#also my tenses are awful here dont look at them

[a-b-overwatch]

How would Alpha Mccree, Reaper, Genji, and Mercy react to an s/o they thought was a beta (do to no heat or rut) but then end up having a rut much later than normal, prooving to be an Alpha themselves. Would there be tension in the relationship?

ugh alpha/alpha stuff is so good tho thank you for this ask, and i hope you’re doing well, wherever you may be!

Cassidy is an alpha who, by all standards, prefers to go with the flow. He isn’t picky about what his partner has, but rather what his partner is like. His partner’s rut would be a surprise at the start, but seeing them suffer is enough to push him into caretaker mode. He understands that ruts are tough - he had his first one at a “normal” age, he can only imagine what his partner is going through now when they’ve never prepared for the possibility. Overall, he would continue to be sweet and saccharine as always, but can you blame him if he wants to be topped a liiiittle bit by his now-alpha after the dust settles?

Reaper would definitely be taken aback. After a life of constant change, the last thing on his mind is that his partner would be the one to shake his life up next. Though, with how much the universe likes screwing him over, he supposes that he should have expected it. He would probably need some time to think, after everything has settled down. He understands that alphas have needs, and while he still wants- no, needs them, he’s not sure if they would want him the same way. It probably takes his partner cornering him one day and furiously shoving their tongue down his throat for him to get that yes they still want him, and no, they won’t be going away any time soon.

Genji is surprised by very little, after his discipleship with Zenyatta. Balance has always been the focus of his training, but all that gets thrown out of the window when he finds himself cornered and pinned by his partner, with what feels like the beginnings of a knot (their knot?) pressing insistently at the apex of his thighs. The procedure that created his body also dulled his instincts somewhat, but they’re still there. A small part of him wants to rise to the challenge, channel his younger self and bite back before showing his belly, but he knows that is not what they need at the moment. Mischief making his visor flash, he twists out of their grasp before bounding away, laughing when they shout and give chase. He can work with this development.

Mercy would be surprised, definitely, but the feeling fades as quickly as it comes. Not one for nonsense, she sits down with them for a honest heart-to-heart. Her feelings for them are the same, are they reciprocated on their end? No matter their answer, she guides them through the ropes of alphahood, explaining the changes in a clinical, professional manner during the day. When night falls, however, and if they’re willing, she strongly prefers to demonstrates her teachings. It’s more practical, she reasons (but really, she just likes the way they arch and beg for her touch).

[lohotine]

could you maybe do a shadow milk cookie x beast!reader......... for a possible plot you could maybe do reader getting corrupted and upon getting sealed away getting separated from shadow milk cookie,,,,, maybe reuniting after the seal is broken?? sorry if this doesn't make sense, you don't have to do this request if you don't wanna!!

AN: So, I actually... haven't... played the new update... SO I DONT REALLY KNOW THE LORE THAT WELL. I did a quick Google search and I think I got it? And I know what the seals are ☆ ALSO, I KNOW THAT THE SEALS DONT ACTUALLY DO THIS, BUT LETS JUST PRETEND FOR THE PLOT. Anyway, I decided on some small angst. (But if you want a fluffier version, just request it. I wont be mad or annoyed or anything like that bc I seriously would love to make a fluffier version of this plot!!)

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Beast reader. ONESHOT.

Warnings: Slight angst, possession

-Same-

It's been an awful long time since you were last awake. Did this even count as sleeping? Does being sealed away count as being asleep?

"Heyy. Wakey wakey!"

Who's voice is that? It sounds familiar.

"Come on, doll! You're making me worried.."

They sound upset. Wait, why are there voices?

"You are alive.. right? You didn't crumble away?"

I think I'm free...

You would flutter your eyes open. Everything was blurry, and your head hurt. Somebody was poking your face, but their hands were cold. Not the most welcoming of scenes, but whatever.

"Oh, so you are alive! That's a relief. I don't know what I'd do without you!" The person was leaning over you, and they held a big smile.

They seem familiar... but who are they?

You would smack their face away from yours and back away from them.

"Ow! Don't you know hitting your lover is mean?" The cookie would put a hand on his face while glaring at you.

What did he just say?

"Lover?"

The cookies face would turn sulen.

"Yeah... You remember me, right?"

...

Nobody said a word.

"Doll, I'm all for jokes, but this isn't funny."

He would just stare at you for a while with an annoyed expression before his face suddenly perks up into a smile.

"Oh I see, you're just confused! It must have been confusing awaking from such a long nap. Here, why don't we go on a walk to clear your mind?" The cookie would take your hand and start taking you for a walk. He didn't wait for your input.

"No, you don't understand. I have no recollection of you."

He'd only hum while cheerfully walking.

"I don't even know your name."

"Yes you do~" he would chime, still wearing that deranged smile.

"I do not-" you would snatch your hand out from his grasp and stop walking.

"..." He wouldn't say anything to you, only stare at the ground. His smile feel instantly in that moment.

"You really don't remeber... do you?" He asked you, not bothering to turn towards you.

"I don't."

He sighed before finnaly facing his body towards yours, though, he just couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze.

"Shadow Milk Cookie. That's my name. We used to be close but.." he paused before sighing. "I guess you forgot about all us!" He would have a crazed smile on his face.

"Look, I'm sorry that I don't remeber you, but there really isn't anything I can do about it,"

Shadow Milk would laugh before finnaly meeting your eyes. He would stare deeply into your eyes, that smile never leaving his face.

"Oh, but there is! Don't worry, dove, I'll make sure you remeber. Just stay still..." He would take one of your hands and begun to spin you around.

"Hey! what are you-" Shadow Milk would stop spinning you and put a finger over your mouth, shushing you.

"It's okay doll, I'll take care of you. Just let me guide you, all right?" He gave you an annoying grin, to which you glared at, but ultimately said nothing to.

"Ah yes, this is how I remeber it. You always were so obedient." He would step behind you and place both of his hands on your shoulders.

"You may not remeber me, but I remember everything about you," he would whisper into your ear.

You'd tense up, feeling his breath on your neck.

"Yeah, this is how you would always react. You really haven't changed..."

Shadow Milk Cookie would step back infront of you and trace his cold fingers along your facial features.

"And your face is the same as well." He had a ore faraway look in his eyes, as if he were reliving some other moment. He never let his smile falter though.

"Shadow Milk... were we really close?" You would ask him.

He couldn't help but snicker.

"Oh yes, soooo close."

"..."

"Want me to show you how close?" He held onto your chin, making you look towards him.

"Your answer doesn't really matter. I would have done this anyway."

Shadow Milk closed his eyes and pressed his lips against yours. It was a short kiss, but one full of longing.

"You have no idea how much I've been craving you. It was torture being away from you for so long. You can't expect me to let you go just because you forgot some things~"

A twinge of pink would dash your cheeks from the prior kiss. It should have felt forced and strange yet... there was a feeling of familiarity that made it feel nice.

"Oh how I've missed your cute, silly, blushing faces! There must have been a part of you that liked it then! Maybe I can make you remeber after all."

Shadow Milk would hold onto your wrist and begin walking with you again.

He held that psychotic smile once more while staring into your eyes.

"But even if I can't make you remember, I certainly won't allow you to forget."

Fin~

[mediumgayitalian]

how do you have so many ideas constantly? i want to write more but i jus t dont really have a lot of ideas on what to write about and it stumps me a lot D:

well, partially because it consumes my life, but my real thing is dialogue and free writing tbh. i almost never have an actual plan when i start writing, i just pick a line to start with and go from there. i can do a little tutorial if that helps??

usually, i start with dialogue. my goal is to start with something interesting or dynamic enough to be read in a certain character’s voice, because that keeps people reading once it catches their eye. that’s why i don’t post titles or anything on my fics. dialogue is the easiest thing to start with, because it guarantees a second line — someone has to respond to that line. i might choose a first line that’s something like this:

“Woah, hey, I wanna try.”

now this can go ANYWHERE. very very open, but it does have restrictions: this dialogue tells us 1) the speaker is observing something, 2) they are observing someone else do it, 3) they are intrigued by the action, so 4) it must be kind of cool, and 5) they cannot yet do it, so 6) whoever they are observing might try and help them. i didn’t have to explain any of that, it’s inherent in the line, right? no matter what you imagine, those things hold up.

next is narrowing this down further. who is the speaker? who are they observing? what are they doing? where are they doing it? to some degree, you have total control here, but i find that in fanfic a lot of these questions are already answered for you. i’m writing solangelo fic, so this opening dialogue is likely from one of two characters (although, if i desired, i could totally go in a very different direction and choose someone else. adding more characters means a longer story, so if i was aiming for something longer, i would).

so who is more likely to be speaking this? who is more likely to speak up when they see something cool, and try it? who is more likely to be doing a cool new thing? to me, that solidifies the speaker as will pretty easily. great. now i have an opener from will, so i can work on nico’s response.

nico’s response can go a lot of ways, especially depending on the setting. if this is post-canon, it might be a little more relaxed, might be established relationship. when i read the dialogue in will’s voice, though, i did end up picturing a bit of a scene, and it went a very specific way. i’ll write some of it first and then explain what i did.

“Woah, hey, I wanna try.”

Nico startles at the voice, tiny bone falling from his hand and sinking back into the dirt.

“Aw.” Beat-up flip-flops slow to a stop right next to him, and Will plops himself down. He shoots a bright, too-wide smile in his direction, eyes crinkling. “Hi!”

“Hi,” Nico says warily, subtly inching away. Will, either oblivious or uncaring to his intention, just leans in closer, blue eyes watching him intently. “…What are you doing here?”

okay SO. with this alone, i’ve established both setting, some character info, and a good amount about their relationship, without stating too much outright. there’s some tension, right? a bit of imbalance! by making nico startle, a few more things become clear: 1) he was alone before Will came, 2) he was not expecting will to come, 3) he was probably no expecting anyone to come, 4) he was either focused or daydreaming, and 5) he is tense/uncomfortable enough to startle at a voice.

some of those questions are answered as the sentence goes on — he was playing around with a bone, probably a raised skeleton. not hard for him, so he was, probably, pretty spaced out. as the scene goes on, i make it clear that nico is absolutely not comfortable around will yet (although not so that he gets up and leaves entirely), so it’s pretty clear that this is right around the blood of olympus, after the three days. i also shove in some of my own small headcanons (like children of apollo being kind of off-putting to look at, too bright, like the sun) for funsies.

from there you can just go off. once you have a solid start like this, you can just write and see what comes up. maybe you like what you get, maybe you don’t! i’ll try and see.

“Woah, hey, I wanna try.”

Nico startles at the voice, tiny bone falling from his hand and sinking back into the dirt.

“Aw.” Beat-up flip-flops slow to a stop right next to him, and Will plops himself down. He shoots a bright, too-wide smile in his direction, eyes crinkling. “Hi!”

“Hi,” Nico says warily, subtly inching away. Will, either oblivious or uncaring to his intention, just leans in closer, blue eyes watching him intently. “…What are you doing here?”

“Hanging out with you. Duh. How did you do that?” He points to Nico’s hands.

