#and more so choosing befuddlement

[necrotic-nephilim]

16 for the ask game pls

for the choose violence ask game!

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

oooh, this one again! a big thing i don't get is Catlad/Stray!Tim. where did that come from. my feelings are not negative at ALL, trust me i think it's a cute thing, my feelings are moreso... confused? like of all characters i think Tim makes the least sense. Stray!Jason or Stray!Steph or even Stray!Cass make sense to me, but i don't fully understand why Stray!Tim is the big one. i guess it's the typical "give your blorbo main character energy" sort of thing. i enjoy giving Tim identities outside of Robin or Red Robin, but this one eludes me. (i'd love to hear someone explain why they like it if this is your jam! i'm open to it, i just don't fully get it) i think it goes against the idea of Tim growing up upper class, which i personally feel is fundamental to his character so for me, it clashes. i adore anything that uses Selina, i'm just... lost.

[acid-ixx]

"hostage situation"

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nightwing, to his siblings: okay, so we have to be real careful because the joker and harley quinn are holding our baby sibling hostage and we can't put them in anymore danger.

nightwing, looks at red robin: i'm sure they have some traps laid around the lair so you'll be disarming it.

red robin, nods:

robin: then me and todd will be handling any spare targets, no?

nightwing: of course. cass, steph and duke will be guarding the entrance. babs?

oracle, speaking in the intercoms: this is the closest point of entry where (name) is being kept hostage.

red robin: security cams suggest there's more than just harley and the joker in the lair. a bunch of their goons are heavily guarding both the entrance and the exit. we should thread carefully.

oracle: there's no camera's where (name) is exactly at, but there's a specific room where it's shown that the two are often visiting.

batman, who had been lurking behind them: this is a priority mission. we can't afford to make mistakes.

robin, eyebrows raised: though, is it necessary to bring the entire family? me and my father could handle this entirely by ourselves.

jason, sighs: don't pretend like you weren't the first to suggest the entire justice league to come searching for them, kid.

batman: enough arguing, (name) needs all the support they could get after this. so on my count, we are to bust open the door.

dick: alright, everybody, prepare.

*meanwhile, inside the lair, in a makeshift "house"*

(name), sitting on a comfy chair whilst holding a cup of hot chocolate and a book in the other, sneezes: oh— did anyone mention my name?

harley quinn, already on her way to wipe their nose: oh my baby! is our baby sick?!

(name): no, i just suddenly sneezed?

the joker, in another room: i spy with my little eye, a child way past their bedtime~ c'mon babyboo, let's get you to bed!

(name): awe, but it's like, 10pm. i wanna read some more.

harley, about to pick (name) up: then let momma read the book for you in bed, cutesy pie—

*the door to the kitchen slams open*

dick, with his escrima sticks on-hand: surrender (name) to us now or—!

dick, absolutely befuddled: wait, what?!

damian, with bruce in tow: what's the hold up, nightwing?!

damian, about to jump right in front of dick before he was stopped by bruce's hand on his shoulder: what is... this?

bruce: ... explain the meaning of this, harley.

harley, holds (name) closer to her chest as she's equally confused: what do ya mean, bats? ain't it obvious i'm taking care of my child?

(name): uhm...

damian, visibly offended: what do you mean, your child? (name) over there is ours.

the joker, walks over to the room in a hurry: what's with all the commotion over here?! (name) is supposed to be in bed, harle— batman?!

bruce, with squinted eyes: don't act stupid, what is this all about?

nightwing, surveying the room: wait, why is (name) in pajamas?

(name), trying their best to shrug in harley's tight hug: i'm... supposed to go to bed...?

the joker, about to walk over to (name) before he's stopped by a batarang almost hitting the side of his head: hey! what's that for? i'm clearly not trying to attack my own child!

bruce: (name) is my child, not yours.

the joker, glaring at batman: well, it's not my fault they choose me over you!

(name) wayne, interrupting the two: uhm... i did technically disown myself from the family so—

damian: disown yourself?

(name): i have every reason to—

dick: look, baby bird, you don't know what's right for you, these guys are dangerous—

(name): i literally got nearly killed by some nobody criminals if not for harley saving me but okay, nightwing.

bruce, whose attention is now on (name): you almost got what now?

(name), rolling their eyes: i almost died, batman. now if you excuse me, i think i deserve a good night sleep tonight.

(name), looks at harley who still hasn't released them from the protective hug: can we?

harley quinn, facepalming in her mind as she stares back at (name): oh, i should've bought you to pam and selina instead.

[robo-writing]

Kinktober Day Twelve: DOFP! Logan - Somnophilia

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He lies awake at night, a hunger festering inside. He’s starving, yes, but it’s not an appetite food could fulfill.  He’s trying to be subtle—if you can even call it that—palms stretched across the expanse of your body, as if his slow movements could somehow detract from the fact that his mouth waters at the thought of you.

You’re so soft, even after years of marriage he’s astonished by how you fit so perfectly against him. He’ll never understand it, flawed as he is, you choose to stay by him—comfort him both emotionally and physically. 

He almost feels guilty at times. 

You sleep next to him, the peaceful rise of your chest, how you rest yourself into his side and hold him close—your relaxed state in perfect contrast to how tense he is. While you dream of sheep, he daydreams of being the wolf that takes advantage of the flock.

He can’t help it, he thinks as his hands travel to your thighs, he can’t help it.

He maneuvers his way between them, a single finger stroking against your cloth covered mound as you stir in your sleep. The action makes him stiff, waiting for you to relax before tentatively playing with your pussy once more. Soon a touch isn’t enough, fingers curling into your panties and pulling them down, that damn hunger evolving into gluttony itself.

He dips into your honeyed center—a taste, then a mouthful—devouring your pussy like a man starved. He can feel your walls spasm around his tongue, how your thighs clench around his head while he savors you, and it makes him all the more desperate knowing that even unconsciously your body sings for him.

You’re close, and he knows it. He knows it in the way you squirm under his touch—a habit that seems to be ingrained whether or not you’re asleep—he knows it when he sees your chest rise and fall, and he knows it when he sees your eyelids flutter open.

Confusion written on your face—a mix between befuddlement and arousal—the beginnings of what would be a question on your lips had it not been interrupted by a moan, brought on by his skilled mouth against your clit. He adores your shaky little breaths when you’re right on the edge, even more so when he knows you’re still trying to understand what exactly is happening—so shocked that you can’t cover your mouth in time as you scream his name. Your juices coat his tongue, his beard, and he’s all the better for it, watching you grind your wet pussy against his mouth on pure instinct alone.

The air is heavy with the sound of your labored breathing. Slowly, Logan lifts himself from between your legs, wiping what remains of his endeavor with the back of his hand before kissing at your exposed skin. 

“Sorry for the surprise doll, I got hungry in the middle of the night and I needed a midnight snack.”

[lets-try-some-writing]

what if cybertronians haven no sense of taste?? What if one of the kids ask what energon taste like and they got no idea in what they’re talking about???

