up for that kiss just because she can and that feels pretty fucking delicious as well.

She likes the way they exploit and undermine and revel in their dynamics. The constant push and pull and victory and surrender of power they each play with each other. Cuz either way, little spoon or big spoon, top or bottom, Lexa knows she always kinda wins in the end anyway 😏

[autisticjoys]

My House: Identity Metaphor

My house stands in a somewhat isolated spot, close to nature. It’s not too short or tall, looks a bit wide, bulky and uneven in places. The walls are normally a very pale, off-white color, but nowadays they look a bit more tan. The roof tiles used to be really light/pale yellow, but are now more dirty. The windows are made of glass that’s tinted blue with hints of a grayish-yellowish green. The current frames are thick, black with some blue patterns, but they’ll get changed to thinner black and silver soon. /physical appearance/

There are 3 entrances to the house. The main one out front is for close friends and family and is almost always open. If it isn’t, there’s a sign out and those who would come through there know to knock gently and ask if it’s okay to come in or if I want to talk, if it’s like that. The side entrance is for extended family, other friends and acquaintances. This one’s usually locked and people need to knock to be let in. Sometimes the door will only open slightly or stay closed, and people will have to talk through it. /relationships/

The back door is for potential partners. It’s a bit of a tricky one, it can be anywhere from locked, to slightly open to open wide and anything in between or even disappear completely. It can sometimes open up suddenly or slam closed out of nowhere or swing back and forth. It’s mostly guys who are welcome to come through this door, tho occasionally it opens for girls folks outside the binary too. It also doesn’t automatically close after one person has come in. Those who come through are welcome to go anywhere, save from my bedroom or the bathroom while I’m bathing. /romantic orientation and sexuality/

My bedroom, as well as the kitchen, living room and bathroom are always there, but there are other rooms that come and go. Two of them are there most of the time: one that used to be really girly, but now has more of a mixed boyish/girly vibe and one that has a sort of eclectic vibe that’s neither really boyish or girly. Sometimes, these two disappear and others appear, usually one at a time. /main gender labels/

One’s a planetarium room full of projectors that show different segments of space. One’s decorated to make you feel like you’re underwater. One’s a small meditation room. One is full of various instruments. One is sky themed. One is black with glow in the dark stars and constellations and a single bright light in the middle. One is actually just an empty forest that goes on and on. One is filled with all sorts of magic and the last one can lead to various magical/mystical spots in nature. /Xenogenders/

Those who enter this house fall under my protection and I can feel my wings spread out to shield them from harm. Inside the house, I can feel all the energy flowing through me. I keep my collections in there and protect them fiercely. I can sit by the fireplace and watch the flames dance, immerse in the pool, feel the breeze dance around and caress the stone walls. I can feel my ears be more pointed and marvel at the forest plants growing out of the walls. Sometimes I can go through the walls or swirl in the pool feeling my tail. At night I can feel the energy of the Moon and stars seeping through the walls. Sometimes I get the urge to go to the kitchen and sink my teeth into something juicy and suck it dry. /Otherkin/

I’m not alone in my house, there’s cats and dogs who come and go. We can rub against each other, lay in the sun, play, roll, climb, scratch, dig, meow, hiss, purr, bark, growl. And in those moments, I can feel my teeth, my claws, my ears, my tail, just happily move around. /Therian/

There’s other animals too, who don’t come inside the house. The birds who fly above. I watch them through the windows and wish I could fly with them, but know it’s not my place. The horses running around or grazing peacefully. I sometimes go pet them or ride them if they let me, because that’s the closest I can get to running with them. The wolves who howl at night. I smile knowing they’re out there and doing well and in my thoughts I howl back to acknowledge I’m still there too. The woodland creatures who come and go: deer leaping, rabbits jumping, squirrels climbing, hedgehogs and foxes trotting about. I say hi, wave or make eye contact and we all acknowledge the other. The sea creatures I spot in the nearby waters. I watch them swim around and if I’m in the water I twirl and gently move the water around, to show that I mean no harm. /Otherhearted/

This is my house. It’s beautiful and warm and friendly, but it’s also hard being there sometimes. I feel like I have to hide most of it from others, even tho I love every bit of it so much. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to let others see it all.

[thistleation]

Beyond our Space and Starlight: Chapter 3

1 year, 2 months, 8 days. 

Ava had been able to get some sleep at least. She’d been moved to a cell with a bed that was…functional, but as if the stress of being confined again wasn’t enough, she’d also been woken up three times during the night. 

(Medics, checking her vitals and if her blockers were working as intended.) 

She’d walked into that cell on her own two legs, so obviously the connection to Halo was still present, but Ava wasn’t about to fill these people in on the details of that . Besides, she couldn’t seem to actively call on any power, so she wasn’t sure what use it would be, if any. 

Her mind had been on escape of course, but she couldn’t see any way out, without her powers and confined to these stone walls. 

Breakfast was kinda bland, but hey, it was breakfast at least. Her captors were apparently considerate enough to get some food in her before their first round of interrogation that morning. 