Confused, Nico re-summons to the squirrel femur, dragging up the rest of the skeleton too. It chitters to life, nosing at the sliver of bare knee out from Nico’s ripped jeans, before bounding over to Will. He doesn’t even flinch, laughing as the little thing scampers up his arm and rests in his hair. Nico’s mouth twitches.

okay im gonna stop here because i ended up writing something decently solid and i want to post it lol. it spiralled & came pretty quickly!!

this is already way longer than i intended, and kind of rambly, so to answer your original question — i have so many ideas because i choose to. i make the active choice to write and post something every night before bed, regardless if i have something prepared. if i do — great! it can be a lot of fun to bring a scene from my head to life on paper. if not, it's still fun to watch a scene almost bring itself to life as i write. i promise that you just have to commit to doing it, commit to the actual act of writing, not writing something specifically. it gets way easier as you go on. when i first started doing this, two years ago for a different blog, i was writing things as short as 40 words. the skill came with practice, with heeding advice, with reading and analyzing what other writers do, but mostly with practice.

just write!! see what happens! and, of course, the best of luck to you!!

[skatingbi]

Sighs...my taste in manga has evolved. Time for Kagurabachi

Also I cant sleep bc i have an interview in 11 hours so take this unedited contribution to the fandom

CW: Hakuri's childhood trauma and PTSD, descriptions of PTSD triggers and Anxiety

Hakuri cut his hair.

In hindsight (10 seconds ago) it was a stupid, impulsive decision made out of sheer anguish, anger, sadness, grief, and emotional instability. In all fairness, it was only the longer part of his hair, the part he wrapped with a ribbon to keep together and out of his face. He cut it too short, though. Now, it's choppy and anyone can see from a mile away that he cut them with paper scissors he found in a drawer near the kitchen.

He doesn't really remember how he got here, only that he looked in the mirror. He saw his siblings staring back at him, disappointed, disgusted, apathetic towards him and then he felt the bruises that have since been long gone from his skin. He felt the crooked fingernails, the bones improperly healed in his hands shaking from how tense he got so quickly.

He felt fear.

Now, his hair is choppy on one side. Tears well up even more and he realizes that he's been crying. Looking in the mirror again, it's just him, the scissors, his red face and puffy eyes staring back and his god awful haircut.

He hears the front door open and close and in a stupid attempt to hide himself he slams the bathroom door shut. Shortly after locking it, he hears Chihiro's voice amongst everyone else's usual chatter.

"Hakuri?" He calls out, and he feels his footsteps grow closer. Hakuri's hands tremble, dropping the scissors. He doesnt know what to do. He knows Chihiro wont get mad, maybe Char will laugh at his hair for a bit. Unfortunately, his rational mind hasnt caught up yet. Its far behind in the race to claw out the hair from the sink and throw it in the small trash bin in the corner. Theres a knock at the bathroom door and Hakuri jumps at the sudden noise.

"Hakuri? You okay?" Chihiro asks, voice laced with concern through the door. It takes a moment for Hakuri to try and compose himself, clearing his throat enough to reply, "Yeah-Yeah I'm fine!"

Chihiro clearly doesnt buy it, "You dont sound okay," The door knob rattles softly, "Can you open the door?"

Hakuri shakes his head before he realizes he needs to speak, backing away from the door, but then deciding against it with how rough his vocal cords feel, "I...I messed up, Chihiro," He admits, another sob escaping him before he can stop it.

"I'm not hurt! Promise! I just-just messed up and it looks bad and I dont want you to judge me."

Silence stretches for only a few seconds, and Hakuri swears he hears Chihiro's breathing through the door.

"Hakuri, I swear to you I will not judge," Chihiro's voice is low and reassuring, more than Hakuri believes he's deserving of right now, "Let me in?"

He doesnt know how Chihiro can just give promises like that to him when theyre so rare. Its a moment of raw vulnerability that he's displaying, all for the sake of making sure Hakuri is okay. The ugly part of him tells him he doesnt deserve it, that he's better off staying locked in the bathroom and telling Chihiro to leave. That rational part of him knows it wont work, that its not true because the man on the other side of that door believes he deserves more.

He unlocks the door, but cant bring himself to open it, so Chihiro meets him halfway and slowly opens the door to enter the bathroom, closing it behind him before looking up.

Theres a longer stretch of silence, Chihiro's expression doesnt show any hint of what Hakuri is looking for. He's indifferent, but thats his normal look. He watches with ingrained perceptiveness as the other's eyes dart around cautiously before landing on the evidence of his unfortunate haircut and mental breakdown.

"Ah, you cut your hair." Thats all chihiro says before bending down to pick up the scissors, placing them on the sink's counter carefully. Hakuri can only stare at the floor and nod. He can feel tears threatening to form again and now he feels like crying for two reasons instead of one. His head hurts.

Theres a hand on his shoulder, thumb just barely touching his neck and Hakuri has to fight back the instinct to run. Chihiro notices, but his hand stays right where it is as a soothing presence amist the last dregs of his breakdown plaguing his brain.

"Its not that bad, you just need to even it out," Chihiro states, "I can cut it for you, if you want." The offer stands as an out for Hakuri. Chihiro does those a lot, where he'll offer to do something for him but give him the verbal reassurance that he can leave or say no whenever he wants to. He considers it for a moment, before squashing down his shame and giving a shallow nod.

"Stay here, I'll get proper scissors." Then Chihiro disappears from the room.

Hakuri sits on the toilet lid in the meantime, exhaustion slowly creeping in as he starts to remember bits and pieces of the episode. He remembers Shiba telling him about how some people have them when they're healing from trauma of some kind. Lately, he's had more than usual, mostly at night in his nightmares or when he's so anxious he cant sleep and has to pace around the tiny room to tire himself out.

He remembers Shiba telling him about what exactly he's going through, too.

"Its called PTSD. A lot of people have it, especially because of the war. Make no mistake, though, kid. Anyone can have it, and its a bitch to deal with, but eventually you learn how to live in spite of it."

That conversation was mentally taxing, he thinks. He wonders if this is a part of that, too. Could he have stopped it? Been normal? Or maybe he could have fought back, even if it ended in something miraculously worse than mental scars.

He doesn't hear Chihiro enter the room again, but he does make his presence obvious by standing in front of him, startling Hakuri from his thoughts.

"If you change your mind, even halfway through, just tell me," Chihiro whispers as he kneels down before Hakuri.

"Okay, I promise," He whispers back, voice shaky once he feels calloused hands brushing through his hair. Chihiro gives him a small smile, one of those rare ones that never see the light of day. For one quick moment Hakuri thinks about how he wants to see Chihiro smile more.

The hair cutting is simple, and Hakuri has to close his eyes unless he'd rather blink away the small bits of hair that fall onto his face. He sputters a bit when some get in his mouth and it makes Chihiro huff whats his own version of a laugh, just a small puff of air what would be seen as mild sarcasm to most people. It feels like hours of Chihiro's hands carding through his hair, his hands gently brushing the hair away from his eyes, the sound of scissors snipping through the choppy bits of Hakuri's remnants of what he remembers seeing in the mirror.

He opens his eyes when Chihiro puts down the scissors, and is met with the man's own eyes staring. He doesn't want to look away yet. When he's letting his guard down, even for a fraction of a second, there's a softness to him that's impossible to ignore. Hakuri wants to take it in, maybe even ingrain it into his mind like a polaroid for him to keep forever. He doesn't want to look in the mirror yet and Chihiro wont ask him to.

"Thank you," He murmurs, still looking at Chihiro and the deep red eyes that crinkle minutely. He notices then that maybe Chihiro has been smiling more than he thought.

"Are you feeling alright enough to leave the bathroom?" Chihiro asks, standing and offering a hand that Hakuri takes so he stands with him.

"Yeah. I think so," He yawns, "Tired though."

"Thats okay, I'll let the others know not to disturb you." Hakuri nods in acknowledgement. Chihiro guides Hakuri to leave the bathroom with him and doesnt leave his side until Hakuri is lying on his futon in their tiny shared room that they're borrowing from Hinao.

Once comfortable with the sheets up to his chin and facing Chihiro, who stands in the doorway still, he smiles. It's a small one, tired and grateful for the other's presence and help through an ugly moment.

"Hakuri?" Chihiro's voice betrays his's stoic expression.

"Yeah?" His own voice wavers, too.

"If you ever have an episode again and need help, call for me or Shiba." Chihiro says, setting his voice so there's no room for negotiation. He's serious, and that rattles Hakuri a little.

"Okay, I will," He answers back, hoping to gain the bravery to ask for help for something like this. Chihiro nods and shuts the door behind him shortly after leaving.

[melkyt]

I sometimes forget the dark urge is a shape shifter much like orin, but I had *a vision*.

(This is right after they find out Durge is a bhaalspawn. My durge is a tiefling)

So say Astarion is complaining about not being able to see himself. The entire party is chilling around the fire chatting.

Shadowheart gets a thoughtful look and mentions, "If you're a bhaalspawn, aren't you also shifter?"

Durge tenses, the camp falls silent. They spent a long time perfecting this look, and with how wonky their brain is, they have only changed shape once or twice when the itch got too much at being atatic. And even then, it was just in small ways that nobody but they would notice. They nod.

"Can you turn into one of us, soldier?" Karlach has that glow of excitement she gets when something new gets her attention.

Another nod. Halsin joins them with a quiet step.

Astarion leans in, his curiosity peaked. Durge only mentioned briefly that they are a bhaalspawn and that they will continue to resist so everyone they love is safe. The converstation ended at that. They would get nervous and squirmy anytime it was mentioned. The same can be said now. Their tail twitches back and forth. "I could. You won't like it. " They look at Astarion, who while hiding it well is the most interested.

"Aw, come on, let us see. Promise we won't judge. " Karlach nudges their tail with hers. "Unless you dont want to," she adds a little bit sheepish. "Nobody is forcing you, soldier."

Durge shakes their head "Thats not it, its well not for the faint of heart."

"We all saw Orin change, and we're fine." Shadowheart waves their concerns away.

"All right, who should I change into?" They dont need an answer, Astarion practically jumps to his feet at the idea.

"Astarion ofcourse, so he can shut ip about not seeing that oreatty little face of his" Karlach taps him on the shoulder with a chuckle.

Durge takes a swig from a bottle of booze, setting it back down on the ground, getting to their feet. "Stay back, I'm rusty and would rather not get goo on all of you." They stretch their entire body out. "Are you sure about this, Star?"

Astarion nods. "More then sure darling, always a pleasure to see your various talents." He grins.

Durge studies Astarion, not that they need to. They have spent countless nights memorizing every feature of the elf from every wrinkle, scar, and mark that makes the man beautiful in every way.

The power is slow to respond, far away. The more they resist the urge, the farther it gets, but with some concentration, they manage to reach for it. Their skin shimmers, taking on a sheen, their features becoming indisntict. There is a snap, and a wave washes over them as new features solidify. "Darling." They wave at Halsin in what they hope is a convincing enough *flirty Astarion gaze*

Everyone stares dumbfound at the transformation. After a moment Karlach laughs, a sound that is full fo joy. "Oh mah goodness, thats perfect!"

"I do not sound like that," Astarion scoffs. "Here, like this," he gestures, ready to teach the durge how to move the right way. "You have to exude sexiness if you look like me darling"

Karlach falls in laughter.

He approaches Halsin, who is trying to decide if he should be blushing or laughing. His face is red, so he is a bit of both. "This is, uuh..." He swallows as words fail him.

Durge smiles, some of the nervous energy they had about shifting in front of everyone dissipate.

(Later, when Astarion and Durge are alone, they have a heart to heart about it. Also, Halsin now has some energy to work off, huhu.)