While I don't think that's canon, I LOVE the concept.

Cybertronians don't taste as humans do. They recognize energon and not energon and that's about it. They can sense bad energon, highly charged energon, and low quality energon through sensors, but it's not exactly taste. It's moreso the ability to feel when their tanks are not a big fan or what they are consuming or note how fuzzy their processors seem to be after a drink. It's a lot of guesswork, but after having spent so long associating with organic species, Cybertronians learned that tasting meant sensing fuel quality (at least that is how they translated and promptly associated with the word).

With that in mind, seeing humans care so much about "taste" is a befuddling thing. They aren't unused to the concept, and so seeing the kids argue over it wasn't out of the ordinary. Bots argue over fuel quality occasionally due to differences in sensitivity. It's when the kids start actively swapping their food or otherwise choosing poorer quality food over the higher quality stuff that the bots become VERY confused. Why a greasy hamburger over the salad and steak right there? According to human nutritional stats, humans need the things in the latter meal more than the former.

Optimus vaguely understands the idea of taste since Primes of old engaged in a million and one vices, including various mental augmentations to experience partial organic sensation. So he has a loose grasp on the concept and can understand that food is a sort of drug as well as nutritional source. But the rest of the team? They do not understand in the slightest. Why choose the gummy worms over the watermelon? Why the fries over the perfectly healthy ham sandwich?

Bulkhead and Wheeljack believe it to be some sort of dominance thing. The weaker humans get the least valuable fuels while the stronger and wiser ones get the healthier stuff (they worry greatly for Miko and her never ending yoinking of the sweet things). Ratchet believes it to be a flaw in the human genome that never fully resolved itself and so just lives with the agitation of watching the children squabble. Bumblebee and Smokescreen have largely taken to observing to try and get it (they do not get it in the slightest). Ultra Magnus is of the opinion that humans are just dumb and that's why they choose the shiny food over the healthy food. Arcee secretly thinks there may actually be something to the unhealthy stuff for humans to flock to it so much.

She may or may not have a little board of research she's done into big dairy and other large food corporations. She knows more about human food than she is comfortable with and has only confided in Optimus about the horrors. He too lives with the knowledge of what humans eat and wallows in it in the dead of night sometimes.

[mydearlybeloathed]

── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐍

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: one too many times luffy has allowed himself to hit the sea, sinking beneath her waves, completely at ease with the trusted fact that you would save him. this time, though, you've had enough.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: luffy x mermaid!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: continuation of this fic, a liiiiitle bit of angst, fluff, feminine terms used, requested

Your chest heaved as you glared through slitted eyes, targeting your limp and drenched captain who lay beside you. Your tail scraped uncomfortably against the wood of the deck, water dripping off your nose, cheeks, and shoulders.

"Why," you seethed, "On this wide blue sea did you even conceive that jumping after the bitch was a good plan?"

He sputtered up some water, laughing dopily as his eyes met yours. "I thought I could catch 'im. 'Sides, you saved me, didn't ya?"

Fists coiling on the ground, you gritted your teeth and thought to lash out your nails at him. "I am not your lifeguard, Luffy. Did you even consider that it hurts me when you put yourself in danger like that?" You thought back to the battle, growing blind to the awkward presence of the crew. "I was stuck fighting two of those pirates! What if I hadn't made it in time?"

"But... you did," he shrugged, not understanding one bit. He trusted you, and why shouldn't he? You're his mermaid, his favorite mermaid in the whole world ("You only know one mermaid, Luffy." "And I don't wanna know another!")

Ticking your teeth, you couldn’t stand to just lay there any longer. "Zoro, take me away."

After huffing to himself, Zoro lowered himself at your side, hooking your arms round his neck and scooping you up into his broad arms. Luffy's eyes narrowed, but he remained unable to lift his head more than a few inches, forced to watch his first mate carry you to your room.

He cast a look around, befuddled. "What did I do wrong?"

Nami sighed with a shake of her head. "Idiot."

All afternoon he replayed what had happened, muttering to himself all that could have gone wrong, anything to pinpoint why you were so worried. Did you not trust yourself? Or perhaps... no... it couldn't be that.

Luffy searched you out, brows met in a stiff crease. You sat perched atop the barrel dragged up against the window of the girl's cabin, soft melodies slipping from your lips, your legs wrapped up in your arms. Luffy could listen to you all day long and never tire of the beautiful tones of your voice.

You caught him leaning on the doorframe, snapping your mouth shut mid-song. Pressing your cheek to your knees, you turned away from him. "Go away."

Instead, Luffy came closer, taking a seat on your bed with crossed legs. "Why're you still mad at me?"

"Because," you hissed, trailing off less convicted, "you scared me today."

He blinked, shifting around. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me anymore. I wanted to talk to you all afternoon but you'd locked the door."

Finally lifting your head, eyes softening, you relented, "I'm not mad anymore. Just please don't do that again, not on purpose."

Soft smile splitting his face, he nodded firmly. "Promise." He scooted over to allow you room next to him, leaning back on his palms as you lay on your side and propped your head on his knee. "Can I ask you something?"

"Ask away."

"Will you ever go back?" His question had you rolling over to stare up at him. "To your home. The reef."

"Oh." Throat dry, you couldn't draw your gaze away from his, forced to face his curiously tilted head. "I suppose so. Someday. I am a princess after all. It'd be... wrong to abandon my kingdom."

"Right." Luffy nodded, eyes unfocused. "And... what if you didn't?"

It was a question you'd been wondering about a lot lately, particularly when you spent time with Luffy. "My parents would choose a new heir. One of the young warriors probably... But I couldn't ask that of them. Besides, being the queen of my reef is my destiny. What would I do instead?"

Luffy fought internally, words prying their way up, up, up, and out, until he snapped his head away and stared at the wall. "You could go back and be queen there... or you could stay, and be queen here, with me."

Internally, you were screaming. Eyes wide, you slowly rose to sit beside him, a hungry look on your face. Your lips parted in surprise, revealing the two shiny fangs Luffy often found himself mesmerized by, wondering what they would feel like if he...

"Your queen?" You asked breathlessly. "You'd want me to be Queen of the Pirates?"

He nodded, halfway into a soft reply when you flung yourself at him, nosing at his neck and clutching at his sides till he was giggling beneath you. "That--That tickles!"

Laughing along with him, you grazed a fang over his chin, looming over him with eyes alit by unfurling joy. "The reef can find a new queen."

Luffy beamed up at you, his hands finding your waist, laughter rolling off his tongue even as you swiftly narrowed your expression. "So long as you don't scare me like that again! I'll only save you if you need it!"

He hissed out one last giggle through his teeth before tugging you down into a tight embrace. "Okay, okay. I promised, all right?"

Curling around him, you nearly jittered from the mere happiness swirling inside you. "All right."

Your parents would fight this, for certain. Their princess, their heir running off with a pirate was one thing, but claiming to never return for her birthright was entirely different. Something entirely more scandalous.

