#and carry skills i don't have etc etc but fuck some of the things i have to redo are sooooo simple and this way of working

[stillfruit]

the most difficult part about group projects is not doing everything yourself

[ghostlywhiskey]

i fear that if i don't do the most mundane domestic tasks with price i might combust

i literally want it all with him. like when i say fuck men, john price is NOT included.

grocery shopping with him is the best because he takes care of grabbing most of everything. before you can even say you need something, he’s already five steps ahead grabbing that item. i’d like to think price is one of those guys who grills and can actually cook really well - falls into his dad tendencies/skills. i think when you’re dating & early in your marriage before kids, you’ll do a lot of the cooking; want him to relax when he’s back from missions. but after kids, he knows how exhausted you must be after taking care of the little ones, so he’ll take on cooking duties, etc. so you can have some time to relax.

when he’s home he likes to do upgrades around the house (the lawn, painting, building, etc.) you name it and he has done it. he’ll ask if you want to come with him to the improvement store; honestly, more so him saying he wants you to come. he wants your opinions on paint colors, knobs, etc. so, you’ll trail behind him as he leads you through the store. he’s asking you a bunch of questions to which you reply ‘i think that’ll look real nice, baby’. and when the shopping trip is over, you’re trotting in-front of him with bags carrying the lighter items while he carries bags of mulch. when you get back home, he’ll reach over to you in the passenger seat to cup the side of your face. “thanks for coming with me,” he murmurs, tugging you closer to give you a kiss.

sundays are reserved for cleaning; price takes care of the upstairs while you handle the downstairs. if there is one thing you’re thankful for about his military career it is the fact you can trust him being tidy and organized. he’s usually quicker than you since the upstairs doesn’t need so much help (before kids at least), so he’ll come down and help you. he’ll tease and keep telling you that you missed spots or you didn’t get a spot up higher than your reach; his excuse to pick you up. definitely the type of man who takes the cleaning rag, giving it a few spins before letting it smack against your ass. his smile when you turn to give him a look is plastered there every time.

in the morning he’ll cook breakfast while you sit on the counter, cup of tea or coffee in your hands depending on your mood. tired eyes slightly hooded from drowsiness still while you watch him cook. he’ll glance over at you, your sign to grab his own coffee mug thats sat on the counter next to your thigh. you hold it up for him to grab and he takes a quick sip before handing it back to you. one hand focuses on cooking while the other reaches for your thigh, giving it a squeeze. “grab the plates, please? should be done soon.” and you nod, sliding off the counter to get the plates so he can put servings for the both of you onto them. hands grab for his waist as you stand behind him, placing a kiss on his back as your way of saying thank you.

i’m so in love with john price it is sickening. help.

[thecameronchronicles]

Our Lips Are Sealed

TW: rough, passionate sex. Language. Sex without condom. Slight exhibitionism. Downright dirty.

REQUESTED:

I still can’t believe you’re back! Anyways I’m back in your inbox with a super long request (and of course as always, change or get rid of anything). Anyways, this involves two sex scenes between you and rafe. You and rafe have been together for a while and you are really close with his family and one day when you sleeping over you get really horny but you never have sex while other people are home (whether that is his house or your house) but rafe notices you are horny (maybe sees you that look in your eye or he notices you trying squeeze/ rub your legs together to feel some sort of release, etc) so he starts kissing you and when he goes to pull down your pajama shorts you’re like “People are home rafe!” And he’s like “so you don’t want me to eat your pussy and fuck you? You still worried about the noise? I bet you can be quiet, if not, I’ll make you” so of course you’re like “okay” and during it you guys do a pretty good job at being quiet except when you’re getting close to cumming you start to get a little loud so rafe either kisses you or puts his hand over your mouth and whispers something like “shhhh, you have to be quiet, remember baby? You can do it”. (And then you can of course add other stuff if you want). Anyways once they finish they go to sleep and it’s morning now and you guys are eating breakfast and you’re still kinda worried that maybe someone heard but they didn’t and everyone is acting normal. ward and rose go out and Sarah takes wheezie to hang out with a friend and then she goes and hangs with the pogues and once you and rafe are in his room again hanging out you guys are talking about last night and then he says something like “I knew you could do it, but it was hard to be quiet wasn’t it?” And you’re like “yeah...but we are alone now”, and you straddle him. And basically you guys are just really loud this time and he tells you things like “you can be as loud as you want baby” (also loud from things like the bed moving/hitting the wall and/or him carrying you to sit you on a dresser and fuck you and the dresser hits the wall/ things fall off it). -💎

Our Lips Are Sealed

"You okay babe?" Rafe asks from behind the rim of his whiskey. You thought you had been discreet pushing your thighs together beneath your skirt, but something about tonight has you incapable of remaining still. Maybe it's the way your boyfriend's eyes have followed you all night or that it has been a day too long since his touch. Either way, you were squirming and eager, more than willing to do things you would otherwise be apprehensive about.

"Come with me..." He laces your fingers together with some form of grace that leaves them intertwined as if sewn. He makes measured steps, practically sweeping you along behind him, until you get close to his bedroom and away from immediate discovery.

"Rafe-" You warn as his hand slips beneath the waistband of your pajamas shorts. Your head shoots to the hallway and the stairs leading to the collection of your friends and family still in earshot in consideration of your volume of passion.

"So you don't want me to let you come?" Your bottom lip immediately becomes imprisoned between your teeth. The eager hand of his lithe yet skillful fingers begin a slow start against your clothed clit through two layers of fabric you suddenly destest.

"You don't want my mouth on your needy pussy, pretty girl?" His nose is pressed against your neck, free hand playing with the hard pebble of your nipple, you no longer care to crossing that line you'd remained on one side of to respect the Camerons. But with him talking to you like this with lust dripping from every letter in the same call behind his eyes, you pull down your bottoms before he lifts you against the wall.

One hand unlatching his belt, his cock comes free and you groan to the feel of it already pressing against you. Smooth and warm, you brace your nails on his shoulders for what's to come. Because no matter how many times he has thrusted himself inside, it is always an adjustment to that which is the mere feel of him. Just an ounce too big to leave an everlasting stretch, it is anything but painful, but ultimately fulfilling.

"Oh!" His hand rushes over your mouth as he situates you onto him. Only halfway and your eyes are already rolled closed.

"If you wanna do this, we need to be quiet, baby. Because I'm not stopping until you come. But if I have to, I'll make you be quiet with my cock and I'll be just as fucking happy to come in your mouth." You soak his shaft at the mention, no matter the method of his release, it was the continuously reliant aphrodisiac to you.

"Every inch, baby...every...fucking...inch..." If even you could scream, he has you compressed against the wall, legs pulled over his forearms, as he slowly acclimates you to him. He stretches in slow, languorous thrusts, every vein and inch of him marveling your inner walls as you clench to the moment.

"I know my girl can stay quiet, yeah?" You can only nod as his undulations quicken. The sound of skin becomes an echo, heavy breathing intelligible if anyone comes even halfway up the steps, and yet neither of you seem to care. Instead, you focus exclusively on each other.

Skin.

Teeth.

And sweat.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna fucking come if you keep squeezing me like that." He warns through bared teeth against your neck.

"That what you want? Need my cum, baby? You've been so good at being quiet, I'd say you earned it...And you know I know exactly what you need...right?" His tone is almost patronizing. If you didn't know he loved you as he did, you'd almost deny it. Almost. But as he pounds you against the wall, his thumb on your clit and his hand tightening around your mouth as you can no longer contain your moans, he is almost unruly.

"I want you to make yourself hoarse against my hand baby. I wanna hear whose cock is so deep inside you, you can fucking taste it. Whose making you break all your precious little rules. Whose making you-ah fuuuuckkk..." He bucks, hitting the wall until you both stall, tremors making it impossible to be completely still.

"You alright, Rafe?!" Ward calls from the bottom of the steps.

"Uh-yeah-yep. Fine!" He calls back. You can both hear the disappointment in Ward's sigh as he leaves you alone and whether he can tell what happened no more than a few yards from him, you seemed to have gotten away with it.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Hungry baby?" You were almost upset having to wake up absent the comfort of his arm around you, until smelling the breakfast awaiting you as consolation.

All your favorites are lined up as if in a buffet and you begin to pick at the fruit before realizing you are alone in what is usually a bustling start of the day for your boyfriend's family.

