#and being a really wide shot doesn't help matters either

[trvthservm]

// age gap // dubious consent // kidnapping lowkey

toji who, has always made sure to leave no witnesses behind, changes his mind after setting his eyes on you. 

it was an easy job, he had to take out a sleazy executive and get paid. as usual. only this time, right after he had shot the man clean through his head, had he heard the softest whimper from the corner of the room. you were hiding under a desk, eyes wide with fear as toji approached you. his usual smirk plastered on his face. he couldn't help but notice how pretty you were, a pencil skirt that had ridden up with the way you had your knees pressed against your chest, showcasing your soft legs. your hair fell pretty against your face, your trembling form doing nothing but invite him closer. 

it wasn't his fault really, shiu didn't tell him that a vulnerable girl like you would be working overtime for your pervert boss. poor thing, couldn't stop being surrounded by perverts. toji didn't have to think twice though as he whisked you onto his shoulder, your world turning upside down as all you could see was his muscular back. neither did shiu question the assassin when he threw a young girl on the back of his car, cigarette smoking filling the vehicle as he rolled his eyes.

toji makes you fit right into his monotonous routine, ignoring your protests as he gives you half of the bed to share and splurges half of the cash from the hit to buy you pretty clothes. he doesn't think of it as a waste of money, especially not after he makes you model each of the lingerie he bought for you. 

he makes you wear the prettiest lace, and you comply with the way he cleans his gun as he watches you twirl for him. crotchless, garters, fancy knots — none of it matters when its in shreds after he is done with you.

you don't have it in you to fight either when he makes you suck him off every time he comes back home, his heavy balls kissing your chin as his dick makes its impression in your tight throat. his cum drips down your pretty lips as he laughs at the way he has you dumb and drooling.

you definitely stop complaining when he gives it to you good every night, your leg thrown over his shoulder while the other dangles off the bed as he promises to fuck a baby into you. his hips grinds into the sweltering heat of your cunt, groans escaping his lips. he knows you are enjoying yourself the way your legs wrap themselves around his waist, not letting him pull out even if he wanted to. 

you know this is not the lifestyle you would have chosen for yourself, but being the cutest little wife for toji doesn't seem like a bad way to spend the rest of your life.

[r0-boat]

That time of the month guys, You know what I must do...

Whb Kings on your Period

All Kings x AFAB! reader NSFW No sex just extremely suggestive... Blame three individuals

....Wait a minute... If Lilith makes the kids does that mean demon women don't have periods? Probably looking too much into it...

Edit: This is supposed to be a fun post, But at the end of this, I went down several rabbit holes... Please don't be like me don't think 😭

Cw: mentions of pussy eating (You probably know who it is already lol), no . Suggestive,(alluding to sex on. But never happens because demons are fucking weird)

Satan

You're different somehow every month, and he can't put his finger on it. But your short-tempered rage makes him giggle like a teenager and kick his feet. You have such a low tolerance, super BS, and he loves that. And he wants to know why he never smelled this off Solomon before, so it must be you that's different. When Satan asks you, you sigh and put your hands to your mouth before giving him a 20-minute explanation.

...Holy shit? You're what now??? He thought humans creating little people it was crazy now what you're telling him is that humans have the power to shed their skin from the inside and shit it out??? Can he see it?!

... The mental image, He had and the real thing was not what he expected are you okay Oh my God there's so much again. He never wants to see that much blood come out of you ever again. The way you made this man fear more than any angel by that explanation alone. The way you have this man scampering to a human store to get whatever you ask to help ease the pain even if it's just for a little.

When he tells you that demon women don't have periods He swore your rage was emanating off you and Leviathan could probably feel you're jealousy from all the way in Hades.

Hi I think Satan using a period cramp simulator would be very funny and very entertaining...

Bonus non-cannon:

Fem!Satan: Would have the worst periods known to woman. The streets of Gehanna are deserted because the moment something slightly inconveniences her a whole building is collapsing. I wouldn't blame her, her period cramps will hurt worse than Gabriel stabbing a sword through her uterus before punching her in the gut.

Mammon

He'll buy you literally everything. It doesn't matter if you use tampons pads or cups because he's already bought everything. He's either got it from Lucifer or you made an offhand comment about it and he did his own research. He's very proud that he's prepared for his master.

Like he'll already get you everything But when you're on your period you actually have a reason to accept all his things especially if it's junk food. This is awesome! You're letting him pamper you!!! He wishes you can have periods all the time!

(one explanation later) What the fuck? Never mind. Aren't you scared of running out of blood?

He wish he could grant you something that take the way the pain and discomfort easily but Tartaros never really had that problem so they don't really have any solutions. Instead he'll just stick to spoiling you with food.

Watching Mamon's eyes go wide when he sees how much a tampon soaks up water is pretty funny.

Bonus non-cannon:

Fem!Mammon: She hates it. She hates it so much that she spends the money and resources to immediately either go to the human world or recreate a Depo shot or an implant to get rid of it. And she regularly changes it when she has to.

Leviathan

He smelled blood and he thought you were going to get killed. He was literally ready to die protecting you. He was so angry that he got worked up over nothing at first until he saw how much pain you were in.

Beelzebub

Why does your body insist on doing something that harms itself Is it stupid or is your body hating you. If you insist on being useless then you can just lay in bed!

After the initial Levi snark is gone he comes back to check on you. He actually looks really worried and thinks you might die. Freaking out frantic calls tulucifer after initial back and forth Lucifer insists that what they're feeling is normal.

All of the novels will be looking after you He doesn't want you leaving the bed just in case you might trip and die or accidentally get yourself hurt. He genuinely thinks you might die.

He will silently open your door stare at you and see if you're doing all right and then close the door, Rinse and repeat until you either yell at him ask him what he's doing. He will either respond with arguing back.

Bonus non-canon:

Fem!Leviathan: when she's on her period you literally will never see her. She's so glad She connected her bathroom too her bedroom. It's because she sheds her scales she's not joking. She actually does shed her scales on her period Will she show you fuck no. The moment she starts bleeding you're never seeing her again until she stops.

Honestly he was zoning out through half of your explanation until you mention the actual 'bleeding' process. Then you just see him lean inward putting his chin on his hands. So you're telling him... There is a way to consume you without hurting you?

This fucker has to stay away from you 10 ft away. He is SOOOO on board with eating you out. Keep Guy 10 ft away from you He would be absolutely no help except for maybe eating junk food and bringing you snacks.

He will laugh at your horrid, disgusted face because he just loves your cute little reactions. He raises his hand during the lecture on human anatomy to the Kings, and you told him to put his hand back down because you're not answering any of his batshit questions because you know it's going to be the second worst thing you've ever heard.

Bonus non-cannon:

It's okay though he'll never remember you period though he will always know because he could smell it (insert that one meme) he'll deadass forget that humans can bleed like that and occasionally get scared to smell blood on you before remembering.

He's still this day wonders about us question "if He sucks it all out Would the period be over?"

Fem! Beel: she's lost so much of her cute underwear from being forgetful. I could definitely see her getting an implant or Depo so she doesn't have to remember, but she kind of already forgets her appointments, too.

Lucifer

Human menstrual cycle...He's not stupid He was part of the creation when God made humans to breed with one another. He not only sees it as a normal thing but something special that human women have that sets them apart from demons and angels.

He doesn't understand your disgust and hatred by something explicitly given to you and all human women by God.

He offers to change your mind as he gets on his knees and you start adamantly declining and screaming. Now he really is confused....

About half of the other devils are defending your case when Lucifer brings it up at the next meeting. Though it's so split down the middle they end up discussing that topic another time.

As an 'apology' he gives you a basket with a bouquet of white lilies, painkillers and some cut fruits with card telling you to not eat unhealthy foods since it tends to make the cramps worse. And he hopes you get better.

Bonus non-cannon:

Fem!Lucifer: human female menstrual cycle yeah don't they also molt their feathers? No that's just an angel thing?? So demons also don't molt their feathers molting feathers is just an angel thing??? Other she would be super chill on her cramps, she doesn't even care.

Belphegor

The most normal, You want somewhere to rest? Lucky for you his bed is the softest in all of hell he'll make sure to take good care of you and by taking care of you he means sleeping and cuddling with you while his subordinates do all the work.

Periods actually sound like a pain in the ass He hopes he never has one You're absolutely welcome too crash at his place He understands completely about how things might be more irritating when you're constantly in pain.