[absoluteindulgence]

A/N: HEEEEY YOU GUYSSSSSS, I POPPED THESE HEADCANONS OUT OF NOWHWEREEEE. I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE, DONT COME FOR ME JUST READ AND TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT LOL🤎✨️✨️✨️ I will say tho I wrote this from my phone because like the goofy I am, I spilled water on my laptop and gotta get it replaced🤭 So any edits I need to make will be in the near future🤎 Also Ironically I'm posting this 4:44PM☺️

Toji with Yoga!Girlfriend

SFW

He's learned what it means to be calm. You would meditate around him and at first he would always want to break your focus but afterward he'd sit with you and just breathe. He found it extremely calming when a rush of anger would wash over him.

He's in awe at the many Yoga Poses you can do and how focused you are when executing them. He's worked hard to bulk up his body but he can't say that he's as balanced as you. Which is why he has so much respect for you too.

Let's be real, you're over here talking about the healing power of crystals and he does not believe in none of that shit. It takes for him to have an out-of-the-blue migraine to do your "mumbo jumbo shit" on him and he might only admit that for a second, it worked. But he believes just laying in your lap is what did the trick.

You smell so fucking nice. You're the type to use essential oils more than perfume and it shows. Any scent that you're using that day is stuck to you and becomes your natural scent. One that's so pleasant it keeps Toji in your space more than usual.

You're highly intentional with your actions and he can sense it. You have this layer of love, honesty, and devotion that keeps him on his toes. It's hard to make him breathless but you're such a wonderful woman that he looks to you for comfort in more than just the sexual sense. You've proven to be a great pillar in his life and he's smitten by you based on how you're so open to loving him and in return, he provides the love and protection you desire. In his way, he'll cheerily thank a star for aligning you "or some shit" together. You give him a level of stability he's never seen or had in a very long time.

NSFW

Now this man has spun the block a couple of times but damn would he feel like there are way too many new experiences with you.

This man did not know what Kegels were until you showed him on one particular rainy day. This was closer to the beginning of your relationship and you would say, "Hey Babe, let's try something new" You're ideas usually come out more good than bad so he doesn't deny you. The first time you tighten yourself around him, the face he makes is voided of all smugness, it's a culmination of shock and humor. "Fuck, Treasure... How are you doing that????" His brows furrow too tight as he comprehends real "Pussy Power". Let's just say thunderstorms weren't the only thing to erupt.

The massages you give this man always lead him to visit heaven. You touch him in ways that he thought were just simple and had no other meaning than its initial reaction. Every graze from your fingertips stimulates his mind further than what he's expected to feel. His stiffy gets all twitchy, and the usual tense and ready-to-defend muscles relax. He instantly exhales when touched by you. Your hands are so skilled, you gently graze over all the sensitive spots he has and treat them with delicate consideration heightening his experience. The way your fingers caress the tip of his manhood trailing down the shaft, with a gentle kneading of his swollen, ready-to-burst balls is enough to get the most intense guttural groans ever known out of him.

You create such sensual atmospheres for him that he's taken aback. Incense or aroma diffusers, slow jams playing at a low volume in the back, you bought these twinkling lights for a dreamy effect, and after a while they leave him charmed to say the least.

This goes without saying but he loves to watch you stretch. It's a reminder of the limits he can set on your body since you prep every day. He's eager to see which way you'll bend for him just to get to that right spot. Arch perfectly sloped, HAMMERTIME. Sucking him off while doing a bridge, how many kids you want? Or something as simple as tucking your legs behind your head? You're in trouble for the rest of the night!

The worst of it all is you introducing him to Kamasutra... You told him you want to do every position. No matter how weird or uncomfortable it might be and man, you wore this man out one night in particular. It's the first time during sex that he's ever tapped out and you paid for it in the next sex session lol

[one-annon]

you know what. lets spice it up.

COIN FLIP :3

heads for harringsmith.,.,... fluff or angst i do not mind. preferably no fog/high school-ish au :3c whether its in hawkins or springwood is up to you im giving you freedom

tails for chemicalshipping!!1!1!1 same rules apply, except you saw-ify it by making john less murderous if just not at all :3c

have fun pooks

COINFLIP - TAILS! CHEMICALSHIPPING "BAD DAD, BAD KID"

hi raz....

i know i didnt..fully follow the rules..but i know we talked about it and you like the idea so erm...hope you dont mind me yammering about my favorite trap w/ hints of chem...

this is also a little au indulgent.. if you wanna read why daniel and brent work for jigsaw go look at @jigsaws-disciples

also tw for period typical homophobia!! i love making eric worse than he is normally

this was not meant to be 2.9k words LMAO

eric matthews was a mean son of a bitch.

those were daniel's first thoughts as he stared down at the task he was assigned with. he and the boy he was with had been working under jigsaw's apprentices for a few months. really they didnt do much. sometimes they handled things as small as grocery runs, or sometimes they would handle making parts of traps. today, daniel and brent are in charge of checking every place a game has been played.

daniel was glad brent was going with him. he knew they would be in places that bring back some not so great thoughts. there was no reason to check on the rotting bodies. really, they did it just to check if the police had been there recently. they didnt have another officer on their team once lawrence placed hoffman in the bathroom, so they had to be careful with their actions.

first on their list was the meat factory. the pair could already cross off the house that includes rooms that haunt daniels nightmares. with daniel's seemingly never ending streak of bad luck, they ended up using the house as a sort of hideout. just somewhere to be when they werent helping out or in college classes. since the remodel that hoffman had mostly done, his memories had been a little nicer to him. it wasnt the same, gross house as before. and the front door opened.

brent had never known daniel's father. the two of them never exactly spoke of them. by the time they arrived in the room where the detective lay dead and rotting, daniel's demeanor had changed.

this didn't go unnoticed, of course. brent could read the other fairly well. he knew when daniel was upset by something. if he had known previously, he wouldnt have accepted the task. he wouldve asked for something different for the two of them. he took note of how daniel tensed up as his eyes met with the rotting corpses of two people on the floor. one of them was still wearing the supposed trap for him. brent couldnt help btu wonder what the hell the man had done to get himself into that.

the other man seemingly had died from blood loss, someone had shot him. brent didn't recognize either of the men and it seemed daniel didnt either. from how it looked, no one had been here. the gun supposedly used to shoot the blood loss corpse was near the desk toward the front of the room. brent stepped over the body with the spine contraption, leaning over the desk to look at the monitors. there were different rooms on the screen. somehow, the cameras still worked. one or two were out of order, only left with static, but the rest worked fine.

"anything interesting?" daniel asked, watching brent's movements. he was trying to distract himself from the small sounds of sparks and the awful smell of blood and rot. the main thing, though, was the large trap beyond the desk. daniel knew who the men in that trap were. he didnt want to think about that right now.

brent shrugged. "looks like some trial thing." his looked downward to the bag next to the desk, sifting through what was inside. his eyes lifted to the man with the curly hair. "he's still got his tape. and there's a folder in here. must've been another zep situation." he straightened his back, holding a stained envelope. "forced to be the apprentice for a little, yknow?"

the two boys knew about the history of failed apprentices. zep, who one of the other disciples had very strong words about, was supposedly part of another game. they had already seen his corpse. it was next to a man who daniel knew a little too well. the best part? they lived right above that game. daniel hated that goddamn house. from what they were told, these trials were supposedly another game for a possible apprentice. two, actually.

one had been an associate of hoffman's, the other being an old friend of john's. neither boy had personally met john and befriended him, but they were told stories by the apprentices who knew him. melissa's father enjoyed telling stories of how he was helped by john. he spoke of the man like he was a god.

"makes sense." daniel agreed, glancing up to the rather obvious trap in front of them. "wasn't mark in this trap?" he stepped over the corpses, avoiding any broken glass and thanking the shoe store on the corner of his favorite outlet store for having platformed combat boots. he hugged the right wall, looking past the fencing and to a high voltage power box. "he was supposed to get like electrocuted or something."

brent followed behind him, making sure not to slip on the water that was still covering the floors. "i think so." he stood on the edge of the contraption, holding his arms out to keep balance as it tilted to the right with a loud, rusty creak. he took another step, practically jumping over the water to make it to the leather chair that sat in the middle of the water pool. the taller held onto the edge of the chair, laughing and smiling at daniel. "jesus!" he muttered, shifting around to sit in the chair.

daniel rolls his eyes, chuckling. he steps away from the fence, moving to the other side of the trap. "youre gonna get electrocuted, brent! watch out!" he stepped up onto the little platform there, kicking aside chains. he was grateful that what looked to be some sort of heat rays were off. the platform wasnt very big. if mr. emerson's rambles to him were right, this would hold a melting piece of ice. they both had a good laugh, playing around on something they shouldn't. it was like they were kids again.

the older shifted, planting his feet in a way that would make it harder for him to slip off the platform. there was still water in the dip in the seesaw part of the trap. if it was still in working order, he would be electrocuted if he touched it. brent's eyes traveled up above daniel, two long metal rods with squares of the same material were above him. they were connected up to a pulley sorta system. following the wires, his eyes landed on the door. daniel had to duck down to avoid the metal. someone's head mustve been crushed.

brent wasnt totally aware of what had happened in this room. he only knew that four people were involved for this section, one of them being mark. he was somewhat aware of how to trap worked…but he wasn't fully sure. looking at it now, it was easier to piece together. this one felt like a domino effect of some sorts. whoever was supposed to replace daniel would get their head crushed between two blocks of..what? ice would be the most reasonable. especially with all the water involved. the two big metal poles holding it would be released when the door was open, but who was supposed to go through the door? the man who was shot?

he wondered if there were camera recordings of this room.

daniel turned his upper body, trying to look around the room while holding his balance. he ignored brents look of curiosity. the nerd was always thinking of something. now, daniel may not have been the most observant person ever, especially not when compared to his father, but it didnt take a shitty detective who planted evidence to find the corpse behind them."oh.." he hummed, eyebrows furrowing. "there's our victim." he pointed to the body, laughing awkwardly. "good god.."

brent turned to see what daniel was eyeing, letting out a whistle that said 'holy shit thats awful.' he craned his neck to get a better look at the body, hoping he could identify this rando. "looks like a prisoner of some kind." he stood in the chair, holding one long leg out and catching the bottom of his boot on the edge of the trap before lifting himself up and jumping to the concrete floor. daniel did the same, joining brents side near the body. "who do you think it is?"

dan had a pretty good idea. the body wasn't yet rotted enough to be bone. "i dunno." he said, bending down. he reached into his pocket, pulling medical gloves diana had gifted them and sliding them onto his hands. he wasnt touching the damn thing! "theres not many people i know who john would put in somethin' like this. but if mark was in it..then it's gotta be something for cops right?" he looked up at brent, smiling at the confirmation. "and..i dunno, maybe the other guy is a cop too." he pointed a finger to the man who was shot, hesitating before looking back.

daniel took a few seconds to breathe before lifting the pant leg that wasnt covered by a foot brace. it was there. just barely. the skin hadnt yet rotted enough to make it fully disappear. on his right ankle, a name was written. daniel's name tattooed in some cursive font. said boy inhaled slowly, biting his lip before dropping the pant leg. "fuck." he muttered, all laughter and fun from moments ago vanishing. "thats my dad, dude." he whispered, voice cracking near the end. this wasnt surprising. he knew this. why did it hurt so bad?