Speaking off, it was the three of them together again this time — the girls she’d fought at the FBC compound. That was probably their entire roster of veil-touched, she gathered, or at least the ones currently on planet. 

They weren’t in their combat gear, but they still wore the black robes, their heads still covered. It was a safe bet they still considered themselves to be nuns, their day (night?) job notwithstanding, they certainly dressed the part. 

Ava had been cuffed again as soon as she was taken out of her cell, and brought to a different room than last time. 

Similar vibe throughout the whole structure though, plain stone walls, sparse and spartan furnishing, a general atmosphere that said “we are too spiritual and sophisticated for anything so pedestrian as ‘fun’.” 

Ava got to sit in the special chair, placed prominently in the center of the room, across from a plain looking desk. 

Hands cuffed in front of her and not actually tied down to the chair though, it was a relatively polite affair she guessed? Or maybe they just didn’t consider Ava a real threat without her powers. A little hurtful, if likely accurate. 

The three of them hovered around a seated Ava before tall, dark, and cheekbones — Lilith, Ava remembered cheerfully — spoke up. 

“This is your sidearm,” she took it out from a container on the floor and placed it on the desk. 

Ava nodded appreciatively. 

“Its basis is a Manticore-5, that’s up to date military grade hardware, but it has an upgraded power core and its barrel accelerators are tweaked to match. Upgraded from top tier military grade.” 

“Birthday present,” Ava smiled apologetically, “you know how friends are.”

Lilith shot her a glance, but continued without interruption, putting Ava’s backpack on the table next. She opened it to show the metallic pattern of the inner lining. 

“This took us a bit, but Camilla” — the one with the black curls and the cheerful smile gave a little wave — “managed to figure out this is a dampening device. Specifically made to shield and contain the energies of an artifact. Much more compact than the technology we have for that and, according to Camilla’s current estimates, more efficient too.” 

“Hey, I wouldn’t take that personally, I’m sure your science-y people worked very hard —” 

“Save it. We know you’re working for Jillian Salvius.” 

Ava snapped her fingers, “I knew I should’ve filed all those arq-tech logos off of my shit.” 

“There are few enough players in this or any nearby constellations who can afford this sort of hardware, and only one specifically interested in — and equipped for — artifact dealings.” 

Ava pushed out her lower jaw and raised her eyebrows. 

“Sure… that sounds like a reasonable enough assumption.” 

Lilith chuckled. “Do you want to dispute it?” 

“No… no. Not at all. Just it seems less like you know I work for arq-tech and more like you’re inferring that I do.” 

Ava worked for arq-tech, or rather, Jillian specifically. Of course she did. As her captors had very correctly concluded, there really weren’t many other possibilities given what they’d caught her doing and what kind of gear she’d brought to the party. 

Was that going to stop her from being an insufferable bitch about it? Of course not. What a silly notion.  

“There is no other reasonable explanation.” 

“If you say so.” 

“You’re saying you don’t work for arq-tech?” 

Ava took a long pause for dramatic effect and gave it some exaggerated thought. 

“No, no, let’s go with your version. Sounds like you put a lot of work into it.” 

Lilith breathed deeply through her nose and took a step towards her. 

“Lilith,” it was Beatrice, Ava recognized the voice behind her clearly, “she’s trying to rile you up.” 

She glanced over her shoulder at the girl called Beatrice and gave her a wink. (Ooh, did she tense up a little from that?) 

“Can you blame me though? She just makes it so easy.” 

When she turned back she gave a start as Lilith’s face was suddenly right in front of hers, her hands on the chair to either side of Ava. 

“Keep pushing me. See what happens.” 

Oh, Ava very much wanted to keep pushing now. She met Lilith’s glare and clacked her teeth together, biting the air between them in challenge. Lilith narrowed her eyes and Ava was sure she was about to get punched, but her gaze flitted up to where Beatrice was standing and she controlled herself. 

“Let’s change the subject for a moment,” Lilith pushed herself off, “why can’t we break your link?” 

Ava pumped her eyebrows and grinned. “You’ve all met Halo, huh? I don’t know why that’s a thing, just that it is. Apparently it’s not the only thing that’s unusual about us.” 

“You have to be able to break it somehow. If you were maintaining that link for months you’d be showing mutations, feathers, wings, iridescence, false-eyes, …” 

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s different for me, what with being the Bright’s specialest little princess and all that.” 

Lilith crossed her arms. 

“Okay then, princess…”

Oh. Oh no . It was a mistake to put that word into Lilith’s mouth and Ava regretted it instantly as an interested tingle ran up her spine.  

“Try this one on for size: your unbreakable link is currently our main logistical problem, because it’s too dangerous to have your kind of power on a ship in deep space. If we can’t break it, Mother Superion is suggesting we put you on a ship core-ward as soon as possible to try and get you as far along as we can before the blockers start failing, maybe put you into an artificial coma, dosed up to the gills for the rest of the way, and hope the massive overdose it takes to keep you sedated doesn’t do any permanent brain damage. Sound appealing to you?” 