"Did...did we scare everyone off?" You wonder aloud, cheeks darkening in your blush.

"They took Wheezie to the mall or some shit...so it's just us..." You gasp as he lifts you onto the counter, pushing the plates to give you room.

"Rafe, I feel like we really tested things last night..."

"I feel bad, I lied to you." He interrupts and your stomach drops. Most vices of his were left behind once you first started dating. But he always held a lingering mischief in his eyes that made you anxious.

"About what?"

"Well I promised to eat you out and I just couldn't wait to get my cock inside my girl so I-"

"Someone could walk in!" You scold before he lifts you onto the countertop, pulls your pants down, panties aside, and moves onto his knees.

"Then they'd see just how much I love my favorite breakfast." A hand between your breasts sets your back flat, as you feel his tongue purposeful between your lower lips.

"Rafe..." You whine as he teases your clit, not committing as much as he is taunting.

"You were so good last night, baby. But," he looks up between your legs. "I can never get enough, can I?"

"Rafe please."

"You wanna come, I wanna hear it. I mean it baby, convince me and we'll see if you get to..."

"You'd deny me?" He smirks, the feel of it against your thigh."

"Fuck no, but I'd make you work for it." He dives into you, teeth and tongue in precise tandem, before you're back is aching.

He rewards you with two fingers bent inside to rub that delicate g-spot to perfection.

"RAFE!"

"That's my girl, baby! More!" He pleads as dishes fall and break, the expense forgotten as he lifts you around him. Taking two steps at a time, he places you in his dresser. Your body forced it to smash into the wall, where he pins you on his cock as he rocks you against it.

"Rafe!"

"I wanna hear you. Scream my fucking name. Be fucked on my furniture. I wanna hear it. See it, fucking smell it, baby. Give it to me. Fucking give-" He speaks between huffs, his chest bare in the tear you make of the shirt before you're writhing against him.

"You know I'm obsessed with my girl? Can't get enough?" He hoists you higher, hitting the wall before placing you on your feet. He guides you to bend.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Take it." He is inside you, deeper than ever, as he pumps.

Fast.

Hard.

Sounds of sex and desperation being the only interruption between skin slapping and heavy breathing.

"Y/N!" Your name comes off his tongue.

"I'm gonna come! Rub that clit! I need you to come with me! Baby! Ah fuck!" He begins to come, his hips in discordance to his former flourishing, until he has you against the wall, hands pressed flat, and your back to his chest.

"You know when you show me that ass, it makes me come..."

"Maybe I just wanted you to be loud for me." You retort.

"All you have to do is ask-" A knock comes to the door and you stare at Rafe wide-eyed.

"Son...once you and...Y/N get dressed, I'd like to talk to you two about volume control...and boundaries..." Ward comments as you can't help but chuckle as Rafe dresses.

"Let's see how funny you think it is when I overstimulate you with my mouth when everyone is asleep tonight." He kisses you before taking your hand and leading you downstairs to face his father. Because no matter the fault or reason, you endure it together.

As you always have.

As you always will.

MASTERLIST

[isa-ghost]

*breaks down ur door* ramon n phil hcs perhaps?

YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Phil headcanons masterlist

If Ramon knew where Phil was from, he'd desperately want to see the Hardcore World builds (not that Phil canonically built them), and all of Phil's farms (now those he DID build).

If Phil knew Create it'd be fucking OVER for the Federation, with his and Ramon's powers combined and the additional insanity that Tubbo and Pierre can bring? SHEESH.

Of the OG eggs that aren't his own, Ramon is Phil's favorite, but he'll never say that.

Hot take but (before Fitpac was anywhere near close to being a thing), Phil was the one standing in Spreen's place. At least early on, with how often he & Chayanne would join Ramon & Fit on adventures.

Ramon's death on that airship was the first moment it REALLY struck Phil that the eggs can die. Like that's a reality, not just a scary unlikelihood or something. It can and will happen in the blink of an eye.

Phil absolutely adores the way Ramon became such a fierce protector of the other eggs, especially his sisters. It's always touched him how adamantly Ramon fights to give his siblings the most normal childhood they can. He just wishes the lil guy would acknowledge he deserves that too.

Actually on that note I could write a whole ass analysis of how Phil and Ramon can sometimes think/operate similarly, but I'd have to binge a bunch of Ramon moments to get enough material. But like. Do you see my vision? With the way they're both self-sacrificial to sometimes detrimental degrees?

Present day, one of the memories that gives Phil the most bittersweet nostalgia for the "good days" on the Island are the ones where he & Chayanne and Fit & Ramon would be wandering the savannas just exploring and looting random shit. It was nerve-wracking, yeah. Every adventure with the eggs was, this is Mr. Hardcore we're talking about here. But there's something so special about the banter with Fit while they watched Chayanne & Ramon demolish whatever mobs they encountered.

Speaking of demolishing mobs, there is something so inexplicably and unreasonably funny to Phil about watching Ramon (or Dapper or Pomme for that matter) absolutely STACKED in a suit of armor or carrying some massive fuckoff weapon when he is just the littlest guy 🤏🏻🤏🏻 Like the absurdity of this funky lil orb creature with obnoxiously chunky armor and the world's bulkiest weapon is just Comedy Gold to Phil.

Although Phil only ever knew surface level stuff (if that), if he ever heard the extent of how ride or die Ramon was with Fit & his secrets about Whatever (data collection, Madagio, etc), it'd give Phil a whole new level of admiration for him.

Bird brain mimicry sometimes made Phil say "Ramon" with a (badly, Britishly) rolled R the way Fit always would.

He wishes the eggs were around for the whole Maze thing because he guarantees Ramon would've found some kinda way to either Create his way to a solution or brute forced it. That kid would've 100% cracked the code to that stupid fucking Maze.

Phil always loved the way Ramon was so observant. That kid would notice details of things or traits of certain people that nobody else would. Not only did it give him a special layer of thoughtfulness to put into the things he did for & gave to other people, but it's a valuable skill to have as a survivalist.

I can't believe I only just now thought if this one but Phil absolutely fucking TREASURES the way Ramon softened Fit up. He's always known Fit as this rugged, mysterious wild card with a dangerous streak, which– Don't get Phil wrong, he was & is down bad for it. But to see something finally put some long-term genuine warmth in those eyes and a smile lacking malice on that face? And for that something to be a brilliant, silly little kid that radiates the same kind of energy as Fit himself? Priceless.

If there was any egg Phil would consider capable of fending for themselves, it'd be Ramon. Ideally, no egg would ever have to. At least not forever. But if he had to name one he thinks could survive alone? Yeah, Ramon. And not just because he's the son of a 2B2T veteran.

[suzukiblu]

I just wanted to say I think you're really cool in the way you defend your own boundaries while also trying to see the best in people (e.g. off-topic Wednesday asks / etc.). Like you make your ask box feel like it's okay to ask questions or not worry too much about how something might come off wierdly if it's read a certain way but also you don't let people walk over you, and that balance is a fucking skill which takes effort and work.

Thank you. 🧡 I definitely do go to a lot of effort to be clear about certain things I'm cool/not cool with while also assuming the best of people's intentions if I ever get comments or questions that are phrased poorly or seem . . . well, questionable, to make an unintentional pun there, haha. I just don't wanna start shit that doesn't need started or slather bad vibes all over some poor well-intentioned random soul who just doesn't have the most immediately up-to-date/informed language or certain experiences to inform their perspective, AND all over all of your dashes on top of that. Like, we were all confused about shit and awkwardly attempting to figure out what the magic question that would explain that shit to us was at SOME point in our lives, if nothing else. You gotta remember your internal stupid kid and how bad they wanted to figure shit out without having the tools for it!! You just gotta!!!!

Like, I literally did not realize gay and bi people were a thing until I was FOURTEEN, man, I just did NOT have that context/experience as a kid. And then, like, four months later I was . . . uhhhhh I'm pretty sure literally the first kid who was publicly out in my entire very tiny "quaint lil' small town full of well-off retirees with gorgeous lawns and literally nothing for a teenager to do outside of school" high school, and at least as far as I ever knew there wasn't another one until my friggin' senior year. And I didn't figure out what asexuality was OR my gender identity until I was in my thirties, despite actively TRYING to figure those out! I just didn't know! I didn't have the word for it for so long I didn't even GET it was a thing that should have a word!

