#and is obvs down for any scheme

[mercutiotakethewheel]

trans kendra would not bother to come out to stan but would instead simply gaslight him into believing that he’d genuinely forgotten she was his grandaughter. he calls her by her deadname in book one and she’d simply *pikachu face* “you dont know my name?” rather than risk coming out to her grandfather she barely knows.

and i believe this in my heart.

[padfootastic]

exam szn is coming up which obviously means ore distractions, as everyone knows. so what better than to come back to tumblr lol so many tag games etc piling up that i wanna dooooooo

so. let’s have a lil snippet time!

thanks for the tag @in-flvx 💜 this one’s from a wip that was supposed to have been finished & posted for jilypad week but,,,,here we are,,,,,

“Sirius!” Lily exclaims. “We were looking for you.”

“Oh?” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek before bending down to pick Harry up, who immediately cuddles into his arms with a tired sigh. Poor baby, must’ve been exhausted by all the excitement at the beach.

“Yeah, regarding tonight—“ Sirius gulped quietly at the way she said that “—Your room is a bit…messy, I’m sorry. We were reorganising and well, y’know how it goes…”

She shrugs apologetically but all Sirius can think about is how she called it ‘his room’. Not the guest room, not the spare, but his room. Sirius’. He once again pushes past the mushy feelings that rise in him at that little distinction.

“Oh, it’s—it’s fine, I can just take the couch, no problem.” Even if his feet tend to hang off the end, and the edges are a bit lumpy, it’s fine. He resolutely doesn’t think about his comfortable Alaskan King at home.

“Of course you can’t!” Lily scowls at him. “We’re not gonna put you in a couch in your own house, Sirius.”

There it was again, the reference to him belonging here. It was a bit presumptuous, slightly possessive but Sirius was a dog at heart, he was never going to turn down ownership.

“Er—the nursery, then?” he asks, confused.

“What, crammed up in Harry’s crib beside him?” she says with a scoff, “Don’t be silly.”

Sirius blinks. “Where am I sleeping then?”

“With us, of course.” He jumps at the voice booming from behind him, clutching Harry tighter to his chest, whirling around to find James munching on a carrot.

“Where did you come from?” Sirius mutters under his breath before straightening up and saying, louder, “And what do you mean with you?”

“Well, like Lily said,” and here he sends a meaningful, entirely undecipherable, look towards his wife who…blushes? “Your room’s temporarily indisposed, the couch isn’t even an option—don’t give me that look, you barely fit on the thing—and the floor is gonna mess up your back worse than it is.”

“Oi!”

“So, our room it is.”

Right. Of course. Because that’s the obvious conclusions. How could he say no?

(Again, he can’t so he doesn’t)

It’s twenty minutes later, after Harry’s been put to bed, thoroughly kissed by his parents and godfather, after James is done with his nighttime turmeric milk and Lily’s put her hair up into braids and Sirius has taken out all his rings and chains and bracelets—that’s when he’s stumped by yet another problem.

How, exactly, are they going to sleep in one bed?

“We’re just going to expand it a little, Pads, don’t worry,” James says, supremely unconcerned.

He goggles at that, staring at the casual wand work. A part of him wonders why this is the extent of magic they’re using to solve this problem—James can conjure a bed Silenced, with his eyes closed—but promptly decides to not dwell on that for everyone’s sake.

[littlest-bugz]

The Collective You

[one system's brief advice about accepting the idea of the collective you]

One of the best pieces of system advice started from a tumblr post and was elaborated by my DID specialist. I can't find the original tumblr post that started it, so I'm making a little post of my own <3 Share the knowledge. and also hope that someone can link the original post lol.

When I was REALLY going through it™ with my first diagnosis w/ DID, and a lack of integration, all of my alters felt like separate individuals, some of us feeling as distanced as a coworker or a stranger altogether. We were just getting a grasp on internal communication between all of our subsystems, and it was rough. We felt so entirely differentiated that we were our own people trapped in one body. While I don't really care about what language you use, all alters in CDDs are a part of one person [there's only one body and brain]- the collective you.

So obvs, I'm scrolling tumblr like the chronically online doomscroller that I am, and I see this post that goes along the line of not knowing who you are, but knowing you are 'you', regardless of who you are [referring to alters]. And it said something like "we're all me enough to pick up our meds"- something like that. iirc it was a half light hearted, half advice post, but that was really good advice for me. I kind of internalized it after I processed it in therapy. It's actually why I have started to love parts language lately tbh.

After further processing this idea in therapy, Identity Confusion stopped mattering in the grand scheme of things. I focused less on worrying about who I was, and just focused on the fact that I'm me. Just like the post I saw- We are all me. The example of all being me enough to pick up my medications just applied, like, everywhere. Even when it came down to the smallest things- with coping with other symptoms too.

Oh? I don't like coffee right now? I guess I should switch to something else. [differentiated alters]

Oh? I have barely any drawing skills right now? Okay, really sucks but I can work on something else and come back to it later. [skill variance between alters]

Oh? I have to go to a doctor's appointment? I know I'll forget that- Gotta write a list, and put it up on the board so I remember. [day to day amnesia]

You know what happened? My dissociation got better! Not immediately or entirely, obviously, and my memory [re amnesia] still sucks, but that's part of the disorder- plus other disorders that I have. This idea of the collective you is something that I think is really beneficial to all CDD systems, especially during the mid to later stages of recovery.

I, admittedly, credit most of my healing to conversations I have had with my DID specialist. Especially since, without her, I wouldn't have been able to process this idea of the collective me further, but the conversation wouldn't have been started if I hadn't seen that post on tumblr. This was a budding concept with us due to the separation we had. It helped with integration. GRANTED... Not every alter got the memo, obviously, but It's something that I'm still working on. Of course, being me comes with the prerequisite that I am a person with DID, and that I am made up of multiple parts.

Now for the piece of advice I got from my therapist- Though it requires a certain level of knowledge of your own system, such as a list of alters and some identifying info [fav drinks, fav colors, those type of things]. Look at the list of your alters wherever it may be. Just whatever you use for logging your system members. Look for the commonalities between alters. There will be at least some commonalities.

For example; A good 45% of us like bunnies, 45% like cats, and 10% have a liking for other kinds of animals. Using this information, I can pretty much deduce that 1. the collective me loves animals and 2. the collective me likes cats and bunnies especially.

Another example; I looked through our simplyplural, which has a favorite color thing [in ours at least]. By looking through the list, I figured out 1. wow I like literally all colors- my fav color is rainbows and 2. I especially like pink and light blue.

More examples; the list.. THE LIST... I looked through it and saw that a good 90% of us like MONSTER ENERGY DRINKS- of varying flavors, but the common denominator was Ultra Strawberry Dreams, but all of us like [or tolerate] water as a preferred drink. From there I can come to the conclusion that I prefer water over anything else and that I have a problem with monster [being light hearted but I genuinely do].

I hope you get the idea I'm going for. I used this process for nearly every aspect of our collective identity, though some had to genuinely be voted on, such as our LGBTQIA+ labels [offline, we just call ourself queer, but that's.. aside the point LMAO].

Obviously, there are going to be outliers- Having DID comes with the fun [/s] aspect of alters being differentiated from each other in some capacity. Example for the monster energy one- We have a handful of alters that HATE energy drinks- even just fizzy drinks in general. There's one guy who will only drink Black Coffee and water- nothing else. He's the guy who is always hiding away our monsters in the way back of the fridge, but guess what!! He's me!! The part of me that doesn't want me to ruin my health over energy drinks. The part of me that knows I deserve better than my unhealthy habits.

Getting to know the collective you is just like learning about your system! It is not inherently different than figuring out what an alters dislikes or likes are. The idea of The Collective You shouldn't feel scary or anxiety inducing- if it is, you may want to confront those feelings with a therapist if you have access to one. Every CDD system is the collective [or, well, system] of one fragmented individual- That is a studied and objective fact. I wanted to give advice from one recovering system to another.

No, this will not work for everyone, every system is different, but I'm hoping this post finds the right audience in knowing that it's worth a shot to try this!

[jhscdood]

i am not in the Fandom so idk if this has already been established, and it's been a while since i did a reread, but

(and i have a migraine so bear with me)

at the end of Much Ado About Nothing, the Prince still doesn't have a wife, and I think that is his narrative punishment for being a credulous little misogynist.

Benedick talks a big "i hate marriage" game for half the play but when it comes down to the wire, he chooses to believe the women over the accusers Every Time, Immediately. and in the end he gets a wife who is his equal in every way and theyre obvs going to argue their way to enduring happiness all their lives.