Fuck. 

Yeah that was more or less what she was afraid of. She’d just been fishing to see if they’d already reached that conclusion. 

“Okay, fine.”

She had to give them something, and admitting it would hopefully buy her some time if they believed they could negotiate their way into her giving it up instead.  

“Yes. I can break the link myself if I want to.” 

Lilith lifted her hands in a ‘there you go’ gesture. “Finally, some progress, that wasn’t so hard was it? I don’t suppose you’d be so kind as to do so for us now?” 

“What, and give up my biggest bargaining chip?” 

“I figured as much. Let’s do some easier ones first. Why can’t we sense you?” 

Ava shrugged nonchalantly “I dunno, skill issue?” 

Lilith’s face turned sour again and an irritated breath flared out her nostrils. 

“I really don’t! I promise! I’m still new at this and I don’t really have a teacher, shocker!” 

Lilith pinched the bridge of her nose, her expression hadn’t softened when Beatrice stepped in. 

“If I might?” 

Lilith nodded and Beatrice knelt down in front of Ava. They made eye contact and she seemed to be in a softer mood again. 

“I believe you, Ava. I just have some questions to see if we can figure this out a little better if that’s okay with you?” 

Ava considered for a second, then nodded. 

“Alright. First, can you sense the three of us?” 

Ava breathed for a moment and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. This was not her strong suit. “I think so… blockers are making it fuzzy but I can still feel the three of you, I think.” She pushed her focus a little harder, it was much harder for bright- and abyssal-touched to sense individuals on the opposing spectrum than their own kind, and Ava wasn’t very practiced at it, but with them right in the room with her it wasn’t too hard, even through the blockers. 

She also sensed what was different between them.

“Sunshine and Lily-poo have cleaned up, but you’re still packing, aren’t you?” 

Beatrice nodded and flared her power to illustrate. The already alluring darkness of her deep brown eyes intensified and the ghostly image of smooth, segmented armor, covering the agile and powerful form of something perhaps crustacean-like, swam through the air around her, just for a second, before fading. 

“Again, actually, not still. Just before coming here to talk to you.” 

“Too worried to face me without at least one rider in the room huh?” 

Beatrice gave her a twinkling little smile. Ava imagined it might be the kind of smile she had before making a clever move in a game. 

“I think it’s a very fair precaution, but I’ll happily take off mine if you take off yours.” 

Fuck, was she flirting? Was that intentional? Ava was not ready to be counter flirted with by a bunch of nuns. Either way, she didn’t have an answer. 

“Well,” Beatrice’s pleased little smile remained as she graciously continued, “If we’re still at that impasse, let’s continue instead. Could you do me a favor and pulse your power?” 

Ava frowned. “I’m still on the blocker.” 

“Just focus on channeling as you would to summon your power. Time it with your breathing, focus as hard as you can on the exhale, relax and stop channeling on the inhale. Could you try that for me?” 

Ava nodded and gave it her best. Her actual power lay beyond her reach, but she found she could still call on the focus she’d otherwise use to channel — she just couldn’t do anything with it. 

She kept this up for a while, until the exchanged looks between the sisters resulted in shaking heads all round. 

“Hmmm. Curious. Your power exists in the same space as ours, you can sense us, we can affect each other, and I believe we could sense the powers you channeled when we fought — though it was admittedly a chaotic situation — but you yourself… you don��t give a blip.” 

Ava looked away a little uncomfortably. 

“Alright so now what?” 

They all exchanged looks. 

“Well we still have some more questions,” Beatrice said. 

“Yeah, well I’m not feeling particularly eager to answer them for you.” 

She was starting to feel an itch in the back of her mind. Sure, Beatrice was being gentle and treating her with kindness, but beyond this cooperation Ava could see the future that was looming.

“Your rider, Halo, as you call him. Is he the first rider you ever summoned?”

“No.”

“No, you’ve summoned others before?”

“No, I’m not answering any more questions until you offer me something better than you have been doing. You’re here threatening basically to kill me if I don’t cooperate, but if I do cooperate you’ll kill me anyway.” 

Lilith sighed. “We’re not killing you, we’re sending you to the core, to a life of glamor and luxury I might add.” 

“Might as well kill me. No. I want a better deal or me being any kind of cooperative ends right now.” 

Lilith prowled around the desk in front of her. “Well if you’re refusing to cooperate, you may force us to explore more drastic ways of dealing with you. Like getting that image off your back for example.” 

“Lilith, we already tried everything.” Camilla spoke up, some vaguely anxious undertone in her voice. “It’s not coming off.” 

“We tried superficial methods,” Lilith said as she drew a knife, “We could just try going a little deeper.” 

Ava’s eyes locked on Lilith. 

She could feel the anger inside her begin to build, her learned response to being threatened with no way out. Like flames being called from everpresent embers in her soul, it was the anger of a trapped and lonely girl who could never ever run from the things that came to hurt her, who could only ever wait for the worst to come to pass. 

“Do it,” it came out in a low growl under her breath first, but it swelled in force quickly. 

