#and most of these guys are clearly lying about their heights

[barclaygoodrow]

Listen the realization that Foxy is small makes me feel like I'm in love with him. It's personally a whole thing for me that tall guys are scary and I feel less comfortable around tall men. I'm 5'3 at best and the realization that there is No Fucking Way Foxy is 5'11 makes me happy. It makes him cuter and more approachable and I feel even more attracted to him

[blue-babygirl]

The Stolen Donut

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Innocent!BAU!Reader

Type: Fluff

Description: You didn't know that Spencer doesn't like sharing his sweets nor did you know that they were his donuts. Oh well.

Warnings: Mentions of food.

Note: y/f/f = your favorite flavor

Everyone in the BAU knows not to touch Spencer’s sweets. Ever. Let alone eat them. At least that’s what they all think. Y/n has heard word spread around the bullpen when Spencer brings sweets to the office with a warning tone but never really heard the warning in them.

I mean, why would people gossip about someone’s food? That doesn’t even make sense.

So, when you see a box of donuts with a couple of your favorite flavors, you don’t hesitate too long before taking one, only waiting a couple seconds to consider that the person that the box belongs to won’t miss a donut all that much when they still have five more.

Leaving a couple two-dollar bills where the donut in your hand previously was, you wait for your coffee while savoring the donut that you had been craving for the past week but weren’t able to get until just now.

Two minutes later as you were getting your coffee ready after finishing off the donut, Spencer walks in with his own cup. You silently offer him the pot with a smile, receiving a grateful smile in return. With that, you go back to your desk next to Emily.

“Who ate my donut?” A voice booms across the bullpen, making everyone look at the entrance of the breakroom. There stands Spencer with his eyes set on you and the box of donuts, the one which you had stolen one from, in his hands.

Everyone is quick to deny even touching the box, making Spencer stride across the bullpen to your desk. He narrows his eyes at you, making you nervous, but you make sure not to show it. Instead, all he finds is the surprise written across your face.

Truth is, you are surprised. You didn’t think that Spencer Reid, the nerd, the sweetest guy in the BAU, the one that rarely ever raised his voice and usually at unsubs or people that deserved it, your crush, and apparently the owner of the box of donuts, would be this mad at having lost a donut. In that moment, you decide that you don’t want to find out what would happen if he were to know that you ate his donut.

“Was it you? Did you eat the donut? My favorite y/f/f donut?” Spencer stands tall in front of your chair, and you feel intimidated at the difference in your heights in that setting.

“Nope. I didn’t even know you brought donuts.” You shrug nonchalantly before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Just so you know, I’m not the one who ate it alright! I learned my lesson last time!” Emily defends herself from behind you when Spencer turns to look at her after your denial.

Spencer huffs before practically stomping to his desk, clearly still mad about the stolen donut. You hear him mumble how that was his favorite flavor with a pout as he sits at his desk, making you feel bad.

Now you know why word usually spreads so fast whenever Spencer brings sweets to the office. You feel bad for having stolen the treat and then lying to him for the rest of the day before deciding that you will just get him a couple more of the same as an apology.

The next day you are the first one at the office with a box of two of your, and apparently Spencer’s, favorite flavor of donut in one hand and a half-eaten donut in another. You stop at your desk to quickly draft a cute note saying that you were sorry and that the treat was to make up for the stolen donut.

Leaving the box with the note addressed to Spencer in the fridge felt safe considering how scared most people are of touching his sweets. Once done, you get the coffee pot started and get to work.

When Spencer steps foot into the bullpen, most of the team is already here along with a lot of other people so you are sure that he is not going to know that you are the one what left the donuts in the fridge. But you still get a bit worried when you see Spencer storm off to Penny’s office with the donuts. To say you are nervous for what might be about to happen when he gets back is an understatement. So, the relief you feel when the two of them come out together, talking happily with Spencer eating one of the donuts, is pretty immense.

You gather your things to get to the round table as Penny calls everyone in for the briefing. You are still unsure if Spencer knows that you are the culprit or not but with how happy he looks, you don’t feel too worried. But that doesn’t last long as he calls your name after the quick briefing for your next case as everyone left the room to meet at the jet.

“What’s up?” You make sure not to let your nerves show in your voice. You fail.

“You know,” Spencer smiles as he comes closer to you and you realize what they mean when they say their knees went weak in those books, “you could have just asked for a donut Y/n. I wouldn’t say no to you.”

“Um... I’m sorry! I didn’t know they were yours! I just-” You stop when you hear him chuckle, making you pout slightly.

“Y/n, I like you and I don’t mind sharing my sweets with you. But that’s the extent of it, only you are allowed to have my sweets, okay?” Spencer grins as your cheeks turn crimson.

“Y-you like m-me? Like… like-like?” You ask him with wide eyes, not quite believing that your crush, who had been really mad yesterday, was confessing to not only liking you but also that he didn’t mind sharing his sweets with you.

“Yes, I like-like you. And I was hoping that you like-like me too. So, how do you feel about going to a cake-testing event with me?” Spencer leans against the table, rubbing the back of his neck as he slightly blushes.

“As a date?” Your eyes go even wider as if that was possible as he nods. “I would love to! Oh my god, yes yes yes!!” I jump forward and hug him without thinking, pulling back when you realize what you are doing. “W-we should pr-probably get going. Before everyone leaves.”