(the wife is not his reward in a dehumanizing, objectifying way -- just that he Did The Work to become a better person, whicj make Beatrice reassess him as a potential mate and go "Yeah Ok")

Claudio talks a big "I love marriage and Hero" game but he falls for it every time someone suggests Hero might maybe possibly have looked at another dude for half a second. But when he's proven wrong, he publicly repents and agrees to atone by marrying Leonato's "other niece." So he gets a wife, too, but one who is going to hold this shit over his head for the rest of their lives.

Don John plays all these games just to fuck with them because game playing is the only power he has left. He doesn't get a wife, but he doesn't care, so whatever. not getting something he never wanted is not exactly a huge problem for him.

The prince makes two marriage proposals over the course of the play. To Hero, who he then gives to Claudio. And to Beatrice, who turns him down flat. Like Claudio, he believes the accusations against Hero. Unlike tiny baby Claudio, the prince is a grown ass man who should have the brains and the political skills to see through the whole charade. but he fails to clock the manipulation because he'd rather hop on the opportunity to trash Hero. He eggs on Claudio thru his revenge scheme. When Benedick confronts the prince and Claudio over Hero's "death", tiny baby Claudio is the one who starts to have doubts and guilt whereas the prince doesnt change his attitude until Boraccio is like "Yeah I totally snowed you guys."

Does the prince do any repenting after that. like Claudio? No. Does he offer any atonement to Leonato? No. And so, the prince, who wants a wife, remains sans wife at the end of the play because he hasnt done any of the work to deserve one, and also because out of all the villains in the play, he's the biggest one.

thus ends my very migrainey thinky thoughts about the prince

[giddiebeingdork]

You know, after rereading the manga again, I realize that even if Anya doesn't know what Damian felt towards her, she might be able to feel how intense his feelings are.

Here's the thing, due to her telepathic power, Anya is not only able to see how extreme someone's thoughts are, but she's also can feel how strong their emotions about it. Sometimes it affects her personally because of how strong those feelings are.

(Spoilers for the manga obv in case you haven't read it yet)

One example, is when she first met Yuri and read his thoughts.

Yuri's obsession with Yor managed to make her feel some kind of heartburn 「胸焼け」 (or in Anya's case 「むねやけ」) because of how intense Yuri's feelings about Yor.

Another example when she first met Fiona/Nightfall.

When I read the manga, I honestly don't find that her (Fiona/Nightfall) thoughts affecting Anya directly, but she still knows how intense about it, to the point where she even compared them to Becky's thoughts when she first meeting Loid.

My last example is when she first read Melinda's mind after the bus hijacking.

She even thinks that her thoughts about Damian is the same as Yuri's thoughts about Yor, where she refers to him as "uncle" here.

So let's recap some of the damianya moments again, shall we?

The fact it happens thrice in one chapter lol, and Damian denying any kinds of feelings towards her didn't help the situation either 😭

Then in chapter 88 when she read his mind

And then in chapter 95-96

Some things to note here, is that everytime Anya's felt about how intense Damian's thoughts and feelings about her, she use the words 「さむけ」 which means "chill" or some sort of "shiver" (anyone who can speaks or fluent about the Japanese language, feel free to correct me!), the word can also be use to describe it metaphorically, like when you feel uneasy or scared. If it's not the 「さむけ」 word, the manga sound effect wrote it as ぞわぞわ, which could be means "shiver" or "shudder"

Personally I think it's funny how Anya making a move on the friendship scheme with Damian and then back down the second she saw his mind about her 😂

Well that's just for my thoughts, let me know what you think!

[zwolfgames]

Goblin camp overtake (drabble) Platonic!Yandere!BG3 x Teen!Reader

(Hopefully it's a bit accurate because ive only played the story twice for now so i dunno all the posibilities.)

Summary: Teen!reader and the squad go take defeat the goblins. Therefore meeting Halsin, and Minthara again.

Warnings: Death (obv), mentions of gore, Goblins

Other related BG3 by me: Intro, Gith creché

The sun was shining, the flowers in the forest were blooming... On days like this, kids like you had been tasked with commuting genocide on the local goblins.

Not that you really cared. They were little shitheads... Stole your laundry once back when you lived with your mom... before all this...

But getting closer to this alleged camp wasn't making you any more at ease. You could already imagine the stench of those sweaty creatures when you have to inevitably walk into that camp. Which you've heard is actually just an old temple.

You've noticed over time that people in your little group have gotten... well, friendlier. For example: Lae'zel was no longer throwing you glares, Shadowheart remembered your name, Astarion has indoctrinated you into his schemes... Yea, the three most hostile people had warmed up to you.

And the other have just... always been quite nice.

Well, Wyll still didn't seem to approve of you, a minor, coming along. But he didn't really have a choice as the others were not allowing him to take you back to the Emerald Grove. Guess they really do find you too funny to lose then.

"Ugh, the stench is disgusting." Karlach waves the air under her nose away.

"It is the smell of a goblin camp. What were you expecting? Tchk. And I myself find this odor quite thrilling. It promises of a good fight." Lae'zel slightly smirks. Clawed hands flexing around the handle of her greatsword.

"Of course you do... Tough the smell of blood has never scared me away." Astarion, in turn, chuckles in that weird posh way. You raise a brow.

"So you're sure you're not a vampire?" You question sarcastically. The pale elf gasps in mock offense.

"Of course not. I merely like the smell." He huffs. Right, so that time you saw him hunt down a boar must have been make belief.

The rest of the party didn't comment anymore as you made your way to the camp.

Gale had thrown his arm around your shoulder to keep you at the back. He excused that as 'magic users stay behind so they can asses the battlefield'. But he probably just didn't want to accidently get Lae'zels sword through his back.

This mission to save some druid calmed Halsin was looking like a total hassle. But hey, why not do side quests while the worm in your head is ready to kill you?

Whatever person lives in your head didn't take kindly to your remark as you heard the voice say they'd protect you.

Right, bullshit. You're just developing pshycosis. A hundred percent that.

"Y/N. If they target you, I want you to run, alright?" Wyll speaks calmly.

"Well, I mean, not that I don't want to but were kind of in this together -" You start nonchalantly.

"Don't listen to the human. It is unhonerable to run from a fight." Lae'zel scolds like a lecturing general.

Well, do you really care about your honor? It's not like you're trying to capture the Avatar here-

"Yea yea, got it, boss." You sigh. The slight stress makes its way to your head. It's just some goblins, right? Nothing a good magic missile can't solve... Right?

You take back your words quite quickly when Astarion smooth talks his way past the outside security to let your group pass. There's like... at least fifty goblins here!

You feel an arm slitter around your shoulders. Looking up, you can see Lae'zels warry face.

She's gripping that greatsword quite harshly, a bit scared, maybe? Tough you doubt it, it's Lae'zel..

You ignore the stink eyes these little creatures are throwing you and walk along with your group.

"My, what a festive place, no? Look, they even have booze." Astarion muses with his typical smug grin.

"We're not here to party." Gale groans. The wizard stares at the goblins in distaste. You note that everyone is on edge

A goblin child sticks her tingue out at you, so you do the same, blowing raspberries for good meassure. This action earns you a dissaproving look by Wyll.

"So where's this druid? I don't want to be here any longer then needed." Shadowheart complains with a little wave infront of her nose to showcase that she thinks this place stinks.. Wich it does.

"Let's ask!" Karlach offers her idea.

"You've got to be the most optimistic person I've met and we have a literal child in the group." Gale groans.

"You can't miss any of the chances you take." Karlach shrugs.

"Let's just gut all of them. I'm sure we can search for the druid in peace then." Astarion smirks.

"For once, I agree with the pale one." Lae'zel sneers.

You watch your group bicker a bit longer as you wander out of the grip you had been put in. Walking around the goblin camp instead.

Mhh, a clear booze tub. They're drunk. Quite ideal.

You scan around the area, a certain tall woman catches your eye, seeing as she isn't a goblin.

Wait a minute, you've met her before! She almost killed you on the beach when the Nautiloid crashed!

The nerve of that woman, she doesn't deserve the same hairstyle as your mother.

Astarion had snuk out of the argument your group of idiots was having right in the middle of the goblin camp. He stuck himself to your side, observing along with you.

"You seem... focussed. You have an idea, do you not?" The pale elf asks smoothly.

"An inkling. They're drinking, and Nettie gave us wyvern poison... I mean...?" You let your gaze travel to the booze tub. Astarions red eyed orbs follow along. You can see a sharp toothed grin spread across his face.

"I just know we're going to be great friends, Y/N.." He smirks and puts a cold hand on your shoulder.

You just smile in satisfaction that your plan is apparently good. Before you know it, Astarions snatched the poison out of Shadowhearts pocket. You watch the man go invisible to presumably go dunk the booze in poison. Or maybe he's gonna drink it... But he never seemed suicidal... So it should be fine.

"Y/N, c'mon, we're going into the temple, the druid should be there." Karlach waves you over.

You nod and join the group again. Getting tucked back under someone's shoulder.