“Do it then. Take your knife and cut me open.” 

“Ava…” Beatrice’s voice came from the side but she was in no mood to listen. 

“No, do it!” Ava was out of her chair now, “If me existing is such an inconvenience to you!” 

She was up in Lilith’s face now, shouting, but it wasn’t just at her anymore. She was shouting at sister Frances, at the researchers, at all the people who’d abused her and treated her like a thing instead of a person, at a world that had only ever offered her slow misery with nothing but the promise of an even darker and more miserable end. 

The anger inside burning her up, the only response she’d ever had blazing out of her: if it really was going to be only pain and suffering then just fucking get it over with already.

“Do it!

Take your knife and stab me in the back if you think it’ll get you ANYTHING but more blood on your hands!”

She shoved Lilith with her still cuffed hands. 

“DO IT!” 

Lilith moved in a blur. Ava’s legs got swiped out from underneath her and she smacked down hard onto the ground. 

Lilith was on top of her inside of a second. 

Ava knew what was about to happen, what had to happen. She’d physically challenged Lilith, made it so she couldn’t back down without looking weak in front of her friends. She’d known that before she’d pushed her, but she’d still done it because she couldn’t back down either, because she didn’t know how to respond to a threat she couldn’t fight with anything but rage. 

The scene played out in her mind already, Lilith would flip her over onto her stomach and stab the knife into her back at the image of Halo. She could almost feel the cold steel pierce her flesh before it had ever touched her. 

It was clear from the hardness in her eyes: Lilith would do it and it scared the shit out of her because Ava had no idea where she’d stop. 

If she would stop.  

Her heart was pounding like it was trying to find a way out of her chest. She was terrified.Her punishment was coming for her and she could not avoid it; all she could do was face it as it approached. She knew she’d scream as soon as the knife cut into her. She wouldn’t be able to hold it in, but she could hold it off until that moment. She wouldn’t scream yet . 

Lilith’s glare bore down on her. She had her pinned to the floor, the flat of the blade pressed to her chest, and Ava held her gaze, trembling with rage and fear in equal parts. 

Then something shifted. 

Lilith’s eyes didn’t flit to Beatrice this time. Her expression didn’t soften into pity — although there might’ve been a hint of compassion. 

More than anything, it read like a decision, a deliberate choice on Lilith’s part that this was not who she was, not who she was going to be. Not today.  

She pulled away from Ava, the knife flicking away from its threatening position, and she stood up as everyone in the room exhaled. 

“Wow! Okay!” Camilla took the center of the floor with a concerned smile and her hands out in placating fashion. “Clearly we just had an emotional moment there, maybe it’s a good idea to take a break so we can all process that for a bit, huh?” 

CONT. on Ao3

[polarisbibliotheque]

You are currently one of my favorite DMC writers! I love re-reading your stuff because it always puts me in a good, comfy mood! I just adore how you portray casual intimacy, too. It just seems so gentle and natural. I also love your portrayal of the boys. They always feel like they have a depth and soul to them, which is amazing!

Thank you so much for sharing your gift and your creativity! While I'll always eagerly look forward to your next piece, know that your older works are still regarded fondly ��

And here I am today, 2 a.m, Carnaval going hard in Brazil, sitting here and smiling stupidly while re-reading your message.

Thank you very very much, anon. From the bottom of my heart.

I've read your wonderful message the day you sent it, I think it was earlier this week - maybe Tuesday...? I couldn't answer it before, but it came right in a day when all hell broke loose in my home and this made me smile so much. It really felt like a safe port.

I'm not gonna get into too much detail because it's very personal - but, you know, family fights. Between all my mom's siblings, involving lawsuits and home evictions threats. I was just fucking fuming the whole week, and I almost put on my full Axl Rose attire and side of my personality to literally drop-kick and suplex some 6ft tall man built like a brick house because someone has to put some sense in his head.

I'm starting to sound like Nero

To top it all, this gave the opportunity for someone in my family who abused the hell out of me for more than 10 years to come back like a freakin' death omen.

I did end up going to therapy dressed up as Axl Rose for Carnaval, but it's so close to my usual style no one noticed it. I count as a life-win.

I still don't know what I'm feeling, (I talked to my therapist, don't worry) but that fucking threw me off everything. I don't know what to do about this, about this person, I'm scared and angry at the same time - and I got so SO overwhelmed, I had to get away from everything.

Social media, exercising, drawing, writing, reading, just living like a normal human being. The only thing I've been able to do is listening to music, because music has always been my safespace.

The only way I could explain how I'm feeling to my therapist, is a scene from a Julia Roberts movie, where she forged her own death to get away from her abusive husband, only to be found in the end by him and have him go like 'you're never going to get rid of me' and the fucking horror in her reaction - that's it. That's the feeling.

I have this dreadful feeling that I'm never gonna be rid of that, of all that abuse I want to leave in the past, until this person dies or I die.

Amidst all that, along came your message in my inbox. It felt like a ray of light in a dark stormy skies. A glimpse of hope that things can be better and that people are good. That I can have that experience as well.