And you really couldn't care less. Let them try to take you away, you thought, feeling Luffy's heartbeat beneath your palm. You were a daughter of the sea, and he felt strangely like sunlight incarnate.

A king and his queen, to be known 'round the seas.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

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[ohthewh0rror]

WHEN I’M WITH YOU

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — Professor Slughorn assigns Tom a potions partner— the only problem is that it’s a girl he’s never met before. Will Tom ignore his growing feelings for his new partner or will he give in and accept how he truly feels.

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Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I introduce to you — Tom “she’s not like the other girls” Riddle. Also I’m sorry girl, I forgot to make her sort of weary of Tom and skipped straight to her just being nice. 😗

“When you think of me, is it fondly?”

Tom resisted the urge to rub his hands together to warm them. The frosty January air was unrelenting, seeping its way through the thick stone walls of Hogwarts making the lengthy descent into the school's dungeons more unpleasant than usual.

Eager to get out of the frigid hall, Tom mentally thanked Salazar when the door to the potions classroom came into view. Walking through the door, Tom saw a few of his fellow classmates already huddled along the back wall and talking amongst themselves. He gave them a polite nod as they wished him good morning, continuing to make his way to the opposite end, away from them.

From his spot in the back, Tom watched as the other students slowly trickled in. Girls linked arm in arm, whispering and giggling to one another; boys knocking into one another, speaking loudly about next week's Quidditch match. The sense of comradery left Tom internally recoiling in disgust as he tried to imagine himself acting in such a way.

Tiernan Lestrange came to stand next to him, a little closer than what Tom was comfortable with. Tom side-eyed the boy, but ultimately said nothing to him, choosing to instead focus on Professor Slughorn who called the class to attention as he used his wand to wave the classroom door closed.

Tom began to tune his professor out as he began his theatrics about the point they’d be working with today— befuddlement draught. A potion used to cause the drinker to become reckless, something Tom would take precautionary measures not to spill or ingest in any capacity.

“I will be pairing you off today—” was all Tom heard before he felt the trickles of irritation creep into his mind. Working in pairs was always something Tom hated, preferring to work alone instead of having to potentially be weighed down by some idiot.

“And Mr. Riddle,” Professor Slughorn called out, breaking Tom out of his thoughts, “you will be working with Ms. Y/L/N!”. Slughorn’s arm was stretched out, motioning towards a girl standing on the other side of the class, just out of view. Tom ran the last name over in his head a few times, trying to spark some form of recognition in his mind, but he came up blank.

Slughorn clapped his hands, telling them they have until the end of the hour to finish their potion. Tom mentally prepared himself for what kind of girl he may be working with as he made his way through the dissipating crowd of students to find his partner.

Ah, there she was.

She hadn’t noticed him just yet, so he took those few seconds to give her a once over. It would make sense he didn’t recognize her, she was not in his house. They locked eyes as she finally noticed him just a few feet in front of her, and she swiftly closed the distance between the two.

“I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Y/N” she said, introducing herself. Her voice, though a bit quiet, was sweet. It wasn’t the same condescending tone Tom was used to receiving from the girls that hung around Lestrange and Avery, and for that he was glad. Giving her a polite smile, Tom guided the both of them to an empty cauldron, “I don’t believe we have, my name is Tom.”

Y/N was not unbearable to work with, much to Tom’s relief. The only hiccup didn’t occur until thirty minutes into making the draught when she unknowingly overstepped a boundary of his. Tom had brought his hand up to drop the scurvy grass into the cauldron when she grabbed him; his eyes immediately snapped to her, surprised that she had the audacity to grab him.

“Wait,” she said, a hint of panic in her tone, “you have to add the sneezewort first.” Their hands stayed locked together as Tom took a peek at her potions book laying out in front of them. As his eyes glided over the instructions he saw she was right, causing him to now feel a little embarrassed at the mistake he almost made.

“You’re right,” Tom cringed on the inside, “it is sneezewort first.” Y/N let go of his hand as he lowered it to switch out the ingredient he was holding. Her grabbing him should have left him disgusted and discreetly wiping his hand against his robes to rid himself of the feeling of her touch But, it wasn’t disgust he felt from her touch; just annoyance and a lingering tingling feeling in his hand that he did not want to think about.

Tom and Y/N had just finished their potions when Slughorn had stopped in front of them. “A perfect brew! Though I expect nothing less from either of you!” Slughorn exclaimed in his usual jovial tone. “Thank you, sir,” Tom and Y/N replied at the same time. Tom and Y/N looked at one another, and he watched, unable to look away, as a genuine smile tugged at her lips.

Tom momentarily forgot they had been talking to Slughorn until the old fool spoke again, telling them they were welcome to spend the last few minutes of class how they wished. The two chose not to speak, something Tom was grateful for, as they put away their belongings. It wasn’t until the bell chimed telling them it was time for lunch that they spoke again.

“I’ll see you next Thursday, yeah?” Y/N looked at him with, what he could only describe as a hopeful look in her eyes. Tom nodded, “of course.” Tom watched as she left, her figure sauntering out of the potions door. He was once again reminded of where he was when he heard Avery’s grating voice ask him a question.

Though Tom did not have another class with her till next Thursday, he couldn’t seem to stop seeing her in some form. He saw her in the halls, a weird feeling gathering in his chest when she would give him a friendly wave as they passed each other by. He saw her in the Great Hall, his skin growing warm as his eyes accidentally caught hers from where they both sat at their respective tables.

Their next potions class together, Tom planned to work alone, but Y/N fell into step beside him, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she asked, “do you mind if I join you?”. Tom, who should have found a polite way to tell her to ‘fuck off’, couldn’t bring himself to turn her away.

“Not at all,” Tom wanted to hex himself. Why would he say that? Tom worked alone, he didn’t want nor need a partner, yet he did not hesitate to let her join him. It was beginning to drive him mad, how out of character he was being towards a girl he’s known for no longer than a week. Tom needed answers for why he was acting this way, for why he was being affected in such a way.

But answers wouldn’t come. For the next month Tom was tormented every time they worked together: sweaty palms, shortness of breath, conflicting thoughts. He was beginning to think she was attempting to bewitch him in some way, casting discrete spells on him. So, he began to pay closer attention to her, trying to catch her in the act, paying attention to her every move.

He noticed everything. From the way she hid behind her hands when she laughed all the way to how she liked her fruit cut a certain way. Every mannerism he noticed, he mentally jotted down— in case it was needed for future blackmail of course (he was sure he could spin the fruit thing into a vicious rumor of some kind).

Everything came to a head on February 26th. It was a chilly Friday night and the Slug Club was supposed to meet for a lavish dinner in Slughorn's office with its usual attendants.