Spencer agrees as you make your way to the door with flaming red cheeks only to be greeted by the rest of the team outside the door, grinning at you, making you both blush even more if that was even possible.

“My man’s finally got game!” Derek laughs as he pats Spencer’s back.

The girls surround you, congratulating you and announcing a mandatory team night out after your date with Spence. Dave and Hotch congratulate you and Spencer before heading the team to get to the airport.

It’s safe to say that you came back with a boyfriend from your case.

[animeyanderelover]

Anon:

Hello, I'd like to ask for haikyuu HCs with a S/O who has an older brother kinda like Gyutaro from kny. A brother who is considered to be ugly by society, but is really strong and tall (talking about 6'8 kind of tall). They are really overprotective of their little sibling. How would they react?? To have someone clearly much stronger and not so easily swayed?? They can't fight them and they can't try to manipulate them. Not to mention that they are always together and is always listening to her brother.

For this request can I have Hinata, Kenma, Akaashi, Goshiki, Yaku, Kageyama, and Hoshiumi or Ushijima for the last one.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, obsession, possessive behavior, stalking, delusional behavior, stalking, manipulation, threats

Brother knows best

Shōyō Hinata

☀️Shōyō is already someone who is of a smaller height in comparison to some of his fellow volleyball members but your brother just freaks him out, terrifies him. In all honestly, he doesn't even believe it when he first finds out that you two are siblings because you two are so vastly different in looks and personality. Needless to say though, he stays the fuck away from your older brother because one look is enough to let Hinata know that he isn't wanted. He doesn't want to stay away from you though so he often tries to sneak in on you when your brother isn't around you but unfortunately your older brother is never far away and all Hinata can do is trip over his own words, trying to justify why he is talking to you. He's pushed away from you, is most of the time left staring at you from a safe distance with a hurt look in his obsessed eyes. His delusional tendencies additionally make it very difficult for him to realize why your brother dislikes him so much, never questioning the fact that he spams you with messages begging to meet you without your brother tagging along. He's failed to make a good impression on your brother and Hinata prays that your parents will have more favour upon him.

Tobio Kageyama

🌧️​He isn't shaking in his boots like Hinata is when he has your brother towering over him but the colour still leaves his face as he's in visible disbelief to hear that you're the younger sibling of this guy. He's even more hurt when he finds out that you've asked your bigger brother for help because you got a bit scared of the way Tobio was pinning after you in his own obsessed ways. He wants to explain himself, the thought of you fearing and disliking him unbearable but your brother doesn't let you anywhere near you, protective of you. There are a couple of confrontations Tobio has had with your brother because even if he's still frightened, his paranoia and desperation outweights that at one point. It never escalated further because you stopped your brother from starting a fight. Kageyama starts getting visible agitated at one point as his own frustration and inability to talk to you leads to aggressive manners around others as his temper is essentially always ready to go off. The anger melts off though whenever he manages to see you as he daringly follows you even with your brother around and at one point his emotions are so shot that he starts crying, crying, right in front of you.

Morisuke Yaku

🍀​Yaku tends to have some delusional moments but he quickly sober up when he has his first encounter with your very scary older brother and is forced to stray away from you. He'd be lying if he says he isn't terrified but he still tries to talk to your brother and interact normal with him. Only that your sibling never lets that happen. Now, after the first time Yaku has been forced to retreat, he starts calming down from his lovesick height and starts considering how he can solve this issue without any huge conflict. He tries, he really tries, to talk it through with your brother. He attempts to reason with him that he sincerely loves you and even gets a bit confronting with some of his arguments as he points out that you should have the chance to also get to know other people. He isn't dumb, he notices that you two are unhealthily attached to each other. Needless to say, your brother can't be reasoned with and Yaku realizes that quickly. Nor do you consider Yaku's suggestions to make your own decision as you listen to your brother. At this rate Yaku is also concerned and tries to get in contact with your parents in hopes that they'll do something as he's unable to act due to your brother.

Kenma Kozume

🐱​Kenma isn't even risking it when he sees who your brother is and how he behaves around you. That doesn't mean that he stops obsessing as his eyes always linger on you but he's way too skittish to talk to you with your overprotective sibling always hovering around you. For now Kenma just decides to observe from the distance as he always trails behind you two within a safe distance, unusually cautious to not get caught because of the overprotective antics of your older brother. He attempts to make contact with you via mails and messages only to discover that you don't seem to be willing to meet with him without your brother around as Kenma asks you to do as he knows that your brother probably wouldn't let him close to you. It's by now very clear for him that you listen to your brother as you have a strong bond with him, an unhealthy but very strong bond. Kuroo can't help him much either as your brother reacts hostile when hearing that his friend tries to put in a good word for him. All failed attempts let Kenma's mood down as he's slightly depressed with the situation. He spends hours online, searching for solutions to this problem. He might act passive but he sure as hell won't give up.

Keiji Akaashi

🍁​Akaashi's case causes a bit of an uproar and that isn't even his fault. Bokuto didn't intend to do it either but fact is that he's very vocally sad for his friend when Akaashi tells him that your brother is against him getting closer to you and since Akaashi is more well-known in school, it quickly spikes up a lot of discussions. You as well as your older brother are all of a sudden on fire as the rumors quickly escalate. Akaashi has always been a bit wary around your older brother due to your sibling's overprotective behavior but has hesitated due to his own obsession. When he tried to get to know you better and his brother strongly rejected and you listened to him despite the fact that you liked Akaashi, he saw himself forced to act though. Only that your brother was uncooperative and refused to listen at all, only got mad when Akaashi pointed out how his own behavior around you isn't healthy and keeps you from freely developing. This was the situation that started everything and it doesn't help the fact that many don't like your brother in the first place, their words hurting you. Akaashi didn't want any of this, promises to help as good as he can. He might ask for something in return though.