Though to be honest, I really do get way, WAY more people worrying that they're overstepping and preemptively apologizing about it than I ever do people who are actually doing anything I'd personally consider to be overstepping, and I get even fewer people who are INTENTIONALLY overstepping on top of that. Like, I've been very lucky in the audience I've managed to snare/cultivate in my internet times, I very rarely encounter anyone coming into my inbox in bad faith. "Don't like/don't read" seems to be generally respected and I appreciate it, basically, hah.

Also, like, not to get too extra or serious here, but a lot of the reason I write fanfic is because it can contain a lot of things that standard publishing is less immediately open to releasing--like, especially back when I started, it was just NOT a thing to have explicitly queer kids in mega-popular mainstream YA series or all that much gender/racial/neuro diversity past, like, token presences that were at MOST only diversity-CODED half the time anyway and "didn't like labels". And like, that bugged me a LOT as a kid and as a young adult, and still kinda bugs me sometimes these days. I wanted, you know, that SEEN feeling, and I didn't want to only get it from hyper-niche genres/authors that were only writing about being queer and sad about it. I wanted that shit in my dang sci-fi and fantasy and all the FUN stuff, not just, you know, the tragedy-porn cautionary tales. So I want people who are reading my stuff to feel that way, even and ESPECIALLY when they're some totally different flavor of whatever we are from me, and so I REALLY try to be inclusive and welcoming and assume the best of people, at least to the best of my ability.

. . . okay I got kinda carried away with this answer, maybe, haha, but tl;dr: literally everyone has got enough bullshit going on in their lives, I can at least be nice about weird kinks and random gender/mental/physical/???? issues that I don't always necessarily understand the full nuances of on the internet.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Hi… I’m a fan of ur blog…. C-Can we get another Ganondorf NSFW alphabet for the letters B, F, J, K, O, and U?

Ohoho, absolutely! I'd be happy to give you some more nsfw Ganondorf headcanons, x reader style of course. Reader will be gender neutral c: NSFW Alphabet referenced here.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Something about his personality and how he carries himself tells me that Ganondorf loves his hands the most. He's a master weapons specialist, a lot of strength and dexterity are in those fingers. But not only that, he knows very well how to navigate the body. Whether it be for pleasure, pain, or healing, Ganondorf's speaks volumes in everything he does with his hands. For you, it's your eyes. There's a lot of things that lips may not say, but it's always reflected in the eyes and he knows this. Ganondorf wants to be able to see exactly what he wants out of you in your eyes. Sometimes that's fear, sometimes it's love. You're at your most vulnerable behind your eyes and Ganondorf wants to see everything.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Now listen, I know doggy style would normally be the obvious choice because of the sheer sense of dominance it gives - but I actually think he would be most fond of missionary (with your legs wrapped around his waist). This gives him the ability to really press his full weight onto your body - allowing you to feel all of him: how deep he is inside you and how pinned you are under him (a reminder of how strong and sturdy he is as well). You're pliable this way - he can reach any part of your body he wants his mouth on with ease, or even pin your hands should he wish to really have you submit to him. J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Does not do it often. He might if he's really wound up and needs to take off the edge that badly, but he would much rather just bury himself inside you. K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) In line with him being restrained, I do believe he would be into femdom (or really just being dommed in general). While he is no stranger to domming you himself, he's an equal opportunity lover. Being raised by strong women as well has allowed for him to appreciate the power that they hold and that submitting to your partner who likes to take the lead is always worth exploring. Ganondorf thoroughly enjoys the power being in your hands - forcing him to go down on you or having him under you while while you slide down his cock and don't allow him to touch your body. It's undeniably thrilling for him. O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Very 50/50. He thrives off of the way your hot mouth wraps around his cock, so much so that he'll growl and groan and let you know exactly how much he's enjoying you suck him off to the best of your ability. But he also very much takes pleasure in watching your come undone on his tongue. Every stroke, lick and suck between your legs is hellbent on making you cum. Being that you're most likely with him at the stage of his life where he reigns Chief of the Gerudo, he's already had time to gain experience on oral matters - so you're in for a treat because he knows exactly what he's doing. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ABSOLUTE MENACE. His ability to restrain himself from giving you the pleasure you seek in full is torturous. He knows what points on your body get you to writhe and moan, but he's also well aware of how lightly to touch you there, barely being able to feel it and causing you to desperately want more. Whether it's gently circling the pads of his fingers around your nipples, kissing you featherlight on your neck or ghosting his fingertips over your aching sex, this man knows what makes you weak. If he needs information from you or just wants to rile you up for the fuck of it - be prepared because he will make a mess of you just yet.

[crow-talks-hockey]

ok but not enough people are intrigued and obsessed and fascinated by connor mcdavid in the way i and others on this site are. like yes, yes i could ramble on and on about his skill. he is the best player in the world. period. you can't challenge that and if you are... are you blind? potentially uhm, how do i say this lightly, not smart? etc? there's no contention there, everyone knows it. and he's fast, and whatever. but i don't care about that. that's mcdavid. that's the man that i used to be so annoyed with because no one would shut up about him even when he wasn't even playing (and that's still annoying to me tbh it just happens less now). that's the star player on a team i used to hate when the avs played them ( idk why, i just always hated playing the oilers even when i started getting a soft spot for them). but, and i've said it before, mcdavid isn't connor.

connor is the one i'm so fascinated and intrigued by. it's not his hockey iq or his speed or anything. what i'm obsessed with is that haunted aura he carries everywhere and i mean everywhere. he just seems so... out of place? like you can almost tell he doesn't quite fit in. which is a little ironic and sad for the best player in the world, isn't it? but accurate, too. he's so unique and set apart and burdened with expectations that he wouldn't be allowed to be normal even if he tried. and you can see it clear as day. everyone jokes around about him having no personality but what else is he supposed to do when he gets asked the same question a million times anymore? i'd look just as haunted and annoyed if i were him.

but here's the thing. he's not just that broken boy either. he's a bit of a goof, actually. and it still surprises me, but he is. he's a silly fucking guy. i mean he goes out there and just lights it up, every night. and then you come to find out that he was the one organizing those stupid post-game berets and the plungers and shit? like i'm sorry? you're telling me the face of the league and one of the guys known for being incredibly dry, did that? and that he's out here helping with the all-star stuff, being sweet and showing (at least in part) some of his real self to these little kids who are growing up idolizing him, and being lovey with teammates. he's slipping on the ice hugging the team made of people he loves with all the passion he can muster because god he just wants to win it here. with them. FOR them. he wants to so so bad and it hurts.

like seriously i could go on and on about this guy. about how if people would just give a shit they would see the real person he is - haunted and silly in full - behind the layers of stress about expectations so high they're unachievable, annoyance with the same stupid questions being thrown at him, and the pressure to be the perfect star. if they would just care enough to pay attention to how he smiles at leon or how he cellys or how he hugs his teammates like they're his lifeline they would see connor, not just mcdavid. they would see the love and the care that shapes those haunted eyes. maybe. just maybe.

anyway connor mcdavid is an enigma and a weirdo and i love him so so much and i'm so so fascinated by him 🫠🫶

[propepsi]

Hi 🖤 So about your comment on anti-conformist goth Sebastian - you have my full attention. Do you feel like sharing any of your hcs regarding music tastes/subcultures of the Stardew npcs??

Holy. Fucking. Shit. YES I DO FEEL LIKE DOING THAT. First of all: I look up to you so much for your art skill and I am FLOORED by this ask 😭❤️ Thank you for this omfg

I wont cover ALL the bachelors and bachelorettes, just the ones who I have really strong headcannons for :)

(Most of these headcannons are HIGHLY influenced by my own music taste. A lot- if not all- of the artists I have listed are artists that I'm a fan of personally.)