Belphegor Actually really likes You're listlessness as much as he likes hard work He doesn't mind when you succumb to his sin a little bit. Especially when you're looking so cute laying on top of him. His phone screen is a picture of you smooshed against his chest with a hand on your head.

Another excuse to binge anime that he doesn't want to watch alone is a win in his book. He'll let you watch some of your favorites as well. He's not picky.

Beleth is in heaven taking care of and pampering you and his majesty. He just wish he could have you to himself for 'private' time.... menstruation? Lol a little blood isn't going to scare him.

Bonus non-cannon:

Fem!Belphegor: Nope... The last time they had their first period was when they first woke up, never again... A thousand years of menstrual pain almost put her back to sleep. Ever since she'd been dying trying to get rid of this thing causing her pain as soon as she heard Lucifer can do implants and depots She was the first one who got it. If she ever gets off at again she'll experience the same exact piercing pain she felt.... but That sounds like a problem for her future self.

Asmodeus

He completely compliance but doesn't really understand He still doesn't. After having a wife who had to deal with periods. It's a complete natural thing for the human reproductive system. And oh boy you bet he knows all about that

"You know if you really don't like it I used to have a cure that can take it away for 9 months, Would you like one? Hahah just kidding dear!"

Asmodeus 🤝Lucifer🤝Beelzebub(I think you can fill in the blank)

In all seriousness he really doesn't understand why humans don't like something that's completely natural He understands devils because devils are just naive beings in general and only certain high level angels Who worked with God don't care...

Another Tally on the board that what Asmodeus has that human men lack. Apparently basic women anatomy knowledge.

As much as he would love to take care of you again since he hasn't done that since his last wife. He doesn't think the Kings fully trust him yet so presents it is. He can tell what phase in your cycle by just scent alone, and that's scary.

Bonus non-canon:

Fem!Asmodeus: She doesn't give a fuck You better be on top of her or else she's going to have a problem. She always feels so horny her period.She's horny all the time

"It's going to be a bloodbath >:)!"

"please stop saying that..."-MC

[ilikehimhessilly]

𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Yay! More headcanons! I’m writing different versions of this one for each of the horsemen, I’m just running pretty slow lately so instead of waiting to finish them all then post them all together, I’m going to post them individually as I finish each one. Got War’s version done first, so here it is. I’m also working on more one-shots too, which should hopefully be done soon. I’m just very tired right now. Anyways, hope you like these!

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Finding out-

★ You've never seen his eyes so wide before.

★ His initial reaction is fear. Fear for how pregnancy will treat you. Fear of something going wrong. Fear of not being good enough as a father for your child. Poor guy is rife with worry. 

★ You slide your hand into his, squeezing it reassuringly. You assure you him that thing's will be okay- that you'll figure this out. His silence worries you, and you briefly worry that he doesn't want this at all.

★ "I understand if… this isn't what you want. But even so, I'm keeping this-"

★ Before you can even finish your sentence he's taken a gentle grip of your shoulders, finally meeting your eyes with a newfound look of certainty and determination.

★ "No. You are my love. I will be here for you and protect you with everything I have, no matter what." He reassures you, glancing down at your still flat stomach.

★ "I will protect you both."

Pregnancy-

★ Say goodbye to freedom. 

★ Seriously, where you go he goes. Whether it's from your bedroom to the bathroom or from your house to the store, he's coming with you. You are especially vulnerable now, and he will not hesitate to point his Chaoseater at anyone who gets too close for his liking. 

★ If any old ladies or anyone else reaches out to touch your belly…well, good luck with trying to restrain him. 

★ "Think wisely before laying your hands on my kin." He'd warn sternly.

★ "War!! Put your sword down or so help me you will sleep on the couch!"

★ Not to say you don't appreciate his protection, though. You know how badly he needs to keep you both safe. 

★ Touches your bump so incredibly carefully. He feels the need to be completely free of all his armor and anything else sharp when he does so, not wanting to take a single risk of harming you. Which you really can't complain about. It's endearing and usually leads to naked cuddles.

★ He will carry you everywhere. Doesn't matter what stage you're at nor if you're actually tired or sore. Doesn't matter how heavy you get either. He'll just scoop you up with zero hesitation as soon as you sigh or place a hands on your back.

Birth- 

★ Great thing about having War at your side during childbirth is that you can squeeze his hand as hard as you like and not have to worry about even bruising the flesh.

★ Though your death grip of his hand may not effect him, your painful cries do. Whether you only let out a few gasps with each contraction or you're full on screaming, he cannot stand not being able to swing his sword and shield you away. This is a type of pain that he cannot prevent and he detests it.

★ Refers to you as 'mighty' and a 'strong soldier' as you push lol. You couldn't feel further from it but you appreciate that he's trying to keep up your morale.

★ He’s so in awe of the strength you display and how you persevere through all the pain until you finally get them out, he actually finds himself falling in love with you all over again.

★When it's finally all over and you've got your tiny, snowy-haired baby cradled to your chest, he'll encase you both in his arms and press the most delicate, reverent kiss to your hair. With the baby clutching onto just one of his fingers, he'll gaze down at them and then back to you.

★ "Thank you…"

Newborn stage-

★ So paranoid about everything. He hears the tiniest sound echo from the baby's crib in the middle of the night and he's immediately on his feet. 

★ Breathes such a heavy sigh of relief when everything is fine and they're just hungry or want to be held. 

★ Speaking of being held, he is so hesitant to hold the baby. Takes a lot of gentle encouragement until he’s comfortable with holding them for more than a few minutes and holding them without you there.

★ Once he’s comfortable though he carries the baby around all the time. Have you seen those videos of people laying their babies down on their arm, resting their head in their palm to help them stop crying? he carries them around like that all the time.

★ Doesn’t do baby talk, but he does talk to the baby. Mostly about battle strategy and the basics of slaughtering a demon.

Everything after-

★ After he gets the hang of thing's with baby number one, he's open to having more.

★ Generally very supportive of them no matter what they choose to do with their lives, as long as they’re safe and still see him regularly for training. No child of his will be left on their own without knowing how to defend themself.

★ If you do have more his favourite thing is to lift all of you into his arms and listen to you shriek with laughter. He falls backwards onto your shared bed, smiling the most you’ve ever seen from him as you all curl up together to hear a story about another beast he’s slain.

★ In addition to cuddling together, he sometimes changes into Chaos solely so that you can rest in-between his massive paws whilst the kids play with his tail.

[angelsndragons]

what's happening, veilguard peeps? so i'm seeing more 'rook destroyed the statues and set the gods loose' discourse again. hey, it happens super quick in game, we miss stuff, things happen. in the interest of fairness (and having all the info in one place), i'm going to post my screenshots from multiple prologue runs under the cut so that we can track what's going on with the ritual when, okay?

tl;dr: no matter which way you slice it, solas comes out of the situation looking reckless, at best. let's get into it.

okay, so this first shot is right after rook and co get to the ritual site, when varric is walking towards solas. (and yes, all of these are raw screenshots)

i want y'all to keep track of that globe shape, that's the ritual array that solas built up before rook and co arrive. that globe seems to be a representation of the veil itself.

i also want you to notice that solas has not started cutting yet. this is important. solas does not begin the most delicate part of these proceedings until after varric confronts him, as demonstrated here (screenshot number 1 here is from rook's regret prison memory of the moment but it does in one screenie what the prologue takes two or three to do and as tumblr has an image limit, i'm using it):

okay, so by this point, solas has started cutting but the hole isn't wide enough to be spotted from rook's angle yet.

solas stops cutting and destroys bianca

then immediately goes back to cutting (well, he starts with a stab but it's the same thing in the end)

above is a good shot at the cut he's already made.

so he's making a second one after destroying bianca and connects them together.

over at rook's new angle, we can see the cut and the still intact globe.

anywho, when the player regains control of rook, solas has stopped cutting again (for the moment) in favor of arguing with varric. you can zoom in on the models in photo mode and see that solas is facing varric while rook's eye line isn't blocked by the environment.

at some point while rook and their companion are trying their damnedest to not die from raw magic and crumbling architecture, we see that solas has gone back to cutting:

now, solas has no way of knowing that rook is scurrying about, though he honestly should expect it given he later says he tracked down rook's information when they joined up with varric (unless he's lying and he pulled that info from rook's mind after this incident but hey, no evidence in either direction, really, you make the call). the only person he can account for right now is varric, when varric is right now known for traveling with harding and rook. that's two missing people, minimum. varric alone stands before him, is notably pleading with him to stop as solas continues to go back and cut deeper into the globe.