Except, when Tom walked in it was anything but the usual attendants or atmosphere. Instead Tom walked into an office decorated to look far more lavish than usual with trays of food and drink floating about for guests to pick off of. As Tom walked further in, he saw more than just the typical group of boys that met once a month. He saw other students, as well as other adults, whom Tom assumed were acquaintances of Slughorn.

Tom thought of skipping this meeting, as gatherings such as this were out of his comfort zone, until something caught his eye. ‘Sweet Salazar,’ Tom thought to himself, exasperated. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at— or should he say, who he was looking at. It was Y/N, dressed in a flattering knee length, emerald dress. Tom thought of approaching her, but found himself rooted in place.

After a second, he finally found himself moving towards her, but before he could make it to her side, another boy approached her first. Tom slowed his steps as he felt a surge of white hot anger consume him at the sight of this Neanderthal touching her, as if he was worthy of such a thing. He was a plain looking fellow; average height, basic attire, and dull features.

‘As if she would go for the likes of him,’ it was that thought that made alarm bells go off in his head. Why would he think that? If not that boy, then who would she go for? Tom’s mind raced as he thought the question over. He fought with himself as he kept coming back to the same conclusion: Y/N deserved himself.

It was a conclusion he didn’t understand, but it was the only one he kept coming back to; the only one that made sense. Needing time to process what he realized, he slinked off, out of Y/N’s eyesight.

Tom was good at sneaking around and avoiding others, it was something he’d done since before his days at Hogwarts, when he was just a young child at Wool’s Orphanage. So it wasn’t hard to avoid Y/N for the remainder of the gathering, but in trying to avoid her, he ran into Slughorn.

“Tom! My boy! How are you enjoying the party?” Slughorn asked, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder. Tom, though he wanted to be left alone, faked a polite smile, “I’m enjoying myself well enough, sir, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time.” He hoped a little flattery would help spend this conversation up, as he wasn’t in the mood to deal with him right now. “Good, good..” Slughorn trailed off, Tom hoped that would be the end of it, but the Professor seemed to have one more thing to add.

“I’ve noticed you hanging around Ms. Y/L/N more, and I must say, I like the idea of you two growing closer,” Slughorn confessed. Tom, though feeling embarrassed that his teacher noticed and decided to comment on an aspect of his personal life, played the bashful card. He forced himself to smile and glance at his feet, “I see.”

Slughorn gave Tom a pat on the back, wishing him luck, and departed to go mingle with more guests. Tom managed to avoid both Slughorn and Y/N for the rest of the night as he stayed in the furthest section of the party, mingling with the likes of Mulciber and Nott.

Finally having had enough, Tom decided to slip out of the room and into the empty hallway, intent on going back to his dorm and getting some rest. He hadn’t made it far from the party when he heard Y/N call for him from behind.

“Tom!” Y/N’s voice echoed throughout the hall. Tom stopped and turned to her, unsure of what she could need from him. Once she finally caught up to him, she stopped before him, slightly winded. Tom gave her a moment to collect herself, but a bashful look crossed her face as she seemed to be second guessing herself.

“Yes, Y/N?” Tom gently goaded, trying to get her to spit it out. It was another second before she finally spoke, “will you walk me back to my common room?”. It was a question that took him off guard, as that was not in the realm of what he guessed she could want. The fact that she wanted him to walk her back to her common room made his heart thump wildly against his chest. Giving her a slight nod, he held his arm out to her.

Feeling her hand delicately grasp his arm made him feel sick, having never done anything like this before. “Did you enjoy yourself? I assume this was the first time you’ve been invited?” Tom asked, trying to fill the silence. Well, that’s what he told himself at least. Truthfully, he just wanted to hear her voice; he could listen to her speak all day if she let him.

“Yes, this is my first time going,” she confirmed, “it was alright, a bit overwhelming if I’m being honest.” Tom nodded, knowing what she meant, “I felt the same.”

The two of them lapse into silence, only the sounds of their shoes could be heard as Tom escorted her back to her common room. Tom made sure to take smaller steps to be sure he didn’t accidentally drag her across the castle, but also, to prolong their walk.

Still, the walk was over far too soon as they came to a stop in front of her common room entrance. She let go of his arm, and the two of them faced each other. “Thank you for walking me back, Tom,” Y/N said. Tom gave her a genuine smile, “it was nothing.”

Y/N looked from Tom, to the entrance, and back to him again. She seemed as if she wanted to say something, and Tom, not wanting to be rude (for once) patiently waited for her to gather her courage to say what was on her mind. “I plan to go to Hogsmeade next weekend, would you mind accompanying me?” She asked.

The look on Tom’s face must have been awfully amusing as Y/N’s laughter reverberated throughout the hall. The sound of her laughter making his chest ache with how sweet it sounded. It made Tom wish he could bottle it up and keep it on a shelf; save it for moments when he needed to be reminded that something other than pain and cruelty existed in this world.

“So..” Y/N trailed off, laughter still evident in her tone, “is that a yes?”.

Finding his voice Tom agreed, “that’s a yes.”

Tom and Y/N bid each other goodnight, parting ways as she stepped through the entrance to her common room. As the entrance closed behind her Tom turned to make his way back to the dungeon, a feeling of anticipation filling him as thought’s of Y/N and their future date overrun his mind.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

*hits the table* PEGGING WITH GERHARD PLEASE PLEASE

This was degrading. Humiliating.

He was the head of the exalted house of Fra. A noble. A high-ranking member of VLAD and respected by many. Yet here he was.

With his ass in the air like a common whore. His sweat, tears, cum, and drool staining his priceless sheets as his fists twisted in them. Begging for more.

“You’re so pathetic.” His lover chastised at his pleading. To which Gerhard could only whine.

He was pathetic. Pathetic, and needy, and desperate for attention and love. Desperate for this mind-numbing pleasure they gave him. To not be Gerhard of House Fra for a while. To just be a man of his choosing. And the man he has chosen is to be their whore. “Please….harder…”

“You’re going to get hurt my love.” His lover’s hips snap forward hard but controlled.

Gerhard cried out as the force scampered him forward on the sheets. His hands reclining for purchase. He knows they would never actually hurt him, but he wants to believe for a moment that they will. Teach him a lesson. Put him in his place. He’s failed to bring glory to his house, to be a good father, to be a good husband. He deserves to be punished and fucked like a dog. Not by half by a woman this beautiful, but Gerhard can’t help that.

“Oooo….are you gonna cum Gerhard?” She must see the tell-tale shake in his shoulders. How his hips roll back on her artificial cock. He doesn’t have to confirm it. All the signs are there. “Mmm…I wish I could cum inside you with this thing.” Her hand splayed across his damp back, but her hips never stop. “Fill you up so you have to walk around with me inside you all day. Would you like that, Gerhard? To have me inside you all day?”

Gerhard let out a gurgled moan. Too dazed to even do that properly, but manages to still get out a befuddled “yes”.

Her hips speed up again and he can’t hold on any longer. Cumming all over his legs, his stomach, and the sheets before his legs give out and he is forced to lay in his own mess.