Anyways. First off: I think Sebastian- in regards to goth culture- fits the description. I don't think he ever goes above and beyond with his fashion because of his depression (another hc of mine because I highly relate to him as somebody with depression), but he definitely leans more into that than he does emo fashion, that's for sure. He's highly nihilistic. He doesn't want to support the 'corporate fatcats' or big industries, instead self employed, and he hates every Joja gift. Overall there are MANY instances of Sebastian basically saying 'fuck the industry.' (We love him for that) Also, his thing with coffee and smoking is highly stereotypical goth shit. Though, when it comes to music, I definitely think he'd fuck with SOME goth bands very casually, like maybe a bit of Type O Negative, Christian Death, Birthday Massacre... but I think he tends to lean more towards punk/pop punk. Especially Green Day. (And, shamefully, Blink-182. He won't ever admit it, though.) I also think that Sam's music started accidentally influencing him. Like sometimes (a lot of the time) you'll catch him listening to rock, metal, alternative/art rock, and grunge. He got particularly attached to Rammstein, who Sam surprisingly doesn't actually fuck with very much. Also, hot take: I don't think he's emo. Some of the music he listens to (and some of the artists I've already names) COULD be argued to be emo, but he doesn't listen to like- EMO emo. I definitely think he casually likes The Get Up Kids, which ARE considered to be an emo band by some. It's a bloodbath tryna figure out the genre. Midwest emo, pop punk, regular emo... I dunno. I just think he likes The Get Up Kids.

Sam. Sam's music taste speaks for itself. He, as a character, is highly oriented around music and musical talent. I think he's huge on rock and grunge- like Nirvana, Foo Fighters, The Rolling Stones... all that jazz. He also likes metal bands, such as Judas Priest, Metallica, Black Sabbath (as well as Ozzie Osbourne as a standalone artist), Dio, System of a Down... all that jazz. He likes his music slightly hard but classy as well. I also feel like he would be big on Sublime. Idk. It just feels right. I also think he'd be casually into Midwest Emo, which he accidentally got Sebastian REALLY into for a bit. (Examples include The Front Bottoms, McCafferty, Origami Angel- great band btw, Modern Baseball, etc.) He'll sometimes go for some softer, electronic shit from time to time, like art pop/rock bands (so... Radiohead), but not super often. He ALSO accidentally got Sebastian into Radiohead. Like, Sebastian became a bigger fan than he did. Sam has a few guilty pleasures when it comes to music that he won't be very vocal about it, like some female country artists (Dolly Parton, Shania Twain, Carrie Underwood... stuff like that. He absolutely REFUSES to admit he listens to any of them.) He also probably dabbles in Weezer- which counts as rock but I felt I needed to put this at the end with the other guilty pleasures. (I could be projecting. I mean- hey. Look at my pfp.)

Abigail! (I love Abigail) She's into metal. Some heavy, screamo shit, but also some thrash metal. (She likes Judas Priest a lot. Could also be projecting, though. I fucking love Judas Priest.) I think she goes harder with her music than Sam and Sebastian do. She'd be the parent who picks their kid up from school absolutely BLASTING some metal. (For some reason I imagine it being Enter Sandman by Metallica in that scenario lmfao) She'll go for rock occasionally, something wilder like ACDC, but not as much.

(Ik a lot of the bands for The Trio overlap, but they're all really close and literally in a band. I think they would share a lot of music taste with each other. They are the local alternatives, after all.)

Emily is into stoner music. Like- Reggae, 60s rock and roll, Hip-hop, and indie. Her biggest bands/artists would be Sublime, The Beatles, Elton John, Bob Marley, Pink Floyd... stuff like that. I think she would also be into pop, but really eccentric pop, like Chappell Roan, Abba, Amy Winehouse, Whitney Houston, and Britney Spears. Perhaps Michael Jackson??? 👀👀

Haley is into 2000s pop. Kesha, Britney Spears, EARLY Taylor Swift (and ONLY early), Shakira, Beyonce... artists like that. Some music that she likes overlaps with Emily's, but then Haley is put off by the other music she listens to- or in her words: "hippy shit." There's a lot of Chappell Roan lover Haley talk, and I think it would be slightly true. She would find it weird and off-putting at first, but she would learn to secretly like it. Secretly.

Elliot is into classical music. Not orchestra, but very piano-y classical. He would also quite like folk. He could be persuaded into folky pop, like The Decemberists. He isn't really a music snob, but if you showed him a metal song, he would be quite confused. We love him anyway.

ANYWAY. Here it is! I'll admit- I got quite carried away with this. I just started typing and couldn't stop. 💀 My autism took over my body. (I'm so, SO into music right now) Also I wrote this entire thing exactly how I talk irl, so I apologize for that.

[valiantstarlights]

(Sorta Kinda) Little Mermaid AU

Dream is the king of Atlantis, Orpheus is his only son who is all about that land stuff, and Hob is a (human) thief being transported with other convicts to a penal colony.

Orpheus likes to stalk all the ships that enter Dream's territory. He's always looking for new land stuff merch to add to his growing collection: human apparel, shiny trinkets, barrels of rum, sentient beings to adopt...

He really likes it when it storms because stuff falls overboard! And when the entire ship sinks? It's like the local mall just announced a 100% off sale of every item ever. Blood is to a shark as land stuff is to Orpheus. He goes fucking nuts about it.

And it just so happens that the ship carrying Hob is passing through Dream's territory.

So as Orpheus stalks this one ship, the Karmic Justice Or Something Like That, he sees Hob looking dirty and miserable on deck. But like, come on, he's still Ferdinand Kingsley so of course he's still handsome. And Orpheus is like, 'If anything falls overboard, I hope it's that one.'

His wish is granted. One night, a violent (non-magical) storm hits the ship, and Orpheus swims straight to Hob, who was one of the humans thrown overboard. Then, through some merfolk magic, he gives Hob the ability to breathe underwater and withstand oceanic pressure.

And then he cheerfully drags the very confused two-legged human back to Atlantis.

(RIP to the other humans who weren't as pretty as Hob.)

Hob is understandably going ????. Is he dead? Is this hell? Oh lord there is a kingdom under the sea, and merfolk are just like humans but instead of legs they have fish tails.

Freaky.

But! Before Orpheus could have his wicked way with him (because of course he'd want to), the TSA guards of Atlantis spot them, and they do their jobs and bring the prince and his illegal cargo to the throne room (for the 4th time this month), where Dream is of course fucking livid that Orpheus dragged not just another illegal upperworlder stuff, but an actual human back to Atlantis.

Orpheus does the whole 'But Daddy I love him!' speech while Hob is floating on the side being like, "We literally just met and you kidnapped me."

"I kidnapped you from certain death!" Orpheus says.

Dream has no time for this. He may have been lenient on Orpheus adopting drowning sentient upperworlders in the past, but after he stole Dream's symbol of power in order to turn Aristaeus the goat into a mergoat and failed (because he's not powerful or focused enough), Dream is going to have to intervene.

"You love this human?" Dream asks his son.

"Yes, Father," Orpheus answers promptly.

"You want him to be a part of this family?"

"Yes, Father."

"Then give him to me," Dream says. "I'm going to have him for a year, and if at the end you still love him, I will turn him into a merman."

"Don't I have a say in this?" Hob asks.

"Of course you have," Dream says. He even inclines his head like an asshole nobleman. "Decide whether you want to agree to this deal or die right now of drowning and oceanic pressure."

Hob looks around at all the shiny things and decides, fuck it. He's gonna live and he's gonna steal from these half-fish bastards and escape back to civilization and live a rich man's life. So he agrees to the deal.

Orpheus sulkily agrees as well. A contract is drawn. It looks less ominous than Ursula's contract with Ariel, being in bullet list form in very readable dyslexic-friendly font.

Hob has to spend an entire year with Dream and be whatever he wishes him to be (like a servant or chauffeur or whatever, which Hob is fine with as long as they shelter him and feed and clothe him well),

Orpheus has to spend an entire year away from Atlantis and vacation in the other Endless siblings' territories ("Because distance makes the heart grow fonder!" Orpheus claims), and

Dream has to spend an entire year with Hob, test his loyalty, intelligence, wine pouring skills(?), etc. (If he's joining the family, Dream needs to know what exactly he's going to be dealing with for eternity.)

...and at the end of the year, if Orpheus still 'loves' Hob, then Dream is going to turn Hob into a merman and he's gonna live the rest of his life as Orpheus's human-turned-merfolk companion.

If Orpheus doesn't 'love' him anymore, then Hob is free to go. He can return to the human world with some compensation in the form of precious jewels, or if he decides he likes it here in Atlantis, then he's free to stay as a companion-free merman.

All three of them sign. Orpheus swims away accompanied by some bodyguards to his uncle-aunt Desire's territory, determined to 'love' Hob until the year is over.

Hob is left behind with Dream, who doesn't really know what to do with him. Should the human be his cupbearer? A guard? Puffer fish juggler during feasts?

"Do you have any skills?"

"I'm good at stealing," Hob answers, because it's true and he's not ashamed of it. They better be prepared to get things stolen from them.