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅​For maybe the first time he experiences what it feels like to be the one on the weaker side and the fact that it stops him from actively making you his own truly threatens to have his anger tip over. He refuses to back down though nor does he show any signs of fear or intimidation when he walks up to you and your brother, fully intending to talk with you only to be stopped every time by your brother. It's always very tense when both of them just stare at each other with scary expressions on their faces as bystanders fear that both of them might try to kill each other within the very next moment. Perhaps the only thing stopping those two from really getting violent is the fact that you're always around. Ushijima never learns either as he always comes back and always agitates your brother by doing so because the intimidation doesn't seem to work on the man obsessed with you. Because Ushijima is so immensely popular even outside his school does this become a topic quickly and this is something Wakatoshi is ready to abuse to his own advantage. He's very firm in his belief that once you two actually get the chance to get to know each other, you'll fall in love with him too.

Tsutomu Goshiki

🌟​His body betrays him when your brother towers over him even if Goshiki tries to not appear scared as he wants to make a good impression on your family, including your older sibling. The sweat still runs down his face and even if he initially refuses to leave when your brother tells him so, he hurriedly scrambles away as soon as your brother starts yelling. He's incredibly disappointed and soon devastated when he soon after this first encounter realizes that your brother doesn't allow him to go anywhere near you. He really tries to stay positive as he attempts to better his image even if he doesn't know what he did wrong in the first place. He tries to impress your brother in any ways he can, wants to show him that he merely desires to become your good, loving and loyal boyfriend yet nothing seems to work on him. Tsutomu gifts you also lots of cute gifts which you seem to like and he hopes that this might make your brother less hostile only for him to forbid Goshiki to send you more presents in an attempt to gain his and/or your favor. After this Goshiki is truly falling low as he even cries in private. Similar to Hinata, he'll probably try his luck with your parents.

Hoshiumi Korai

🌊​Hoshiumi is also on a smaller side which should make him more intimidated of your brother but he's a very courageous and maybe just too stubborn for his own good kind of person. Stubborn and delusional make for one exhausting person as he's sure to even give your own brother several headaches as this guy just straightup refuses to back down. Frankly spoken, he doesn't comprehend why your brother doesn't want him anywhere near you. He's very clingy and pestering, obsessed and someone who tends to get easily jealous but Hoshiumi himself remains oblivious to those things after all. Additionally he always insists on his delusional belief that if your brother would just allow him to spend time with you, you'd fall over time in love with him too. So why is your older brother so opposed and tries to stop your lovestory from happening? He's bold with his words as he speaks what he thinks which almost got him several troubles before with your brother if it wouldn't have been for you. I see the very huge risk that he'll get a lot of people involved mainly because he's openly complaining to everyone because he is unhappy and feels unfairly treated, even if he has no intentions to do so.

[hannahbisssssss]

Creep Josef Headcannons

Someone Tries to Hurt You

Oh boy.

Josef is ON THEM like hornets in their nest.

Instantly comes to your rescue, knowing that you’re being harassed the second he sees how uncomfortable you look. 

Josef is not a physically intimidating guy per se, but he knows how to hold his own.

I mean. Come on. He’s killed 39 people. He’s learned a thing or two. 

There is an almost instant fight. 

Josef, contrary to popular belief, doesn’t like to fight unfairly.

For you, however, he would fight a thousand times over in the most unfair way possible.

“We can do this right here, or outside. Honestly, I’m fine either way.”

If you try to hold him back, he’s incredibly gentle with you, grabbing your arm or holding your hand. 

“Let’s just go.” 

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”

Punches the dude in the mouth if he tries anything else.

It had been a particularly rough day at the office, and Josef suggested that you go out for the night. He didn’t tend to enjoy large crowds, but he knew you were more comfortable in them and wanted to cater to you. You both decided to go to a low-key bar downtown, as it offered a larger area than the house, but a small enough area so you could both see each other. 

When you got to the bar, Josef instantly went to order drinks for the two of you. He doesn’t tend to drink, but is comfortable doing it around you. As he walked away, you went to find a place to sit. You found a nice booth near one of the windows, which showed the beautiful scenery outside. Something for the both of you.

“Why hello there, darlin’,” a thickly drawled voice came from behind. Turning around, thinking it was Josef trying to play a trick on you, your smile fell as you saw a large and intimidating man staring at you. 

“Hello,” you tried to keep the conversation short. 

“How are you this fine evening?”

“I’m alright. Just waiting for my boyfriend to come back with our drinks.” That should work.

“Oh come on, sweetheart, how about you and I spend the evening together?” Or not.

“I’m not really comfortable with that. Thank you though,” your politeness would be the death of you. Josef always tried to teach you to be more assertive, which clearly wasn’t working tonight. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone for the night.” Thank god. “If you give me a kiss.” Jesus.

“Look, I’m not trying to cause a fight or anything, but I would really appreciate it if you just left me alone.”

“You making friends over here, my dear?” Josef’s voice came from behind the mountain of a man. You have never been so relieved.