His lover rolled her hips and cock into him slowly now to work him through his orgasm. Slowly sliding out of him when it was over. The sound of her phallus slipping out of him with a wet, obscene noise.

Gerhard barely had the energy to look up out of the corner of his eye and watch her take her harness off. The straps had reddened her lush skin. A sign of all the hard work she had done while he just lay there like a helpless fool. And yet, it was she who came over to him and gently brush his hair out of his face and asked, “are you alright?”

Gerhard nodded. He doesn’t trust himself to say anything right now. How his voice might crack. How it might not even work at all. How he might open his mouth and say something stupid like ‘I love you’. So he just nuzzled into the fingertips stroking his hair and tried to get some sleep. He would have to return to the exhausting duty of being 'Gerhard Fra' in the morning. He would need his rest.

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom.

Urban Life

Being London born and bred, she knew the city’s sounds by heart. Cars honking or backfiring. Large groups of tourists chatting and laughing in the famous sites of the city. Shouts and arguments from the pubs. Swans and ducks cackling in St. James’s Park. They were all a part of her, which became apparent every time she visited her grandparents in the countryside. 

As a little girl, she slept through everything, sound or no sound, but as she grew older, she had trouble falling asleep without all the bustle from the streets of her beloved city. It used to pass after a day or two, though.

When she was nine, her teacher gave the class an assignment about sounds, smells, or tastes and what one or more of them, reminded the children of.

She asked her father for advice on what she should choose, or whether she should go with all the subjects.

“It’s really up to you, love,” John said. “Perhaps avoid the smells. You know far too many disgusting ones that might be difficult to explain. And your teacher might think you’re exaggerating and making things up.”

He looked over at his husband who were currently measuring something green with…well, something foul smelling.

Rosie’s papa didn’t notice any of this, because his sole focus was on the delicate experiment that could solve the case he was investigating.

“Yeah, I think I will go for the sounds,” Rosie said after a few moments.

“Good decision,” John praised just as steam rose from Sherlock’s concoction, and a terrible stench made John and Rosie run to the sitting room and open both windows while coughing loudly.

***

Rosie’s teacher was not entirely satisfied with her assignment. She made her stay in the classroom after she had excused the other children.

“This task was supposed to be truthful and not fictional,” she said.

“I know that. And it is,” Rosie protested. 

“You can’t seriously mean that police sirens and lights remind you of your parents and your uncle.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.”

“I refuse to have a lying pupil in my class! I’ve called your father and he will be here any minute, so we can solve this,” the stubborn teacher said.

Rosie rolled her eyes and wanted to tell her teacher, who was new, that calling John or Sherlock would do nothing to help the woman’s cause.

As it where, both her parents came to their precious girl’s rescue, and left a befuddled and slightly dazed teacher in their wake.

“How was I supposed to know that her parents are the famous detective and that doctor, and that the uncle is a DI at the Met?” she complained to one of her colleagues later.

She didn’t get much support.

“If you hadn’t been so reluctant to learn the kids’ surnames, you wouldn’t have found yourself in this mess. Watson-Holmes is a dead giveaway in my book,” the colleague grinned. 

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A Tav romance dynamic that I would love is tav being the older and more experience lover. Tav that is similar to Halsin in a sense.

They aren't particular slutty in a sense but more on horny when a certain switch is flipped for them.

I want a Tav that isn't shy about talking about sex but just doesn't announce it as they see it disrespectful to their partner.

A Tav that will add their input about very lewd joking conversations with a sense of experience and everybody will be just like eyebrow raised in befuddlement.

A Tav that will correct or give tips to Shadowheart when she talks about bondage or when she is in bondage on knots that give more pleasure and security than pain.

A Tav that will gently wrap any blisters and ice any bruises Lae'zel gets after their very fiery and passionate sessions. Sessions that specifically included a hand wrapping around her neck and firmly squeezing.

A Tav that knows how to slow Karlach's hips down. Showing her the fun in indulging on unrushed and focused thrusts.

A Tav that Astarion knows have held and dominated dozens of lovers before him is now kneeling for him. That Tav chooses to kneel for him.

A Tav that shows Wyll all the possibilities love and passion could be. A lover that has so much love in their eyes that just meeting Wyll's eyes he feels passion in his belly roars. A Tav that shows love and lust doesn't have to be separate.

A Tav that shows Gale laughter during sex isn't always an insult. To have a lover that you can trust to have a laugh during sex is a great sign of love.

[causticsodaa]

Tensei Ringo and Choji

(I apologize for the lack of quality for some of the panels, I hate tumblr image limit)

A few years ago, Nii Satoru had drawn a series of WBK characters parodying certain J-pop/Vocaloid songs. Nearly all of these arts containing the songs had lyrics that directly related/fit the character drawn, such as Endo sitting like Kenshi Yonezu in Shinigami, Sakura running in a similar fashion shown in the Mahi music video by yama, and Tsubaki drawn as the girl in Gira Gira sung by Ado.

However, there is one particular art that stands out to me: Choji parodying Tensei Ringo (Reincarnation Apple) by PinnochioP.

For context, Tensei Ringo tells the story of a person (the singer) being generally unsatisfied with their life and themself as a person. They buy a magical apple which lets them reincarnate and start a brand new life every time they bite into it. Though they manage to accomplish great things in during their multiple lives, they all eventually end badly. The singer then realizes that no matter reality they’re in, their reality will always turn sour. The singer throws the apple in the trash can in the end, choosing to live with their normal reality instead.

If you would like to know more about Reincarnation Apple’s plot, I recommend checking out the Vocaloid Lyrics Wiki article for the song, from which I’ve taken the translated lyrics from.

But isn’t the song about isekai’ing and being unsatisfied with every reality you’re in? How does this relate to Choji in any way?

As mentioned in the prior examples, Nii-sensei had deliberately chosen specific songs with lyrics that fit certain characters. The same applies to Choji, though Tensei Ringo’s straightforward lyrics take a different meaning altogether if you apply the context of Choji’s story to them.

For the analysis part of this post, I’ve only included lyrics that relate to Choji/Shishitoren rather than the full song, due to it’s indirect nature when attributed to their story. Tensei Ringo is one of my favorite PinoP songs, so without further ado, here’s my own interpretation of it!

Lyrics

I hate my ordinary self, I despise my colorless life

This alludes to Choji’s mentality when he first became the leader of Shishitoren. Unsure of how to proceed now that he’s finally reached his goal, he finds himself confused. He then started to blame his teammates, rather than himself for his issues.

‘Colorless’ can also refer to how Choji was constantly bored throughout the Shishitoren arc, complaining about not having fun.

I took a mouthful of a suspicious apple that I bought from a shady dealer // All the shrewd wannabes are doing it // I can be reborn as someone meaningful with this Reincarnation Apple

Choji had always wanted to become the top of Shishitoren, though with the misconception of ‘becoming free’. The reincarnation aspect of Tensei Ringo now becomes a metaphor for leadership/strength, rather than ideal escapism.