Whenever I write about some more sensitive subjects, I hope it can be seen as a safespace for people - right now, for instance, my survival instincts that have always been alert have gone berserk, and the gods know how much I needed to feel safe enough to hug someone and ask for protection.

Vergil is ominously standing in the distance, staring back with the resolve of Achilles in the field of battle to get Hector's ass

I don't have that, but I can have it through fanfiction with characters, I think, would understand it. And I hope I can give the very same thing to other people who also don't have that sort of support and need to find it somewhere else.

I'm happy to know my writing has the good, comfy vibes I always try to convey! Despite the death, blood and dismemberment

And I wrote all of this so you can understand how thankful I am - and how much your kindness and nice words are so much needed in this world.

So, once again, thank you. Very very much.

[timaeusterrored]

pls tell me more about your dragonborn 👀👀👀

…you’re so gonna wish you HADNT asked this oh my GOD ITS TIME

SO

Drystan is an Altmer, tall and beautiful, and specializes in Spark magic. He’s known as the ‘Sweet Listener’ for the Dark Brotherhood for his rather nice and sweet treatment of the family. And his want to save everyone despite Astrid betraying him. He also saved Cicero.

But I’m getting ahead of myself

Drystan was part of a generally rich family in his home town before the Thalmor came and began recruiting, and also destroyed his town when people began to fight back. His family joined the Thalmor while he ran away, to Skyrim, where he’d try to meet with a man named Solis in Solitude. He got caught in the infamous arrest at the border and nearly shoved Ulfric off the cart (fuck that bitch.)

He gets greeted by the Companions, and a very handsome man he may add. But he was too angry and in shock to truly notice him. Then the much taller of the two, twins he noticed, offered for him to come to Whiterun with them. He declined and said he had business elsewhere.

He had heard rumors of a young boy having run away from an orphanage, and it tugged at his heartstrings. Drystan had always wanted a family, but due to a curse, he wasn’t allowed. So he went and did as the boy asked, got a plate in return but he didn’t mind. He had helped a hand full of children out.

He woke up to Astrid sitting over him, and so began his life with the Dark Brotherhood. But he was a very noticeable person so, in order to stay out of trouble, he also joined the Companions. He didn’t expect to fall in love there.

Vilkas is the love of his life, his partner, his everything. They were married for ten years, but only truly together for eight. See, Vilkas didn’t take kindly to Drystan being Listener, and shunned him from the Companions. He immediately regretted it but believed it was best for Whiterun, not knowing Drystan did everything in his power to protect them now, not letting anyone hurt them or put a contract on them.

Then, on a fateful day, Vilkas got attacked by a dragon. It was fatal but he held on long enough to be able to say goodbye to Drystan, wanting to be with his partner in his final days despite everything. Aela was not happy but Farkas knew what his brother wanted. He may no longer trust Drystan, but he was still his brother in law. Vilkas knew he’d die before Drystan, their lifespans would have separated them if they had stayed together. What he didn’t know is how his death would cause Drystan to finally end the civil war and kill Aludin on his behalf. No one else’s.

Lil headcanons for him:

His hands spark up when he gets a big emotion- anger, excitement, anything. Vilkas is normally the one to help him control it.

Once he and Vilkas split, and without really anyone that knows his to calm him, he can cause lightening storms. Vilkas sits outside under the awning because he wants to see if maybe just maybe, he could see where his love is.

He has Dawnbreaker, the sword from the “A NEW HAND HAS TOUCHED THE BECON” bitch😭 scared the shit out of him

He has Dibella’s blessing, once again with the whole child tugging his heartstrings (also he just gives would worship a goddess of love Vibes, and another nod to Venus being the Roman goddess of love. I made Drystan before Venus obviously but it still stands)

He and Farkas are extremely close, he’s the one to try and help Drystan after Vilkas’s death when no one else would/could

Again, known as the Sweet Listener, treats everyone like a family

He actually hates Skyrim, and obviously as an Altmer, struggles to truly fit in. But also just finds it dingy and gross.

[tumblasha]

a review of the first week of cabo verde

so i've officially landed in the praia, cabo verde, airport seven (7) whole days ago, and i want to share my initial thoughts. this will be long, so here's a numbered list :)

1 . i feel like i'm a kid back in brazil but also a 21 y/o tall kid

so caboverdians speak portuguese (bc it's taught in formal schools) and they also speak kabuverdianu (creole, different across all the islands). being someone that can translate / speak at the store for the person they live with [1], it just feels like i'm a kid with a limited vocab

living in a beach town where everything is at a slower pace and is within walking / bus / taxi distance made me feel happy :) vacation!dasha is alive and well

2 . cabo verde is also a tall kid (but 48 y/o)

this one is sorta very much on me.