“You could say that,” the man said, turning to face Josef. 

“If you were lying you certainly could,” you responded. The man turned back to scowl at you. 

“Well, it seems that my girlfriend is not comfortable with you being around her, and I suggest that you listen to her. Once is more than enough times to tell you to fuck off.” Josef’s smile was intimidating; his eyes were deadly serious. 

“I don’t take kindly to smaller guys telling me what to do,” the man stood up to his full height.

“And you clearly won’t listen when anybody tells you no. Now, big guy, I would seriously recommend you take a few steps back so I can hand my girlfriend’s drink to her. I don’t want any trouble.”

“I’m sure you don’t, little guy,” the man took a step towards Josef. 

“Let’s just go, Josef,” you said, trying to gently move towards him. Unfortunately, the man was still in the way, and he grabbed your shoulder as you tried to get close to Josef. Now, you weren’t exactly sure what was going through Josef’s mind, but it wasn’t good. You knew this wasn’t going to end well, so you pulled yourself away from the man’s grip, grabbing Josef’s arm. 

“It’s okay, honey. We can just go home, alright?” Josef, clearly not wanting to leave the situation, had an unsettling smile on his face.

“After this son of a bitch apologizes to you, I would be glad to, Y/N.” 

“I ain’t apologizing for shit,” the man spat towards you.

“That’s what I was hoping you would say,” Josef spoke casually. Quickly, he threw the two drinks at the man’s face, punching him in the mouth the second he was blinded by the liquid. The man staggered, trying to wipe the alcohol out from his eyes. The punch disoriented him, however, and Josef took the opportunity to kick the man in the balls. 

“If you ever come around here and harass my girlfriend, or any other woman, I’ll make sure to find where you live and fuck you up there, too.” That was clearly a lie. He would be looking up where this man lived the second he could. The bouncer was nearing us, ready to throw the two of us out. You rested your hand on Josef’s shoulder. 

“Let’s get out of here, honey.” Josef just nodded, shrugging off the hand of the bouncer that tried to grab his other shoulder.

“We’re already leaving.” The two of you walk out together, making the trek back to your car. 

“I really appreciate you standing up for me.”

“I could’ve fucking killed him right then,” he growled. 

“I’m glad you didn’t. I wouldn’t want to have a boyfriend in jail,” Josef finally sighed, smiling at you. 

“That wouldn’t be good for either of us,” he replied. 

“Nope!” With that, I kissed him on the cheek, ready to head home after the hectic day the two of us had.

[ilovespec]

Dangerous obsession ~

| Yandere FEM ! Dangerous gangster × FEM civilian reader. | part 1

WARNINGS !!! : YANDERE BEHAVIOR !!! disrespect of a guy to a girl (to you) , illegal penetration , non - con touching, non - con kisses , your boyfriend here is a gangster, YANDERE IS FUCKING THE MOST DANGEROUS GANGSTER OF MY STORIES!!! Yandere = hot mommy. You can't change my mind about that.

Yandere description

You shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, standing next to your boyfriend. Judging by what he said, you will meet with the MOST influential criminal human in the entire region... (The region in Russia is something like a small state , to put it very briefly) . Your boyfriend may be a gangster, but he's a good man!! He even bought flowers for this "criminal human"! Well.. Sometimes he may not come home for several days, but the main thing is that he loves you, really....? You wrapped your hand around his, squeezing tightly. And he just looked at you wearily

- Your bf (boyfriend) : (your name), don't be so nervous, she won't eat you.

- You : I really hope so....

Your boyfriend snorts and looks away from you. Clutching a bouquet of flowers. But when a limousine parked next to you on the road, your boyfriend got weird... More active ? He immediately approached those who got out of the car... They were two women. One looked to be about 40 years old. She has short blonde hair, dark turquoise eyes and very impressive muscles and height. And next to her is also tall, but slightly shorter than her "friend" girl. She has white hair with black tips at the end of each strand, slightly pale skin and blue eyes.. By the way, 1 woman has a strange eyepatch, which is strange...

They came up to you, and your boyfriend immediately came up to them trying to give them a bouquet and ... Smiling? He rarely smiled even at you... And he immediately started talking.

- Your bf: Boss... uh, this is for you, please take it..!

But none of these women even paid attention to him at first. 1 the woman who was the most intimidating came right up to you.

- Creepy woman: Good evening to you. As far as I understand, are you this guy's girlfriend?

You nod awkwardly, blushing slightly. She has a German accent, and her appearance up close has... An adult charm ..?? She just smiles, and gently takes your hand in her MUCH larger and stronger palm. And then she kisses the back of your hand, with a half-smile on her face..!!!

- Creepy woman: my name is Belinda Blank, and what is your name, meine Liebe?

- You : I... I (your name)..

Then the second girl connects. She comes up to you and hugs you around the waist from behind. Which clearly angers 1 woman.

- A beautiful girl : And I'm Agafya. I'm Belinda's right-hand . She is the boss of all 4 gangs in this city ;)

- Belinda: So get away from her, I'm your boss, and that's an order.

Agafya just grins and walks away from you, and Belinda doesn't waste a second asking you questions (while hovering over you, unknowingly scaring you.)

And your boyfriend, meanwhile, is trying his best to earn their attention too. And he did it anyway. When he stupidly pushed you away slightly, there were obvious changes in their facial features instead of you standing in front of these two. And Belinda grabbed your boyfriend by the shoulder and hissed.