The first leader of the Goblins you had met was a priestess. And oh boy, defenitly not your favourite... She wanted to brand you! Is she nuts!?

So anyways, Lae'zel chopped her head off... Uh... props to Wyll for covering your eyes.

Then there was Dror Ragzlin. Scary guy that one. Almost twice your size, mean face and doing necromancy. Yikes.

Unfortunatly, you did have to help in this fight. There were goblins storming in through the door and well just that beast of an orc.

So you you just started blasting spells at the incoming goblins. Fireball and Ice Knife were a nice combo, no? Make em slip and then steam the ice and do damage? Sounds logical to you. Was anyone else smelling barbeque or just you?

When that got taken care of, Karlach strapped a helmet to your head and lead you back to the group.

The last leader was the same woman that had tried to kill you. Minthara, apparently. You've never seen a real drow, so this was cool. Except for the part where she tried to kill all of you. That wasn't that cool...

Just before she was supposed to just die, Lae'zel had accidently hit one of the wooden beams in the room. The ceiling collapsed right infront of you.

Well, maybe she's dead? Atleast it's not your problem anymore?

After all the goblins inside had straight up been slayed, Astarion joined the group once more, seeming quite pleased with himself.

"Where have you been?" Gale asks sternly. Raising an eyebrow in suspiscion. It's still quite annoying that nobody really trusts anyone here..

"Let's just say the situation outside is taken care off." Astarion boasts proudly.

"Really? And you did that, alone?" Shadowheart states in a disbelieving tone. Gods forbid the fancy man does anything impressive.

"Yes! Is that so hard to believe?" Astarion scoffs and crosses his arms.

"Very." Shadowheart argues back.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Lae'zel adds.

Wyll and Karlach just exchange glances. Well you know that he did it. So there's no need for your input-

"Ahhh!" You eep in fear as a large man had appeared behind you. Wich is very scary considering every one in this temple was supposed to be dead.

"Calm down little cub, I mean no harm." The large man smiles reasuringly.

You stagger back to Lae'zels side. This man... Elf ears.. Brown hair. Ah, druid attire? Halsin, perhaps?

"And who are you?" Shadowheart asks for all of you.

"Halsin. You were sent here to come chack on me, or are you just lost adventurers?" Halsin asks with that same smile.

"Well, we found him. Back to the grove-" Gale starts walking off before Karlach grabs the rim of his robes to keep him in the group.

"We did come here for you. Have the goblins hurt you?" Wyll asks calmly. Halsin shakes his head.

"Nothing I can't handle. Why the cub?" Halsin tilts his head at you.

"They're actually an immortal being in the form of a child. Wiser then any of us." Astarion makes up.

Halsin raises a brow. Clearly not believing that.

"Right. But like your little wizard said, we should get back. I am sure the grove has missed me." Halsin hums.

"Don't think so, they're closing it off frol the outside world." You mention calmly.

"What." Halsin stops smiling. You just shrug, that's all you picked up from it.

Halsin frowns and starts walking out. What determination.

Your group eventually exits the dead silent temple after having taken any valuables. Can't leave without some loot, who knows if you're getting paid!

As you walk out the large door, the death Astarion had caused is quite visible, dead goblins everywhere. R.I.P, you won't be missed.

Now that that's taken care of, who knows what adventures await you thanks to this stupid worm in your brain!

Not the best, but it's something. Yan feelings gotta develop trough the story but I'm not fully there yet.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Heyyyy I need to know what Swap!Harlequin Pomni's living situation is, and how her Caine fits into it... No reason in particular..

(Totally not for a fic I'm cooking, not at alllll)

;3

Her living situation is the fact that I was thinking: she's living in a large underground hideout (one of those war bunkers) hidden inside a broken down shed that sat abandoned for years until roleswap!Pomni and Abel found it and repurposed it for themselves. Since they're on the run, they can't exactly risk on staying on a big mansion like Harlequin!Caine does in the canon story.

On the surface, it looks like a very dilapidated bunker entrance and opening the surface entrance door would lead to an "unstable" walkway down that had seemingly collapsed in on itself, but if you were able to put in the effort of moving the "debris" out of the way, You'd realize that it's actually just a coverup to make sure the place never gets explored beyond the "collapsed" walkway. How is this coverup possible? One of Pomni's many magic tricks.

Opening the inner door and hopping onto the open elevator with barely any protective railings on it, it's layers upon layers of rooms, and there's a small open space in the middle of it all, with a tall high beam support connecting the layers to ensure that the place doesn't collapse in on itself. Caine likes to use these beams as like an obstacle course of sorts for getting up and down.

This is a rough layout on how I think it'd be, not the final look obvs but it is a start that I can improve on later down the line

There's a number of 'broken-but-still-kicking' Puppets living in this space, all being taken care of and attempted to be fixed back into their prime to give them a shot at living a life that was robbed from them. Not exactly in tip top shape, but hey. At the very least, they have a safe space away from their abusive masters, and the duo never claimed they were good at this kind of thing anyways.

Pomni does have an office, but it's significantly smaller, very homely and she doesn't spend as much time in there unless it's wanting a small enclosed space to simply smoke in, thinking of a gameplan for their current situation or figuring out what to do for the day, and the day after that. Even more surprising is the fact that Caine likes this area the most and stays in there for extended periods of time, whether Pomni is in or not. He's in a calmer state when that happens, so Pomni lets him be.

Speaking of Caine, how does he fit into all this? He just does. He's actually not as energetic as Harlequin!Pomni, being an Assassin Harlequin instead of an active fighter; he's much more toned down and surprisingly well-behaved in the grand scheme, if at all irritated at the entire situation and how he had let his guard down enough to be roped into her mess. Passive-aggressive and speaks in a low tone like he's constantly judging, which he is lmfao.

... But that doesn't mean he doesn't ask for a target Puppet to locate, capture and bring back (if he can't kill them lol) to be inaugurated to Pomni's cause. He's still acting on directives like a normal Puppet would.

He does find out one day that he has a knack for making/fixing mechanical things, after finding Abel's pathetic attempt to reverse engineer an old mechanical wonder. This newfound passion of his could occupy him for hours (or days usually) on end, and frankly? it's nice to have peace and quiet instead of him going off on her ear about how the whole place is a damn OSHA violation completely.

Even goes to the extent that he knows the ins and outs of a Puppet body like an expert surgeon would with the body of their patient, which... Pomni finds quite interesting because as far as she knows, there's only one person in her eyes who could be a natural at something like that.

[kitten4sannie]

22 - ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ

ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪ�� ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ

pairing: pervert! yeosang x pervert! reader (fem) feat. wingman? wooyoung  

genre: college au, smut

summary: you finally meet your match.

w.c: 3.1k

warnings: hard dom! yeosang, sub! reader, perversion (obv), implied stalking, olfactophilia, heavy degradation, sweat fetish?? idk, name calling, manhandling, masturbation, oral (giving), deep throating, cum drinking

a/n: the man’s got pythons for arms i’m telling you. also the category is: filth. like this shit is gross hehe <3

FFF Masterlist

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When people asked you why you were always hanging around the track club after your classes ended, you usually told them that it was because you liked to watch people run, which was true, to be fair, but there was a deeper reason — one that you could never actually tell anyone. Or else you risked looking like a…a….

“Y/N,” Wooyoung called out, walking up a couple bleachers in your direction, waving his hand around to catch your attention, though you continued to sit there in silence, watching the various runners make their way around the bend of the track you were near, your heart thumping away in your chest when your muse made his way towards you.

“Y/N!” he tried again, this time walking into your aisle and placing his hands on his hips, waiting for you to acknowledge his existence.

Kang Yeosang. He was unlike anybody you’ve ever seen before. He had the face of a prince, but the body of a beast. Always going without a shirt when he ran, his sweaty, solid upper body was always on display for you to gawk at. His muscles were always so tense when he ran, his hands formed into fists, making his biceps and triceps pop out, his many veins taut against his porcelain skin. It was like he was sculpted by Donatello himself. He could probably toss you around if he wanted to. Take you any way he wanted. Hold you down. Put you in your place. Oh no. You were doing it again.

Before you could stare at his thick thighs, Wooyoung took a step in front of you and blocked your view of him. He glanced back at Yeosang, before waving his hand around in front of your face. When you came to, looking up at him with wide eyes, he said, “Are you really that cock-hungry that you didn’t even hear or see me this whole time?”

“What do you mean?” you asked in a slightly higher tone, feigning innocence. “I was just…staring off into space. That’s my whole thing, you know?”

Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, sitting down next to you and lowering his backpack to the floor to give his shoulders a rest. “Y/N, if you like Yeosang so much, you should act like a normal human being and just talk to him.”