so i did the classic American Tourist thing and never actually learned anything about the history of the country i will be traveling to (sorry). since coming here and asking my co-workers and friends-of-misti about the general vibes of this country, i've learned so much! a lot of which Make Sense, a lot of which Confuse Me

older caboverdians tend to see themselves as not-african. i also learned that some ppl in some countries in mainland africa also don't consider themselves african bc of the way that the label "africa" comes with various histories, most of them negative bc of europe. this is why "kriolu" / "creole" are such popular words ! also younger caboverdians acknowledge that they are african / black if that applies to them

race is phenotypical here. which is what i expected (closer to how latam sees race ig?? more like how brasil sees race ig??). what i'm trying to say is that if you introduce yourself as "from the usa", they'll always say "no, where are u Actually from" and won't rest until u say something like "peruvian, chinese, etc." bc a lot of ppl outside of the usa don't believe that the usa has "actual indigenous ppl anymore" [2]. it also means that speaking english in the street invites ppl to ask you ur race

being east asian (chinese) in cabo verde is sorta .. rough. the microaggressions that i've seen in the two (2) days that my chinese-american roommate face is kinda Wild. when the person leading our cultural training said "oh sometimes ppl will call u 'china'" to my friend i thought that it meant that it would replace "ma'am" in the usual "yes, ma'am" / "no, ma'am" conversations with strangers, not that random ppl will yell "china!" multiple times to my friend when we're sitting on the sand. this has ties with macau and the rest of the chinese gov't building universities, casinos, and having a Business Presence in the country. but at least we got tourism industry students to invite us to clubs bc my friend is chinese-american??? [3] it's just really weird to me bc i haven't faced any racial / appearance-based ... acknowledgements ... even tho i clearly look like a foreigner in a sorta-racially-homogenous place (talking abt the mostly black island santiago)

independence day is not really celebrated here : ( ppl have conflicting opinions on the independence of the country. most of the country likes the day (july 5) bc it's a day off from work. other ppl say that it's hard to be a country with growing pains and would rather have portugal's gov't deal with building the infrastructure. other ppl are putting in the work to ease the growing pains. kinda sad since massachusetts, rhode island, and brazil (afaik) have big celebrations (fireworks and everything) rather than just a random ceremony where the president speaks for a bit and everyone goes home

a lot of the night life is european. someone pls teach me how to vibe to edm and house music and general non-lyrical music fjewiaofj but also shoutout to that club with brazilian funk. if only i learned the dance that my são paulo friend taught me </3

3 . the food is sorta fantastic here ngl

yes, i'm behind on the foodposting, and idk if i'll ever catch up lmao

for my lovely friends who eat meat, cachupa / caxupa is one of the loveliest things to eat. it's a meat-based (with veggies!) soup dish ?? it usually has either fish or pork tho. it's the national dish for a reason <33 also the seafood is good. sola-approved!

for my lovely friends who don't eat meat, i found a vegan place like 8 min away from my apt! also bc i'm in a City, it's easy to ask for things to be made vegetarian (plus there's always couscous and salads lol). also veg cachupa exists

for all my lovely friends, the food isn't Too too varied. i feel like the most common foods are pizzas, pastas, burgers, and shwarmas. also chinese foods are translated in an interesting way: noodles are pasta / spaghetti, dumplings are pastels (the empanada-esque brazilian translation), etc. there are also a bunch of brazilian churrascarias and one (1) indian restaurant

also i tried to be Cool and add some hot sauce to one of my pastas and i had to pretend i didn't want to kill myself in front of the Adults on the table

4. kabuverdianu is a cool language

i learned duolingo's haitian creole to get the vibes of a creole language. though this is attached to portuguese instead of french, a lot of the characteristics are the same. the words borrowed from the european language are spelled in a way that makes sense (maybe in a way that makes more sense to spanish-speakers?). i also like how gendered things tend to just be made gender neutral (usually defaulting to the masc way). i can hear it and understand it if spoken to me slowly, but after that ... oof!

5 . marcha do orgulho made me v happy

what if i change my "go to carnaval in every continent" goal to "go to pride in every continent" hehe. i think it was so Good how the pride that had 30 ppl last year exceeded their goal of 100 ppl this year by A Lot. even though there were a lot of ppl from the EU who backed the event (logistically spread the word i think??), the ppl who showed up were mostly black and made it such a fun time :,)

i also met a trans woman who claimed was the only trans woman in her island :,0 [5] she traveled all the way to santiago for pride

6 . overall i'm excited for the summer

i think that i'll spend a lot of my time reading a book by the beach and learning kabuverdianu while telling myself that i can maybe be an immigrant like my parents [4] or at least work abroad for a few years maybe. i'm excited to be an adult. i went to the beach (one on the other side of the island) today, and i just feel refreshed. i got to swim in the water like if it were a pool and hang out with the fish lol

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[1] my parents as a kid, my roommate as a taller kid (now)

[2] overheard at a bar in barcelona

[3] my roommate will prob talk abt it more since she's doing the indentityX blogposts that misti hosts lol

[4] for those that don't know, there's at least a two-gen moving maternal history in my family line. my grandma moved across the country after high school. my mom moved across the continent after college. i wanna Continue that somehow bc i feel like it'd be cute