- Belinda : Junge Mann...Respect your girlfriend..

And Agafya added, laughing softly.

- Agafya : otherwise our boss will take her away ~ BUGAGAGA * loud villainous laughter*

Because of this phrase, Agafya got an elbow in the ribs. But she still kept laughing from that... Because this is absurd ! Her boss hadn't liked anyone for almost 20-25 years!! And this is the young girl of some new up-and-coming gangster... hahaha!!!

After that meeting, you were lying in bed. Alone again. And your boyfriend is away on business... Again, he's fighting with someone, or whatever they do in gangs... You sigh softly and close your eyes.. With the hope that he will return in the morning.

The next morning, surprisingly, you woke up... With slightly swollen lips, and the other side of the bed rumpled...? Maybe your boyfriend finally came at night...!!! You really, really hope so... But when you came to the kitchen, there was a huge bouquet of flowers and an expensive necklace on the countertop! And there was a note next to them... Which wasn't written in your boyfriend's handwriting. Here's what was written in the note:

" Honey , I've been watching you for several months <3 And yes, don't sleep at night in your underwear, it's already getting cold. And I'm sure I'm better than your boyfriend. ❤

From your future lover "

Were you shocked when you reread the note and looked at the gifts, someone broke into your house...? You were scared and shocked when you dialed your boyfriend's number on the phone to tell him what happened...

[sculkcensor]

Quiiiiick (lying) analysis on a little theory I have about the 'species' (ig?) seen in QSMP

so on Quesadilla Island, we see two major sentient peoples. We have the census bureaus (CBs), of which we know Cucurucho, Osito, and the pink ears one, tho there may be more. There's also the faceless people, who I'll call Workers for simplicity tho they seem to encompass all residents of the island who aren't the players, not just fed staff.

The CBs may potentially have once been Workers, since they appear very similar, or indeed may have just been crafted to look like them. It's hard to say exactly what they are biologically, they may be robotic or not, too much to bother breaking down here but in summary it's not clear.

Conversely, Workers seem to be biological. They don't have the powers (flight, invis, etc). They eat and drink regularly, chat amongst themselves, get paid for their work, and importantly as we see from Walter Bob, can have families and children. They also seem to generally be free-thinking. They are as diverse as players personality-wise, but visually all look the same with a blank face, and communicating through books.

Fit's contractor also resembles a Worker.

Now onto the INTERESTING part, on Egg Island, we see three new 'creatures'.

We have the Watcher, who is a plain black entity with a single eye, twice the height of normal players. (I could go into the mythology significance here but I'm trying to keep this short lol). We have the Eye Worker, and we have the Little Buddies (LBs).

The eye worker is most likely to be a regular worker who defected to the Watcher's side. We know that Egg Island was once owned by the feds, and whilst we don't know the details, it's likely there were Workers on the island that remained when the Fed left. (alternatively, this could be the Worker that boated to the island, but that's less likely, we do see them dead and this eye worker has no black corruption.)

The ONLY visual differences we see between Workers beyond their clothes are player-created ones (Walter Bob's haircut), yet this Worker has a clear biological difference in that it has an eye. There's two potential routes from this: we can make a slightly jumping assumption that somehow, working with the Watcher gave it this eye - either a surgical change (it does have advanced equipment, tho there's no surgical implications) or a natural change a la the black corruption, something that just Happened to this guy because it works with the Watcher.

Alternatively, ALL the workers who lived on Egg Island could look like that, and they just have a general biological difference to Quesadilla Workers.

Where am I going with this - well. The LBs GREATLY resemble Workers, just small with eyes. We know Walter Bob at least had/has a child, and likely other Workers had children too.

People theorised that the LBs were the equivalent of Eggs, but I want to suggest - what if they are the children of Workers? Either the children of workers on Egg Island, or ones from Quesadilla that ended up there somehow? We know the rebels were trying to boat ppl off the island, and Egg Island is clearly not that far from Quesadilla. If the Watcher can make ppl have eyes, it would track that they could also have gained eyes. And they're not working for the Watcher as far as we see, and do act like little kids.

I'm not even going to start on Cucurojo or whatever we're calling it now, I don't even know what's going on there lmao but it does seem to be a similar entity.

En fin, this is just rambling speculation. But please guys, can we make it cool to like MCYT, so I can make a QSMP theory video on PT without my audience trying to kill me for it---

[monsoon-of-art]

Donut Hole - Chapter 18

It's Alright

I got a baseball bat beside my bed

To fight off what inside my head

To fight off what's behind my meds

I'm lonely, lost in pain

It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay

You're not a monster, just a human

And you made a few mistakes

- It's Alright, Mother Mother

[hi guys :) we're almost done. Also if the format seems. Weird, it's bc I'm posting from my phone! Ao3 link might be delayed bc of that]

[ao3 link]

Barry just wanted to close his eyes for a second. That's all he wanted. Mystery was perfectly capable of flying on its own, he just wanted to rest his eyes.

For a brief, beautiful moment, he was on the back of his staraptor. He was back home. Soaring through the pecha colored clouds, the towns and cities below merely a speck.

And to his side was [____] on her Crobat. She smiled at him, as warm as the sun, and just as imperceivable as staring directly at it.

The moment didn’t last.

Because the next thing he knew, he was lying in a pile of broken tree branches with a hurt back, Mystery was loudly cawing, and some kid was yelling at them.