it wasnt very often he thought about eric. mostly just when he was reflecting on his life or when he was wandering through the graveyard. sometimes he would be reminded just by the watch he wore. his father gave it to him. said it would be helpful for his school tests. well, he wasnt wrong. it helped him keep track of times for tests..just not the educational type.

memories of his fathers funeral came back in full force. daniel went thinking his father hated him. daniel watched as the casket with nothing in it but a photo of his father was lowered thinking that his father didnt want to see him again. he couldnt help but remember how much he wanted to see his father when he was pulling needles out of the skin of the only person he trusted; of someone who his father framed and arrested.

to say daniel was surprised was an overstatement. he knew his father was dead since he was helped out of the safe. a nice man had helped him out of the building. he said his name was adam. said he was there to help him and he was going to get him to a hospital. daniel had done nothing but follow him. he couldnt help but remember how much he wanted to see his father when he heard knocking on his hospital door, followed by a shout of "danny, its me your cousin!" and then arguing about something. he knew that voice. he knew who was arguing behind that door.

that voice would be the one to get him through the next few years. it would be the one to distract him as he drove back to his mother after his fathers funeral. it would be the voice that would get him motivated enough to get his ass out of bed and go to that stupid therapy group his mama had started forcing him to go to.

daniel couldnt help it when tears started to blur his vision. it had been years, he shouldnt be crying over his fucking hotheaded father. he heard brents voice, as gentle as ever. such a contrast from the singer who soothed him through the beginning of his adulthood. "oh…daniel, im so sorry…" he felt a hand on his back. warm, comforting. such a contrast from the one that would drag him back to the truck after the police caught him doing something he shouldnt.

the older wiped his eyes, letting go of a shaky exhale. "its fine. ive known he was dead for years." he blinked back new tears as he looked at the body. it's head was missing. brain and flesh and muscle were scattered around the pooled blood, which had more or less seeped into the metal/concrete below them. daniel had to swallow to prevent himself from vomiting. that was his father. despite the urge to vomit, he reached forward, picking up half a piece of lower jaw bone. daniel looked at his friend, lip twitching in a frown.

brent was quiet for a long moment, staring at the bone before meeting daniel's gaze. "..i..i know how to preserve bones." he assured, reaching into his side back and opening a large bag for daniel to put the bone into. "once we're home i'll get it good for you."

"i dont want it. just…we'll go by the graveyard tomorrow. put it there." daniel suddenly said. he stood, shaking his head and pulling the gloves off. "we needa get outta here, brent." his words were rushed, obviously the boy didnt want to talk about it anymore and what he said was final. that was that. they would bury the bone in the morning.

brent sighed, closing the ziploc bag a third of the way before pressing it against his stomach and closing it the rest of the way to seal it air tight. "okay, thats fine." he studied daniel for a long moment, just thinking. he was always way too good at reading daniel's feelings and daniel hated it. "its okay to cry, yknow? i cried over my dad's death. i mean, you know that. i wont judge you or anything."

daniel hated his stupid voice. he hated that voice that was oh, so comforting to him. he hated that his voice that was oh, so comforting to him. it would be the voice that convinced him to go back to therapy over and over. it would be the voice that comforted him while he cried. it would be the voice he was so grateful he got to go home to. it as the voice that was connected to the man he loved so dearly. he hated how he loved him.

his father taught him that was wrong. he was taught to shame people with those thoughts. he couldnt. he knew people personally now who were that way. he knew the man whose voice carried him through his father's death. he was told their music was against that shit. he was told that its okay to be that way. he still couldnt help it though. he couldnt help how soft and gently brent looked at him. he felt pitiful. he hated feeling pitiful. he hated how beautiful brent looked in the shitty factory light.

"i know that." he scoffed, stepping over his fathers corpse and toward brent. brent held his arms out, helping daniel across. if you asked why daniel matthews, a 32 year old man, was freaking out like a middle schooler skipping class for the first time, he would say it was the blood. it was not the blood. it was the way brents hands held him as he stepped over. it was the way brent checked on him to make sure he was okay. it was because his heart thumped faster because of it.

he straightened himself up, and inhaled. "cmon." was all he said, swallowing hard. daniel subconsciously toyed with his tongue piercing as he walked. he felt brent's hand on his shoulder but he didnt dare say anything. his father wouldve killed him if he found out about his and brent's shitty secrets. whatever. his father was dead. has been forever. daniel lifted his arm, giving a nice middle finger to every corpse in the room.

his father wouldnt approve of the way he interlocked his fingers with brents, or the way he bumped shoulders with him as they walked down the hallway. he would scowl at the way daniel made sure to keep a hand on brent as they checked the rest of the buildings, at the way brent let their hands stay hooked together on the ride back home.

daniel couldnt really give two shits what he father thought. he never did. it wasnt like his father could think now anyway, he was dead. the next morning, the two thoroughly cleaned the jaw bone. they took the short walk to the cemetery, hunted down the grave of detective eric matthews, and dug. they only dug three feet. brent tossed a flower to the grave, and daniel (much like he did with the casket was buried) spat on the grave. just as a final fuck you to his father, he held brents hand as they left.

daniel matthews was one mean son of a bitch.

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i love the ice block trap sm...anyway references i used for the trap below if anyone wants to use them!! tw for gore n blood n stuff..

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[thebestofoneshots]

Hi I would like for you to read some of the stuff to my book to see if you think I should make more and maybe give me some advice, I feel like my writnig is not the best bc English is not my first language.

You were sitting on your sofa in your house looking at some random shit on your phone. "Hi, I'm home!” says Paul as he opens the door to your house. you stand up and walk out to him “hi” He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. “hi” he smiled down at you “how was the filming?” "awful Tyrese and I couldn't make one of the scenes we kept laughing” you stood on your tip toes and kissed his cheek. “Are you ready for the Italian Grand Prix in a few days?” “mhm, Charles is coming over to get me thursday, tomorrow so I won't be home. Also, do you want to come with me?” you ask him “I would love to come but am Im allowed to be there not many people know our thing.” “you will be if you walk in with me and Frédéric knows..” “Did you tell him?” “no, he saw you called me after a race. He could see your name with a heart on my phone.” “okay.. so I'm flying with you and Charles?” “yeah he will be okay with it, he had his gf with him once” “I will go up and pack then” he smiled at you as he took his shoes off.  He then stood up “did you have a good day?” “yes but it’s much better now that you're here” He chuckles and looks down at you, he then takes you up and puts you over his shoulder ”HEY!”   

I really like it myself but dont know if it is actually good..

Hey babe! I've taken some time to answer this one because I wanted to dedicate the proper time to it. I must say, your story is pretty interesting, and you should definitely write more. In fact, even if some asshole ever told you that you shouldn't, you should continue to write if it's what you enjoy doing.

Now, where I do think I could give you some advice is regarding the formatting. This one is crucial because different languages have different formatting for writing and English has a lot of tricky ones, and it takes a lot of attention to get them right but I think I can sum them up for you.

Now the lack of spacing might be because of the limited amount of space in asks, but just in case it isn't, it's important to remember that you must switch paragraphs every time:

A different character speaks

You change a scene, time or location

You start a new topic

Another interesting one that even I didn't know until way deep into writing fanfiction is the punctuation marks after your characters speak and before you add the quotation marks. Allow me to elaborate.

This is a super detailed article about it, but basically, a dialogue should look something like this.

"If your dialogue follows a dialogue tag, you must use a coma in the end," she said.

She said, "On the other hand, if it's at the beginning, then instead of a coma you would use a dot."

"If it's obvious who the speaker is and you don't want to add a dialogue tag, then you also use a dot."

"And it's the same if you're breaking a paragraph after your dialogue."

"You are also meant to use dots if the dialogue is followed by an action and not a dialogue tag." She moved to the other side of the room to continue explaining.

"And if you have either a question mark or an exclamation one, then you continue your without capitalizing, the same as if it were a coma!" she said.

"If you are breaking paragraph after it, you don't need to add a for though!"

So with proper formatting, the little excerpt you've sent would look somewhat like this:

You were sitting on the sofa in your house looking at some random shit on your phone. "Hi, I'm home!” said Paul as he opened the door to your house. You stood up and walked up to him (tense change) “Hi.” He put his hands on your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, (tense change) “Hi,” he smiled down at you. “How was the filming?” "Awful Tyrese and I couldn't make one of the scenes, we kept laughing.” You stood on your tip toes and kissed his cheek. “Are you ready for the Italian Grand Prix in a few days?” “Mhm, Charles is coming over to get me Thursday, so I won't be home. Want to come with me?” you asked him. “I would love to come but... Am I allowed to be there? Not many people know our thing.” “You will be if you walk in with me and... Frédéric knows–” "You told him?” (sounds a bit more natural) “No, he saw you called me after a race. He saw your name with a heart on my phone.” “Okay.. so I'm flying with you and Charles?” “Yeah he will be okay with it, he had his girlfriend with him once.” “I'll go up and pack then,” (also the contraction makes it a bit more natural) he smiled at you as he took his shoes off,  he then stood up. “Did you have a good day?” “Yes but it’s much better now that you're here.” He chuckled (tense change) and looked down at you, he then grabbed onto your waist and put you over his shoulder. ”HEY!”  you complained. 

Also, I'd also add that you must be careful with your tenses, you start in past and then you switch to present, while this can happen in English when you are in conversation, it's not very common when you're telling a story. If you'll be talking in present, stick to the present (It's not vert common on formal books but I've seen it often in fanfiction), if you'll be talking in past, stick to the past.

I hope you find this useful darling, I tried to be as concise as possible while explaining all these little grammar rules, and I hope I didn't come as harsh. Took me long to figure them out and I suppose someone detailing them to me would have been pretty useful. I think your writing is great and I reiterate the fact that you should definitely continue. Sending all the love in the world!

[acourtofquestions]

EoS Chapter 57:

spoiler “more” bar of safety🙃

— I’m calling this Chapter LORCAN DON’T DIE; wow times have changed😅😅 — Current hope… Can Aelin like double oath him?😂 if Gavriel and Fenrys had 2 opposing blood oaths could she cancel out Maeve’s order? I don’t want them “blood-oathed” to anyone frankly but it feels like a possible short term solution and IDK at this point 🤷‍♀️ — Mostly I just wanna see Elide come home to the Court of Terrasen & have a “traumatized children” now as healing adults moment🥹

“She had imagined Aelin's power, dreamed of how it had shattered the glass castle. She hadn't considered that the reality of seeing it unleashed would make her bones quail in terror.” — always seems to be a mix of awe and horror

— The fact she’s able to read Lorcan really is a gift😂

— Aelin & Rowan fighting over who gets to defend who in stance😂🫶

— all about “sending messages” these days

— “But what would she even say to Aelin? Hello? How do you do? Please don't burn me?” — it’s giving as you can see I am very small and have no money😂

— “A gentle hand touched her shoulder. Pay attention. Look around.” — Lorcan mate telepathy? Mother Marion? Or Annieth?