Dream sighs. "Anything else?"

Hob considers the huge merman before him, easily twice the size of his son(?), and decides, you know what? Yeah. Why the fuck not? If he's gonna be stuck in this guy's company for a year, he's going to be such a thorn in his side and make it so awkward that the king would be forced to send him back (with precious jewels) to the 'upper world' before the year is done.

"I'm good at sucking cock," Hob says, because it's also true. "That is, if you folk have similar appendages."

Dream has a lightbulb moment. Hob is easy on the eyes, and with only a thorough scrubbing and some meals, fine clothing for his body, elegant hair accessories, he would look very fine and presentable indeed. And moreover, it would mark him as Dream's personal concubine. In a year, (and even if Orpheus had object permanence), his son wouldn't want him.

It's actually very unlikely that Orpheus would still 'love' him by year's end, anyway, even if Dream doesn't make Hob his concubine. Orpheus is very distractable and is capable of moving on quickly. (Aristaeus the goat, for example, had only been mourned for ten whole minutes.)

Satisfied, Dream smirks at the human before him, tosses his long hair over his shoulder a bit like the slut he is, and says, "Are you offering your services to me, little human?"

And of course it's only now that Hob sees Dream's beautiful face and sexy upper body, which has previously been hidden under his curtain of long dark hair. (In Hob's eyes, he had been dealing with a male Sadako underwater. Please give him a break. It's been a very stressful day.)

Hob realizes that he has severely miscalculated. Because even now, he wants to lick whatever appendage this gorgeous creature has. A year? He's gonna want to be here for eternity because holy shit the king is gorgeous and a total DILF.

They fuck. Because of course they do. Right there on the throne room. Everyone's seaweed salad is ruined.

(But fr, Hob is having the time of his life. Dream and his cock are so huge it brought out Hob's latent size kink tendency, and he can shapeshift as well. Hob gets fucked with dozens of new and exciting appendages. There's like an entire Bad Dragon catalogue down there.)

Dream announces that he'll be working from home for an entire year and assigns Lucienne, Jessamy, and Matthew to oversee things he wouldn't be able to for that duration because he's Busy.

He says this over ye olde Atlantean seashell cellphone as he's fucking Hob into the mattress.

When Dream has to show himself to grant Atlantean citizens their weekly audience, he does so with Hob warming his dick as he sits on the throne.

Thankfully, Atlantean citizens are less prudish than upperworlders, because if they get turned on, they just masturbate right then and there, no problem at all. Really, as long as anyone doesn't touch Dream or Hob, then it's fine.

Hob, prudish upperworlder that he was, discovers that he thrives in this kind of exhibitionist play. He realizes that he loves being on display and seeing Dream's subjects pleasure themselves while looking at them. (Even Corinthian, the head of the royal guards, jerks off just a step down from the throne, eyes on the place where Hob is joined with Dream. Hob doesn't know if Corinthian wants to be Hob, be Dream, or be sandwiched in between the two of them. He doesn't ask because Dream is obviously a jealous bastard.)

And every day that passes, Hob gets increasingly addicted to Dream (not just his cock/s), and Dream is increasingly growing fonder of Hob. They realize that they actually like spending time together, even when they're not physically connected.

Dream laughs (his creepy frightening laugh) over Hob's stupid upperworld jokes, wonders at Hob's unconventional solutions to his citizens' problems, and mourns with him when he finally tells Dream about why he became a thief in the first place.

Meanwhile, Hob listens well to Dream's personal problems and never gives advice unless Dream asks him to, gives Dream new songs to sing and melodies to play, and holds him whenever he dreams of the night Orpheus's mother was taken from them and killed by upperworlders hundreds of years ago.

It's so very clear that they're meant to be together, but they're pretty stupid and don't realize that they have fallen in love with each other.

The Atlantean citizens grow to respect Hob and not just lust after him from afar. He's very kind, and the unconventional upperworlder solutions he proposes when Dream is giving an audience work out surprisingly well. Soon, he's being referred to as Consort Hob, and is given gifts of gratitude. Just small but heartfelt things like fresh produce and homemade jams.

Hob likes being given gifts. A thing that Dream notices early on so of course he immediately sets out to spoil Hob. (Especially when he found out that Hob grew up impoverished.) Does he care that he's one-upping his own citizens with his lavish gifts? No. A subject's gift is different from a lover's, and Hob likes all the gifts anyway. He doesn't even complain when Dream tears off his own gifts from his body only a minute after Hob puts them on.

As the year is slowly coming to an end, they fuck more often, and lowkey desperately.

Hob thinks Orpheus will still want him at the end of the year. Dream thinks Hob will want to go back to the human world and he'll never see him again.

As we have previously established, they're both idiots, so they only confess their true feelings to each other like, on the day before Orpheus is set to return. And then, knowing that their feelings are requited after all, they fuck again, but this time it's the slow and very gentle lovemaking (TM) kind of sex that lasts the entire night full of soft 'I love you's and new sensitive spots to discover and obsess over. It's great. We want what they have but we also love that they have it with each other.

In the morning, Dream is determined to persuade Orpheus to give Hob up (in the unlikely event that Orpheus still wants Hob), and Hob is determined to stay with Dream and willing to help Orpheus find someone else.

All their worrying is for naught because Orpheus returns with Eurydice (a mermaid) in tow, and says that they got married like...11 months ago.

Dream is a little hurt that he wasn't invited to his own son's wedding, but Orpheus tells him he could just marry her again. It's not like they're lacking funds or need to fill up 10,000 government forms.

Hob is just so relieved that he almost kisses Eurydice in gratitude. (He doesn't because Dream is a jealous bastard who will no doubt misunderstand this very upperworld gesture.)

Dream tells Orpheus that he's gonna marry Hob. Orpheus says okay and is very chill about it. Dream tells him that it would mean that Hob is going to be his stepfather. Orpheus needed a moment to process and come to terms with that, but comes out of his shock still supportive.

Eurydice is a very nice merwoman who is also supportive of Dream and Hob's union. They find out that her family's kelp farm benefitted from Hob's advice so now Orpheus is definitely pro-Hob.

And then they get married! Dream with Hob and Orpheus with Eurydice (again). There may or may not be babies that resulted from Dream and Hob's very vigorous union--that depends on the reader's personal preference, but the point is that they all lived happily ever after. ✨️

[docholligay]

One of the fun things that having this sort of crossover lets me do, that I don't get to often, is contrast these characters who occupy SIMILAR spaces in their own narrative, but are fundamentally.

First of all, everyone in Overwatch is more of a Growned Up. I age everyone in SM up to their early twenties-very late teens because I can't with the baby teenage thing while also allowing them to be fully realized people and squaring with the choices they have to make. But still! early twenties is an age where you still don't really know if you're coming or going.

Add to that, every person in Overwatch wants to be there. They aren't drafted. Meeting with Fareeha, and Lena, and Angela, who committed themselves to this, who have the skills necessary to carry things out, I think it could be both frustrating and also inspiring! In the way meeting people who are self-assured and useful can sometimes be.

So, Lena and Haruka both occupy a space of "I am not college material" but they think about it very differently. Haruka, it's just another reason to beat the shit out of herself, like fucking everything. She's stupid, she's useless for anything other than as a human shield, etc. Whereas Lena is basically, "No thanks!" and quickly searching "easiest A levels the RAF will accept" readying herself to do the bare minimum to become a pilot, because she has a sense of purpose that I think Haruka just doesn't. Haruka has no clue what she's meant to do or be.

And some of this comes out of their different backgrounds (Though, I guess, I came up with their backgrounds based on the person I had in front of me) Haruka did not have a supportive home life, she did not feel like her gifts were actual gifts. Lena, on the other hand, is deeply loved by her family even when she's annoying, and has been her whole life, so has an intense resilience, and optimism--not naivete, but the sense that you can always try--, and knows more or less who she is, and that who she is has good qualities.

I just think it would be neat for Haruka to ATTEMPT to see herself in that light, that she's not fucking Ami, for sure, but that doesn't make her nothing at all. Here's Lena, having a very particular type of education that Haruka would think of as 'uneducated', she's successful, she's happy, people respect her, people LIKE her. She's not wildly handsome or built or anything, but she's charming and funny and it lends her a quality of attractiveness. She keeps comparing herself to Fareeha, but Fareeha is, uh, one in a million. My hope would be for Lena to be someone Haruka could IMAGINE herself being (even if it is not, strictly speaking, true. Lena's dauntless confidence and easy cheer are things that are essentially foreign to Haruka even when I let her calm down in old age.)