Despite being dressed like the new Galactic groups, this kid seemed harmless. Barry absolutely couldn’t say the same about the rocky behemoth that stood behind the boy, but the pokemon made no move to attack them, so Barry chose not to acknowledge it.

Clearly, General Irida didn’t brief this kid well enough.

(Definitely General Irida, because he was wearing pink. And a strange hat that Barry swore he saw somewhere else…but couldn’t remember specifics for the life of him.)

But the kid willingly gave him directions to Jubilife and let the two leave, like an idiot, so Barry did just that.

“Past…deertrack heights…” he repeated to himself, realizing he didn’t know what a ‘deertrack heights’ was. “...cross the river, then cross it…again.”

That didn’t make any sense. Maybe the directions were wrong, or maybe the kid lied to him. But Barry definitely needed to get out of this forest first.

The two eventually stumbled upon a creek, gently winding through the forest, psyducks and bunearies splashing in the crystal clear water. Combees buzzed around small patches of flowers, wurmples creeped and crawled through the underbush, burmies hung from trees.

“This isn’t a river…but it should lead to one.” Barry thought aloud. Then, he paused, turning to Mystery. “...let’s give you a break, bud. I think it might be a bit hard for you to follow me anyway.”

He recalled Mystery to its pokeball and, because he didn’t feel totally comfortable walking without a pokemon, he let Pest out of his.

“Hey buddy!” Barry cooed, scratching the side of the Mothim’s head. “Keep me company, OK? We’re looking for a river. And maybe if we run into any trouble with the bugs, you can let them know I don’t mean any harm, sound good?”

Pest chirped and chittered, fluttering around the boy affectionately.

The two followed the creek closely, Barry taking a moment to appreciate the calm of the forest and the fresh air. The pokemon seemed more skittish than he was used to back home, most fleeing from him immediately.

The exception were a few beautifly that flew over to examine him, but a few chirps and trills from Pest was enough to return to their flowers, uninterested.

Barry and Pest finally saw the forest start to thin. In no time at all, the soft soil of the forest was now the white sand of a beach, and the small creek flowed into a large river. A large dam was built over the river mouth, with several bidoofs tending to it.

Overseeing the bidoofs was a very large bibarel, it turned to the boy and his bug, pushing itself to stand on its hind legs, looming over the two with a snarl. Saliva dripped from its maw, its eyes glowing red.

Barry, at this point in his travels, wasn’t phased. He watched the bibarel with a tired expression, waiting for it to finish the threat display.

He reached into his bag for a pokeball, not taking his eyes off the enormous rodent. “Man, I’m not dealing with this. Snacks, take care of this guy.”

Snacks burst from its pokeball with a debatably fearsome squeal, pelting the bibarel with energy balls.

And Barry turned away, confident that Snacks could handle an overgrown rodent. He didn’t go far, just to the river bank, where the bidoofs fled from his presence.

He released Fern from its pokeball, and Fern - still under the influence of the hypnosis from that weird deer - promptly slumped into Barry’s arms, asleep. Under normal circumstances, Barry would love to let Fern keep sleeping, but they were so close.

Carefully laying Fern onto the soft sand, Barry scooped up a handful of water and splashed its face. “Sorry Bud, we gotta keep moving! You gotta wake up! We’re almost there!”

Fern sputtered and coughed, immediately sitting up and pawing at its face. It shot Barry an annoyed frown, and he sheepishly patted its back. “H-Heh…sorry.”

Snacks returned with a triumphant squeal, pointing at the now-unconscious bibarel, concerned bidoofs swarming around their leader. And at this, Barry smiled.

His pokemon were getting stronger. They were capable of winning battles on their own, capable of protecting themselves and him.

Of course, taking on the horde of Galactic Members that were likely on his tail was still a no-go. They had more pokemon, a defected Battle Facility Head, and Barry was fairly certain they’d find a way to cheat.

But this was good.

Now, Barry’s plan was to release his pokemon, have a quick meal, and continue their journey. But as he reached into his bag for Mystery and Jen, a tree fell in the forest.

And another. And another. When Barry looked over his shoulder, he could see the treeline shifting. Getting closer and closer-

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Barry began shoving things back into his bag, quickly recalling Snacks and was about to recall Pest when the thing chasing them finally broke through the treeline.

It was the rocky, insectoid behemoth from the woods, the little boy with the hat riding on his back. “There he is, Lord Kleavor! Prepare for punishment, troublemaker!”

Well, Barry wasn’t stupid enough to stay around to see what that entailed. With Pest clinging to his head and with Fern by his side, they ran. Splashing through the river, using the bidoof dam as extra footing.

It felt like all of Sinnoh was trying to track him down, at this point. Part of him was tempted to try and fight the thing head on, but when he glanced back, he could see ‘Lord Kleavor’ preparing for a charge attack.

“Outta the way-!” Barry pushed Fern and himself onto the opposite bank of the river just as the behemoth charged, smashing through the dam and crashing into a tree.

The ‘Kleavor’ took a moment to reorient itself, part of its rocky beak currently embedded into the tree it slammed into.

“It’s OK, Kleavor! Try again!”

“No-No, don’t, Kleavor! Don’t try again!” Barry said, already scrambling up from the beach and onto the more rocky terrain. His current theory was that this Kleavor pokemon could charge in a single direction, similar to the rampardos from before.

If he kept zig-zagging around, he should be fine.