— sure pull the classic “I don’t care” I’VE SEEN THAT BEFORE ROWAELIN MANORIAN ETC. (I know where this is going😂)

— all Lorcan had left was her🥹

— SHE DOVE FOR HIM

— FENRYS BABY NO DONT TOUCH OTHER BB

— “Lorcan's onyx eyes were unreadable as he scanned her face. And then he said quietly, "I wanted to go to Perranth with you." Lorcan dropped the shield. — It was not a hard choice. And it did not frighten him. Not nearly as much as the fatal wound in her arm did.” — I am dead inside

— “Lorcan had been born from and gifted with darkness. Returning to it was not a difficult task.” — seems to share the “witch theology” of Manon

— “But letting that glimmering, lovely light before him die out ... In (his ancient, bitter bones, he could not accept it.”

— “She had been forgotten--by everyone and everything. And still she had hoped. And still she had been kind to him. And still she had offered him a glimpse of peace in the time he'd known her. She had offered him a home.” — sobbing now

— he knew Fenrys didn’t want to either (I even think Gavriel is trying to drain his power)

— also where is Aelin here?

— even half dead Elide is fighting for him😭

— YES INNER CADRE KNOWLEDGE FOR THE WIN YES QUEEEEENS — SO THAT WAS THE PLAN!!!

— finally some successfully thought time

— I love EVERY Aelin enterance😂

— “Young, and yet her face ... It was an ancient face, wary and cunning and limned with power. Beautiful, with the sun-kissed skin, the vibrant turquoise eyes. Turquoise eyes, with a core of gold around the pupil. Ashryver eyes. The same as the golden-haired, handsome man who came up beside her, muscled body tense as he assessed whether he'd need to spill blood, a bow dangling from his hand. Two sides of the same golden coin. Aelin. Aedion.”

— “Young--she felt so young compared to the woman who approached. There were scars all over Aelin's hands, along her neck, around her wrists ... where shackles had been. Aelin slid to her knees not a foot away, and it occurred to Elide that she should be bowing, head to the dirt.” — the way Aelin’s descriptions keep shifting and also the fact AELIN bowed😭 (finally elide getting the respect she deserves + big sister “if you hurt her speeches) THE FAMILY IS TOGETHER AGAIN — “This was real”

— "You look... so much like your mother," — now I’m losing it for good

— "I'm so sorry." How many years had those words been locked up? — But Aelin didn't break her stare, even as tears continued cutting through the dirt on her cheeks. "Your mother told me to tell you that she loves you--very much. Those were her last words to me. 'Tell my Elide I love her very much.'" For over ten years, Aelin had been the sole bearer of those final words. Ten years, through death and despair and war, Aelin had carried them across kingdoms. And here, at the edge of the world, they had found each other again. Here at the edge of the world, just for a heartbeat, Elide felt the warm hand of her mother brush her shoulder.” — Aedion's turquoise eyes softened. "It survived. We survived." — "I'm here," Elide said as Aelin fixed those unnervingly vivid eyes on her, "because of Kaltain Rompier."

— and NOW MANON’S BACK & they know the others safe too 🥹

— “A shadow instantly lifted from Elide's heart, a whispering presence now silenced.” — and now Aelin has two carry two… she’s getting too drained… I’m worried😭

— Manon and Aelin back a it again🤣 (Ch. 57 spoilers for later; once Ansel joins in it’s gonna be crazy)

— “Tried not to make it seem like she hadn't just met her queen, her friend, her court, and ... somehow now found Lorcan to be the safest of them all. Manon smirked at Lorcan. "Your claim on her, male, is at the very bottom of the list." Iron teeth slid out, turning that beautiful face petrifying. Lorcan didn't let go. Manon crooned in that way that usually meant death, "Don't. Touch. Her." "You don't give me orders, witch," Lorcan said. "And you have no say in what is between us." Elide frowned at him. "You're making it worse." "We like to call it 'territorial male nonsense,"" Aelin confided. "Or 'territorial Fae bastard' works just as nicely." "Am I forgetting another term of endearment?" The warrior-prince's eyes glowed, even as his face remained set with predatory intent. "I think you covered it." Aelin winked at Lorcan. "You hurt her, and I'll melt your bones," she merely said, and walked away. Aedion looked Lorcan over and snorted. "Aelin does whatever she wants, but I think she'd let me see how many of your bones I can break before she melts them." — at this point this entire chapter is amazing lol I can’t get over any of it also the amount of facial expression reactions people must have to Aelin (I need an adaptation for things like this lol)

— ONE SILVER ONE GOLD (two sides of the coin)

— "That power could just as easily destroy her, you know." "I know," Rowan admitted. — NO THANK YOU

— “It had been a song that had made his magic erupt in kind.”

— She glows (drop that skin care routine queen😂)

— Final few things: (before final note) is the white wolf just a nickname then and Aedion isn’t actually? — SHE SOOTHED LORCAN🥹 — can everyone admit to being mates already? — the CONTRAST of Manon & Aelin — I LOVE THESE BOOKS

— "Such a good dog." Rowan gave him a lazy smile but refrained from commenting on the delicate, dark-haired young woman who now held Lorcan's own leash. — cackling I love our tattooed golden retriever😂 AND NOW (again) ONTO 58

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

i feel so called out by the commuter student who can't drive bc even though i can my anxiety refuses to let me drive on the highways 🙃

Let the all kill begin, just to condense things (and reduce the post spam lmfao I'll put screenshots here AHAHA

Anyway no yeah, Rose, like I be telling everyone if you're not going to live on campus you have to get your license because I mean it when I say you almost can't do shit without it esp cuz clubs meet after classes end. Like, I couldn't actually drive to uni until I was in my junior year and even then since I was new I feared for my life that first year!

Honestly a slight TMI but I remember at the time when my parents told me that I was in middle school. My best friend at the time just came out as bisexual and our parents were close, so her parents would tell mine that they were hoping it was just a phase (it wasn't) and also at that time I think anti-lgbtqia+ tensions were so high where we lived so when my mom told me that, of course, at the time I felt so betrayed by her because she had various family members in the community. But looking back at it in hindsight, I get it. If I was her, I don't know how I'd protect my young child, who was barely entering her teens, from a society that already hated who she was because she was a racial minority.

When I finally came out to my mom like a few months ago she straight up told me she wasn't surprised because of my fashion choices LMFAO Converse, Skinny Jeans, and Flannels (so many of them)

NO BECAUSE LIKE one of the things I was going for was to accentuate OC's relationship with Somi by making her relationship with her parents so tense. Everyone talks about car ride convos, but the tension between OC and her dad in that scene was my attempt at some narrative to kinda sorta ostracize her from her parents. And true to life, I can't tell my dad anything LMFAO

You think you know them and suddenly you find out the Mitochondria isn't just the powerhouse of the freaking cell

Me getting blackout drunk and/or fucking railed at parties while my parents tell everyone how studious I am 🤩

do as i say and not as i do

NO CUZ I WATCHED TOY STORY AND SUDDENLY I COULDN'T GIVE UP ANY OF MY TOYS toy story 3 fucked me up fr fr

ALSO NO DONT APOLOGIZE I LOVE INBOX SPAM speaking of you dropped a few things while i was gone i should go binge those soon 👀

Dude NO studying gets done in those rooms my most vivid memory was me explaining how tf dp works to my friends who both (a) asked and (b) didn't get the concept for some reason-

Then we trauma dump about past relationships it's perfect-

NO REST FOR THE WICKED DFJSHDFJHDF like just call them exams at that point. They're not a midterm if they're multiple of them 😭

I used to say fucking anything to get my motivation up before the exam HAAHAHAHA

It's true, the trauma bonding really helps too

Had to tie it in somehow. Another TMI but I gave mine away recently, I had like this weird manic depressive episode so I buried it in a box we were going to send off to GoodWill. Not to be dramatic, but it hurt looking at it.

You're welcome, love, I sobbed too-

But fr though I meant it when I say I went through a ride writing this fic, and there's just so much more that we did together, me and the girl I based this off of, that I left out that I almost feel like how I wrote her here didn't do her justice. But like, it's fine. (me crying at god awful hours in the morning)

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

DADDY ISSUES - Part Seven: Friends

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you're all moved in and set up, what do you have to look forward to in your relationship as Elvis Presley's sugar baby? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: sad reader, angst, guilt/shame as a result of sexual activity, elvis being a bit of a fucktard ngl

Rating: M || Word Count: 3985

A/N: i hope y'all are enjoying still!! i can't tell you how many ideas spurred while writing these chapters. i literally had a web of ideas that i somehow managed to weave all into this little fic lol

Song Rec: friends - anne marie and marshmello

This is Part 7 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

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🦋 mila

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“Am I allowed to date or see other people or is this an exclusive thing?”

Elvis’ eyebrows shoot up when you ask the question and you can tell that he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes drop to the floor and eyebrows furrow as he considers what you’ve asked. After a few moments of tense silence, he clears his throat and glances back up at you with a tight smile.

“Course you can see other people. We ain’t an item or nothin. It’s just a convenient relationship for both of us. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, but doesn’t mean we gotta be lovers neither.”

You nod, offering a small smile. His eyes fall to your finger and he smirks.

“That’s a good girl. Lemme see,” he says, scooting forward and holding out his palm.

You drop your hand into his and he gently runs his fingers over it with the hint of a smile on his face. His calloused fingertips ghost over your knuckle and then onto the ring resting snugly on your finger. You take a deep breath, the feeling of your touch on his palm making you giddy and excited.

“See you doin so good already followin my rules. This ring’ll tell everybody important that you’re with me. Looks good on ya, princess,” he says with a nod. “You like it?”

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Presley,” you say, automatically defaulting to his proper name. You feel like you should treat him respectfully, or maybe you’re addressing him as your boss? You aren’t sure but the urge to be formal is suddenly extremely present in the room. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and definitely not something that I could ever afford on my own. Thank you so much for gifting it to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, waving dismissively. “It’s payment for our first appointment. This was the arrangement we agreed to and I stick to my promises. There’s more to come, I’m sure.”

Your lips part as you watch his gaze fade from sunny blue eyes to a dark, serious expression. He emphasizes the word come, pausing after he speaks the word. He draws it out, licking his tongue over his lips before finishing the sentence. You desperately hope you’re not reading too much into it, because you do desperately want him to be talking about you.

Everything in your body wants him to touch you and make you feel things you’ve never experienced in your life. The first time you saw him in 1956, you wanted him. Other girls may also want him, but not like you. They don’t want him like you do. The lust he planted then has done nothing but grow since that day. For god’s sake, it possessed you, the most unlikely person in the world, to slide out of your panties and offer them up to a complete stranger who you’d probably never see again. Elvis’ voice jerks you out of your awe.

“Which reminds me, what sorta payments do you want? I don’t wanna get you nothin you dont like.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Well, I like necklaces and rings. Um, I’m more of a pants girl than dresses but I still like nice dresses and things. Um…”

“Noted,” he replies.

Silence settles as his eyes trace over your figure. You’re becoming more comfortable with him doing that, since he does it pretty constantly. The little problem of your debts and bills rises to the forefront of your mind and you consider adding to the list since that’s what you really need to be paid off, but before you can say anything else, he curls his finger and motions for you to come over to him.

Your core starts to swell with excitement and you actively fight the smile that wants to cross your face. You take a few steps closer to him and sit down on his lap, just as you had the other day. You already feel a bit more comfortable this time as you rest your hands on his chest and his hands gently cup your thighs. You stay still, waiting for instructions which he promptly provides.

“Tilt your head up for me,” he says and you gulp before obeying, lengthening your chin out so that he can see your neck better.