Talk to him? That would require you to actually interact with him, see his pretty face and smell his intoxicating musk up close, hear his deep, sultry voice, and have his intense piercing gaze focusing solely on you. You didn’t know if you could handle that, but then again...maybe it’d be alright if he found out you’re actually a…

“Runner,” you mumbled to yourself, not saying it loud enough for your friend to hear.

“Huh?” Wooyoung questioned, squinting at you and leaning closer, encouraging you to hold up a finger, like you just came up with a grand scheme.

Without realizing, you had grabbed Wooyoung by the shoulders and shook him a bit too fast, making him whine. “I’ll join the track club! Then it’ll be more natural for me to interact with him! Isn’t that genius, Woo?”

Once you let go, he patted your thigh supportively, giving you a crooked smile. “You make Bill Nye look like a goddamn joke!”

“Huh?” you mirrored his reaction from earlier, your face crinkling up in confusion. “Bill Nye…? The guy from those VHS tapes?”

Wooyoung waved his hand nonchalantly, not bothering to explain himself. He stood up and slung his backpack onto his shoulder, giving you a soft smile, holding his hand out towards you. “Let’s go to the office so we can get you signed up, lover girl.”

-

Sitting on the asphalt with your legs spread apart, your fingers slid forward along the ground, your upper body slowly moving forward along with them.

“Here, let me help,” Yeosang said out of nowhere, his large hands on your back, crouched down behind you, prompting you to whip your head back to look at him like a deer in headlights. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just want to help you stretch…Y/N, right?”

He made sure to say your name in a puzzled voice, acting as if he didn’t know everything about you. Where your favorite place to visit was. It was a local boba shop. Your favorite drink to order was a matcha milk tea with honey boba. You were so adorable. He also knew the bus route that you took home. How you always fumbled with your keys before entering your apartment. How your blinds were always open just enough for him to see you playing with yourself in the late night hours.

Looking away just in time to hide your perverse smile, you answered, “Thanks. Yeah, that’s me.” You felt his hands push onto your upper back, slowly folding you down, your legs still spread wide. “Yeosang, right?” As if you didn’t know his full name. His address. How he preferred to wake up at 5 in the morning for runs, but not before he had breakfast. His favorite thing to eat was always a protein drink and a granola bar. He was so cute.

“That’s right,” he mumbled next to your ear, his voice low and breathy, pushing you farther down, making you let out a small whining sound, your legs starting to burn painfully. “I know it hurts, but it’s supposed to…and it’s okay, since you like this sort of thing, right?”

Were you hearing things right? How did he even know about your kink preferences? Or was he simply also a–

“A masochist?” you questioned, letting out a strained moan when he grunted into your ear and pushed you down further, your face almost making contact with the rough ground. “Are you–fuck–trying to ask me if I enjoy pain, Yeosang?”

“It seems like you do, Y/N. You would’ve already told me to stop if you didn’t.” Yeosang held you in place for a bit, licking his lips after hearing the low whimpering sounds that were coming out of your throat, knowing you were in a significant amount of pain.

He didn’t let up until you murmured, “So does that make you a sadist, Yeosang?” You looked up to watch him stand and lift one of his shoes up back against his glutes, holding the end of his shoe and giving his thigh a good stretch.

“Mm, yeah, it does,” he nodded, swapping one leg for the other to stretch it properly, watching you stand up in front of him and stretch too. His gaze traveled down your half clothed body, focusing on your too-small sports bra and the tiniest pair of bike shorts he’d ever seen. And you were drinking in the sight of him just like he was doing with you. You were finally in his grasp.

Fucking. Finally.

After consuming jar upon jar of protein powder and forcing himself to complete fierce sessions of cardio with weight lifting intervals, he had finally gotten big and bulky. His trainer and gym friends praised him on the daily, but his perfect body wasn’t for him — it was for you. He knew you’d like it considering all the porn you watched involved someone with his build. Someone big and strong. Someone who could treat you like the pretty little doll you were. It was finally his turn.

Giving you a smile that was almost borderline threatening, he added, “Guess we’re a pretty good match, huh?”

-

Running wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do if you hadn’t done it consistently since high school. You definitely realized that now. Your thighs and calves burned, your hamstrings screamed at you to be put out of their misery, and you were starting to get a cramp in your stomach, but it was all worth it. Completely worth it. Your muse, your everything, Yeosang, looked so delicious running ahead of you, allowing you to become entranced by his almost snow-white hair bouncing along with his movements, his big thighs that routinely rubbed against one another due to being so large, his shorts routinely hiking up to reveal more veiny, porcelain skin. You wanted to lick it. Bite it. Taste it. It was probably salty and sweet. Your favorite combination.

Feeling your eyes on him from behind, Yeosang gazed back at you over his shoulder, the slightest smirk visible on his otherwise neutral face. You bit your lip, wiping some sweat from your forehead, wondering if he had any idea how truly dedicated you were to him. If he asked you to give him a bath with only your tongue after a run, you would without a second of hesitation. There probably wasn’t a limit to what you’d do for him.

Once most of the runners slowly exited the track and headed to the shower rooms, you plopped down onto a nearby bleacher, trying to catch your breath without looking like you were about to have a heart attack.

Yeosang made his way over to you, sitting down beside you, his sweaty, solid upper arm pressing slightly into your bare one, making you scream internally. “That was a good run, huh?” When you smiled at him and gave him a small nod, he let out a low groaning sound, leaning his head back. “God, it feels so fucking good. The endorphins, you know?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, replaying the sound he just made inside your head over and over, wondering if that’s what he sounded and looked like when he was getting head. “Yeah. It feels really good…”

Yeosang leaned his shoulder further into yours, his large thigh slowly pressing into your significantly smaller one, making you look down for a second to appreciate how his shorts were starting to ride up. “Do you think it’s better than cumming? Like when it feels so good, your body’s shaking and your eyes are rolling back into your head?”

Were you dreaming? Was this one of your countless daydreams you somehow got yourself stuck in?

“I’m not really sure…” you murmured, already so soaked that there was a wet patch forming on your tight gray bike shorts. However, you didn’t even notice, not wanting to tear your sights away from the slight bulge that sat inside Yeosang’s own shorts, your eyes trailing the outline of his cock going down the inside of his thigh.

Yeosang shook his head slightly, wetting his lips. You were so precious. So pretty. Such a p– “Should we test it out then?”

You were definitely dreaming, and you never wanted to wake up ever again.

“Test it out…?” You slowly looked up at him and into his brown eyes, unable to keep a lewd expression from presenting itself, your cheeks burning. “When?”

With a flip of a switch, Yeosang’s entire persona did a 180, his eyes losing any semblance of kindness, his lips forming an eerie grin, instead reflecting the same perversion you offered him. “Who knew the shy ones were the biggest whores? You just met me and you’re willing to fuck yourself in front of me, hm?”

You bit your lip at his words, feeling a zap of arousal hit your center. You didn’t know if you were still stuck in a dream, but you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity. “Yeah, I am.”

Yeosang leaned in, placing a slender finger up into your chin, tilting your head up so that you had to look at him, his warm breath hitting your skin. “ ‘Yeah, I am’, what? A whore? A whore that’s willing to spread her pussy for a stranger and show him how soaked she is?”

“I mean…” your voice trailed off, not expecting him to grab your closest thigh and tug on it, forcing you to open your legs. You looked down, gazing at the large dark spot that formed below your pelvis, your shorts sticking directly to your pulsing cunt, feeling both humiliated and turned on from having his eyes on you. Now he definitely knew you were a–

“Pervert,” Yeosang sighed out, his fingers roaming your tense thigh and sliding closer to the inseam, eventually reaching your mound to make contact with the wet clothing. “So, that’s what you meant.”

Seeing you light up with pure, unadulterated lust at the name he called you made him very, very happy, indeed. Despite being one himself, he preferred being the one in control. The one with the power to do what he pleased with such a pretty toy like you. Things were finally looking up.

-

Inside one of the more secluded bathrooms on the campus, you were sitting on a toilet across from Yeosang in a stall, who was standing in front of you with his hand fisting his cock. You had your legs spread as wide as you could, your knees pressing into the sides of the stall, with three fingers inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Look at that face you’re making, Y/N. You’re drooling like some kind of brainless slut,” he chuckled, moving his hand so quickly, his muscles tensed up more than they did when he was sprinting. Even the ridges of his abs pushed against his skin, making you want to trace the outline of them with your tongue.

You whimpered at his words, continuing to fuck yourself the best you could, your fingers slipping out of you occasionally from how wet you were. “Yeosang…” you whined, unable to handle only being able to inhale his overwhelmingly masculine scent. “Let me taste you…”

“I haven’t showered yet, whore.” Yeosang moved closer to you, his hand starting to slow down, despite his reddened cock throbbing and twitching in protest. “My cock’s been sitting inside my gym shorts all day. You really want to taste it?”