okay, here come the blink and you'll miss 'em parts. the statue starts falling:

solas clocks it a second too late:

and is, well, not doing great when that statue knocks over its neighbor:

before we go further, i just want it noted that while things are moving fast, the globe is still intact. one focus has been down/off kilter for several seconds, another is being knocked down, and a third will soon join it, but the globe ritual remains intact thus far.

edgar's statue comes falling down:

solas stops what he's doing and catches it, globe still intact (it's the gold streak on the left):

rook's angle here isn't helpful in the slightest but i thought i would show it anyway:

solas throws and releases the statue (honestly, dude has decent aim, he almost takes out rook inadvertently):

and then what does solas do? he goes right back to cutting. this is probably the most important set of shots here. solas, either through recklessness, overconfidence, desperation, whatever, feels like he can (or has to) keep going:

again, once the statues are destroyed, solas keeps going. it sure doesn't look like he's trying to stop a metaphorical runaway train here.

and that's when varric intervenes:

so, okay, real quick, i wanna point out the light blue particle effect. this effect has been active since solas started that second cut however it notably vanished when he was catching the statues. that effect looks similar to the effect we see when ghilly dies. not exact but close. and we know that her death weakened the veil significantly and could have brought it down completely if rook hadn't removed the dagger from her body. solas is 100% working on the veil here.

below, i want to draw your attention to the upper right corner (this is the best angle rook gets on the globe here, since their focus is now on varric and solas):

the globe is still here.

and then solas stabs varric and we get these shots immediately after:

the globe is out of focus so it's hard to tell whether it is dissipating at this angle but again, it's still there a few minutes after rook knocks the statues over. also the particle effect has transferred to varric and has become bigger and wilder. also note how much bigger the hole is getting and how quickly.

now, rook, understandably, loses track of the globe and the ritual after this. thus, so do we the audience. our focus is on varric:

yeah, tell me that ain't a similar effect to ghilly dying, right down to the wind that's shoving rook back.

things move quickly again. what stops the effect is varric pulling the dagger out of his body but the devs were clever with their cuts so we don't get a clear shot of varric after rook's seen the dagger in him. instead, the game makes you the player to start losing track of what happened because they give us this:

globe's all but dissipated, the hole has grown enormous, and, oh yeah, there's ghilly stepping out.

rook gets tossed into the wall just to make triply sure you're paying attention to that and not the fact that varric just got stabbed and there's a bit of missing time.

anyway, that's the end of my powerpoint presentation. in conclusion, rook dislodging ghilly's statue and edgar's falling on solas does not appear to be the catalyst for the ritual going wild, though it certainly doesn't help the later situation when varric is stabbed. i do believe solas when he says he wanted to move the gods to another prison but make no mistake, he was cutting into the veil and bringing it down to do it. like a lot of solas' mistakes, he seems to have had opportunities to back off or stop but he didn't take them. the man seems to have rushed the cutting because he knows that varric might actually be able to talk him out of it. he didn't account for the other two people he knows varric travels with and all of it came together to bite him (and rook, and varric, and the world) in the ass.

[nocturnesmoon]

Bloodied Nutrition

Archaic Blood Masterlist: TF141 x Vampire!GN!Reader Callsign: Solis

-You learn about human's horrible eating habits, and you want to help-

Nutrition as a vampire is a simpler struggle in your eternally long life. It doesn't get simpler than needing the blood of creatures you find in your path. The closest thing you'd get to maintaining a supposed balanced diet, would be to drink a good amount of blood every two weeks so you didn't go mad.

It had been so incredibly long since you'd have to worry yourself on the matter of food. Most of the time you didn't even notice it in passing anymore, you knew that humans would eat at certain times a day now, but you'd never cared for what exactly.

At least that was until the group of four men you found yourself inconveniently attached to.

You had never expected to find yourself so observant of other beings’ behavioral pattern until now, well unless they were a target for you to hunt. You'd very quickly found out in your observations that humans are quite horrible with the things they put in their body.

You try to make sense of it but come up short, they have so much technology now compared to when you were a meek child, why wouldn't they take advantage and eat healthy?

It wasn't that the 141 were too bad in their eating patterns, but it is not a one-time occurrence that you would find them chugging the nearest nutritional meal because they forgot to eat due to rough workdays, and only noticed once their stomach screamed at them.

After witnessing such a thing a few times from each of them, you feel an instinctual kick in your brain. A drive to make sure that they are well taken care of, you're older than them by a long shot, arguably wiser by experience, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Well, turns out that since you were a kid, things have changed a lot in all worlds, culinary too.

You couldn't remember the last time you made a meal for the taste or to satiate hunger, and it had been well over a few hundred years since you'd touched anything cooking related. You had never needed to so why would you.

It was a weird world to set yourself back into, a lot of the tools were foreign to you, the techniques you found on the internet made no sense to you.

It's how you found yourself in this predicament, trying to cook pasta for them, or for someone at least.

It wasn't going exactly how you planned it, you aren't sure how you managed it but the pot is smoking and the pasta is burnt. You tried everything you could think of, and now you're resorting to staring it down and hoping to intimidate it into working….

That's not really working either.

You were starting to get sick of the smell that was in the kitchen, your nose wrinkled for what felt like the hundred time as you did your best to withstand it. You had really wanted to do this for them, to show some sort of affection or appreciation, and maybe you could get them to eat better. They were soldiers, they needed their strength.

"Solis!" the sound of his voice almost made you squeal in surprise, "What in the bloody hell are you doing?!"

Price quickly moved over to you, moving you to take a few steps back while he took the burnt food off the heat. His panicked expression said it all, and you couldn't help but feel a little anxious that you had done something horribly wrong.

The sound of Gaz's laughing made you turn your head, his grin wide as he rushed past you to open the window and let in some fresh air. You quickly moved out of view of the window, despite being later evening the sun was still going strong.

You hated summers with a passion, there was even less you could enjoy in comfort, the nights were so much shorter, and the heat was not merciful on your sensitive skin.

"Wait were you trying to cook?" Gaz asked, clearly intrigued by your pot of nightmares that Price had pushed into the sink.

You grimaced, taking another step back only to be met with a warm flat surface. The amount of times in your life you had been sneaked up on by humans were few and far between. Except when it came to Ghost, the number of times he's almost made you scream out in surprise was too many.

"Oh my god what are you all doing in here!" you yell out, whipping your body around to look into Ghost's inquiring eyes. He gave you a pat on the back, having gotten used to scaring you far quicker than you had to getting scared, and walked over to sit by the small table.

"Just finished up a meeting," Price answers you, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest.

You sigh and walk over to him, standing on his right and mimicking him out of habit, having to follow him around most missions it tended to carry over so you wouldn't get in trouble for whatever dumb reason.

You look towards Gaz who is taking way more interest in the burnt pasta than needed. While you appreciated his curiosity in most areas, you'd prefer it if it wasn't in your failures. "You know you could've just told us if you needed…pasta…" he says and looks towards you, clearly suppressing another chuckle.

"Well, it wasn't for me…" you mumble, you would've begun to explain if you attention wasn't diverted by a frantic Soap joining in on the small ensemble that's apparently now happening in this kitchen.

He completely brushed past all of your questions to go almost rip the fridge door off, and search for something to eat. "Oh lord finally," he grumbles as he rips the plastic off a granola bar and almost eats it in one bite.

"Not gonna savor it?" Gaz comments, clearly enjoying the chaos this evening.

"Oh, don't tell me that's the only thing you've eaten today," you ask him annoyed, hoping that this wasn't another situation of you catching him in that. It hadn't happened a lot, but a few times were still too many in your humble opinion.

His movements turn suspiciously slow, a guilty person caught in the act. He closes the fridge and slowly turns to look at you, chewing the granola bar done before speaking.

"Solis….listen���"

"Oh, for fucks-"

"No no, hey!" he exclaims, stopping your assumptions before they run wild, "Look I ate a big breakfast, and then I meant to eat lunch, but the mountain of paperwork and meetings kept me busy, it’s not my fault."

"What kind of person nearly works themselves to collapse, then eats a granola bar and calls it a day!" you push yourself away from the counter, getting closer to Soap in an attempt of enunciating your seriousness.

"Says the person who eats a rat and calls it a meal," he retorts defensively, making his way to the cabinets to get himself a glass.

The gasp you let out in response has everyone turning heads, and yours turned to ghost. "Ghost i told you that in confidence!" you hiss out with a pointed finger towards him.