This line can also refer to Umemiya’s own leadership, and how Choji used to envy him as the top of Furin.

I became an artist, from the whole world I was praised // I was special, everyone else ordinary, in my talent I was befuddled and amazed

Choji has always been admired when in Shishitoren, whether it be for his bright personality or his sheer strength. He was genuinely loved by everyone…

But I lacked the gift to love, and my beloved others abandoned me

This line doesn’t really fit Choji’s story as the opposite occurred during SSTR arc, but I like to interpret this as Choji not realizing that he’s always been free when he’s with his teammates (lacked the gift to love), and how the members of Shishitoren had been kicked out of the team if they were perceived as weak (maybe Choji percieving them as ‘abandoning’ Shishitoren’s priniciples/being strong).

I became an inventor, I created the invention of the century

‘Invention’ could possibly refer to Choji’s wanting to be as free as possible, so he decided to become the leader of Shishitoren, as well as Choji wanting everyone to become as strong as him.

“Please bring peace to the world”, I prayed truly and sincerely

Much like the singer in original song, Choji thinks that his idea will help change Shishitoren for the better.

But my invention was weaponized, a cruel rain of blood it created

Spoiler alert: It didn’t, thanks to Togame. Since he had enabled Choji instead of challenging his faulty ideals head on (my invention was weaponized), Togame had effectively ruined Shishitoren by discarding those who were ‘weak’ (a cruel rain [given it was actually raining when Jo made his promise] of blood it created).

Strategies to win in life, surefire guide to feel elate

Pretty much summarizes Choji’s initial mentality as a leader: being the top made you the freest and is fun—though Choji wasn’t able to experience either of those things.

How imprudent, did your “selfhood” evaporate?

This is literally Umemiya’s sentiment towards Choji:

Dancing on a mountain of corpses

This lyric reminds me of the chapter art below. ‘A mountain of corpses’ references the amount of people kicked out of Shishitoren for being too weak, hence Choji sitting the pile of jackets. The ‘dancing’ part could show how Choji was rather careless about how he handled his team.

Love me, love me, no~

This particular line is repeated throughout the song’s choruses; and with it, a picture of a sun is also shown in the music video. Togame calls Choji the sun. I think these two images explain themselves.

The same characterless stories are sparkling

This could refer to Choji’s perspective of the fights in the Orion. Though they had moved Furin students (and the audience in that extent), Choji never fully understood the nuance of each fight, only admiring the skills of the fighters themselves. He even sleeps through Suo and Kanuma’s fight.

Reincarnation, overkill at the end of endless reincarnations

‘Overkill’ can exemplify the state of Shishitoren during Choji’s initial leadership.

I became a savior, unconditional love I gave to all // Worshiped and respected by the people, young and old I would enthrall

Connects back to Choji being loved.

But I was too innocent, evil deceived me and to the bare bones they ate

Could either allude to how naïve Choji was before he became the top (evil being the need to be free), or Togame willingly enabling Choji.

I became a revolutionary, I despised the lip service and deceit // I questioned and fought in a world where the honest always faced defeat

This is my personal interpretation, but I believe that this line relates more to Togame’s true wish to stop Choji rather than Choji himself.

But I was consumed by my power and even peace I cremated

Self explanatory.

I don't have a great cause, just change and reset

Refers to Choji not having a proper goal to achieve once he became the top as well.

A slave to pleasure, the ghost of a highbrow smartass // Even in another world, reality was just as lame

Connects back to Choji wanting to be free, and constantly feeling bored after he became Shishitoren’s leader.

Again and again, reborn and reborn // Historyless and uneducated? I'm sorry

Shows Choji’s ignorance (and him apologizing to Togame after his fight w/ Ume)

I became an adventurer, I set out in search of an ideal // Everyone marveled at me as I took on the most challenging ordeal

Yeah.

But my ideals went to the extreme, innocent lives I sacrificed // Oh, oh, not again? What destination will suffice?

YEAH.

Oh, my reincarnation is over, I'm back to my ordinary self // I'm sad but I breathe a sigh of relief, where should I go from here // Everyone quits once they’re sober, a sense of self, we become mindful

This is quite literally Choji after Shishitoren arc lol

Straight into the trash, the Reincarnation Apple

Relates to how Choji finally realizes the error of his ways post-Shishitoren.

Additional Thing

What’s funny is that in the other official parody arts, the characters seem to be doing the things depicted in their respective MVs. Furin Trio does the silly little dance shown in Solar System Disco by NayutalieN, and even Suo sits just like Kaito in Shanti by wotaku.

But in Choji’s art (pls scroll back up to see it again), he’s holding the apple, as compared the girl in the thumbnail of Tensei Ringo. It’s nowhere near his mouth—and it’s probably because unlike in Reincarnation Apple, Choji didn’t overindulge himself (bite into the apple over and over again when he felt unsatisfied) in being the freest or use his power to do worse things, since he realized his wrongdoings in the end.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Barbara Stanwyck (Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Double Indemnity)—I hope someone else has submitted better propaganda than I because I don't want my girl's prospects to rest on me just yelling PLEASE VOTE FOR MY TERRIBLE HOT GIRLFRIEND. She is a delight in everything! She is often a sexy jerk! (It's most of the plot of Baby Face!) Even when she plays a "good girl" (as an example, Christmas in Connecticut, which more people should see) she's still kind of a jerk and I love her for it! She won't take men's shit and she sure wouldn't take mine!

Mae Clarke (The Public Enemy, Frankenstein)—she was in frankenstein. which i think is neat

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Mae Clarke propaganda:

Barbara Stanwyck propaganda:

"THE queen of screwball comedies. I adore her, I'd kill for her, I will cry if she's not gonna win this poll."

"listen ok she had awful politics she was a mccarthyist right wing wacko BUT she's so incredibly hot that i've deluded myself into believing i could fix her. if you see her onscreen she carries herself in a way that's just so effortlessly sexy AND she has just a stunning face. imo she was at her hottest in the 1940s but even as early as the late 1920s she had a rly captivating screen presence and just a beautiful face, and then post-1950 she was just irresistibly milfy so really she was just always incredibly hot. she was also an incredibly talented actress who was equally stellar in melodrama, film noir, and unhinged screwball comedy. the blonde wig they made her wear in double indemnity is notoriously silly looking but she still looks sexy in it so that's gotta count for something. i've watched so many terrible movies just for a chance at seeing her that i think her estate should be paying me damages."

"Not often thought of for her sultriness, Barbara Stanwyck was incredible in that she could actually choose to be hot if the role called for it, and then have a glow-down to look ordinary for another role. She wasn't the most beautiful or effervescent, but damn did she have rizz. Watch her with Gary Cooper in Ball of Fire teaching him about "yum-yum" or with Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve whispering huskily into his ear."