His fingers gently rise up toward your skin, ghosting across your throat and the sensitive skin underneath your jawline. Your eyes flutter and threaten to close but you force them to remain open. He just gently closes his fingers around your throat, not all the way but enough that your breath audibly shudders. You gulp your nerves down as your pussy begins to throb with desire for him. Just as you’ve resolved to lean down and kiss him, he pulls his fingers away.

“You got a pretty neck, princess. Perfect for my hand. I think a necklace would work nicely for you.”

You hover in the space between you, resisting the strongest urge to smash your lips against his. Your entire body is slowly aching for him, but is it okay for you to make a move? Despite his loveliness in answering your questions, you’re still confused as to how all of this works. Plus, now that you’re relying totally and completely on Elvis to sustain you financially, you’re terrified of making a mistake that’s unfixable. Just as your head begins to bob forward with a burst of confidence, your nerves get the better of you and you just hover anxiously. You clear your throat and Elvis continues the conversation.

“Is jewelry what you like best? Or dresses or what?”

“Um, I guess I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I…don’t have much of a preference,” you reply with a lackluster shrug. “I could use some new clothes. But, of course the jewelry is also very nice. Um…sorry, I just feel very awkward saying these things.”

You laugh nervously but he shakes his head.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” you suddenly laugh as you realize what it feels like and that image begins to surface in your mind, “honestly, it feels a bit like sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what I want for Christmas. I’m just not very used to asking for things, like material things.”

“But that’s how you get what you want. Y'ask for it.”

“I guess so, yeah. But that’s usually not how it works for normal people, and it’s certainly never worked out that way for me. I hardly ever get what I ask or pray for. God has favorites and I really don’t think I’m one of them,” you reply with a weak chuckle. “Besides, I’m just not the kind of person who places a lot of value on material objects or gifts or anything. I don’t need all that many things, to be honest. Just the basics, although these are very tempting and it feels good to own them. They’re not really necessary in the grand scheme of things, you know what I mean?”

“But that’s what I’m here for. I ain’t got no issue giving you whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask, princess, and it’s yours.”

“I’m not used to that. People like me don’t just get the things we ask for. We have to work for them.”

“Not anymore, doll,” he smiles, leaning forward to whisper against your cheek. “Ask and it’s yours.”

You smile in awe as Elvis pulls back.

“Stand up, over there,” he gestures toward the middle of the room. You nod and carefully remove yourself from his lap to stand on the mark he’s given you. Once there, you await his directions. “Take the dress off. Just the top. I wanna see you better.”

You nod and turn away from him to spice things up. You shakily lift the strap of your dress up and off of your shoulder, glancing over your skin at Elvis who watches you hungrily. You let the strap fall, exposing the skin of your shoulder to him. The slow speed with which you’re stripping is putting both you and him through an uncomfortable tenseness that only grows when you drop the other strap down. The dress, being held up mostly by the straps, elegantly falls off your chest and pools around your waist where it’s cinched in a little tighter. You reach up for the strap to your bra, but Elvis stops you.

“No. There’s good enough,” he says. “Turn around.”

You obey him, spinning around so he can get a good look at your entire body. He rubs his slender fingers over his lips, tugging them out lazily. You stand still like a statue before him until he gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here. Right here. All the way this time.”

He points to the space between his legs, a spot that has become rather familiar to you already. You can’t help the smile that spreads onto your cheeks as you step toward him.

He leans forward, his fingers taking hold of your waist. They gingerly trail up the bare skin of your waist, so lightly that you feel goosebumps spreading across your skin. He traces his fingers around to your front, ghosting over your breasts underneath the bra. He curls his fingers around your chest and squeezes firmly. You release a contented breath and close your eyes at the sensation, what little of it there even is. It’s more than you’ve gotten from him so far. He squeezes a few more times, saying nothing, before he releases your breasts.

You instinctively follow his grasp as it retreats. Your eyes fly open in disappointment and he slides further down into the red velvet chair. He tugs gently on the zipper to his jumpsuit while staring intensely into your eyes.

“You know what to do, darlin."

Unfortunately, you do know what to do, although you’d love to do something else right now. It might only be the second time you’ve sucked him off, you hope this time will be different. You hope this time you’ll get to share in the receiving end. Glancing up into his bright blue eyes, you have an idea. You lean over him, trying to push your breasts near his face in the hopes that you’ll tempt him enough to put some effort into pleasing you. You pause for a few seconds, waiting for him to grasp your chest.

When he doesn't respond, you reach down to grasp the zipper. His hand snakes onto yours, gripping your fingers away from his suit. You glance up at him in confusion

"I liked what you did the other night with your teeth," he says, his eyes falling down to your lips. "Do it like that again."

You gently maneuver yourself onto the floor on your knees and catch the zipper between your teeth. This time, you unzip the jumpsuit slowly, maintaining eye contact with Elvis all the way down. You spread the leather of his jumpsuit aside so you can access him. His white boxer briefs are familiar to you now. You glance sneakily up at the clock in the corner of the room to see that you only have about five minutes until show time.

As much as you appreciate his trying to get to know you better, you’re desperate for some physical attention. You’ve been responsible for taking care of yourself for the last five years or so and, quite frankly, you’re just tired of it. Having a man touch you for once is a need that’s rekindled every time he dares to touch you.

But with only five minutes left, you waste no time, yanking his underwear off and wrapping your fingers around his length. You immediately start to pump him, licking the tip of his dick with your tongue. He releases a satisfied sigh and leans back into the chair. You glance up to see his head tilted toward the ceiling with his eyes completely closed. You feel pleased with yourself but frustrated at his passivity. You yank him into your mouth and harshly bob your head up and down on top of him.

He groans and moans in approval. Your eyes flash wide when his hand sneaks down your chest to massage your breasts through your bra. You hum against his length as he pinches your nipple between his fingers. You shift closer to him, hoping he'll touch you harder. While the sensation is very welcome, you need so much more.

As your head bobs up, your eyes flick up toward him again to see that he hasn’t moved, other than his hips which are beginning to buck up into your mouth as he matches your pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. You continue to bob up and down on his dick as you fight back the emotion that’s flooding into your chest painfully.

You feel him start to twitch in your mouth and pump your hand harder on his length. A few seconds later, his hips are bucking into your lips and his hot cum is slipping down your throat. You gulp it down begrudgingly, the taste almost sour on your tongue. Your body shudders with the displeasure of the action and the taste but mostly with how it made you feel at the moment.

You drop your head immediately, focusing on the floor below you as Elvis reassembles himself to go back out for the show which starts in just a few minutes. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, wanting to transport yourself completely from this situation into a different time and place, somewhere you’re safe and alone. On his way out, Elvis places his hand on your head and gives your hair a little muss. His fingers slip down to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. You reluctantly open your eyes and he smirks down at you slightly.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs before making his way toward the door.

You keep yourself upright until you hear the door shut behind him. As soon as the lock clicks, you feel your face screwing up. You keel over onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking with the emotion that is coursing through your body. You curl onto your knees and sit back on them, resting your forehead on the scratchy carpet below you. Tears start to pool by your eyes and you don’t stop them as the warm liquid falls from your eyes to stain the carpet below you. You curl your arms around your shoulders as your body shakes and you cry.

He had his chance to pleasure you and he didn’t take the hints, which you thought were very obviously being given to him. Now, it’s too late. You feel worthless, disgusting, dirty. You understand that you wholeheartedly gave yourself up to Elvis when you agreed to become his sugar baby but you assumed the arrangement would be mutual.

You should be stronger than this; this shouldn’t bother you so much. You are the one who agreed to this, who decided to accept the proposal. You’re just reaping the consequences of your actions, the ones Steve warned you about. But for some unplaceable reason, it hurts. A lot.

On the other hand, while you realize how silly and dramatic it is to be upset when you’ve just begun, the emotions that are running through your veins are so strong. And considering that you’ve relocated your entire life over the last week, it’s probably understandable that you’re feeling so overwhelmed.

After a few more tears sneak out, you sniffle and wipe your runny nose on your arm, not caring about the stickiness spreading onto your skin. You don’t have anyone to look pretty for anymore. And the one person you did choose to look nice for doesn’t seem to have any interest in you other than using you as a personal fleshlight. As moments of anger and embarrassment pulse through your veins, you pull yourself together with a few deep breaths.

You weren’t really in the mood for giving him a blowjob even when you got dressed to come downstairs tonight. But he asks and you provide. As he said earlier, ‘all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours’. As you dry your tears, that phrase starts to circle in your brain. Ask and it’s yours… If that’s what he wants. That’s what he’ll get. Why can’t you take the reins a little? You’re half of the deal, after all.

You stand, fix your hair and your dress, wipe off your tears and snot and grab your purse. You exit the dressing room with the confidence of someone who simply doesn’t have the will to care anymore.

As you trudge out of the dressing room, not bothering to pause before the door to listen for anyone passing, you keep your eyes glued to the floor beneath you. You shrug your bag over your shoulder and pull the bottom of your dress down harshly, trying to get the stubborn fabric to stay put. When your body slams into another, you momentarily lose your footing and feel yourself careening toward the floor. Luckily, whoever you bumped into manages to catch you at the last moment. With a panting breath, you glance up to see one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life. He helps you to your feet as you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Uh…thanks,” you say nervously. “I’m so sorry about that.”

He chuckles, leaning down to pick up your purse, which you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped during the collision. Your eyes widen as you notice the black lingerie poking out from inside the bag. You wonder if he notices, although he doesn’t mention or allude to it at all when he carefully hands the bag back to you. You snatch it quickly from his hands, sneakily reaching your hand in to push the lingerie back into its hidden place.

“It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for being so clumsy,” he says, flashing a crooked smile at you.

As his straight white teeth sparkle in the light of the hallway, you can’t help but grin back at him. A few moments of silence pass before one of you gets the courage to say something else.

“So…do you work here?” he asks, gesturing to your outfit.

“Oh, uh, sorta. I’m part of Mr. Presley’s…” your eyes wander quickly around your environment, desperately searching for an excuse that doesn’t involve your chest and face being covered in Elvis' cum. You suddenly see someone pass carrying a case of makeup and your face brightens. “...makeup crew. I’m one of his makeup consultants.”

“You do his makeup?”

“Well, I just sort of check it to make sure it’s up to standard, you know. The eyeliner and such,” you pull out as much knowledge of makeup as you can possibly access in your brain as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit what you really do here, but you still feel too ashamed to fess up to it. You know there’s no way that this stranger is actually buying the idea that you’re a makeup artist for Elvis, considering what you’re wearing and the fact that your own makeup is probably smudged hideously from the crying and snotting all over.

“Cool. I’m one of the stagehands, so I carry some of the props onstage and help with the curtains and all that.”

“Oh, that’s super cool!” you say, folding your arms over your chest. “How did you get into that?”

“My mom was a singer back in the day, so I’ve always been around sets. How did you get into…what you do?”

“Oh, it’s just a job for money. There’s nothing that special about it, honestly.”

“Working that closely to Elvis Presley isn’t special?”

“He’s not as amazing as you’d think, actually,” you reply with a curt smile as you reflect on all the disappointments you’ve already experienced since becoming his sugar baby. “But it pays the bills.”

“I can understand that,” he says, staring down into your eyes.

You’ve been truthful with him, besides admitting what you do. Although you can’t explain why, you want this man to think highly of you. Elvis did say that you could date other people, so why shouldn’t you take a stab at this one. He’s handsome with curly brown locks, deep brown doe eyes, and a nicely shaped face. He’s very tall and decently built; you guess he has to be pretty strong to be able to toss set pieces around.