"I didn't say shit."

Soap turns back towards you after he gets his glass of water, a grin on his lips at seeing your pouted expression. "I've seen ye chase the rats on base like a madman during the night," he takes a sip of his water, almost speaking down into it because of his own eagerness.

"Well…they…are just fun to chase okay…"

"Aye, rat exterminator," Soap says with a chuckle, almost choking on the water he was trying to down.

"You're like a cat you know that" Gaz comments in again, crossing his arms over his chest and mimicking his captain’s stoic stance that hasn't changed in an almost eerily long time.

"I am not!"

Price clears his throat, and you almost forget about the whole debacle when you see his smile, you've told him before how it's your weakness and he definitely uses it to his advantage. "Well i for one appreciate your cat like behavior, our rat problem has never been lower than since you arrived," he mentioned teasingly.

You groaned in response, rubbing your hands over your face and trying to contain your own embarrassment, the last thing you needed was to be known as the vampire who chases rats. Well, the more likely scenario would be that you would be known as a human who chases rats….which is arguably worse.

"God, would you all just eat better! Fucking hell." you huff out leaving the matter be and taking a seat next to Ghost.

It doesn’t take long for them clear out of the kitchen once again, with all 5 of you in there it gets stuffy rather fast for the small kitchen. Most of them only came in there for a small objective either way, and once they were sure you weren't gonna try to continue cooking your burnt pasta, they left you be.

Everyone except Gaz.

"Would you actually like to learn how to cook?" he asks curiously, looking at you with a tilted head. He had waited till the others left, leaving enough space for you and to do said cooking should you agree.

You contemplated it for a few moments, considering the options of it all. If Gaz had offered then he had time to teach you, and it could be useful. You doubted the others would mind if you cooked them something every now and then, and then you didn't have to complain about them forgetting to eat.

"Yeah okay…that'd be nice."

His brown eyes glints in excitement at the prospect of being able to teach you. "Good…I was about to get something cooking out here anyway, it would be a good opportunity," he says cheerily and starts rummaging around, getting the different tools and ingredients he needed while you watched him intently.

"Oh, wait is that what you do out here all the time?" you ask curiously and walk closer to him, seeing him bring out the ingredients for something that could turn into a pretty good soup.

"Yeah?" he asked back a little confused, "What did you think I was doing?" He places down a cutting board along with some red pepper and instructing you to cut it.

You looked at it a little skeptically, you were skilled with knives in your own opinion, but it wasn't often you were cutting up bell pepper. "I don't know…I kind of just thought you liked the kitchen," you mention, feeling heat rise in your cheeks at your own stupidity.

The hearty laughs he lets out warms both your face and your heart, even if it was at your expense, you were glad, he could enjoy himself in it. "Are you sure you were human once?" he asked teasingly, nudging your side before moving past you and getting a new pot out.

"Hey! it was a very different time back then," you say with a huff, wincing as you almost cut down into your finger, "I haven't had to pay attention to humans like that for a long time you know."

"Yeah, I bet" he chuckles, looking at you with a grin that brought out your own. You couldn't help but laugh at yourself too, it was all a bit ridiculous when you thought about it, but you did feel lucky to have someone like Gaz to help you along your way.

"C'mon, I’ll show you how to actually operate a stove."

I am actually very horrible at cooking and also very horrible at eating good, so this might be a little self projecting, but it's okay because aren't we all?

Right?

Right?!

Ahem anyways.

[jhoneybees]

Could you write some this with 50’s Elvis? The reader is Scotty’s cousin from Europe and comes to visit family. The reader doesn’t open up to anybody easily because people always treat her unkindly. Scotty takes the reader to recording sessions where she gets to know Elvis.

Hi! This request was a bit of a challenging one and I'm so sorry that you had to wait so long! I've changed a few things around so I hope you don't mind that. My mind has been so slow at writing these days, it's annoyinggg😭

Unexpected.

Characters: 50s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: loneliness, travelling abroad??

Taglist: @elvisalltheway101 @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a

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Stepping foot out of the taxi and shyly thanking the driver for helping you unpack your suitcases out of the back, you stand in front of a wooden weathered house. Taking in a deep breath, smiling when the front door swings open.

You’ve just arrived in America this morning and the reason why you’re here is because in Switzerland where your parents live and where you go to school, the kids don’t treat you nicely. You've tried making friends over there but no matter what you do, if it's either acting like you're someone else or being someone's personal assistant, they always treat you so unkindly.

You’ve heard of that common phrase “not everyone is going to like you” and you’re not sure if it’s true because it seems to you that everyone at your school doesn't like you at all, including the nerds and other people might think it’s nonsense but even your parents think it’s strange how no one likes you.

It’s been making you really sad and miserable.

So after a bit of a conversation, your parents decided to send you to stay at your cousin’s house in Memphis. To test their theory of you being treated better in America than in Switzerland.

“Oh Y/n! It’s so lovely ta see ya” you smile sheepishly as your cousin’s wife runs down the porch and wraps you in a warm hug “So glad you’re here!” she chimes.

After you shyly nod and giggle, she ushers you inside the house with a hand on the small of your back and calls out to Scotty “Honey! Guess who’s here?” before giving you another friendly smile and politely taking your suitcases to your room.

“Hey! Bookie!” turning your head around to see your cousin standing in the archway leading into the living room with his arms out and a wide smile on his face, you smile again and laugh softly when he envelops you in an even warmer hug.

After a couple of weeks of your stay in Memphis, your happiness has shot through the roof. You do so many fun things and before when you were in Switzerland, you often dreaded what the day would bring but now everytime you wake up, you’re craving for something new, especially today. You don’t know what it is about today but you feel like something you won’t expect will happen.

“Bookie, how bout you come ‘long with me to Sun records?” Scotty asks whilst grabbing his electric guitar from the corner of the living room and bending over to pick up his cable and amp.

“Sure, why not?”

Taking a peek inside, you shyly make your way into the recording studio as Scotty holds the door open, guiding you towards another door that takes you into a padded room, he introduces you to the small group of people in front of you which not even a minute they all happily greet you with hellos and handshakes.

“The name’s Billy”

“Oh hello sweetie, my name is Marion”

“Sam, nice ta meet ya”

Then as you shake hands with who you think is the owner of the studio, you turn your head to a boy who looks to be around your age. Your heart skips a beat at what you see.

“Hi, m-my name’s Elvis”

Boyish, dirty, blond, styled hair.

Lightly tanned, pimply skin.

Small crooked shy grin.

Pretty blue eyes…

This is the thing you were not expecting to happen today…

…

You’ve just met the boy of your dreams.

“...Hi”

[dewdr0pz-alt]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Queen Angel Dust. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as angst or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊

summary: Val convinced you to sign the deal. & Angel Dust is terrified.

warnings: swearing, angst, Valentino is his own warning, mentions of SA, alcohol & drug consumption, mentions of a breakup, mentions of abuse, brief mention of suicide, gn!reader (except for the use of the nickname "princesa" & being called "gorgeous"), arguing

a/n: i saw this ask & immediately wanted to make this into a series!

tags: (as always, just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on the taglist!) @o-kye @lil-stormcloud @zuuriell @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx @vibestillax @zoexia @ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective @blu3-lemonad3 @myheartticks @joviepog @mochamuff1n @unbeleevable @danvstheworld

"C'mon, toots, just come to my drag show! You've been cooped up in ya room all day." Angel Dust pleaded, pacing back & forth in your room.

You were a newer resident of the Hazbin Hotel, mainly staying there to be with your friend Angel Dust. Redemption, however, was just an afterthought to you. Heaven didn't seem like that much fun. You were still supportive of Charlie's dream & helped in any way you could.

"What if he's there, Angel? What if he tries to hurt me again?" you sighed, burying yourself further in your pile of blankets.

"You really think I'm gonna let that dickhead fuck with ya?" Angel Dust raised a brow. "If we see him, we'll leave. How's that sound, suga?"

After a few moments of thinking, you slowly sat up in your bed. "Fine. Only because it's your show & I want to be supportive." Angel Dust smiled wide & gave you a hug while muttering a few "thank you"s.

"Go get ready, toots. I'll see ya downstairs."

"You're completely sure he won't be here?" you asked nervously.

"Dollface, even if that dickhead was here, you're too hot for him to approach," Angel chuckled. He opened the door for the club & let you walk in first, & your senses were immediately overloaded with the sight.