"THE leading lady of the golden age of hollywood. One of the only actresses to work independent of a studio, making short-term contracts that enabled her to make movies wherever she wanted. She had so much range, and could act in basically any genre. She's been rumored to be a lesbian literally since she was active in Hollywood; most notable is the rumor that she had a long time on-and-off relationship with famously bi Joan Crawford, her "best friend" for decades (They lived right next door to one another). She also lived with Helen Ferguson, her "live-in publicist" for many years. She was the quintessential femme fatale in Double Indemnity, and really pushed sexual boundaries in her pre-code films like Baby Face, and the famous screwball The Lady Eve, where she plays basically a downlow domme. Allegedly, when a journalist asked her if she was a lesbian, she straight up threw him out of her house. She even played a lesbian in Walk on the Wild Side"

"She is always the smartest woman in the room. Watching her play Henry Fonda like a befuddled fiddle in The Lady Eve was a highlight of my life. Femme fatale in Double Indemnity, comedy queen in Ball of Fire. She can do anything."

"She was part of my gay awakening"

"SHE'S A PRE-CODE QUEEN. She did everything, drama, comedy. The most beautiful woman in the world to watch weep. Beg for to step on you with those legs. Fun Babs story: Ginger Rogers was offered the role in Ball of Fire but said, “Oh, I would never play that part, she’s too common.” So they called Barbara Stanwyck and they said “We offered this to Ginger Rogers but she’s turned it down, would you be interested?” And she read the script and she said; “You bet! I LOVE playing common broads.” (Source: https://misstanwyck.tumblr.com/post/72996544180/barbara-stanwyck-photographed-for-ball-of-fire)"

[danothan]

oops i meant headcanons for dc (😨)

[ask game]

😨: fear-themed headcanon

idk if you had a specific character in mind for this, but i’ll default to barry + hal as per uzhe ^__^

a lot of ppl have played around w the fun contrast of barry’s fear of heights and hal’s flight powers/passion for flying planes, either by having hal tease him abt it when he has to fly them somewhere or by helping him thru his fears as his trusted emotional support. and while barry’s thoughts on hal’s interests/abilities range from supportive to admiration to confused acceptance, we also know that he views it as smth reckless and completely beyond him

going off of that, i think their dynamic should have the inverse as well

while flying is hal’s expertise, forensic science is barry’s, and it would be just so delightful if hal was squeamish over the bodies and crime scenes that barry’s completely used to. he even seems fascinated by them, which only befuddles hal even more (now he knows how barry feels!)

obviously, hal is very familiar w death, both of others and his own, but alien/monster gore (which is what he’s more often surrounded by) is different. ofc death of any creature is disturbing to witness, but there’s a certain level of unmatched horror in seeing smth that resembles you, a reflection of your humanity, in a state of death. and while hal is used to violence, it’s the aftermath of it that rly fucks him up

there’s smth abt how he never got to see either of his parents’ bodies when they died that i think should deeply affect him. we get a glimpse of that in knight terrors, and i’d like to believe that it extends to dead bodies in general. it’s real in a way he never learned how to confront

now, i don’t think barry knows abt all this, i’m not even sure hal is consciously aware of it himself. i mean it’s pretty normal to not like seeing dead bodies, that’s kinda the societal default. barry’s the weird one for choosing a job that keeps him surrounded by corpses 24/7, voluntarily working overtime, talking to the bodies when he’s alone, etc. hal probably thinks this makes his whole reckless flying obsession seem normal in comparison. but you know what they say, one man’s passion is another man’s worst fears !

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: balcony ✧ @taylorswiftmicrofic ✧ wc: 531

bitchkiller/deathstar ✧ (sirius black/barty crouch jr) ✧

cw: swearing

“Didn’t know you smoked Crouch.” Sirius drawls with a lazy smirk, closing the sliding door behind him as he walks out onto the balcony of Remus and Regulus’ shared apartment.

Barty exhales lazily, the joint glowing a bright orange in contrast to the dark onyx of the night sky. The noise and music of the house party is muffled behind the two of them by the glass door.

It’s exactly the break Sirius was looking for, as much as he’d like to retain his fuckboy party persona, it does get tiring. The crux of the matter is that Sirius refuses to slow down in fear of feeling anything of actual value.

Which is exactly why it’s so dangerous to be outside with Barty, where Sirius’ feelings teeter into a somewhat grey area. Somewhere in-between lust, affection and frustration.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me Black” Barty drawls back, not looking away from the lights of the city. Sirius wants to tug his own hair out and yell in frustration just so Barty would spare him a glimpse.

Sirius Black does not chase, he attracts.

But for some reason, he seems to be consistently chasing the younger boy for any sliver of attention.

“Yeah? I would’ve assumed you were an open book” Sirius murmurs, sliding beside the green haired boy, leaning his back against the concrete boundary behind them, watching as the streetlights illuminate the younger boys’ face.

“You’re just not used to people not spilling their entire life stories to you to get into your pants” Barty states.

Sirius if offended, even though Barty’s right, he’s still offended.

He’s not sure why, maybe it’s something to do with the fact he wishes Barty would see him in a better light, more attractive maybe.

Its dumb, and insecure but it’s the truth. Sirius desperately wants Barty to think he’s cool.

Sirius’ frown must be quite physically prominent because when Barty turns to look at him slightly, his lips tilt in amusement at the expression on Sirius’ face.

“What?” he asks defensively, and Barty only shakes his head with a small smirk, Sirius feels a tingling of pride over being the cause of some part of Barty’s amusement, albeit at his own expense.

“You’re alright you know Black?” Barty huffs with a small laugh and warmth spreads across Sirius’ chest, which he chooses to believe is the alcohol settling in his system.

“You’re alright too Crouch” He responds back, aiming for cool and detached and missing by miles considering his inbred complexion causes his blush to look like the worst case of sunburn.

“Alright enough to sleep with?” Barty asks, an eyebrow raised, and Sirius is shocked. He watches as a flicker of insecurity brushes over Barty’s expression and Sirius’ resolve hardens.

“Alright enough to take on a date.” He states seriously, confidence wavering, however he holds his ground. Barty pauses, joint still being held still in his hand before he seems to shake off the befuddlement.

“Saturday, 8 PM, Hogsmeade?” Barty asks stiffly, form tensing as if preparing himself physically for rejection and Sirius’ expression softens.

“Yeah. Friday, 8, Got it! Cool! Yeah!” Sirius stammers like an idiot.

[neoyi]

☀️"I'm in the race, but I've already won And getting there can be half the fun So don't stop me 'til I'm good and done Don't you try to rain on my Perfect day" 🌙

Oh, boy, time for another Resh'an/Specter fancomic, in which Resh'an tries to improve his social life and Shopkeeper, oddly, has a problem with that. This one will be 16 pages. Here's the first half. Takes place after "Moonlight Jellies."

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⭐ bsky / Prince Marine: The Dandy Robot (webcomic) / itch.io / Ko-Fi ⭐

More info under the "Keep Reading.