Hopefully.

It was better than the group from before, that was certain.

"Stop running, scoundrel!" The little boy shouted, trying to sound as serious as possible. "You will face justice!"

Honestly, he sounded so…genuine. If Barry didn't know any better, he was almost convinced that he was doing something wrong.

He hadn’t done anything wrong…right? He just wanted his friend back, and Team Galactic was getting in the way! They were trying to stop him - weren’t they? They were trying to take over the world - weren’t they? They were going to kill him!

…weren’t they?

A horrible wave of nausea nearly overpowered him.

He had to be right. He couldn't afford to be wrong.

Besides, this kid was brainwashed by Team Galactic. Of course he'd get the facts wrong!

Kricketots and pichu scattered as Barry and Fern darted through the small foothills. He could hear the rocky pokemon behind them, stomping and smashing through trees to chase after them.

Slowly. Rock pokemon were generally not fast, and Barry thanked every God he knew for that.

They just needed to gain some more distance, then they could hide out and wait for the rock pokemon and the little kid to give up.

Then Barry could finally go to Jubilife. He'd finally end this. He’d punch Cyrus in his stupid, emotionless face, he’d fine him bajillions worth, he’d fine every single person working under him, he’d burn the place down-

Maybe that was too far. Maybe punching him was enough.

In the end, he just wanted Her back.

They were awfully high up in the hills now. Barry could see miles: the waterfalls, a Gyarados protectively snaking around the waters below, he could see a trail lined with unlit torches, a small bridge, and a tent.

But then he felt it. The rumbling of hoofs and paws against the earth.

Just up ahead, across a naturally formed land-bridge, the group from up in the mountains had caught up with him.

A screeching caw from above. The giant bird was circling around like a mandibuzz, the girl with green braids riding atop. "He's over here! Over here!"

Barry shouted the first thing that came to mind.

“HEY! SNITCH!”

Barry hadn't even realized he had stopped moving, only noticing when Fern began anxiously trying to nudge him forward. His legs had turned to stone. Once the feeling in his legs returned and once the adrenaline began coursing through his veins, he ran.

He thought he had more time! He thought they wouldn’t catch up that fast!

Maybe this was just his life now. Running forever. Team Galactic nipping at his heels for eternity.

Or until they killed him.

Barry turned, instinctively going back to try and retreat, only to be met with the Kleavor. It slammed its axe-shaped claws into the earth, bellowing loud enough to rattle his very bones.

Fern darted forward with an uppercut to the jaw, Kleavor stumbling back with a pained croon.

Barry started to cheer, pausing when noticing Fern wince and seeing sharp stones embedded into its fist.

“Hey, HEY! You hurt Fern!” he snapped.

“You ATTACKED a LORD?!” the boy snapped back, equally enraged, confused, and terrified.

That was the second time someone mentioned a Lord pokemon. The only thing he could think of were the Totem Pokemon from Alola. But they were meant to be challenged, weren't they? What was the issue here?

Every time he thought he had an idea of what was going on, a new, strange puzzle piece would spring out of the box and try to punch him in the face.

There was something different about this chase. The others seemed more…organized. Coordinated.

Barry's first instinct was to run down the mountain on a worn path, greeted with Irida and Gaeric riding Ursaluna. But when Barry tried to backtrack, the strange, white deer tried to cut him off.

Luckily, there was a tree Barry could climb on to escape, but he was immediately attacked by the giant bird. He had to duck and roll out of there to escape.

Upon ducking into a small crevasse, he was met with the long sneasel’s glowing eyes. It yowled as it approached, pointing at him with its long talons.

Barry bit back a yelp as he scrambled backwards, attempting to look elsewhere to hide. Every nook and cranny was crawling with the Galactic forces.

Before in the mountains it was a confused scramble; but this was planned.

He was being herded.

The thudding of hooves and paws and the yelling of Galaxy Commanders buzzed in his brain like a swarm of beedrill.

Despite all his efforts, all of his tricks, and all of his escape attempts, Barry had found himself being guided into an almost bowl-shape in the hill, the remains of a campfire and a tent laying in the middle, an enormous spire towering above.

Between a literal rock and a hard place, Barry reached into his bag and released all of his pokemon. The five placed themselves between him and the group slowly circling around, intent on fighting if need-be.

“You're not taking me." He said, voice low.

“You’re not exactly in a place to say that.” General Adaman said. “Come with us. We want to help you.”

He scowled at that.

“...ry!...”

Like being submerged underwater, every single other sound faded from Barry’s focus. The bickering between commanders, the various sounds of pokemon (both his and not), the very world around him; all drowned out.

Except for one, singular thing.

“...rry! Barry!...”

All of the air left his lungs in a shaky, wheezing breath.

The commanders had heard it this time, speaking quickly amongst themselves. Not that Barry could hear, nor could he bring himself to care.

He stepped forward. He stepped again. It was like wading through the murkiest of waters. Slowly stepping past the protective wall in his pokemon (much to their confusion) and out into the clearing.

“Baarrryy!”

There was a path that cut through the mountains, winding through the rocks with delicately carved statuettes on the sides.

He wasn't even really walking anymore. More stumbling forward, barely able to catch himself with the other foot before he fell on his face.

Nothing else mattered. Not the confused geodudes he passed, not the muffled calls of his pokemon, not the shouting from the Galactic forces-

Nothing else mattered.