“Fuck, yes. Please, give me your cock,” you begged, swiping at your clit instead, practically vibrating at the thought of having Yeosang’s sweaty cock and balls inside your mouth.

“Filthy fucking bitch.” Yeosang couldn’t hide the sadistic smile he wanted to show you, so he revealed it anyway, his shiny white teeth and canines on full display for you. He grabbed the back of your head and yanked it forward, slapping his cock down onto your face, before sliding it back and forth on it, his clear pre-cum getting smeared over your features.

“Fuuuuck,” you moaned, opening your mouth, only for a bit of saliva to drip out of it and onto the seat below. Yeosang pushed his cock further up, his heavy balls pressing against your parted lips. You licked and sucked on them one at a time, savoring the tangy flavor as best you could.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut…Where have you been all my life, huh?” Yeosang groaned from above you, grabbing your jaw and forcing it up, before sliding himself into your mouth one inch at a time, making your lips sting at the corners. “Mm, you like how it tastes, don't you?”

Rubbing your clit even faster than before, you emitted an eager ‘mm-hmmm’, before bobbing your head obediently, taking as much of him into your throat as you possibly could, only choking a bit when his cockhead tickled your uvula. It was just how you imagined: his cock was heavy and hot in your mouth, his taste was salty and tangy, his musk almost made your eyes water, but your cunt was leaking just like you thought it would. It was everything you dreamed of. You never wanted to wake up.

Yeosang gripped your head with both hands and began pounding himself into your mouth, going so fast and deep that his balls slapped roughly into your chin, and his pubic hair routinely brushed against your nose, making you want to sneeze. “Take it all, you disgusting little pervert…” he groaned out, feeling his cock begin to pulse so heavily, he knew he was about to bust. “Gonna cum…gonna cum inside your filthy mouth…”

You were in heaven. Complete bliss. It was everything you wanted and more. Even though you weren’t focusing on your own orgasm, it felt so good you thought you might– “Mmmmmfff….!” you let out a loud, muffled moan, your eyes rolling straight into your head, your legs twitching, hips jolting, as your arousal came pouring out of you and down your inner thighs. You were a mess, in every sense of the word.

That was it for Yeosang. He couldn’t believe he made his pliant little doll cum untouched just from throat-fucking her with his sweaty, unwashed dick. You were so, so filthy. Maybe even filthier than him. “Oh, you dirty fucking bitch,” he moaned out in a strained, harsh tone, thrusting one more time and holding you still, his cock so deep down your throat that his pubic hair was once again tickling your nose. “Here it comes, Y/N. Just for you.”

A hot stream of cum began to shoot down your throat, making you choke and reach up to Yeosang’s hips for stability. Your nose felt itchy and your eyes watered before it happened. Yeosang sensed it, pulling with a loud ‘pop’ just in time, so his dick didn’t get chomped off. You sneezed. It burned. Cum shot out of your nose and dribbled down past your lips. “Ow…” you whimpered, gazing up at Yeosang with reddened, watery eyes, wiping the milky liquid from your face.

“Aww, did that burn, little whore? That’s too bad.” Sweaty and soiled with his essence, you finally looked like a true cum dump. Just a useless doll for him to cover in his load until he got bored. He couldn’t ask for anything more. Yeosang grabbed your jaw again and continued to stroke his length, shooting ropes of cum onto your tongue and into your open mouth.

In a daze, you simply sat there and took everything he had to offer, swallowing gulp after gulp of his cum, feeling more slick drip out of your aching cunt. “Thank you, Yeosang…” you mumbled, giving him a small smile, just for him to force your jaw open more.

“Thank you? You say thank you after getting face-fucked and guzzling down my cum like you need it to live? God, you’re such a fucking pervert. It makes me sick,” he spat, tapping his cockhead on your tongue to deposit the last few drops of his release. “I bet you’d drink a bottle of it if I gave it to you.”

Savoring the saltiness that resided on your swollen lips, you nodded your head like an obedient pet. “If you could even fill a whole bottle, yeah, I would.”

He finally met his match. Someone who willingly met his criteria. You were the one he’s been waiting for all this time.

Smiling softly, Yeosang ran his fingers through your sweaty hair, as if he didn’t just get done defiling you. “I hope you’re looking forward to next week’s track meet. I’ll make sure you stay hydrated.”

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[satrs]

Happily Ever After!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; How they proposed to you!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Gojo Satoru. Geto Suguru. Fushiguro Toji.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.1k

TAGS; fluff, fluff, FLUFFFF!!! mention of marriage(obv). soft guysss.

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ felt the need to write lovely-dovey stuff abt them sooo// part 2!?!?!?!

GOJO SATORU

You got used to Satoru's goofy persona, unable to predict what his mischievous mind would scheme next. You loved every last bit of his spontaneity, getting up every day in an impassable way, Satoru ready to jump in as you aid, leading the way to another exciting episode.

"Okay, so I've been thinking." "Ohhh, doesn't sound good." He looked at you, offended by your words. "Hey!" You chuckled at his child-like behavior, urging him to continue. "It's random but, I thought about your surname. And no offense," he stopped himself, finger pointing at his chin in thought, "Alright, a bit offense from my end - it doesn't suit you at all."

You raise your eyebrow, stopping in your tracks as you crane your head in his direction, "And what do you want me to do about that?" He ignored your sarcastic tone, snipping his fingers before pointing at you, smug smirk adoring his moisturized lips. "That's the spirit! You should change it! To mine, of course."

You stood there, dumbfounded, surprised by his sudden confession. Was this one of his jokes again? "So, you want to marry me?" He looked at you, excited glint in his eyes as he nodded eagerly, taking your hand back in hand ready to continue your walk.

"Wait, wait." You stop him, curious orbs falling on you. "You do know that's a blunt proposal right now? Without a ring or any of that movie stuff?"

He chuckled, walking right before you as he looked down at you, caressing your cheek with his hand, actions motivated by pure love and adoration.

"I could teleport anywhere in the world and buy the most precious and expensive ring you cloud dream of, baby." You were left speechless again, watching him turn around, whistling while continuing his path. "If you say yes, that is."

You giggle, hot on his trail, your hand interwinding with his. "Well then, yes. I would love to marry you, Satoru."

And behold, the white-haired sorcerer woke you up the next day, a bright smile stretching across his lips as he was in the middle of sliding a ring onto your finger.

And it was truly even more breathtaking than you ever imagined it to be.

GETO SUGURU

He was 100% sure and ready for this. He planned every last bit of this thoroughly and was ready to call you up and tell you where to meet him-

"There you are! Knew you would be here." He froze, color drained from his features as he looked at you as if you were a ghost. "How did you-"

His eyes widened as you walked up to him, holding up what seemed to be a checklist - oh, shit.

"To-do list for Y/N's proposal", you read out loud, going on. "Head to her favorite place and set everything up. Decoration," you looked around the place, nodding in approval as you did a 'tick' motion with your finger. "Check." He must've forgotten the list on the dining table. Unlucky wretch.

You scanned over the list, almost bursting out in laughter at the face the black-haired man was making. "Everything is done. But there is one thing missing."

Your gaze lifted up to meet his eyes, only to notice him kneeling down, propping up a casket that contained one eye candy of a ring, a sigh of defeat leaving him. "Yeah, yeah. The main event."

Your once playful facade threatened to crumble as you felt the corner of your eyes sting at his words. "So, my darling detective, will you marry me?"

Unable to speak, too scared your voice would crack so you simply nod, forming the word 'yes' with your mouth, and as he put the ring on your finger, the waterfall was already running. "Well, didn't write this down to happen but, 'check' I guess." You laugh between tears at his joke, earning a snicker in return. "Oh, shut up."

Your teary eyes look up at him and he puts his hand on your cheek, wiping your vision clear with his thumb before placing a soft kiss on your nose, lips resting on yours right after before whispering his following words against them.

"So, do you want to know what's on the list next or not?" This caught your attention, lifting your hand up to your face and admiring the ring for a moment, smiling to yourself before averting your gaze to the list.

"A picnic?" Your gasp made him chuckle. "Yup. Figured you're reaction would be to die for." He took your hand in his to lead you to the scenery he laid out, your tears threatening to flow again at his effort.

"Urgh, my mascara is all smugged because of you now", you groan playfully, taking his face in your hold to capture his lips, feeling his smile against your lips. "You're welcome."

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Toji had to think about this really well and be completely ready for this big step himself. Since he was already married once, which ended in a divorce, he thought that marriage just wasn't meant for someone like him until he met you.

The both of you lay in bed, cuddling and talking about nothing and everything at the same time. It was when Toji looked up at you from his position on top of you, head lifting from your neck as his orbs examined your face that your giggle soon fell dead.

"Hm?" The cute expression you offered him made him lightly chuckle. "I don't know, maybe it's too early." You flashed him a confused look, eyebrow raising as you carefully sneaked out of his hold, sitting up on the bed to listen to him continue. "Too early for what?"