You abruptly stick your hand out for him to shake. His eyebrows raise but he takes your hand in his, giving it two solid pumps. You wiggle your fingers, assuming he’s going to release your hand but he holds onto it for a few seconds longer than you’re expecting. You smile sweetly as he releases your fingers slowly. You drag them across his palm and resist the urge to shudder with excitement.

It’s been upwards of five years since you last had a serious boyfriend, so the thought of maybe finding someone after all this time is extremely appealing. Not to mention that you’re desperate for some physical pleasure. With all of this teasing and leading-up to nothing, you’re starting to get fed up and very tired of the constant lack of tension relief.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“I’m-”

“Max!” someone shouts from a different spot in the backstage area. “Stop flirting and get your ass over here to help with the curtains!”

Your eyes shift toward a man yelling orders who you assume is in charge of the stagehands and the backstage activities. Max glances back at you with a shrug.

“Duty calls. Will I…see you here tomorrow?”

“Uh…no, probably not. I don’t think I work tomorrow and I have another job that I have to take care of on the side,” you lie, not too excited about the idea of coming down here more than necessary.

“Oh, damn. Well, what days do you work?”

“It’s sort of unpredictable, to be honest,” you can feel your palms growing sweaty with his constant questioning.

“Alright. Cryptic but alright,” he laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch his biceps flex. If you were wondering, your question has now been answered. He’s strong strong. “Guess I’ll just have to hang out around here every day until I see you again.”

“Oh…” you drop your gaze, embarrassed and flattered by his charming flirting. “Well in that case, maybe I can make an exception for you. Here.”

You snatch a pen from the table next to you and scribble the number to your hotel room on his palm.

“You can reach me here. If you ever want to hang out or need help or, well, whatever,” you offer.

“And what if I need something tonight? I can call you then?”

You chuckle and bite your lip at his goofy smile.

“You can call whenever. And I’ll decide if I want to pick up or not.”

“Max Carver!” the stage manager shouts and Max jumps.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Max. I’ll hope to see you again some time.”

“If I have anything to say about it, you will," he replies with a wink and a handsome grin.

You turn and start on your way out of the backstage area as you hear the stage manager shouting instructions to Max. You smile to yourself, just a little bit smitten with him.

As you pass the trash can on the way out, you click open your purse and pull the black lingerie out. You drop it into the can and get on your way back upstairs without giving the piece of clothing a second thought.

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[sporkberries]

I want to hear your foxhound headcanons

GHHHHHHH okay this is rough bc idek where to start bc so much stuff in my head is built on other things so ig ill lay out some of em:

- snavid canonically is recruited into foxhound after the gulf war so some time after 1991. fox calls him a rookie in mg1 so i like to think he joined in '94 or '95 so any pre outer heaven foxhound event he's like.... 22 or 23. this isnt really that important but timelines are important to me bc i have problems.

- big boss is the boss at foxhound, venom snake is at outer heaven the whole time. that being said bb does go to africa a lot and loves skipping out on foxhound work but hes not the one running outer heaven day to day. on a similar note i just want to say that imo sniper wolf's "saladin" is venom snake.

- BB is in charge of foxhound but he's notoriously awful to work with. he plays hooky a lot and isnt the most friendly especially to high ranking members of other military branches. unfortunately foxhound brings good results and bb is bb so nobody really calls him on it. tensions within foxhound as well as between government organizations are incredibly tense.

- foxhound is a relatively small operation in terms of numbers. its really the elite of the elite yk so its not massive. BB Campbell Fox and Miller are thus the major players in terms of internal politics, with the power going in about that order. fox is essentially bb's direct right hand and does everything he wants. miller is the opposite trying to ruin bb from the inside and campbell's stuck between a rock and a hard place, he'll always defer to and inevitably agree with bb but a part of him does know something is wrong and he lives with that guilt for the rest of his life.

- kaz is a trans woman about 90% of the time when i refer to anything foxhound related. in some niche corners of my head she isnt but the vast majority of the time shes some sort of transfem wether it be more nonbinary or just a binary trans woman.

- in my weird delusion snavid's relationship with miller parallels bb's and the bosses. snavid looks up to miller and values her a lot, accepting her word above most others with maybe only the big boss hero worship exception. miller initially only wants to manipulate snavid(who keep in mind is a foster kid who never really had any stable relationships or guiding figures in his life) but she does end up genuinely caring about him which makes her feel incredibly guilty that she's manipulating him into committing patricide. not that the guilt stops her tho lol.

- on a similar note miller can sometimes be incredibly callous or cruel to david but this is largely in moments where snavid sounds too much like bb and its an almost involuntary violent response.

- in mg2 it was said that campbell also attained the title of fox alongside grey fox, going by chicken fox. this is retconned in mgs1 but i keep it in my hc.

- ocelot is a member of foxhound but i think he sticks a lot on the dl. putting things into order for bb as well as dealing with the recent collapse of the soviet union which is why hes not mentioned much here(i dont remember if the soviet union had collapsed at the same time as irl bc mg1 and 2 were released in the 80's but its implied to be the same when the solid games release so???)

- fox and snake are friendly towards eachother but not necessarily close, its the outer heaven incident that really solidifies their warrior bond or whatever. they are aware of eachother before that though and fox does have a passing interest in david even sparring with him a few times. however its one of those situations where they just miss eachother. sometimes tho i like to make them close anyways or make them meet in the gulf war first bc ily snox.... this one changes a lot depending on if i wanna adhere to canon or be rlly self indulgent.

- in terms of fox hound internal politics bb is bb. fox listens to bb and tolerates campbell. fox and miller do not get a long at all. miller does not get along with bb. and campbell and miller are kinda friends but in a co worker way.

- i think bb finds it incredibly funny to irritate kaz and make his life worse. kaz not liking bb is foxhounds worst kept secret and even recruits can kinda tell that kaz doesnt like bb. kaz for the most part is capable of keeping up appearances but bb enjoys antagonizing kaz so she'll get upset and then be publicly humiliated or seen as hysterical. its just a really awful work environment and the fact there's still sexual tension makes it even worse. foxhound desperately needs an hr department.

- i have some vagueeeee ocs in my head who are in training with snavid but they arent super concrete and mostly exist as background characters anyways

- i feel like grey fox is the type of guy to take his co workers lunch out of the fridge and eat it even if there is a note

[voidwritesstuff]

Ive seen other people post their ISM ocs so why not add mine into the mix. Jerico Castro Aka The Blaze//The ember.

The weapon for this level is a Fire proof weighted blanket that Desmond uses to hug The Ember which is blaze's inner child

Set in a medieval/dream Core village with Woods, you would follow blaze around, evading the fireballs/Fire breath she throws at you (n trust me. They HURT). The player would need to follow the scorchmarks around and hug The Ember until she calms down and shows to the blaze that desmond is no danger towards them both.

The Blaze: represents my ocs impostor syndrome,anger issues and emotionally bad upbringing she had during their life, which had left her a raging Ball of anger and Fire.

The Ember: represents Jerico's acceptance of her issues and instead of keeping all her anger in, they let it go and move on with their life as a now uni student. Also represents her burnt out gifted kid side who is just so tired and could do with a good hard cry.

->Jerico Castro is genderfluid and Bisexual.

->The Flash and Rainbow seem to have an appreciation If not a crush on Blaze, and during the level you can see rainbow leaving flowers (sunflowers especially) for blaze to find, and you can even hear his lamenting when he realizes that giving a fireball a bunch of flammable flowers was not a good idea.

->this crush of rainbow is strictly reserved for rainbow himself. Desmond sees jerico as a patient ,having an almost mentor relationshipp because he doesnt want her to live what he lived as a fellow burnt out gifted kid.

->While chasing Blaze around youll see her walk to the edge of the forest to meet with Flash and hear them have a little chat, flash scoops her in his hands and since hes made of metal the Fire doesnt hurt him, his spotlight nuzzles the head of Blaze and he sets her back down to then dissapear back into the Woods.

->Her respective greek mythos is mainly a sphynx,though when angered she takes the attributes of an european dragon (wings,horns,tails And sharp teef)

->desmond would start in the cementery(seeing blaze bury her last psicologistp,then up to an art store, a record store where you see a small scene of Lucas and Jerico chatting over music and vinyls, then a mall (where you'd see her hang out with Sorrowful [@theallenshorefangirl oc] and the watcher) and finally end up in Blaze's house.

->Blaze was adopted by two family Friends of her Bio family, Raymond Castro and Eryz Bloom, which you see in her ending hugging her and leaving beautiful sunflowers instead of scorchmarks

->Shes an overworked animation uni student.

->her tape is between Lucas and the final boss, mainly because her arc mirrors Desmond's life when he was her age, its meant to represent desmond healing his past trauma by helping others who went through something similar as he did.

Tape: cw for mentions of someone dying of cancer,shitty family, anger issues and religion.

Desmond: so...what brings you here?

Jerico: anything and everything, ive had a rough life so far. Dont get me wrong! Ive had good and bad,but the bad is really bad (chuckles) but mainly? My last psicologist died of cancer...and I heard you were good so...here I am

Desmond: thats...awful im so sorry for your loss

Jerico: much appreciated, im and was raised catholic so...I Like to think shes up there in the clouds watching over me...but I felt like she was the only one that would stand up against my biological family, they were assholes you know? I could never be enough for them and i--(clenches fists, gets really tense)(sigh, body relaxes) sorry, sorry, I have anger issues and its hard sometimes

Desmond: dont worry, I know how that feels. I have to say that you seem to know yourself a lot

Jerico: wise beyond my years, I had time to look into myself even before I started therapy. I dread change but it comes naturally to my for some reason, im a whole can of worms, Mr.Wales

Desmond: desmond,please. And dont worry,im sure we'll find out just how deep the rabbithole goes, patience and Grace

Jerico: (playfull scoff) patience, people in my life have always told me I need more patience...(blinks a few times) I was thinking out loud,sorry. But I actually quite like that phrase, I think ill start to use it

Desmond: see? Progress already (polite chuckle)

Jerico: (laughs) I think we're going to get along just fine, Desmond.

[borathae]

chapter 15

Can’t you like it for me?” he says with big puppy eyes.

You look away.

“You’re being emotionally manipulative here.” shut up girl im loving u too much i cant

“You are playing with fire here, Bunny. Try not to burn yourself”, you grumble.

He chuckles and pecks your cheek.

“I like the burn”, he rasps against the shell of your ear, turning to the front afterwards.

SHUT UP IM CANT TAKE IT. try not to lose your shit challenge- mission failed successfully

He treated you so goddamn fucking well that sometimes you still felt the urge to punch him in the face and run away jk in the corner, i'll take that as a compliment

Lately the latter have become more and more. YAY

“Hey kiddo. How are you doing?” he says in a surprisingly deep voice for such a small frame. me with felix and taehyung

“for half a million bucks I expect to have the painter constantly working on it in a metal cage in the middle of my living room or something.” - ........ - a few bystanders had heard you and were now looking at you with weird eyes. SHUT UP THATS SOO ME except my voice would be low and nobody would hear but could be loud too cuz universe makes it louder at times when u dont want anyone to hear shit

although he was stressed and exhausted he never once smelled of alcohol. AHHHH IM SO PROUD OF HIM *gives a big ass hug and a smooch

WHY DOES NERO'S SHOULDERS LOOK FAMILIAR TO HER AND WHY DOES SHE LOOK FAMILIAR TO HIM AHHH STOP I HATE IT THIS CHAPTER IS A ROLLERCOASTER

again a fluffy moment after the tense thank you, her threatening to buy green and purple pillows PLZ that sounds like me trying to threaten my parents by telling them im gonna marry a cat crazy dude

“I’m not asking for it. I am very much anti punishment uwu i love this stupid noodle

He swallows heavily, “a-are we going to make out now?” he asks, grasping for your hips. he is such a cute and horny noodle pls and no u are about to cringe for the rest of your office time

FUCK GET YOURSELF A MAN WHO CAN FIGHT FOR YOU IMMEDIATELY

“don’t say that what the hell my cock twitched.”