[5] lots of gays and lesbians, according to her, but being trans is a whole different thing there

[heavensickness]

Omg do you play OM?? what do you think about the characters

I installed that game yeeeears ago and deleted it on the second day bc it was one of those games where you have to grind really hard if I remember right, but I continued being very interested in the characters for some reason. Like they had a hold on me. So like, after seeing all the screenshots and photos and reading lore after lore I realized that I basically played the game secondhand LMFAO

Lucifer: Considering, like, he is Thee Morning Star, I guess he is the father of dark, tall, handsome and dominant LI archetype? Nevertheless, his old ass tired divorcee with 6 kids swag have captured my heart

Mammon: The Boy of All Time, I think. He is there with 707

Levi: Uh shy otaku guy with a bowlcut. I am not really interested him other than his sea serpent swag

Satan: His personality and backstory have me like Oughugh i need to webweave abt this guy . I would be the only one who would sit with him and actually Listen. If i liked him less I would be able to talk about him more

Asmodeus: Has that vibe of the guy who is besties with all hot girls at school so every other guy hates him. He is probably a Libra

Beelzebub: I love Big Strong Soft Guy.

Belphegor: That Boy Ain't Right.

Barbatos: Also sus af but unlike Belphegor, i wouldn't fuck him. He is offputting to me sorry

Diavolo: Only guy MC should actually romance so she can become the Queen of Hell. Like come on, he is the obvious choice. Pulling up to the family dinner in Earth with my literal Demon Prince husband & he buys me Balmain after. COME ONN

Simeon: He is soooooooo. He is the most gorgeous character I think, and he is an angel too. Also he is wearing a slutty turtleneck. He was made for me personally

Solomon: OBSESSED ENAMOURED ENCHANTED INFATUATED WITH HIM. I LOVE FUCKED UP HUMAN WIZARDS WITH HUBRIS. Like Satan, if I liked him less I would be able to talk about him more. Also it is so funny how everyone else in the game is like "fuck that guy"

if there is any other character idk them

[n00b-vegas]

I am holding out my hands for any Tibbs and Regis lore you might have and be willing to share 👀💖

I would be happy to share some of my Regis and Tibbs lore!

Sorry this ended up being so long

TLDR: Regis is Tibbs dad whether he likes it or not

Some Regis HC to set the scene.

I’m not sure where the idea came from, maybe his in game demeanor, but I just get a very calm rational vibe from Regis. Semi Spock vibes if you watch Star Trek. Like his role as Papa’s enforcer is his job and he does it diligently because that is what is required of him, but on his off time he’s all about chillin and contemplation. Like it’s a big deal when he goes into enforcer mode because that’s not who he is in his everyday interactions with the rest of the Khans.

Papa is a charismatic bombastic leader who lets emotion occasionally get in the way.

Regis is a contemplative second in command who can separate his personal feelings from the job he has to do.

So that’s the vibe

Then Tibbs, a traumatized, bitey, 11 year old shows up. They don’t like anybody but the 7ft tall ghoul they showed up with, who intends to leave them there because taking a child scavenging and dealing drugs is not a good idea. There are fights, and many bites, and a lot of meetings with Regis, who is doing his best to try and keep the peace.

He figures out eventually that Tibbs just needs to be left alone sometimes. And even if doing a task diligently, if approached by too many people, or from the wrong angle, will go into fight/flight mode and more often then not they fight.

At some point it’s decided that only a handful of people should deal with Tibbs until something can be figured out. Both Regis and Papa were there to talk to Silas, so they are immediately okay in Tibbs’ book. I have a HC about Tibbs getting a hair cut when they first arrive in camp because their hair was not well kept in the legion camp, so the khan who helped Silas with that is probably also a safe bet to supervise them.

In the end, since Papa has a lot to do, and Regis, has less to do, he ends up supervising Tibbs most days once Silas is back on the road.

Eventually he teaches them to read when they admit they’ve never really learned.

Regis thinks he’s just doing a job, baby sitting basically, and Tibbs decides that Regis is their dad.

Basically Regis thinks he has to babysit a kid until they settle down or the traveling ghoul can find a more permanent home for them, and Tibbs has chosen him as their new dad.

Eventually Regis sees Tibbs as his kid.

Some bullet points of when tibbs is a bit older

-getting in minor trouble a couple times so they have an excuse to see Regis if he’s been too busy to spend any time with them

- tibbs makes a herbal tea and takes the pot to Regis, they share the drink over a game of checkers.

-Tibbs getting their first tattoo and excitedly showing Regis

-Tibbs sharing the hard decision they’ve made about going out and traveling with Regis first and the long discussion they have afterward

-Tibbs hearing about good springs while traveling with Silas and the two of them rushing back to The Khans camp to check on everybody.

-Regis stoically reintroducing himself to Tibbs after their emotional reunion with Papa Khan in the long house. He knows they don’t remember him and wants them to know his name but saw how hard it was when Papa Khan insisted they remember him.