You grew impatient with every laugh he choked out, arms crossing over your chest. "Toji."

Shit- he was nervous. There is no doubt he was a confident man but, this was different. His first marriage wasn’t successful, and he’s scared that this might also go downhill. But there is no way, right?

“Tojiiii.” Alright, fuck it. He snickered, turning around to reach over for the nightstand as you try to peek over his shoulder, curious about what he is searching for on the shelf.

Your whining fell deaf, eyes widened with an unreadable expression on your face, almost making him regret his intention. “So…?” He managed to choke out, clearing his throat right after, awaiting your answer.

It was his turn to be surprised as tears rolled down your face, bright smile on your lips as you hug him, almost squeezing the life out of him.

“Is that a no?” He covered his troubles with a nervous laugh, chuckle growing in confidence after you answer.

“Yes! I mean, no.” You slapped his shoulder playfully at his raised eyebrow, "You know what I mean", a worried expression on your face once you notice the ring almost falling from his hand.

“Careful now. Worked my ass off for this bling. Now gimme your hand, gorgeous. You know how it goes.”

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[assortedvillainvault]

So I have the most random request for hc's with Jafar. [if you want to obv]. What if his s/o was a demi-god [possibly the child of a god of knowledge] BUT they don't tell anyone. Their dad just shows up one day and thats how he finds out.

Anon your patience for getting this answered is immeasurable. I decided to make the 'god of knowledge' here Hermes, since in the myths Hermes' domain is messenger, lies, travel and creator of the alphabet - which is pretty awesome!

Pls accept these humble headcannons!

Jafar x Demigod!S/O

- You did not intend for this to happen.

- You had had the good sense to lay low and get the hell out of Greece: Your dad Hermes may be one of the more ‘chill’ gods, but you have no interest in getting to know the disaster that is your extended family. Hermes was even weirdly encouraging about you jumping ship, but as the heavenly messenger, you suppose he’s just happy that you’re travelling and putting your skills to use.

- You went overseas, studied languages, got to know the trade routes and built a life for yourself in Agrabah. You even got hired to advise the Sultans government and landed yourself a tall dark and twisted boyfriend to boot!

- You decide to write home one day, idly, just to let your mother (and dad) know you’re alive and things are going ok.

- You...really should have remembered. Hermes is juggling about 50 jobs on the daily and in his haste sometimes...forgets things. Like the fact you’re trying to pass as a regular mortal.

- So three days later when your Dad in all his jazzy, turquoise glory whizzes into the palace, squeezes you up into a giant hug, ruffles your hair and presses a plate of snacks from home into your hands – all while chatting a million miles an hour and letting you know just how proud he is-! - and then proceeds to whiz out again with a cheery ‘Knock ‘em dead kiddo!”, you knew you fucked up.

- Jafar’s knuckles were white around his staff.

- ...oh dear.

- Jafar prides himself on being the most informed person in any room at all times. You think he rose to Grand Vizier and maintained his position by being idle?? Hypnosis, blackmail and murder aside, Jafar has worked DAMN HARD – he takes study and acquisition of intelligence extremely seriously.

- This man, even when in his evil wizard tower in his underwear and swamped under a metric ton of sultan-induced paperwork, can tell you what is happening on the streets of Agrabah and half the civilisations across the desert at any one time.

- And you. Lied to him.

- You, of all people, his most trusted confidant, deliberately and intentionally kept your divine lineage and (presumably) powers hidden from him.

- (if Jafar ever deigns to think about the fact that you kept this from everyone, not just him, there’s a 50/50 chance it would send him into a deeper spiral because he’s supposed to be better than those plebeians and you managed to not only keep this information from him, but LIE to his face about it the entire time-?!)

- Reader if his world would stop fucking spinning he’d congratulate you and then probably attempt to bowl you down the stairs, Iago’s just gonna hang on your shoulder for a bit until the mans paranoia and bitterness stope teetering on the edge of homicide.

- he’s not threatened why on earth would you think that he’s threatened by the fact you’re a half divine being of Fucking Knowledge now hold sTILL-

- It’s... going to take a few days for him to simmer down and stop plotting contingency measures.

- Then he’ll let his greed overtake his self preservation and think about all the ways he can rope you into his schemes to take over Agrabah. The 180 from thin lipped barely contained murderous rage to overtly-looming-hyper-sleaze is dizzying. Iago is facepalming in the back.

- All in all, he’d be up in your business waaaay more than he was before, but he does (eventually) get over it enough to use you as a blatant flex. Of course you only had eyes for him, little jewel, clearly only he had the intellect to match such a divine gift as yours~

- (trip him on the stairs, reader, plEASE-)

Thanks so much for the ask, sorry again for the wait and I hope you like it!

[deermook]

HELLO TUMBLR im very normal, have some Warrior Cats MD

(‼️MAJOR HOUSE SPOILERS‼️)

House is a greyblue cornish rex and idk if frostheart is too corny, I was also thinkibg thunderheart or stormheart but idk its frostheart for now, he was a warrior intent on becoming deputy but he was struck by a car and his leg got mangled so the only job he could actually do was medcat. He used to be an exceptional hunter and loved to lead patrols, now he can hardly even get his own herbs without needing to stop and rest. It makes him angry with starclan and he adamantly refuses to communicate with them. he makes Chase (Whitefoot) do it for him, and when he gets prophetic dreams he keeps them to himself.

Cuddy is Lushstar, formerly Lushpelt, and she got the position of deputy instead of house when he was struck on the thunderpath, she feels guilty for that and he’s the best medcat any clan has ever had so she just lets him get away with his crazy schemes and flagrant disregard for the warrior code and starclan.

Cameron is named Moonface, shes a shorthaired calico cat with a pure white face, she quits and leaves the clan to strike out as a loner after falling in love w whitefoot and witnessing him kill another cat in battle because not only can she not love whitefoot now that she knows what hes capable of, she also just cant live in a place that may require her to take a life.

Chase is a longhaired buff tabby with white paws named Whitefoot, he talks to starclan for Frostheart and almost leaves after moonface but decides to stay and help the clan recover after the battle. He (naturally) ends up taking over for frostheart.

Wilson is a ragdoll cat named Riversong and he serves as the deputy until it becomes public that he is not ONLY unfaithful to his mate (i dont have a name for her sorry julie) but hes also having an AFFAIR with the medcat aughhh the drama!! he has to step down because Lushstar cant uphold her image as leader of this clan and just let that continue.

Enter foreman! Foreman is a brown tabby named Badgertooth. Badgertooth becomes deputy after Riversong steps down, and once Lushstar retires, he becomes Badgerstar :)

Thirteen is a silver tabby oriental shorthair named riptide, she retires early to the queens den after learning she has a terminal illness so she can spend the rest of her days at ease with a mate.

Taub is a tan scottish fold named Shortear, and he has fathered two litters of kits! Lol

Kutner is a siamese cat named Petalstep, he ate a bunch of deathberries and nobody has any idea why :( his parents were kittypets, he was brought to the clan as a very young kit after their twoleg threw him out.

Masters is a solid orange cat named sunfur and she has to step away from the medcat position and return to being a warrior because House’s flagrant disrespect for the warrior code and starclan as well as his attitude towards his clanmates was starting to make her sick.

Park is a black shorthaired cat with a white spot on her chest and a bobtail named Crushclaw and she becomes close with Whitefoot after Frostheart and Riversong disappear without a trace.

adams is a Havana Brown cat with a white tailtip named Foxtail! I really dont have much to say on her ^^;

Amber is named goldenglow, she tried to he a medcat but was too aggressive and thus became a warrior instead! She is hit by a car trailing worried after Frostheart late at night and dies💔

They live in the abandoned ppth lobby right, I figure its probably like. Overrun with plants mice and stuff so theres plenty for them to hunt, but they can also venture outside to get food too! Since the lobby is huge, I figure its probably a huge clan, WHICH is why they can afford to have three medcat apprentices. Idk about other clans, I was thinking maybe there are other clans on the different levels of the building? The cafeteria is neutral meeting ground, the roof is neutral ground, and anything from the parking lot outwards is neutral ground, obvs wherever medcats go to get visions is also neutral. I figure their moonpool equivalent is in house’s office somewhere, maybe the balcony? Idk, but he always brings his apprentices with him. Its a journey that takes him several days since he has to traverse the abandoned, crumbling stairs and other such obstacles that come with living in an abandoned hospital.

[astorytotellyourfriends]

Okay, idk if it would work, but now I'm like, Down With Love Hellcheer au?👀

OOOOOOH i also don't know how that would work because how is there any universe where eddie doesn't see chrissy and fall in love with her from the get-go????

but if chrissy were to take revenge on him because eddie wronged someone else it could maybe work. like maybe he "dated" one of her close friends and she's furious that she was just another one in a long line of conquests (honestly, bonus points if it's nancy because then she's not so much upset about losing eddie as she is upset that he actually fucking got her into bed like an IDIOT) so she and chrissy plot this whole scheme to make chrissy absolutely irresistible to him so she can make him fall for her!