“I am not going to apologize because I am way too turned on to care.”

He looks from side to side with the tip of his nose rosy.

“What’s with the sudden horniness oh my god?”

“It’s just that I never really saw you work before and it’s kinda doing things to me.” SAME HERE IM FEELING IM WATCHING SOME HOT CEO FROM KDRAMA BUT EVEN BETTER AAAAH

It makes his ass cheeks tense up and forces a quiet whimper from between his lips. SHUT UP SHUT UP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON FROM THIS MOVE ON WITH MY DAILY LIFE????? VANESSA HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE LAUGH LOVE IN THESE SITAUTIONS ??

I REPEAT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE LAUGH LOVE IN THESE SITUATIONS??? JIWOO SOUNDS SIERIOUS OH SHIT NOW SHE KNOWS AAAH

WHY IS SHE CONNECTING THE DOTS SOMETIMES CHARACTERS SHOULD BE DUMB PLEASEEEE also why is there a group of people surrounding kook??? 👀

the whole thing was soo tense i sweated through my shirt now im a stinky kid -_- BUT WE LOVED IT the emotions was captured soo well and he was supportive yet very unsupportive if your brain's going haywire with an anxiety/panic attack

Twirling him threw him straight into subspace. *insert meme i hope i dont fall, her: twirls him kook : oh no mommy

the mom is sweet AND I CANT STAND THE DAD UGHHH

i prayed for her to not go to the mirror AND SHE DID NOO its really the worst thing to do during a panic attack :(

that was soo scary even i felt the uncontrollable demons while reading and thanks it ended on a good note and it was cute.

anyways i wish her a great day next morning(tho the story has ended) cuz them muscles be hurting like a bitch oof

Me reading through all your reactions:

hahahahha I love how you went on an emotional rollercoaster with this chapter jfdjsf also you quoting so many parts is my weakness hehehe thank you so much for doing that

BROORORORO THE TWIRLING PART WAS THE ONE OF THE FIRST TIMES I WENT "oh fuck i have a mommy kink" LIKE IDK IF YOU GUYS KNOW BUT AAOL WAS MY MOMMY KINK AWAKENING FADSFAHH

[s1v0n1]

"Southern belle" Bakugo pt.1

an: hehehehe more characters, pls lmk who else youd want this to have!!

cw: cursing, guns (no one or nothing gets shot)

"Go 'n get lost lil shit," you shooed away a horse fly, though it cant understand you, the anger comes across. Barn chores were awful in your opinion, waking up to work until dawn in piles of hay and manure- not your style. But you also knew it had to be done, responsibilities are important. It was just barely 5:30 and you needed to be done with the cattle's feeding troughs by 6, good time this morning. You threw hay bales one by one out of the barn to the gate, then to the troughs, usually you'd load up the bed of your truck and make your rounds of the pastures but you really needed to save gas.

The last trough was filled just as the sun started shimmering on the frosted grass. Sitting on the pasture gate, you breathed for a bit. The cattle were taken care of for the day, part of her wanted to wait for it to warm up a little to go down to the creek and swim. Maybe.

You pushed your boots off by the door and walked into the warm kitchen, the smell of coffee greeting you sweetly. Oh the beauty of automatic coffee machines. You poured a cup, fixed it up how you like and sat down for a while.

It had gotten far warmer outside, and you had put on your bathing suit and a loose button up as a coverup, a towel over your arm. You had been going to the creek ever since you were little and its never changed. The path was simple, down the gravel road, past the gate and into the woods. You knew which trees to turn at and which rocks to follow, and to keep your eyes down for snakes.

Something shines in the leaves, probably a beer can, you go to knock the leaves off with a stick but its not a can. Its a shotgun shell, and its warm. It wasn't safe to be here if someone was shooting hunting or whatever. "HEY DONT SHOOT ME I AIN'T A DEER" you yelled out before moving. Just running could've sounded like an animal running and gotten you shot, just yell until you see them. "FUCKIN LOOK LIKE ONE, DUMB DOE EYES" they yelled back, above you. There was blonde hair poking out of a camo hunting post. You waved up, "JUST DONT SHOOT, ILL GET OUTTA YOUR WAY". They got out of their post and started climbing down, leaving their rifle up there. "Where's your fuckin clothes? this is a forest, snakes and bugs will eat you alive- god you're incompetent" "I've lived here my whole life and never seen you before, this is my land. You're trespassing." He tensed up a little at that, pulling down his camo collar. "My uncle said I could shoot over here, said his friend wouldn't mind if I used her post-" "Who told you that huh?" Your patience was growing thin at his bratty explanation. "John. John Whitney." He was standing his ground. You thought for a moment on what to do, pulling out your phone to call John yourself and explain the situation. "Get your shit down, you're leaving." You hung up the phone and told him straight. He clenched his jaw and spat out curses. He couldn't do anything to you, you had more power and he knew he was in the wrong, but he was still pissed as all hell. Coming back down the ladder, he watched you walk farther down the path. "The fuck you goin doe eyes?" He spat. "Were goin to the creek, John wants me lookin after you until he can come get ya. You really don't have a license?" You chuckled out. "Don't need it when you're famous in the city" "Oh, so you're famous? I never saw ya before" "That's why I'm here, John's an uncle on my dad's side, no one knows me here. paparazzi's fuckin awful I can't take it." he kicked a rock as he walked, he was being genuine. Maybe it was because he was so detached from his hero life right now, maybe it was because you didn't know him, maybe this was a clean slate for him. He liked that, a clean slate.

The water was glistening with sunlight and shade from the trees. You walked into the water, minnows swimming as far as the eye can see. He sat on a small cliff on the edge of the creek, staring at the small fishes. "you really don't know who I am?" he muttered. "I know I'm sick of you callin' me doe eyes and you've got some nerve" you snarked back. He laughed a little, "better lose that attitude doe eyes- just tell me your damn name if you hate doe eyes so much". "Y/n, tell me yours or else I'm just gonna call you jackass", you waded over to his side of the creek, putting your arms on the rock he sat on. "Bakugo. ring any bells?" He was curious now. "nah, I live under a damn rock. I don't care much for that big city drama, 'specially not heroes" You grinned at him, and to your surprise he grinned right on back. It was quiet for a little bit, a comfortable silence, both trying to analyze the other. He tried to memorize everything he saw of you, to recognize you anywhere. The tiniest twinge of fear pinched at him that he would never see you again after this. You felt the same thing, a little bit hoping he would come around again.

John's truck pulled out of the gate, waving at you, still apologizing. You watched them drive down the dirt road, dust billowing behind them as you walked the opposite way home. You need to see him again, you needed to get to know him. Something was pulling you in and you knew it was pulling him too. God he was magnetic.

[h-didanart]

Hmmm, sure! Let’s answer these

1- Bloodmoon definitely, both versions

2- Not really sure tbh, I don’t outright hate any characters. I guess Goliath since I know them the least?

3-ooooh favorite episodes… “Sun and Moon REACT to Their OPPOSITES FANART” since that’s the first one I watched, “Moon LEARNS Sun’s DARK SECRET in VRChat” because it’s amazing, “can Sun and Moon SURVIVE NATURAL DISASTERS?! In Minecraft” because it’s just so chaotic and funny

4- I was in the middle of writing something along the lines of ‘don’t have one’ when I remembered the existence of MechShark, which like, I love. Specifically the actually Cured and not evil Ruin with Solar version :3

5- oooooh, hmmm, last year 2023, I believe a few days before Bloodmoon got revived, I know for sure I was hooked by the time the Takeover started

6- Sun Star Power Arc. Sun Star Power Arc hands down. Sun trying to do something to keep Nem (New Moon) away from danger, trying to deal with the problem himself, because he can’t lose him again. Sun running himself to the ground training in secret, passing out for hours, lying to his brother’s face. And in turn Nem noticing something wrong with Sun, trying to ask about it. The Ruin Monty fiasco, the confrontation—

“How is this affecting you? Or anything for that matter? How is—“

“BECAUSE YOURE MY BROTHER… how would you having an awful mental state not affect me? How did me having an awful mental state not affect you? Your turn hypocrite”

—Sun confessing to having hallucinations, Nem trying to comfort him, Sun flinching back, Sun being made to take a break… Nem uncovering Sun’s lies. Their fight.

“Th-there’s a method to it”

“I DONT CARE IF THERES A METHOD I DONT WANNA LOSE MY BROTHER”

Jigsaw’s kidnapping of Sun.

“What Sun?”

“Moon I I-“

“Oh Sun stop speaking! Hello Moon~”

“… Sun. Where. Are you?”

“I-I don’t know”

“He’s in a place of security—“

“FREAKSHOW SHUT UP”

The tenseness between them. The therapy session. And then, Eclipse’s death, Sun using his power to push him in, Nem turning his back to Eclipse as he dies. And then the concern over Sun’s near destroyed state. What more could we want? It’s the perfect arc

7- least favorite… this one that just finished I think. It didn’t really grab my attention as much as the others, yeah I watched some episodes but generally avoided the story as much as possible.

8- I am! Lunar models, very specifically Second Version Bloodmoons, I have gotten accustomed enough to their general design to be able to tweak it just enough to differentiate between aus in a relatively short time (ex. the Retired twins having their jacket, Lone having a messed up eye and looking more like and Adaptation AI, Botany having a sun hat, Keeper looking more like an assassin, Amnesiac being generally softer and with less spikes, Rotting being fancy)

9- Monty. How do you even start there? Actually I think the Glamrocks in general, I’ve never even drawn them all

10- I am! This might surprise you all, but Moon. The narrative style I use for Moon— with dashes for the asides— And the first person style add ons! Are very fun to write. On top of that I think I just am good at unreliable narrators, and who’s more unreliable than the smarter-than-thou self deprecating-as-hell jerk? Don’t answer that

11- to absolutely no one’s surprise, it’s The Bloodmoon One. 4k+ hits, over 200 comments, almost 40k words by now, I cannot overstate how surprised I was at the sheer amounts of love this one has and is getting with all the topics and themes it covers, I fully expected to get a few hate comments about me being awful for writing the twins going through all that they go through or for traumatizing them too much or something. But now that we’re here, I must confess, this one is also my favorite. I got extremely attached to the twins, despite putting them through such an awful hell and making them sink deeper and deeper into the depths of depression, they are my dear boys and I’m going to make sure their story has a good conclusion no matter how many more months it takes. And no, it’s not actually called The Bloodmoon One publicly, just in my notes app, due to the nature of the story I just think it’d be better if I did not disclose the name is all

Anyways this was very fun!

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Who is your favourite TSAMS character/characters?

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