Bright neon lights flashed vibrant colors to the rhythm of the music, & the air reeked of drugs, horniness, demon sweat, & booze. You could hardly see anybody no more than ten feet ahead of you due to all of the dancing sinners in your way, all of which were either bouncing around to the music or heavily making out, tongue & all, their mixed drool dripping onto their chins & sometimes the floor.

You turned around to look for Angel, but somebody looking for a good time (or just a cure for boredom) dragged him away, leaving you all alone. Not knowing what else to do, you started looking for the bar. You had to push multiple sinners on your way (which resulted in heaping amounts of "Fuck you!"s & "Go kill yourself!"s in response), & when you finally got there, the seats were sticky in a mixture of mystery substances (that you had no interest in figuring out) & the bartender looked like she was one spilled drink away from ending it all.

"What can I get for you?" her monotonous voice distracted you from the scene of the bar.

"They'll be getting your best martini, on me," a mystery voice said behind you as a hand slithered up your back & landed on your shoulder. When you turned on, you were greeted by the sight of a fashionable moth man with a cigarette in his fingers, the pink smoke wrapping around you like a fuchsia vine.

"You're gorgeous!" the moth man exclaimed. "Do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck?"

You stayed silent & raised a confused eyebrow.

"Eh, you look like you can," the moth man shrugged. "The name's Valentino, princesa. Want me to make you more money than your pretty head could ever comprehend? It'll make you & me beyond rich. Sinners eat up demons like you, believe me."

You couldn't get another word out before a contract & pen appeared out of thin air. Valentino quickly talked about where you needed to sign, but you were spaced out. Somebody wanted you to work for them? Somebody wanted you? With a giddy smile on your face at the idea, you signed your name on the contract. You had just finished signing before you were covered by a tall spider. Angel Dust.

"What are you doing, Val?" Angel Dust asked angrily.

"Angel, baby, this princesa is your friend?" Val smiled. "Relax, Angel, I'm just making sure their looks are put to good use." Val was then brought somewhere else by two female sinners who looked like they were in desperate need of sex.

Angel whipped around & gripped your shoulders. "Please tell me you didn't sign those forms, toots, please."

You smiled sheepishly. "I-I kind of wanted a job-"

"Are you fuckin' crazy?!" Angel exclaimed furiously, shaking you a little. "Are you braindead?! Why the fuck would you sign that contract?! He owns your soul now! I've told you how much I hate that bald bitch!"

"That's who you work for?" you raised a brow. "I-I'm sorry, Angel, I didn't know that was-"

"Save your apologies," Angel huffed. "We're going back to the hotel." He grabbed your arm & dragged you out of the bar.

"Hope you like being exploited."

[fragilefirstchance]

It's Either Tourist Traps or Drugs

Gen, family-centric, rated T or M depending on installment

Do you like longfics? Gen fics? Reflective, OC-centric examinations of family dynamics? Maybe you'd like my fic!

Look at this fanart!!!! by Tardibabe and by ranchsoda92

Hi! I am not generally speaking active on Tumblr, but I just completed Part 5 6 of a fanfiction that is almost 150k words and which shows no signs of slowing down soon. I figured I'd show it to class. :)

Fragile First Chance and its follow-ups is a story about a nineteen-year-old boy whose legal name is Joss William [redacted] Pines but if you call him anything except Will you might end up in a fistfight. It's also a story about how the Pineses are basically good people with a lot of baggage.

Major themes are tagged and optional content warnings for individual chapters are included in drop-down tabs in the notes. For the most part, heavier themes are not gratuitous.

Below the cut you'll find a rough outline of each section. If you don't want spoilers, though, just head on over.

This story was well under way before The Book of Bill came out. It isn't perfectly TBoB compliant, but the themes and plot aren't really something that makes that an issue.

Part 1: Fragile First Chance

Dipper and Mabel Pines were sent to Gravity Falls at the beginning of summer for, from their perspective, no reason. In reality, it was because they were being sheltered from some very old family drama.

Will is May's son from her first marriage and Fil's son by adoption. He's nineteen years old, just getting out of his second incarceration, and a recovering addict. They planned to put him up for a few months, and after that Fil's weird black-sheep uncle agreed to give him a shot in Oregon.

Ford, of course, knew nothing about this. He's not happy about it.

Part 2: Learning to Breathe

Will and Ford are slowly acclimating to each other like two feral cats. They don't really have anything in common except insomnia and a mutual desperate quest not to get in too many fights.

Will doesn't like Gravity Falls. It's lonely, there's nothing to do, and it's full of weird bullshit he doesn't want to deal with. He's coping, though - Soos is pretty cool, the local teens are entertaining, and he ends up getting a long really well with the local bait shop guy and his dad.

Part 3: When Family Matters

Will has started to figure out how Ford works and make an effort to be nice to him. He also tentatively almost likes the guy. (cue Stan audibly sighing in relief off-screen.)

Also: Dipper and Mabel have figured out that their long-lost brother has reappeared, and there are certain family traditions about how you deal with long-lost brothers.

Part 4: Lancing the Wound

Ford and Will are both under a phenomenal amount of stress for a wide variety of reasons. By this point in the story, words like "panic attack" and "therapy" are coming up more often. They have more in common than they ever realized, although for two people with severe abuse-related PTSD, that's not necessarily a good thing.

The McGuckets are around to help. The Twins are too, although whether that's a good thing is open to debate.

Part 5: Nature versus Nurture

In the wake of Part 4, Stanford Pines is coming to realize that his mental health is a much more serious problem than he had previously realized. He struggles to come to terms with this and decide what to do next. This segment of the story is primarily about self-reflection and realizing that you need to change. We also get some serious discussions about the mental health industry (and how it tied into the gay scene in the 70s) by people who are personally invested in it.

Part 6: Definition of a Real Pines

This story arc just started and concerns Ford navigating his life as he tries to re-integrate with his family and society while working through a very difficult mental health situation.

We'll get to meet more of the Pines family. Shermie lives in Florida with his sister-in-law. (Note for those curious about the timeline incongruities: Shermie's age is- wait, look over there! *smokebomb, jumps out the window*)

Part 7: Consequences of Inaction

Will has pretty much adjusted to his new life, and the family as a whole had stabilized. However, there were some things left to rot outside the family while everyone was getting their feet under them.

This arc deals with Tate McGucket, straight-faced stoic extraordinaire, who may not be doing as great as he pretends he is.

Bonus: Erastus Kankerson's Toxic Ex

This is a stand-alone one-shot about Erastus Kankerson, an old friend of Fiddleford McGucket who dated him for a while after the divorce.

[pjsk-writin]

Could I get WxS (individually or polysho, I'm okay with either) x a reader with really bad sensory issues? Like, not being able to handle loud or sudden noises or sudden touches.

(Nooo I'm not projecting what are you talking abouttt?)

omg ur so real for that, i went w individual bc i hever get to write emu and nene alone(/lh) but hope u like this !! <3

♡ SENSORY ISSUES - Tsukasa Tenma, Rui Kamishiro, Emu Otori and Nene Kusanagi x Reader

Tsukasa:

As we all know, Tsukasa is a very, very loud person. As a result, he might not be the best person to be around with your sensory issues

Having said this though, he's very considerate when you tell him about them or he finds out! He makes an effort to be quieter, even if that is very hard for him

He makes sure to keep you out of Phoenix Wonderland, and instead does private performances just for you! He may or may not try to play every single role

He also warns you before he hugs you, even if he very much wants to tackle you every time he sees you, he'll just hold his arms out with a wide grin

Rui:

While Rui isn't necessarily a loud person, he does thrive off of being around noise. He does like the quiet every now and then though, which is helpful for you!

If his workshop doesn't have all of his drones running, then he invites you to be with him inside, making sure to warn you if any loud noises will occur

He does keep you out of Phoenix Wonderland, although there's a high possibility that he sneaks you in late at night when no one else is there! He knows all the secret entrances

He loves to sneak up on people, but he is very careful when it comes to you, always asking you before he touches you no matter what

Emu:

Emu is also a very loud person, usually without even realizing it. She just wants to spread so much joy, but she can definitely tune it down for you!

The one thing that's hard for her to quiet is her Wonderhoys because she wants them to spread joy, but otherwise, she likes to talk to you in a fun whisper!

She's also the other person who would sneak you into Phoenix Wonderland at night, showing you all of the louder attractions when they're a lot quieter

She is naturally a very physically affectionate person with the people she cares about, so she tends to physically restrain herself from literally jumping on you

Nene:

Nene is definitely the quietest Wonderlander by a long shot who also doesn't enjoy loud noises, which definitely helps your sensory issues a lot!