(i'm just now realizing that this is very similar to john tucker must die... except obv in down with love there's no team up it's one scorned woman on a rampage and i love that for her)

anyway yes to down with love hellcheer bc imagine both of them trying so hard to not admit that they're falling in love while going on date after date and eddie being the Best Boyfriend while he's trying to be sneaky, thinking she has no idea who he is when in reality chrissy's known all along but is still head over heels for him and she hates it.

[coconox]

what if,,,, hypothetically speaking,, i do a frame by frame analysis of the nocti v nigel cg,,, ahahaahaaaa,,,,,,

I AM GONNA PUT THIS HERE NOW THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR SANDS OF WRATH AND, OBVIOUSLY, SPOILERS FOR THE CG

i do recommend watching the cg first before reading all this since i will mention a lot about nocti and nigel's movements using timestamps for the vid since my storage hates me and i can't really properly add multiple clips 💔

!! LINK TO CG ANIMATION HERE !!

I WILL ALSO BE USING MTL FOR ALL THE DIALOGUE SO I'M VERY SORRY IN ADVANCED IF THE DIALOGUE IS INCORRECT TO WHAT IT ACTUALLY IS

from the get-go i will mention that before nocti entered this fight, skk had a m.i.n.d link with nocti. and since skk is poisoned, nocti is gonna feel the same over the time

aside from him coughing up vital fluid at 0:39, you can really see the poison start getting to him when he fights. starting from 0:14 you see nocti's movements getting slower and slower which becomes more obvious when you see him throw less punches/kicks and his reaction time worsening, allowing nigel to easily counterattack

callback to his last fight with nigel shown at the beginning of the chapter

ER05-01

i would also love to point out how nigel is such a good foil for nocti. from the opposing color schemes to their behavior. nigel having a black color scheme to fit with the whole idea that he is an assassin hiding in the shadows (which is an often recurrence of him throughout the story by either him watching nocti in the distance or showing up unexpectedly). black can also be associated with power and death, connecting to the fact that nigel carries such a strong poison to where there's no known cure, which allows nigel to easily control others to his bidding and/or make them suffer. as opposed to nocti having a white/vibrant red color scheme to fit how bold or loud he is. red can be associated with anger and white can be associated with purity/innocence so it fits with his personality too (since nocti is often left in the dark of a lot of situations back when he was in the purifying force)

ER05-08

around 0:46 - 0:57, 1:05, 1:18 - 1:33

essentially any part where nocti is heavily breathing

ER05-01 structure that this narrator is mentioning is nocti

this is probably leaning more into hc territory, but i think out of all the playable constructs we've met, nocti feels the most "human." he eats, drinks, sleeps, has breathing patterns that the narrator loves to point out, basically does a lot of human practices that constructs don't need to necessarily do, but he does it out of habit. he even believed at one point that constructs can get sick (obv they can't)

dialogue at 0:27

nigel: "you are still the same as before" nigel: "everything covered by anger" nocti: "nigel!!!!!" nigel: "you always thought my poison could only be attached to weapons, right?" nigel: "never doubted what i said"

callbacks to the last fight nocti had with nigel. when nocti was at his lowest, that's when nigel finally spoke. nigel alludes to nocti's naivety again, making nocti finally realize the poison wasn't contained in a separate attachment/weapon, rather nigel is the poison itself

ER05-12 nocti telling skk where the poison might be (remember at this time he still didn't know how nigel injects the poison, he just knows nigel has the ability to do so)

ER05-08 nigel pointing out nocti's naivety

the realization of where the poison's actually located, after the dialogue at 0:27

the location of the poison is more obvious in the reference sheet of nigel (since the ref removes the cloak he's wearing) (link to tweet about nigel that includes this ref)

callback to when nocti and skk first began to plan how to track down nigel after the rediscovery of nigel's poison

ER05-12

callback to him saying "leave everything to me" shown in the previous image.

the light in nocti's hands in the animation is skk (figuratively, not literally ofc LOL), having faith in him that he WILL beat nigel and will give him their all to help. though honestly, all he ever really needed was someone to trust him unconditionally

2:15 - end

"give that bastard a taste of our true wrath"

"partner"

the peak embracement of nocti and skk's partnership. this was the missing piece that he needed to finally beat nigel.

ever since the beginning of this chapter nocti has implicity or explicitly stated (whether it be through his first encounters with skk or in flashbacks of his hubris being in the purifying force/early days of cerberus) he prefers to work alone and leave it at that. he thought it'd benefit everyone if he didn't rope people into his mess, and he fully believed finding and confronting nigel again is something only he should burden

ER05-06 nocti and skk took turns asking for context of what's been going on

skk, cerberus, and the people of new oakley however say otherwise.

skk, in their words, "took a gamble" and just had a gut feeling to stick around and help him and even be down to consider him as a partner

ER05-05

ER05-06

it should probably be noted that skk saying they believe him "just because" carries a lot more weight than at first glance. having someone believe him without him really needing to prove himself with evidence makes nocti appreciate skk a lot more than when he first encountered them in EX05 or at the beginning of this chapter, showing that skk isn't like everyone else he's met and perhaps has a chance to be friends or more with them

ER05-11 first instance of nocti calling them partner

ER05-11 nocti "subtly" correcting vann with referring to skk as his partner

these screenshots can keep going on and on but you get the idea LOL they call each other partners from ER05-11 onwards.

21 and vera believe cerberus isn't complete without him

ER05-15 despite nocti technically being considered as a part of the purifying force at this time, vera and 21 will always believe he truly belongs in cerberus

and the people of new oakley see him as a brother/friend they could rely on and share a drink with

ER05-09 after nocti saves new oakley he gains a lot of respect from the people in town and they all decided to celebrate nocti's win

for most of his life he was practically feared or looked down upon by the people he was with 'cause of his loud and reckless demeanor, and to finally have that revelation that he IS wanted, needed, LOVED even, that people are able to put their trust and faith in him, that allows him to be the best version of himself he could ever ask for

am i looking too deep into this? probably

there's probably a lot of bias from that whole analysis i just love nocti ok—

i do wish we can see more of his backstory. he's one of the few that actively hide it (with the addition of vera not revealing it out of some respect for him), and i just wanna do a deep dive of how he became the way he is today. he's also one of the older constructs given his frame id (BPO-03), makes me wonder how or why he became a construct in the first place-

anyways, that's my rant for the month, ty for reading if you made it this far lol

have some love and a cookie you deserve it ❤🍪

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saw: 8 + 6 + 16 and hannibal: 1 + 12 + 19 :*

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

i for sure had to sit down and think about this a sec, but i think i'd say the belief that lawrence is, like... a perfectly morally sound golden retriever boyfriend. yes, it sure is sweet to picture him romancing adam and taking his breath away with these grand gentlemanny gestures, but i just don't see it. he's not much of a dad, he's a cheater, his callousness landed him in a jigsaw game. gimme some more scheming, jaded, bitchy lawrence. gimme some straight up Not Nice lawrence. he's not an apprentice for nothing. i want to see this man put hoffman's stunts to shame

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

i feel like i'm gonna land into some hot water with this one YOWZA but chainshipping sorryyyyy... largely for the reasons above. this isn't applicable to everyone obv, i follow some people with absolutely delicious interpretations of the characters and the ship itself. but by and large.... yknow

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

oh my god i feel like this post is just me dogging on chainshipping IT WASN'T THE INTENTION i have nothing against it. but anyway, apprentice adam. i don't hate the trope as a whole, i think it's a fun thing to dabble into, ESPECIALLY if you're doing some kind of a dark!au. but ! in almost every adam lives scenario i've seen, if lawrence is an apprentice, so is he. and i just personally, in my own interpretation, do not see that for him

1. the character everyone gets wrong

hannibal. i'm sorry. also will, coming in second. but largely hannibal

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i actually am not sure if any of the main hannibal cast can be classifed as unpopular because it feels like there's a little insanity corner for all of them, but i am deeply deeply obsessed with freddie lounds. this woman regularly bullied a serial killer, an up-and-coming serial killer, head of the fbi, many other important people, and got to walk away unschated. her power?

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

there is this one specific scenario/scene i rotate around my head sometimes. will/bedelia hatesex THERE I SAID IT. I SAID IT. they would actually be trying to kill each other during the whole thing i NEED to witness it

THANK YOU for sending these i am hitting post with much trepidation

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[furrbbyx]

M👹NSTER March Day 6: Eldritch (Aladdin retelling)

Lucky me I already had something going for day 6 so here's the outline for a re-telling of Aladdin because I really like that tale and because I wanted to write about hot eldritch entity getting pussy'd down in one of my favorite stories.