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A deft, rough tongue will clean whatever hole he's cummed in. He will stop there, unless it leads to more sex. He will let you hobble over to get cleaned up and will watch in amusement. But, he will carry you the rest of the way to get clean. Isn’t too keen on cuddling but will let you hang on him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Grimmjow took time to cultivate this powder blue hairdo. It's a visual testament to his personality, even when he's calm. The perfect mix of sleek, wild, and sexy. He's the IT guy around here!

But, fuck, would he not admit that your hair is cool as fuck too. Your hair texture was much different from his. So transformative! If it's not your natural, wonderful nappy hair bouncing about: you have to coolest braid and color combo's ever.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A lot, surprisingly. But it isn't thick.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Grimmjow, unsurprisingly, likes to spar. It's a form of foreplay for him. If you're able to best him, he does become submissive- although it's easy to miss. He's more susceptible to receiving any ass play from you. His moans will be high-pitched and desperate during that time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The deep dick twisting technique did not come without experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’ll say some ego driven things that might make you laugh. But don’t until after sex. He'll be cozy enough to let the jokes slide.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Wild, like his hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly, some. It's just shown way differently than the stereotypical trope method. Two examples:

A: In different positions, he's gentle with bending you around.

B: Even though he's an exhibitionist, there are still some activities that he'd rather be just you and him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes, if he can’t spar or fight the energy away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, Kittenplay, degradation (giving), Praising (give/receive), edging, fear play, exhibitionism, creaming, competitive sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in Hueco Mundo, even in front of others.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Strong personalities, challenging him, revealing outfits, acting and dressing like a cat/kitten, being confident, bragging, being independent and doing shit yourself. Vulgar flirtatious energy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation (receiving), meek attitude, child like look/personality, whining, crying, praising others.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Yesss, gives and receives.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It's like static: Fast, rough, and his deepness varies.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Anytime, anyplace, sexy. Literally. And he's competitive? He will try to figure out how to make you cum faster each time. Currently trying to beat his 3:25 record.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah, of course. He wants to fuck in front of the others, including his superiors. Even Aizen (who secretly wouldn't mind). He don't care.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

High stamina and has no refractory period. All arrancars have outstanding endurance.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own toys and isn’t a fan. The most he likes is anything that'll add to any of your sexy outfits (or his).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yes, he is sadistic after all.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Let's just say everyone knows when y'all are fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lust running high, Grimmjow is feeling sensually desperate. He prowls the halls to find you. You were sitting down, focused on whatever stupid thing your were working on. Looking gorgeous. But, unfortunately, not in the mood.

Usually, Grimmjow would just grab you and get you in the mood fast. But, he felt sensual. Flowingly sexy.

Grimmjow gathers his energy and conjures a sexy garb that shows off his torso, legs, and dick print. He didn't care if anyone else saw. His mission was to win you over with this outfit.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8.0 and slightly barbed when in cat form. Uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, he can just control it to a certain degree. Whenever you're down, he's down. Whenever he's down, you better be ready.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No, he's going to prowl around or try to coax another round out of you

[cgogs]

can you tell us about briar and silas now

okay, so. this outline applies to the original ending of awesamdad, where Briar runs away for good when he learns Dream is having another baby and never comes back, and becomes a mercenary/bounty hunter/___ for hire. Scream Eureka is an alternate ending of THAT bad end. Okay? Okay.

20 years ago, Dream dropped off the face of the earth when Briar was given to him by DreamXD, Punz was naturally absolutely dumbfounded to being ghosted in the middle of all their business. Instead of throwing in the towel, he left the server to keep studying the research they started. Necromancy, blood magic, all kinds of things. Picture a wizard in a tall tower. Kind of like that. Studying old magic nearly entirely from scratch.

He makes a name for himself working miracles and curing the sick, and lands himself as something of a baron. He has a son, a bastard really, and Silas's mother wasn't very interested at all in being a mother, so she leaves him with Punz and splits when Silas is about... mmh, maybe 5? Between 3-5. Punz is like. Alright. Guess I'm taking care of this.

He raises Silas to the best of his ability, keeping in mind that he isn't interested in parenthood at all. Silas lives a very comfortable life with maids and money. He has a staff of tutors and people to train with.

Punz is raising him to be his little lab partner. From the time Silas can handle it, he's in the autopsy room watching his father carve runes on the backs of rib bones to make them weld back together. When he's old enough to stomach it, he's being taught how to harvest organs, how to turn them into ingredients that can be put into potions, etc.

Silas. Hates this. He has very little interest in carrying on his father's life's work. He sneaks out often, is a bit of a flirt, and is regarded by staff as a disappointment. He's incredibly smart, don't get me wrong, but he's not the type of teenager to do well inside stone walls. In his eyes, Punz cares more about that damn book than he does about his own son. (This isn't true. Punz is just. Well.)

When Silas is maybe 17/18, he and Punz have a huge fight that starts with Punz trying to get him to show some incentive in his studies and winds up with Silas running away for good. (Who gives a fuck about any of this when you have everything anyway? What else could you possibly want? Who gives a fuck about the revive book, what about what I want?)

Silas becomes a pretty successful mercenary and proud vagrant, never staying in the same place for long. A bird free from his cage! He drinks as much as he wants, goes wherever he wants, and never has to recite 7 different dialects of a runic alphabet ever again.

Briar runs away from home when he is about 17. Silas is a few years younger than Briar, and runs away when he's 17/18, which would make Briar about 22.

Briar has gained notoriety in several counties. There's quite a price on his head. A famous thief with infamous aim. Silas aims to take this price for himself, and takes the bounty offer on Briar's head.

Briar outruns him for a long time, but Silas is patient. Silas tires him out until he makes a mistake, and not even perfect aim can save him when he's cornered in a cave. Briar is clever, though, and in an attempt to save his own life he tells Silas that he can pay back twice the amount the bounty office has offered him if Silas will just let him live. He'll give 70% of his own revenue to Silas until he can work off his own worth.

Silas is amused. More than amused, he's admiring his opponent! Briar's been more of an equal match. For what Silas lacks in his combat skills, Briar makes up for, and vice versa. He's smart, he's put up a good fight, he seems like an alright guy. So, Silas accepts his offer.

Briar and Silas are now a duo. Part of the deal is that Silas has to be in close proximity 24/7 (he even has Briar sign a contract! Honor bound! o7) and Silas is quickly enamored with him.

He likes Briar's mystery. He likes how fiery he is and how he complains about everything, and how he can shoot a bolt through someone's iris (bullseye!) a mile away. He's intrigued with how little he knows about him.

Briar fuckin' hates this guy. He's loud and stupid and drunk and has clipped his wings. Briar hasn't been around people in years. He hasn't entertained a real conversation since he told his mother goodbye. He doesn't remember how to do it... the whole friendship thing.

As time passes, they grow closer. Genuinely closer. Briar opens up little by little and his cold heart thaws against his will. Silas has a joke running about interest rates, adding on fees with every small slight. (You ate the last slice of bread. That's 50 more gold coins!) He doesn't want Briar to pay off his debt and split immediately. He likes him too much. And he thinks Briar needs someone to be around. He's not exactly... stable.

Briar doesn't want to lose him either. But he's absolutely scared to death of that. He knows what loss feels like. What is feels like to watch someone's back as they leave. (Silas has never known what it felt like to love in the first place.) Briar is torn between sinking his claws in or running away. He doesn't want to be vulnerable for someone again, but he doesn't know what he'd do if he lost this.

This isn't helped by Silas being obviously, stupidly, horribly in love with him. Briar might even love him back. But he knows what love does to people. He saw it kill his mother slowly. He's scared to death of it happening to him. He lashes out when he feels that warm bloom in his chest, but Silas never leaves. Briar doesn't want him to leave- god, god, please don't leave. Briar kind of wants to kill him sometimes just to make it all stop. He knows, whatever happens, that he will never marry.

Silas doesn't think there's a single thing Briar could do that would make him leave. They're in it together for the long haul, okay? Honor bound!

They don't really know what they are. Sometimes, Briar allows Silas to kiss him just to pretend he can love someone without it destroying him. He'll be mean, horribly mean, prickly, awful to him the next day. Go away, get away, get away. But Silas doesn't seem to mind.