She will literally shield you from her troupemates sometimes, quietly telling all of them off until they all learn to just be quieter around you

She does wish from time to time she could take you to Phoenix Wonderland, but she also gets overwhelmed by the noise herself. She'll definitely perform with Robo-Nene just for you!

She's also the kind of person who doesn't like being suddenly touched, so both of you come up with signals to show the other whether you want to be touched or not!

[imzsuzsis-blog]

"Famous... Of course... Location... It's not bad there."

I distributed autogarms to the fans and enjoyed them as much as they did. So I'm a little calmer at sixteen weeks pregnant, I'll be seventeen tomorrow, if I've been able to keep the driving from bothering me, they won't now either.

"MR Norris we should talk."

"About the loose clothes? if it comes to that, these are the ones that come in these days."

I smiled and continued on my scooter.

,,No."

One of the leaders pulled me aside, I recognized him, I used to talk to him on race weekends.

"Take off your top."

"Why am I so sexy?"

I asked him with a sexy laugh and raised my eyebrows just like that.

"No, you put on a few kilos and that's not allowed... I just want to measure your weight."

"I'm not going to take it down anyway, leave it alone!!!!"

I ran away from there with tears in my eyes, many times they found me saying that I'm not fit, I'm muscular or I've just gained weight, who cares, they have nothing to do with it.

,,Come back!"

"No, leave him alone!!!!! Well, I've finally put on a few kilos and I'm feeling good like this?! Huh?”

,,Obligatory."

,,Absolutely not!!!! You found the wrong person!!!!”

I stood in front of one of the motorhomes with my palms spread wide open and sobbed with this shit for half an hour or so.

"Lando, Lando!!!"

The paparazzi were screaming, I couldn't bear to listen, especially since it was about one of my competitors, I also heard the original situation, it was stupid, in my heart, I would have shot the guy on the spot.

"Lando, come on, fucking whore, the Paparazzi want you again, and they want to eat you alive."

I jerked away from him when he noticed them, he closed his eyes and screamed in an unintelligible voice and covered his ears.

"Charles!!!"

He screamed my name and opened him beautiful eyes.

"Is it over?"

"I don't know, this is Monaco and we're full of celebrities and more will come tomorrow..."

He closed his eyes again and started screaming again, terrified of the paparazzi.

"Loki, help..."

"What... Lando?"

He waved to him but he was still terrified, we can't do anything with him.

"Come open those beautiful eyes of yours, my beauty."

"No, they won't go away!!!"

I caressed his face but he didn't calm down, he became even more grumpy.

"Take it easy, little ones will leave."

,,When?!!!!!!"

He became more and more hysterical since yesterday, since we were caught kissing again.

"I know it sucks to be on the front page of the newspapers, but we can't do anything now, they caught us."

"Fuck, I know, and that's not the fucking point, but the fact that I'm pregnant. If it turns out, I'll be on the front page of even more newspapers, I don't want that, understand."

He went more and more into hysterical sobbing because yesterday those flashbacks really clicked on our sorrow, the questions also came in Lando's pregnancy category, we are still denying it as long as possible, then we will bring this to the public where possible, for the time being we are treating it as a private matter.

"It doesn't work Loki, I have to tell the public that I'm pregnant, but I don't know how, can you help me?"

"Yes, very welcome."

Now we had a quiet minute, I held him little growing belly together, I looked him right into him eyes by the nape of him neck, he smiled at me and finally we shared a faint kiss.

,,They're so cute."

I got my cell phone in advance and I took a picture of them in a stick, and instead of putting it on Instasorty, they came to my message. Also the answers to the questions, Lando is pregnant. I knocked him down against my will.

"Fuck it, I fucked it up."

I ran and accidentally dropped my mobile right in front of Charles.

"Eternal bet, my brother, what would you do?"

"I posted something by accident..."

"What are these on your Insta messages, oh my God, Lando is pregnant, who is pregnant, how long has he been pregnant... Answer me, brother."

"Good, but Lando is gay like that, but since when?"

"You abnormal Australian animal!!!"

Lando came behind me, I turned around I shouldn't have and he slapped me.

"What the hell did you put this on the internet for?"

"By accident, I meant it in my story, not here."

"You are a very Koala, many people see it there too."

I slapped him again, but this time so hard that a wound appeared on his mouth.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional, I'm not like that, you fucking know me, I wouldn't post something like that anywhere."

"Oscar, this isn't your first time like this. When you came here, you posted that I was kissing another boy in the park of the paddock, and even then you wrote how cute it was."

Shaking my head, I tried to put my hand on my hip, but there was nowhere to go, so I just stood there facing him, not too happy about the matter.

"Or when you were still in Formula 2, I miscarried and secretly sobbed for several days and even weeks. You shouldn't have exposed it, you should learn to handle the mass media, Oscar."

,,Where is?"

He's fighting over there and he'll come."

I smiled at that I knew, then I saw what happened the whole social media freeze from Oscar again.

"Fuck the spit again."

,,What do you mean?"

"When he did it once, the whole X and Insta froze, which you can imagine, then because he said his teammate was gay, and now because Lando is pregnant."

I showed it to him, but I knew that he must be following him somewhere and knows that he posted this and that he shouldn't have.

"I'm too damn involved in this, just like you think the little one is from me."

"Screw it, I know, he said it was some kind of Ollie, but I wasn't too excited about a popular name."

"Fuck Oscar where he is!!!"

He became an angry scorpion in a moment when he came back and chewed his fist, he does it when he's nervous and now it's because Oscar pulled his brain up, but really.

"Baby, would you like a kiss of peace?"

"I'm not nervous, come on."

"Good, okay, not even a kiss of peace..."

"What?"

“Shall we… Comforter?”

"Yes, it's comforting."

[skullsfigurepage]

Trafalgar Law - Banpresto Maximatic Figure

Note: I won this figure in a claw machine and it fueled my ego so much before I kept losing at every other claw machine I played. Stay humble.

Review and more photos under the cut :-p

If you follow my main account (@skullc0r3) you might know that Law is one of my favorite one piece characters so walking into an arcade and seeing Several boxes of this figure stacked in a claw machine felt like crazy luck even before I won. I'm so used to all the merchandise for things I'm into being rare or super expensive (persona 5 scalpers I hate you more than I can say) so getting into OP has been interesting because of the sheer volume of merchandise for it that's below $50.

Onto the figure!

For starters this is the first time I have ever seen a figure with such an obvious front and back to the sculpture. In this case it's because the back has significantly less painted details. In the last photo above you can see on his leg closest to the camera the back of his pants and the front have different shadow qualities. This isn't because my lamp was strong enough to cast such harsh shadows, its because the front of his pants (and the front of the rest of the figure) has painted on shading while the back does not. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, most people wouldn't notice or care since they were only ever going to display it from the front, but the box did hype up all the detailed painting that would be on the figure. In their defense though, I understand why this would be necessary from a production standpoint. My biggest gripe with this (still fairly small) is that on his back hand, Law doesn't have his signature (stupid) knuckle tattoos.

Here's his forward hand. The tattoos are all printed on and thank god for that because I can't imagine how miserable it would have been to force someone to hand paint them.

And then here's his back hand. I wonder if the issue was a matter of the tattoos being harder to place in this position, or at least to do it efficiently enough that it would be worth it. Again, not something that impacts the actual quality of the figure but I find it a fascinating insight into the production.

That being said the paint job on the front is super neat, it really does add so much depth to the figure (especially on the yellow and blue parts of the figure; it makes it look less like cheap plastic, lol) and I really enjoy it.

Next, the scale of this figure. I didn't realize when I won it, but this thing is huge. I can hold him like a small carp (and I have). He's huge. I'm guessing here, because I don't feel like finding a ruler right now but I'd say he's probably 10" tall? including the stand, which makes him one of the biggest figures I own. It also means the scale of the sword is perfect for just kind of, pointing at tiny stuff with. Which I have done. I have fun.

I think the figure's pose is super fun. It's dynamic and getting photos of him with a wide-lens is really fun. The actual sculpting details on the clothes and arms in particular are so fascinating to me, they're incredibly well done in my opinion. The composition is good too, the lines create a few triangles which really helps balance the figure.

(had to fudge it a bit here to show the triangle with his hands and head since one hand is hidden in this shot, oops)

The only issue I've had with the figure is it's kind of wobbly. I've fixed this by either putting his lower foot against a "wall" or putting something under it. It's not really a big deal if you don't disturb the figure too much.