This takes place after "The Messenger." Since a lot of a Messenger's duty is cyclical, even after Ninja ends the Demon Army, that doesn't mean other time periods and alternate worlds are safe. So the Order's job is never done. Plus, I assume they're also just keeping an eye out for any kind of strange anomaly throughout space/time, so... they got their work cut out for them.

I have not read ever single ARG Sabotage Studios released, so I'm not a 100% sure on what Shopkeeper or any Order's relationship is with Resh'an. I chose to stick with them being, for lack of better analogue, work buddies. Resh'an is not associated with the Blue Robes and vice versa (though I believe that's canon), they just have similar goals concerning time and space.

I colored in Shopkeeper's robes a different shade of blue to let her stand out from Arty and Prophet. The bowling shirts also have little pins to further differentiate the three. They each have different height and weight, but I wanted to visually add some stuff so you can peg which one is which.

Why does Prophet sense Death in Specter Knight? Oh, maybe he's just more in-tune with the greater cosmos around him, who knows?

Specter Knight and Resh'an both agree Garrus is hot, but the latter liked the brooding tragic figure of Thane and Specter was kind enough to let his boyfriend choose the romance path.

I think Resh'an would enjoy her stories and provide good commentary. But he was so fucking burnt out that he kind of tuned out to most of them. Plus, you can only live for so long before you realize all her tales were stuff he's already heard some variation of over the millennia.

...Resh'an does like hearing about myths and stories about Death now that he's dating Specter. He likes asking the latter what, if any, confirmation or feelings he has towards many of them (he is very amused by the befuddling mess version of Death portrayed in the Bill and Ted films.)

[massy2ly]

Alright, buckle up… Part 2: Style

I’m so confused y’all 🧍‍♀️ discombobulated, flummoxed, as befuddled as a squirrel in a nut factory. And not about ep. 4 at all, to me this episode hinted at all there was to say. What confuse me are THE REACTIONS around this episode that I keep seeing on all platforms .

Maybe it’s just me idk but this shit is a little weird because I don’t see how you can come to the conclusion that:

1. Fadel folded, surrendered, entered the shiny gates of the garden of romance, and is willing to delve into the danger that is love (I’m exaggerating ofc lol).

2. Style started having genuine deep feelings for this guy and actually wanted to be his boyfriend.

- Style who just recently started being intrigued by Fadel, Style who’s been so self centered that every action he takes and every word that comes out of his mouth are driven by his initial purpose. Egoistical (so far) and so arrogant that he takes offense at Fadel’s legitimate reactions to his intrusive, borderline sociopathic behavior. Style who keeps showing a creepy double face whenever we switch from his interactions with Fadel to his meetings with Kant or just him being alone. Style who admitted to acting stupid and goofy as not to raise suspicion. Style who lives for a good challenge and still takes Fadel as the perfect one to satisfy his ego.

Style who’s my favorite baby in the show but also the biggest mystery out of the four characters. We gained sm insight into Fadel’s life and turmoil. I could write an essay about Kant and already can picture his inner conflict and the chaos that would unfold when he admits to his feelings for Bison (criminal mind of a man on survival mode but also such a lonely and beyond stressed lover boy who’s tired of controlling everything). Bison is pure dynamite with a childlike rawness and temperament that are as adorable as they can be explosive if you get on his wrong side (pretty sure he’s the most dangerous out of the two brothers and I think Kant is realizing that too).

Style tho? We don’t know much about him beyond his obsession with cars, his carefree nature, his joie de vivre, his brazenness, his courage, his uniqueness, a shamelessness that is just unmatched. To me, it’s not that he doesn’t understand social cues, he just chooses not to pay them any heed, in addition to disregarding people’s emotions. He’s shameless and selfish and entitled.

But I like to believe there’s a whole lot more about Style we weren’t allowed to see since he’s the one who’s been acting the most. Not only that but he’s the one who does it best: Kant’s face is so expressive that you can see the cracks in his mask. One threat and that smile wobbles and he starts looking constipated lol. It also helps that we��ve seen him interact with many people which gives us an overall portrait of who he is. But when it comes to Style, we’ve only started to glimpse at his true face and there’s so much more to uncover. The fear now that he knows what Fadel is, the love he’ll start feeling towards a soft Fadel, the dilemma between what’s right and wrong, between loyalty and betrayal, safety and danger. Vulnerability seems to me the key word for him as we haven’t seen yet an emotionally vulnerable Style. Fear, love, confliction and hurt will bring out a serious side of him that could balance his eccentricity and, subsequently, convince me that his feelings are genuine.

However, for now, it’s not the case!!! This guy is physically attracted to Fadel, still sees him as a case to crack (fadel got it right on that one), is definitely intrigued and interested, but genuine attachement? A big no. If there is any, it’s still dormant or he’s not aware of it. Can you blame him tho? Realistically, Fadel hasn’t done much to make his heart flutter. Bro was still being cruel and humiliated him just a day before they got together. As unhinged as he is, Style is not sadistic lol and actually needs someone to bring out his vulnerable side with softness and love. Because Fadel showed no potential of being able or willing to do that before, Style is not aware of the grave he dug for himself. I think he does not expect to fall in love with him, which could explain why he agreed in this ep to work with Kant. He’s still so detached and out of touch with his feelings to not conclude that the most logical decision is using his status to stop a killer. He’ll probably realize how wrong he was when he gets a taste of lover Fadel in next episode. I hope ep 5 marks the beginning of him falling in love because I suspect he’ll already be in too deep when Fadel discovers (or confirms) his ulterior plans.

Anyway, even though I know he’s not there yet, I still hope that the kiss, the words he said to fadel and that look on his face were genuine. I wanted to break Kant’s face and that FUCKING CAR when Style looked all smug about his victory. It’s so sad and I can’t wait to see the guilt, self consciousness and love eating him up for once.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Calico's Goretober prompts!

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Goretober 2024

This is an unofficial event, so anything goes, but here are some optional guidelines:

Any of the prompts, to include the "title", can be used for the date group. Participants can use one prompt per day, choose one for the date group, or combine multiple for a single piece.

PROMPTS:

October 1-3

Sweet Treat: (candy gore, devour, poison)

October 4-6

The Hunt: (trap, shot, torn apart)

October 7-9

Elsewhere: (celestial, infernal, mechanical)

October 10-12

Something Rotten: (decay, infection, insects)

October 13-15

Astringent: (experiment, surgery, chemical reaction)

October 16-18

Brutal: (flaying, fingers, eyes)

October 19-21

Elemental: (fire, frozen, plants)

October 22-24

Fever Dream: (shadowy, bright, hallucinations)

October 25-27

Airway: (drowning, asphyxiation, strangled)

October 28-30

Warped: (That doesn't go there, something's missing, metamorphosis )

October 31

Humors: (Sanguine, Melancholic, Phlegmatic, Choleric)

Bonus Prompts

Torture Chamber: (electrocution, acid, chains, blade, bludgeon, beating)

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