Silas just genuinely loves him. Briar is so scared of becoming his mother that he tends to emulate his father instead. He's so angry, so hateful, and it's just because he's scared. Silas is covered in (metaphorical) scratch marks but still insists on holding his feral little fox. Like it can be domesticated.

(Foxes mate for life. Did you know that?)

Somehow in the chaos they meet a balance. They work together, sleep in the same bed, share nearly every waking moment together. They're not a couple in name, but Briar would sooner rip out his own eyes than see Silas stand near anyone else.

There's an unspoken plea. Please don't leave me. I know I'm cruel and angry and mean and more like a frightened animal than a real person but I need you to be with me. Even if I bite.

And Silas doesn't know how this is supposed to go, and he doesn't care. He has his person. He's going to stay with his little fox.

Briar lets himself stay in debt, but has the money to pay it all in his enderchest. More than enough to pay it, actually. In case he ever needs a quick out. He likes having contingency plans like that.

The original awesamdad has an end, one where Dream falls horribly ill, on deaths door, and Nettle (14) goes on a quest to find the brother she never knew so that mom can see him one more time. Briar comes home (Silas in toe. Obviously.) and Dream makes a recovery.

Some top tier bullshit happens afterward but this is already So long and also supposed to be about Silas. So I'm fuckin' cutting it here I have a fic I'm supposed to be writing!!

[viperwhispered]

Funny fic idea:

Some RSA prince has a crush on the reader/MC. Being a princeTM, he automatically assumes its a damsel in distress situation. He notices they spend a lot of time at Scarabia and once again assumes that his beloved must be dating that horrible villain Kalim. After all, if he's at NRC he must be evil no matter how good his hospitality skills are. Cue him going to confront Kalim in a contest for the reader's hand in marriage.

Cut to Kalim, post-chapter 4, and no longer as oblivious. He's confused at the open hostility but quickly puts it together. Kalim is about to explain that the so-called damsel is dating Jamil but he stops himself. If he corrects him, then he's just gonna go harass Jamil and he can't have that. So Kalim jokingly accepts the challenge, neither confirming nor denying his relationship with the reader. He sends Jamil off with a list of errands to keep him out of Scarabia (said "errands" include hug your beloved, kiss your dearest, cuddle them, etc).

To combat this threat, Kalim connects with his inner Scarabia student and unlocks his full powers as a professional nuiscence. You see, all NRC students have to pick up certain skills to survive in their respective dorms. Ever since the overblot, Kalim has been perfecting the Scarabian art of fire starting and then acting surprised when shit blows up.

Cue Kalim dragging the RSA prince in a wild goose chase all over NRC while constantly bombarding him with a much more aggressive form of Scarabian hospitality and dialing his energy levels from 10 to 20.

The rest of the dorm and even the school is joining in because 1.Fuck RSA 2.It's the only time the teachers would let them get away with it. Also for Scarabia, their port-CH4 motto is "Happy Jamil, happy Scarabia" (just because their dorm mates doesn't mean they're spared from a good roasting).

Meanwhile, Jamil spends a nice time with his beloved and silently thanking Kalim for the day off. Grim is being babysat by ADeuce, so maybe they finally got enough time for netflix and chill, who knows?

I'm starting to feel like I really should spend more time thinking about Kalim's personality and reading his stories so I could give some proper thoughts to these - I'm really not so confident when it comes to my understanding of him (another reason why Kalim is more of a background character in my fics so far).

Like yes he's the sweet sunshine boy but all these characters are too multidimensional for just the surface reading to be all there is.

I do absolutely love this idea, tho. I don't even know how deliberate Kalim would need to be about this. Like, I could also see him going in with good intentions and not much else, yet his earnestness and enthusiasm being enough to carry him through in the end. 

Plus I can totally see Kalim throwing himself in harm's way for Jamil. How appreciated that would be… well, that’s another thing altogether, isn’t it? And like, whether Jamil would be able to actually chill, knowing all this is going on… Well, that'd require a lot of unlearning of old habits for him, I wouldn't hold my breath. But hey, I'm sure we can help him relax a bit. 

I do also wonder how Jamil would feel about being pushed aside in this situation. Would he feel glad not having to deal with it? I suppose, since it's Kalim doing it, Jamil wouldn't at least take it as so much of a slight for Jamil's ability to handle the situation. Like, say what you will about these two, but I'm sure Jamil knows just how highly Kalim regards Jamil's abilities.

It would be such chaos, tho, and the whole NRC would absolutely be all over it. Some to help you out, some for Jamil or Kalim’s sake, most just for the chance to stick it up for this pompous RSA prince.

And in the end RSA prince comes to the conclusion that Kalim is actually as sweet as he looks and actually maybe Kalim is the one who needs to be saved from NRC (and might be a most eligible match, too). 

Cue Jamil's mixed feelings of a) possibility of respite from Kalim but b) not being able to just let him get “kidnapped” without consequences.

Also that line of “Scarabian art of fire starting and then acting surprised when shit blows up”... If that ain’t Jamil in book 4 to a T. Wonderfully put.

[vengefulcooking]

Made a sweet n sour curry variation— it was meant to be a pineapple chicken, but I had a few missing ingredients (namely uh the chicken) and so I played around with it a bit.

No chicken to coat and cook, so instead I threw in boiled potatoes and sweet potato. I'm really becoming the boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew potion concocter, eh! But I'm moving next week, so this was less of a 'let's go get ingredients!' thing, and more of a chance to use up what's in the fridge so I have to carry and move less stuff.

So we made the sauce as is:

Base:

Sauté chopped onions: heat them in oil on low heat until they're a bit soft

Add spices to it: garlic powder, whatever else your heart fancies in small doses: I used some cinnamon powder and some cayenne. Your salts and peppers.

The sweet n sour bit of the sauce:

Pineapple juice (loads), brown (or w/e) sugar, vinegar, soy sauce (all in equal quantities) and some flour (about half of the sugar, etc.). Technically, the recipe called for cornflour, but if you give it a good five minutes to cook properly, flour is okay.

I also used some of the sweet potato boiling water because it's also kinda sweet and I didn't have as much pineapple. Chicken broth would also do, but like I said. No chicken in my fridge rn.

Keep whisking as you add each bit in so you get an actual sauce without lumps of flour/sugar or stuff settling in layers.

Pro tip: if the flour is the last thing you add, you can taste the proportions as you add stuff. Too sweet? Add more soy. Too much vinegar? More of everything, sorry, you're fucked

Cooking:

Into the base of sautéd onions, add the boiled (and cut, because I'm not a heathen) vegetables: for me it was potatoes and sweet potatoes, but I also had some frozen veg so that went in. Bell peppers n stuff is lovely with this. My pot's (potatoes; this did not look like I thought it would in my head) were soft enough from boiling so honestly I sort of ended up just coating them.

Then add in the sauce, keep stirring, add more broth of choice if you like. If you've got too much pineapple sweetness, then actually do add non-sweet broth. How much is really you vibing it and sizing up your onions: the minute you've got too much water and not enough onion, you will taste the water; the unfortunate truth of cooking is that water is cool, but water is not food. If you want more quantity of food, you uh, need more quantity of food (this was for me, I am bad at proportions).

If you'd like a thicker, more jam-like texture, then firstly the stickiness of pineapple juice from a pineapple helps with that (I got one of those pre-cut ones from the grocer's, they tend to release juice over time). Secondly, go for less liquid, but also remember to account for the fact that some will evaporate because you're cooking.

Sorry if you're smarter than this; if you check the premises of this blog (pinned post) this is basically cooking for dummies. For idiots. For vengeful, low-skilled bastards that want to make something so good, it makes everyone in their life who has doubted their cooking re-think their whole life so far. Such idiots are often so focused on the revenge part of this dish that we forget little details. Like. Water boils when you heat it and then there's less water.

I ended up also adding a finishing sweet and sour (possibly Thai; I can't remember bc it is 2 am) sauce I was enticed to buy at the grocer's even though it was 10 days before I move house. How we all fall. So anyway, I must use the sauce, and in lieu of just coating cooked chicken/shrimp/other meat or veg, I just kinda threw it into the sauce.