From looking around online this figure is around 30$ including shipping (and that is a higher estimate), so as far as figures go this is pretty affordable and imo it's worth it (so long as you have enough display space).

Final Thoughts: I love this freak figure. It's fun, its got great details, it fueled my ego for a week, it has a pole going up the ass of the figure, what's not to love.

Thanks for reading!

[temporalbystander]

Okay so I'm back (not sure for how long) but I need an answer to this and it amazes me I can't find it on the internet already. Seriously, everyone in the Miracuclass has to be subsisting on caffeine during some days right? How has NOBODY made a list of what their coffee orders would be? How is that NOT a widely available story writing tool?

I'd make it myself but, wouldn't you know it? I have no idea when it comes to coffee. I've even tried googling what stereotypical orders would be and still get nothing that helps... So I'm putting it out here. Further explanation under the cut.

Why do I need the entire class's coffee order? Because it's important in my story. Why am I being so obsessive for a story nobody else but me will ever see? Because if I don't get this exactly right it will completely ruin the scene and drive me insane.

Here's the setup, OC Faybon is in this new world with villain Chat and a very late night Akuma has kept everyone awake. Determined to make an impression on everyone that he's not the same Faybon they remember he got coffee for the class. Cue everyone being shocked at the guy they've all barely spoken to, getting every single one of their coffee orders exactly right, Ms Bustier and Lila included.

Here's my thoughts just based on the (very very) little I know about coffee:

Rose would probably have something naturally sweet but without any additives (Im thinking something with honey maybe?) Due to the fact she's sweet enough already and has health problems.

Juleka? I keep wanting to say a caramel machiato but I have no idea what a machiato is. I only say caramel because it's still sweet but a bit richer. Going for that "darker" tone of hers.... Okay just googled the machiato and I feel like that may fit better for someone like Mylene but I'm leaving that up to you anyway.

Speaking of Mylene I'm imagining hers to be a similar order to Rose (somebody's getting a similar order to Rose because she (or anyone really) needs to bring up that she doesn't take sugar only for someone else to say they do. Hey Faybon's sleep deprived in this too, he got the orders right he's allowed to screw up handing them out.)

I'm thinking Chloe would probably be the one with a frappuccino. What comes before that is anyone's guess.

Sabrina? Either just a regular coffee or maybe a latte?

This is where I start hitting the wall. Miss Bustier's is decaf something since she's pregnant in this world too. Max, Alix or Kim would probably also have a decaf or maybe an iced something? Max because of the whole caffeine isn't good for your brain and Alix and Kim because they're athletes.

I have no idea what Alya or Nino would want. Same with Ivan. Nathaniel may want something sweet as well? And Zoe may also go for either a latte or something simple due to her time in new York. With a splash of honey because she's currently coming off a very bad cold and her throat is killing her.

Lila is given a whole allergenic soy based thing, because Faybon just KNOWS she would pull something, and yet will not say a word when the cup she's given is actually her preferred coffee. Though she will look at Faybon warily.

As for the two heroes? Marinette gets hers early so it doesn't really matter but yes, it is stacked with espresso shots. While Adrien gets something almost as caffeinated but with extra cream. Not necessarily because it's part of his order but because Faybon just finds the idea of it hilarious.

[stevensaus]

As we hit the 50th anniversary of Dungeons & Dragons, we need to address the bugbear in the room: Orcs, elves, and humans (at least) are all the same species. Canonically. 1 Why? One of the primary (if not the primary) indications of being a different species is being unable to interbreed and produce viable offspring. Corgis and malamutes are the same species. Humans and chimpanzees are not, even though we arguably look more similar than a corgi to a malamute. While humans have used hybridization to create new species (such as lemons), hybridization among vertebrates is VERY rare, first being observed in vertebrates only in 2022. Sure, there's technology (or magic) that can create hybrids. We can canonically look at the owlbear for that. Originally explained the result of a magical experiment by a mad wizard, owlbears are able to breed among themselves. But when we look at the (official, 5e) descriptions of other races, the interbreeding is... well, very matter-of-fact: "Whether united under the leadership of a mighty warlock or having fought to a standstill after years of conflict, orc and human communities, sometimes form alliances. When these alliances are sealed by marriages, half-orcs are born." "Walking in two worlds but truly belonging to neither, half-elves combine what some say are the best qualities of their elf and human parents." Therefore, the existence of this non-magically assisted canonical interbreeding either means that humans, orcs, and elves (at least) are the same species, just widely variant branches. This also implies (through omission) that these children are not themselves sterile, unlike, say, a mule. You probably see where this is going: there are going to be people with different amounts of human, elvish, and orcish heritage. Perhaps there was a distant orc grandparent. An elvish ancestor four generations back on your mother's side. A distant human ancestor in the elvish family tree. 2 In my D&D sessions, I leave the game mechanics alone and leave the rules as they stand. I like cinematic and "rule-of-cool" play, and a lot of extra mechanics like that tend to get in my way. Socially, however, it is something that comes up... at least in terms of providing variety and interesting NPCs for the players to interact with. Additionally, it explicitly shifts many of the stereotypes and tropes used in fantasy roleplaying to the social and cultural realm rather than biology. 3 In many ways, making this shift doesn't change a lot. Humans are definitely all the same species. Yet our cultural differences (including claiming that varying levels of melanin somehow makes people inherently different) have led to plenty of conflict. No changes are really needed to most modules or adventures; you're changing the motivation from a race-based one to a cultural one. As a nice side effect, this also helps reduce some murderhobo tendencies. No longer can your players safely assume that an NPC's appearance automatically has anything to do with their temperament or intentions. I'm currently looking for players for a Monday or Thursday night campaign, and often run one-shots. You can sign up at StartPlaying, or read more at the Black Talons website. 1 At least through 5th edition; I've not seen the new one yet. 2 3 What about elves having a lifespan of "yes," and the perspective changes that inevitably brings? The long lifespan of elves is a recessive trait, and does not get passed to any offspring whose parents do not BOTH have that particular "elvish" trait. https://ideatrash.net/2024/08/orcs-elves-and-humans-are-closer-than-you-think-in-dungeons-and-dragons-anyway.html?feed_id=289&_unique_id=66cb4a8827a26

[the-indigo-symphony]

System reminder list by a sys inclus part 2, since the last reminder post is gaining traction yet again

New members are not a reflection of your worth. A lot of systems complain about getting new members as if it means they messed up, but here's the thing – someone new existing in your system does not mean you've done something wrong. New members do not mean that you made a mistake or are some kind of failure, it just means you have someone new to share your body with. They're probably nice and helpful, just give them a shot and some support! And moreover...

Don't treat new members as if they're inconveniences. New members are still members of your system, and it's important to treat them kindly like anyone else. Don't scare them into a shell by complaining about their existence, that helps nobody! If there's some aspects of having someone new around that bother you, that's perfectly understandable, just try not to let that ruin a possible working relationship with your new headmate. Communicate with them if you suspect your feelings might influence how you act and let them know that it's not their fault that you're feeling this way. Sooner or later, any issues regarding having a new member will be handled, and your new member won't be so new anymore.

You don't need to have a typical system name, or even a system name at all. If you choose to have a sys name, you can play with it and choose whatever words work best for you; don't limit yourself to just "x system" if you find something better. Plus, a system name isn't really necessary in a lot of settings, so if you'd prefer to refer to yourselves by a collective or body name, that's perfectly fine too!

There are many ways to communicate with your headmates. You don't have to rely purely on internal communication! Use sticky notes, journaling, video reports, powerpoints; whatever helps you communicate!

Factives can be [factives] of anyone. Occasionally, there's this misconception that factives can only be of abusive or toxic people. While it is common to have a factive of an abuser, it's not a definite truth! Factives can be of those you're close to, know well, or even just take an interest in! Not all factives are going to be of abusers, nor does having a factive of someone automatically mean they (either the factive or their counterpart) are an abuser. And even if a factive is of an abuser, it doesn't necessarily mean they're going to be abusive as well.

You don't have to share everything about yourself if you want to be out/come out as a system. No matter who you're coming out to, whether it's a close family member in person or the wide expanse of the internet from your Tumblr blog, you do not have to share every little detail about your system if you don't want to. If there's some things you'd rather keep private for whatever reason, you're entitled to that privacy.