SFW-ish. No seggs.

cw: using prisoners as zombies, mentions sex, death, scheming, yandere vibes, Jafar

Do not reproduce, do not copy.

Approx 1000 words

so Jafar is not only the advisor he is also a man obsessed with arcane magic and bringing men back to life so that they can go into the cave of dreams for him and get the lamp.

He ends up killing Aladdin, a very poor man who get put in prison for stealing bread.

Jafar loves prisoners. Homoerotic

Jafar is able to bring back the man back to life, this time his incantations and embalming ritual work, but it turns him in to an eldritch horror of a bare skull, eyes of red black fire, various visible ligaments and muscles from areas where skin has sloughed off. He's only alive for a few moments, stumbling around and screaming in agony before he slumps to the floor, seeming dead again. 

So they throw out his body but he revives and returns to his life somewhat, hiding under many clothes and a cloak that shields his head while he tries out some of the powers he's compelled to use. He kills, he torments, he's a bad immoral hottie who's testing the limits of his power. He roams the streets until the deaths and rumors of his form haunting dark alleys start to raise alarms in the city.

He's surviving tho.

Enter Princess Jamsin who decides to roam the streets to calm the citizens. Stalked by Yandere Aladdin.

He's captured again for some reason and then Jafar becomes even more unhinged and violent at the discovery. With out hesitation he ends up forcing Aladdin to go to the cave for his chance at freedom.

Aladdin doesn't immediately kill Jafar because he's seeking more power as well. There's a gnawing urge to devour everything arcane and then destroy the universe inside him.

Because of some complications Jafar and his minions think he dies inside. Aladdin is trapped and finding it hard to control his eldritch nature. In fact bloodlust, fury, and cunning overpower his flesh. He can also change to have his skin normal but doesn't gain that power until he leaves the cave.

So in the cave he actually find that it's not filled to the brim with precious metals and goods, it's filled with scrolls of knowledge. He basically cums so hard when he realizes this and he stays there for days. He finds the lamp and the djinn. 

The Djinn can sense the horrors of Aladdin and is honestly afraid of him, yet he still tries to trick his way out of the deal by doing some Calcifer bull shit (? steal his heart?). Idk there's something there. I need to come up with something tricky.

Anyway he makes a wish/they leave the cave and ensconce themselves in a nice apartment in the merchant side of town as high class tourists. While he's been gone (weeks?) Jafar's creations have been causing out right panic and a curfew.

Children, grandfathers, guards, all disappear and no one ever sees the creature. Lots of iron starts going up around the city causing an issue for both Aladdin and the djinn.

Aladdin has def dom/sub issues with Jafar and plans to seek him out by getting an invitation to the palace, when the royalty decides it's still going to host a traditional fete to keep the citizens happy. Obvs a masked affair where he can stalk Jasmin again.

Jasmin has been studying how to defeat monsters ever since Aladdin started haunting the fucking place. She spends her time sparring and going out with the guards, becoming a real hard ass, and suspicious of Jafar. She's at the ball to spy  and to test her new acid on any creature that may try to ruin the ball.

Immediately when Aladdin and her meet she' suspicious. Of course on of Jafar's horrors does crash the ball and she melts him. Kick ass fighting scene (needs research), then melt his ass.

Aladdin is alarmed by her, and the iron bb's she has embedded under her skin, and her quick mind, so he flees in the panic. Regroups and gets an invitation to court to help them deal with the issue threatening the kingdom's peace. He's fully human seeming, but still hiding under the cloaks and a face veil. V. sexy.

Ends up getting paired with Jasmin's task group, duh. They patrol but it's quiet for a week or two while Jafar lays low. Maybe he's moving his operation to avoid Jasmin? This gives Aladdin time to get under her skin. They are bratty to each other because neither wants to back down. But she def initiates things with him. They fuck for days, pretending to be locked away and working on a solution. She mounts him like...all the time I mean she is doming him like nobody's business. Bu in the end it's to get him off guard and trap him.

She suspects it's him because he showed up out of nowhere and because she can sense something off. Maybe it's the way he avoids her iron studded skin. Maybe its the fact that he doesn't breathe when he sleeps (she has a dream that he's dead next to her, kind of golem/jinni)and wakes up to find him like the dead.

Annnnnnywayyy.

The attacks start up again and this time they are in the palace. One attempt on the king which causes an argument with the lovers?

Jafar is angling for power and he breaks into the fancy place Aladdin and the Djinn are renting to steal the Djinn. He plans to raise an undead prisoner army to overthrow the king and then invade the neighboring country. So he has the djinn create the correct formula but he forgets to ask for a way to control them?

Anyway some sort of race against time, Aladdin shows his real self , very horrific and no longer able to control his morality. He just kills whatever and attempts to yandere kidnap Jasmin

Idk exactly how this will end because obv Aladdin can't go back to being a good guy. The Djinn and him become friends and are still very much deviants. But how will Jasmin fit in (homg threesome? two unholy spirit cocks? tentacles!). Eh maybe they decide to become monster hunters and travel the continent after the kingdom is basically destroyed in a a wizard fight. That way Aladdin can still amass power and keep Jasmin for his pervy possessive tendencies.

Eventually he will destroy that realm and seek out others. 

But yeah. That's a good one. Thanks brain. 

[runephoenix6769]

There's a place near me that's meant to be a sort of area Community Development Project. One of the services it provides is helping people from the local socioeconomically impoverished area with a little financial aid for education, whether this takes the form of helping with materials, or unforeseen expenses like your kids having a growth spurt and needing new shoes mid term. New election. Not only did it get its funding completely cut, it also slashed its staff down to two, those staff deal with disability supports mainly. The council claimed nobody was using the service (not true) so the people of the area obv didnt need any help. (again, untrue) Most people in the area can't imagine going to further education because of the expense// barriers. They don't know about places like I mentioned above, they don't know about the grants that are out there, the scholarships you can get if you work your ass off, the laptop loan schemes within the educational institutions. Even with this help, you're still living hand to mouth, the places in the free creche are snapped up, so childcare needs to be paid for n on their meager funds they can't afford to go. Rather than the council look into why people arent availing of these schemes, (we know the real reason why the council isn't) theyd rather cut the funding entirely n have the ones who are using the schemes on offer to suffer. They cut rental assistance -- you'd get a stipend n you'd pay your landlord yourself with the cash -- in favour of a different scheme that relies heavily on landlords registering with an overseeing body. Being how most of them are tax dodgers and the rest dont want to their houses being inspected to see if they meet the minimum housing standards, which ALOT of them don't, there are very few places available. They refuse to accept the scheme payment, or wont rent to people who ask if they accept it. This refusal is supposed to be illegal, and the number of cases that make it to court is no way a fair representation of whats actually going on, being most people are scared to lose their homes in an already impossible housing market. This scheme is the only way anyone on welfare or low wages can afford to rent. You heard me right... people working full time jobs are having to avail of these renting schemes meant for people on welfare because they can't afford rent. Soup kitchens are overwhelmed by the amount of people using them, people on welfare, people working full time jobs, meaning those at most risk, like the homeless etc go w/o food. People who want to pay their own way cant fucking afford to. Rent, groceries and amenities are out stripping the minimum wage!! Two income households are struggling! They are being forced to use services not meant for or equipped to deal with that strain. Even two parent households have to chose between who goes to work n who stays at home to take care of the kids, cause having a second job would essentially put them in debt. People like Steamboat Jimmy really need to read that last part. Alot of companies are ableist and wont employ disabled people. Being disabled does not come cheap either, and they can't afford that desperately needed mobility aid that would make things in their life a damn sight easier. My mother, god rest her soul, became a drug addict as the drugs provided pain relief just enough so she could move somewhat. All that misery the drugs caused could have been avoided if support had been provided. She didnt want to be a drug addict, but she was sucked into a vicious cycle with no way out. This caught up to her eventually n she died in her 50's. Mental health and lack of supports play a huge role in homeless, and addiction spikes.

A single mom on social welfare, a homeless person, or junkie is not Steamboat Jimmy's enemy. Its the governments, big corporations and predatory business practices of hiking fucking prices whilst bragging about record profits for 5 years in a fucking row, and paying their board members ludicrous bonuses! Its airbnb property moguls hording houses, its vulture funds sitting on housing, creating the illusion of scarcity n drip feeding them unit by unit into the market at astronomically inflated prices. Its insurance companies with grossly inflated premiums, its subscription services bleeding you dry to use things you already fucking own. Its not taxing corporations and billionaires!! Nobody wants to be homeless, nobody wants to have to choose between keeping a roof over their head or groceries. Most people are just one bad day away from catastrophic disaster. Most households don't have enough in the bank to weather it.