Again, this is all optional because it's cupboard-emptying stuff, but I threw in some flax seeds on top, and honestly, when serving, I have also enjoyed it with a dollop of mayonnaise and a small cut of a cheddar cheese slice, but I don't really think using mayo in everyday cooking is a great idea? But also, I had soft-boiled eggs, which also did a fantastic and really fancy-looking job of drizzling into the stew at the very end ('plating', if I may be so bold (<- sucks at plating)). That's vengeful cooking, baby!

And of course, me being me, I finished it with rice. My whole existence is stews for rices. I bought a 3 kg pack of rice because it was 1) long grain (my mum nods in approval) and on discount. But. 10 DAYS BEFORE I MOVE. So yeah, rice bonanza. I am having so much rice. Living a real regal life out here.

And that's the dish! Revenge may be best served cold but please for the love of god have this while it's still hot and mmm so yummy.

Pics tomorrow maybe (though it'll be of a reheat) because it was mmm so yummy that I never took a picture.

(Quick rice tip: water : rice 2:1, + maybe a quarter glass of water extra to keep it from burning if anything fucks up, 18 mins on the timer, start at high heat, when you hear the boiling, turn it down to medium (that's like a 5 on a numbered stove, think 6 o'clock) and then just taste and monitor when you've got around 4 mins left. People say rice is hard, please, rice loves you and it's very easy give it a chance.)

Update:

With some sesame sprinkled because why not. Extra flavour. Lovely eh?

[transientzeal]

Fuck it getting serious for a sec.

When I was a dumb shitty boy in highschool, I was... Well shitty.

I had a girlfriend (at the time, he transitioned so I'll be referring to him as a boy from here on but I feel the dynamic that I was a boy and he was a girl is sorta important here.)

He had low self esteem and poor communication skills. I had an undiagnosed case of hypersexuality and a lack of understanding around consent. My understand was that boys were supposed to pursue girls. That everyone my age wanted to try sex and girls were just scared cus it hurts.

Again I was a dumb and shitty teen. I had not been taught properly. These also weren't conscious and thought out beliefs. These were the sort of underlying misunderstandings that would breakdown if someone actually challenged them, but with how culture is, what you see in movies, tv, etc...

I pressured him into a lot of stuff. I was always touchy, he was never fully onboard.

One day, and I swear this was his idea, he wanted to try bondage. Sure. I found something I could tie him up with (didn't look anything up so these were not safe!) and I tried touching him. He never liked being touched down there. I assumed the whole point of this was to try anyway. I didn't do much, and I don't remember hearing the first "stop". But I did touch him.

Finally I heard him, untied him and our relationship was back to normal. Eventually he broke up with me, no big surprise. And 2 years later he sent me a message explaining how he now understood after therapy that I had raped him.

I'm sure to some of you that might be minor. We're not here to debate that. I was verbally and physically pushy the whole time. I was a dick and have since learned so much and gotten a much healthier outlook on sex and consent.

But you see when he sent me that message explaining how shitty I was I didn't know what to do. I told my mom and my (at the time) step-dad cus I felt like a fucking monster. I sent them the message. They read it. My stepdad agreed I was a monster. My mom didn't know what to say and just followed his lead. They didn't talk to me for a while after that. I tried to kill myself, not out of grief or anything, but because I legitimately thought it was the right thing to do.

I was scared though, so I lived. My older sibling eventually heard about it and talked to me. They managed to talk me down, understood that I didn't mean to hurt anyone and that I could learn and grow now. I did.

Now over 10 years after all that, I've had a chance to talk to my mom. She resents her ex-husband for his response and wishes she could have been there for me. Told me I wasn't a monster and that while I had made a huge mistake and done some major harm, that there wasn't something wrong with me. I'm not sure if it's fair to say it wasn't my fault, but at least there's more to it than just me being a dick.

I don't have contact with that boy anymore. I hope he's doing ok, genuinely. I have spoken to another SA survivor though who, of all people, told me that carrying around this guilt with me isn't helping. I believe her and I'm trying to heal. Trying to... Forgive myself I guess.

My older sibling is a child of rape. I don't know if I knew that back then but I wonder if my mom had sat me down and talked about all that to me, had explained to me that I'm not like the bastard who did that to her, because he didn't cry once he realized how much pain he had caused.... Sorry I'm... I'm sorta spiraling here.

I guess, I'll just keep trying to heal. Just keep moving forward.

[oopsiedaisymae]

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xoxoxo💋💋💋😘♥️

CORT!!! thank you for the ask <33

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

is... is this my chance? my chance to ramble about sasazuka?

in case you're not one of the 14 people who've played collar x malice, it's a crime thriller otome about an organization carrying out terrorist attacks in shinjuku, japan. you're an associate officer in the shinjuku police department who gets kidnapped during a late night patrol and placed in a poisonous collar by the terrorist organization with one explicit order: to investigate the incidents building up to the incoming mass terror event, x-day. you are rescued from the initial encounter by a private detective agency. you must partner with them and their two police contacts to solve the mysteries of x-day and stop the terrorist organization once and for all.

takeru sasazuka is THIS bastard. he's one of the main love interests in the game and a member of the private detective agency investigating x-day. he's such a fucking asshole and i love him so much. problematic fav. my garbage man. sasazuka is the savant hacker and tsundere trope. he's very standoffish and kind of mean to the player but as the story progresses, he warms up to you. he's an acquired taste for sure but... idk. i could fix him. make him worse. be his plaything. idc. he's the type where i don't even want my friends to play the game bc i'm worried they'll think my big fat crush on him is toxic. girl i KNOW. he's an ass an yet i'm so into him. god.

in terms of fics, i... actually don't have any solid ones i've written for collar x malice. i have an oc x sasazuka fic somewhere on ao3 that i don't talk about bc, again, there's like 14 people in this fandom. i posted it on tumblr way back in the past and it FLOPPED so i took it down. but i do really like this game. i just don't have many headcanons that have actually made it to a fic. if i wrote more for it, i'd include some of the following:

despite the way he talks about his relationship with the mc and his preference for someone shorter than him, more submissive, etc. i do think sasazuka could handle someone a bit more his "speed". someone wittier, more likely to snap back at his quips and keep up with his personality, even someone who's a bit taller than him. i think he doesn't realize he's moreso attracted to qualities that make up for what he lacks: an outward resilence and optimism, skills in a domestic sphere (cooking. it's cooking. quit eating donuts and ramen jackass), and just someone who he can genuinely respect and see as an equal. while the game sort of frames it as "only ichika or someone exactly like her could be his type", i'd like to think he's more flexible on that front than he realizes

sasazuka has panic attacks and PTSD. he's someone that's very secretive and dismissive of his own mental health, but losing someone close to you to gun violence and then moving back to japan only to waltz into a massive terrorist crisis and weapon mandate is truly insane. i think it's not unlikely that he'd have more panic attacks and general PTSD symptoms than the game depicts.

sasazuka was born in and is ethnically japanese, but i think from living in america so long, he's got some western sensibilities. something that sticks out to me almost immediately is that hatred for matcha he has--that feels so american to me i cannot explain it. fuck that grass juice. i think he's more open to affection than the average japanese citizen bc he grew up in the us, which is much more open about affection. the food portion sizes come to mind as well. that man can EAT. it's not even so much certain things as it is just... vibes. i think he just has this energy about him from growing up in america.

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

being funny on purpose is so hard omg. i think a lot of the funnier concepts i have either stay in concept or end up being used in a way that's not outwardly funny, if that makes sense? i have a fairly dry sense of humor, so i don't think any of my works are laugh out loud worthy. for example, i think the "boys will be boys" headcanons i wrote for obey me are funny. same with random headcanons for the collar x malice boys that i can't stop thinking about for collar x malice. i'd like to think i'm funny irl, but oftentimes i find explicit humor hard to weave into fics.

(off of tumblr, will say a fanfiction concept i had was having a flippant 20-something in a house full of murderers frame her experience like it's the office. in a talking head, she laments that people around the house don't appreciate her enough, then it cuts to her setting off the smoke alarm by holding up a burning piece of paper to it.)

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation?

IF -- HAS ZERO FANS IM DEAD

in all seriousness, it's the em dash. idk why it doesn't autocorrect from the two dashes on tumblr, but. you get it. you see my soul. i literally have to pace myself and not use them too often in fics. i think it's just the perfect way to connect two thoughts. i love it. MWAH. em dash you will always be famous.

i can't think of any phrases i overuse in particular, but i'm sure someone could point it out to me and i'd see it immediately 🤡