-Regis softly smiling when Tibbs returns after the battle at Hoover Dam hoping to make a future with the Khans and the Followers and a free new Vegas.

[druidberries]

10, 13 and 25 for elowen and seb!!

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

so this is definitely coming from my intense love for baldurs gate and dnd in general, but I think it would be SO fun to see these 2 as dnd characters in baldurs gate! or even just the kind of fantasy, medieval vibe in general! Sebastian would totally be a wizard and Elowen a sorcerer! but rather than them being characters they've made, I think it'd be cool to them themselves in that world!

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

sebastian - considering how i've accidentally made sebastian ridiculously similar to me, I'm gonna go ahead and say we'd get along wonderfully 😭 elowen - I also think elowen and I would get along great! we both love baking and spooky things 🥹 as far as similarity goes, I'm more similar to seb, but as far as just being friends with them, I think it'd be pretty equal!

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

I think a better question would be what ISN'T my favorite thing about these two 😅

elowen - for starters, she's a spooky monster girl, what could be better than that?! I think my favorite thing about her all together though, is how she can look pretty intimidating to a lot of people, she's really tall + she's like always wearing platforms AND her hair is huge, so that alone she's towering over everyone. but also she's something no one has ever seen before and that freaks them out, but in reality she's this sweetheart who likes to sit at home with her kids, bake, and knit all day. I also love how she's grown confident and doesn't care how people see her anymore and just lets herself be without worrying how people will react to her! sebastian - for starters, this man is the biggest sweetheart ever and an absolute dork, and in my book those are some of the best possible traits a person can have. he's also just a huge nerd 🫶 also, I can't say TOO much about this part bc y'all don't know some of this yet, but he's dealt with his dad being pretty annoying about where his passions lie, and he hasn't let that discourage him! for a time he contemplated giving up on art altogether because of him, but ultimately realized that it's HIS life, not his father's. I could go on and on about these two, but I'll leave it there 😅

thank you for the ask bestie!! 🫶

[student-in-nightraven]

Heyy so liek-

I wanted to get matched up by a twst guy since youre good at writing n stuff but I'm an awkward person so😣

I'm a female thats about 5'10 feet tall (pretty sure) that has a wolf cut. People usually say I'm good looking so- I usually dress in revealing clothes (something like agejo) or something really cute like himekaji!! Sometimes I like to dress more mature since I kinda have multiple styles-

I'm really really talkative! Sometimes it comes of as an annoying trait of mine, so I try not talking too much, which gives off a feeling that I'm shy or introverted or something but I'm an esfp actually! I kinda give off "lazy, fat cat" vibes from people since people think that I'm pretty lazy,, and I'm usually really reaaally tired like all the time. Also kinda clingy? I kinda just cling to ppl I like. I'm very caring of others, and always listen to them whenever they talk and actively participate in the conversation!

I have a habit of blurting random stuff out. They aren't even words because like- I can say "mlem mlem" without me even realizing I said that😭 I also love love looove studying astronomy! And also history.. Many different subjects! I act pretty childish, though I can act more maturely if someone wants me to!

I also study about deep sea creatures- I just start studying about anything that seems interesting tbh.

thank you for reading all of that😭😭 I will be ending your suffering now, by shutting up😣

Oh by all means this is the opposite of suffering! this is how match makes work, only a professional writer reads all the info, plus it's very interesting to know more about people:) other than that.

I match you with..

..

... Silver!

He first came across you when you were napping under a tree, where he also usually naps, he accidentally woke you up when he stepped on a stick and you jolted awake, he kept apologizing and you told him it's fine, afterwards you guys started hanging out, sharing similar qualities which were that you both liked to nap but acted mature when asked to, tho he still had trouble keeping awake you always helped him.

your conversations always helped him stay wide awake because he was so interested in anything you were talking about, let it be your hyperfixations, how your day is going or anything else he just loves to listen to your voice, if you ever ask if your being too much he quickly assures you that it doesn't bother him at all, in fact he loves it.

He LOVES your clinginess because believe it or not he too is clingy, you 2 are like mushed clouds together, Sebek is yelling at silver to get up while Lilia is trying to drag him back. The first time you made a random sound around him he got really confused, he thought you wanted something so he faced you and raised a brow, you turned to him also confused

"what?"

"what was that sound? Do you need anything?"

"what sound?"

"The..the sound you made-"

"....Ohhh that sound, yeah it happens out of the blue you'll get used to it"

He'll get used to it quickly,. Sometimes if he's feeling it he'll make a random sound with you, chuckling at your surprised demeanour.

I like to hc that silver loves astronomy, he likes looking up at the stars, especially the moon, so you 2 often go stargazing together, sitting on the grass watching the moon hands held, its one of the peaceful romantic moments you guys cherish.

Lilia drags you away from him to give you lessons about history that he himself encountered, and silver just looks annoyed begging his dad to let you go, he wants his time with his lover>:(

But yeah other than that you two are the quiet couple, the couple who express love through quality time♡

Thank you for the request dear annon! Hope you have a wonderful week<3

[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

��don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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