It's okay to want some sort of individuality and privacy from your system. One of the hardest things to accept about being a system is that your life is not just your own anymore. If you feel like you need some time to yourself or something specific that you can claim as your own, let your fellow system members know! You can probably work something out such as having some specific objects (a coat, a stuffed animal, etc) to call your own, or a specific time frame wherein you'll be able to do what you want while fronting alone. It's alright to want individuality and privacy while being a system, it just might take some work to balance those things.

It's okay to not know things about your system. You don't have to know exactly what caused you to be this way, how many headmates you have, what every corner of your innerworld looks like, etcetera. If there's some things you just don't know, that's perfectly fine! Most people don't know everything about themselves. If you haven't figured everything out yet or you don't think you want to pin down everything about yourself, then that's okay – you don't have to know your system inside and out.

[dino-fart]

Your requests being open is like Christmas I’m so EXCITED!!! I love your works so much. I’m in a really whump/feelings-y mood and I had an idea for a Sherlock x fem!reader if that’s okay? The reader is basically poisoned or drugged whilst taking a coffee break on a case. She manages to make it back to 221b, where protective Sherlock has to take care of her and put his chemistry skills to good use. Thank you!!!

Awww thank you so much!!!

You were unconscious on the chaise lounge in the living room. Sherlock was crouched right by you and examining your body, trying to figure out what was wrong. "Hands off, Sherlock, that's my patient!"John scolded as he walked into the room with his medical bag.

"Your patient? She came to my place of residence and asked for me." Sherlock pouted.

"Tell me, Sherlock, are you a doctor?"

Sherlock didn't respond, instead, he parted your lips and sniffed your breath. He swept your lower lip with his thumb and brought it to his nose. "What in the devil are you doing?" John furrowed his brows.

"She's been poisoned!" Sherlock smirked and stood up. He turned to John and stuck out his hand.

"Why is that a good thing?" John furrowed his brows.

"Because poisons are my expertise. Now hand me an empty syringe." Sherlock said and John did as he asked. Sherlock felt your arm and found a vein. He stuck the needle in your arm carefully and drew blood into the barrel. He pulled the needle out and went to his study. John bandaged your arm and checked your vitals. They were steady for now, he stayed by you while Sherlock worked.

An hour later, Sherlock came back into the room with two vials and a syringe. "Well?"John said impatiently.

"I have an antidote." The detective said proudly and handed John the vial of your blood. Sherlock inserted the needle into the antidote vial and filled the barrel with the clear liquid. He took your other arm and inserted the need and the antidote now flowed through your veins. Sherlock pulled it out and John bandaged the other arm. "And now we wait," Sherlock said and put the vial and syringe away.

John shook the vial of your blood around, "What poison was it?"

"Hm?"

"What was she poisoned with?"

"It doesn't matter at the moment, what matters is our friend recovering."

John's eyes grew wide hearing that, "Did you have some of that poison? You always gloat about what you discover."

"Astute observation, but we have a guest in need." Sherlock sat down on the armchair and watched you. John raised a brow and slowly stood up. He crossed his arms over his chest as he noticed how intensely Sherlock was staring at you. "What?" Sherlock raised a brow at him. John said nothing and gave him a look.

"Come now, doctor, I am simply making sure the antidote works." Sherlock scoffed. John shook his head and left the room, knowing that there was definitely more to Sherlock's interest in you.

The next morning came and John walked into the living room. Sherlock was fast asleep or so he appeared and you were stirring slightly. John approached and grabbed his bag to take your vitals. Just as he did, you opened your eyes slowly. "Where..." You mumbled and tried to sit up.

"Slowly now..." John said and helped you sit up, "Let me grab you some tea." John set his bag down and left to make some.

Sherlock's eyes shot open and he rushed over to you. "It worked!" He said proudly and sat next to you. He grabbed your face in his hands and you felt your cheeks heat up. Your vision was still blurry but you could tell it was Sherlock holding you. "Your eyes are slightly dilated, the color on your face is coming back and your breath smells normal," Sherlock smirked.

"Huh?" You said slowly.

"You were poisoned my dear, do you remember that?"

"I-I think so..." You nodded and looked down at your arms, "Sherlock did you poke holes in my arms?"

"It was either that or you'd be dead."

You were silent at that and nodded, "Thank you."

"Of course! That's what a great detective and chemist does." Sherlock grinned. You rolled your eyes and smiled a little at him. You felt your eyes getting heavy again and Sherlock quickly caught you in his arms before you collapsed. He gently laid you on the lounge and got off. Sherlock grabbed a fleece blanket and carefully placed it on you.

John watched all of this from afar with the tea tray in his hands. He smiled at the scene, maybe there was hope for the greatest detective in the world to find love.

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[sensei-venus]

How would Alpha! Hawk react to his chubby omega gf being pregnant? He would be so touchyyy 😫

(Unedited)(Fem!Omega)

•He notices the changes in her behavior and scent pretty fast. But he mostly takes note of how her body starts to fill out more in certain areas. He notices how her already wide hips are wider then normal, how her belly is slightly harder then normal. All things he questions could be signs of pregnancy.

•When they realize her period doesn't show up or a scheduled heat, they decide to take a test just to be safe. Alpha! Hawk is all over her, he wants to leave her be to take the test but he can't help but hold her hand as they both sit in the bathroom waiting for the results on the little plastic stick. It feels like forever as they wait for the results. When they flip the test over and find it to read positive, Hawk is all over her. He cant help but kiss all over her face. He doesn't care, both of them are crying happy tears on the bathroom floor together.

•He goes to every doctors appointment with her, hates the idea of missing anything. He loves getting to hear the pups heart beat at every check up and getting to see the ultrasound pictures. When they get the screen shots of the pup he gets copies, he's got one in his wallet, one in his car and one at work that he keeps in his locker. He loves showing everyone his pup when ever he gets a chance to show them new pictures.

•He loves scenting, even more then he did before. He likes to come up behind his omega and just wrap his arms around her growing bump and just scent her neck. Loves the way her scent has changed, it's thick and sweet from the pregnancy. Sometimes he even swears he can smell her milk coming in even before she's leaking. It's comforting.

•Super touchy during the whole pregnancy, can’t keep his hands off her. He’s sad that her rolls are slowly disappearing and he can’t hold on or grab them like he use to. But he loves running his hand over her growing bump. The smooth skin against his palm is heaven to him. He loves to rub lotion on their belly as they get bigger. He wants to make sure they are always relaxed and the skin of their belly is well moisturized so their skin doesn’t start tearing. The weight of the baby is already getting to them, they don’t need the pain of stretched out tummy skin to add onto it.

•Even before the pregnancy he liked to lay his head on his omegas soft plush tummy, that doesn’t change. Because their bump keeps getting bigger and bigger as time goes on it gets hard, but he still does it. He rests his head on their bump when in bed. He secretly gets excited when he can hear the baby inside his omega. When they actually start moving around, he’s over the moon. He loves watching them visible move around inside the omegas belly. It just reminds him that they are really in there, alive and healthy inside his pretty omega.

•Always tells her that she is the prettiest omega ever. With everyday that goes by he loves her even more, his heart just beats harder when she's around him. Seeing her round out in the hips and belly makes him preen, his inner alpha telling him he did good. Watching her waddle  around the house or when they go out.

•Takes her out all the time because he's protective and doesn't want her to go out alone. He doesn't stop her from going out when he's not around, but he feels safer when he's with her. Doesn't matter if it's some omega thing she wants to do, he's going with her. He can't keep his hands off her in public either. He always had a hand or arm on her at all times no matter what. Holding her hand, arm around her middle, hugs. He wants her in at least a arms distance at all times. Super scared of her getting bummped or pushed and fall because of balance.

•Hates when she gets upset about putting on weight. He liked her at the size she was before she got pregnant, and he likes the way she looks now too. Tries his best to always make it known that he loves her and her growing body. Constantly reminds her that she is literally helping to grow a whole person. Reminds her that the baby needs to eat to get bigger and grow, so they can be healthy. Too him, her putting on weight is a good sign that their pup is getting enough nutrients and care.

•When her belly finally fills out completely, he can't help but touch it all the time. During the last stages of pregnancy he is all over her 24/7. And he loves cuddling with her, he loves how soft she is now even with a tight belly. He's super careful of her tender and swollen breasts, but he loves laying in-between them. Loves resting his chin in her belly and laying his head in her breast is he can listen to her heart beat. When the baby kicks around he can't stop grinning and smiling as they just lay together. If he could he would just sit there for hours.