Finally passing through the last of the hills and rocky cliffs, Barry saw a bridge. Made of wood. Unimportant.

Crossing the bridge, running at full speed, was a girl. She wore a blue outfit with a black sash around the middle, and she had a white covering for her head. Her long, black hair flowed as she ran.

She paused at the other end of the bridge, huffing and puffing, limbs shaking from the exertion. And she looked at him, a tired, hesitant smile on her face.

“Barry?”

Barry was thirteen. The police came to tell his mom and dad they were calling off the search soon. He had ran out of the house right then and there, despite his mother's pleas and father’s protests. He wasn't going to accept this. He wasn't.

Barry was twelve now. [___] had to be appointed as champion. It was really an excuse to throw a celebration, as Cynthia had explained, but it was still new and strange. He hated how he looked in a tuxedo, even as his mom fawned over him. [___] scrunched her nose as her mom squished her cheeks, praising ‘her little girl' for accomplishing so much. She had asked for Barry’s specifically, to stand by her side during the event, something that he was going to take very very seriously. A new champion doesn't happen every day! And once their parents had their attention elsewhere, he nudged her arm with a wink, and a promise to come fight her as champion soon.

Barry was eleven now. Pacing just outside of Hearthome. She was supposed to be here hours ago! What had taken her so long? He'd get his answer soon enough, when she'd sheepishly approach while holding a ralts. Oh, he was so mad at her. They had planned! They had arranged to meet! He was on time for once! He was never on time for anything!! But she could only hold up the ralts a little higher with a shy smile, and Barry had to reluctantly agree - that ralts was pretty cute.

Barry was ten. He held his new turtwig high into the air, smiling from ear to ear. Upon soaking in the feeling, the realization that he was indeed a pokemon trainer, he spun right around and insisted on a battle. [___] was hesitant. She wasn't totally sure if her piplup was ready. But he was quick to assure her that she was. They wanted to be trainers, right? And he would be by her side as her best friend and rival. If she was ever unsure, or ever scared, or ever alone. He would be there. And with that reassuring, she agreed to their first ever battle.

Barry was nine. He hated fourth grade. In order to prepare them for secondary school, he now had a rotating class schedule, and it was a nightmare. Now he had four classes! And all of them had homework! How was anyone supposed to juggle this?! And so [___] came to his home after school, choosing not to comment on his red cheeks and audible sniffles. She told Barry that she, too, was having issues with the multiple classes. But that was OK. This was just so they could practice for when they moved to secondary school. And she pulled all her books onto his desk, and suggested they work on homework together.

Barry was seven when his mom suggested he go over to her house across the street. He was greeted by her mother, warm as always, but there was a strange air he couldn't place. Her mother requested he go right upstairs, as she had private matters to attend to. When he walked into her room, seeing [___] sitting completely still on the bed. She told him, voice devoid of emotion, that her daddy wouldn't be coming back to visit. Ever. Even at a young age, Barry knew, intrinsically, that this was a grown-up thing, and that he couldn't solve this problem. Instead, he wrapped her up in blankets, made his best ever pillow fort, and told her stories that he made up off the top of his head until she smiled again.

Barry was five now, on the playground, trying to stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks. He was a big boy now, his daddy had said so, and big boys don't cry just because the other kids on the playground won't play with you. He had always had an inkling that the other kids didn't like him; sure they tolerated him at school, under the watchful eyes of grown-ups, and yes, he received birthday party invites out of obligation, but the exclusion was still glaringly obvious and very painful. He was too loud. He didn't understand the rules of the game. He was too rough. There were so many rules. He couldn't remember them all. Then, a little hand grabbed his sweater sleeve. [___] held a bucket and shovel, and held it out to him, asking if he wanted to play in the sandbox with her and make things. He could even smash them down when she was done. Barry wiped his nose with the back of his hand and nodded.

Barry was four when he moved to Twinleaf town. He wasn't totally sure why. He knew that daddy had a new job, and that daddy and mommy were ‘taking a break', but that still didn't really explain anything. Not like he had much of a say, no matter how often he tried to argue. And now, he was standing on their new neighbors porch with his mom, pouting as hard as he could. But his demeanor changed when a woman opened the door with her young daughter, looking the same age. Barry and his mommy introduced themselves, then the woman. The woman placed a gentle hand on her daughters head, encouraging her to say her name. And with a quiet murmur, she said her name was-

“DAWN!”

Barry broke into a full sprint now. Tears streaming down his face, smiling as wide as he could muster. “DAWN! DAWN!”

Dawn opened her arms for him, so used to his usual method of greeting. And when he tackled her into a hug, she barely managed to stay on both feet.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, burying his face into the crook of her neck and jaw, “Dawn, Dawn, Dawn…Dawn…” he whispered, fearful of forgetting once more.

“Barry! Barry how, how did you- How did-” she stammered, hugging him right back, the two of them slowly spinning, orbiting around one another, locked so tight. “When Palina came to tell me-”

“I-I found you. I found you. I found you.” was all he could manage to say, burying his face deeper. “I found you…I found you….”

Dawn squeezed him tight. “You found me. You found me.”

“I…found you….I found you….found you…” he whispered, his voice growing tired. Distant. His grip started to loosen.

“Barry? Barry, you're slipping.” She said, trying to shift him back into the hug.

But Barry continued to slip, until he slumped into her arms, unconscious.

And Dawn screamed.

“Barry?! BARRY! Barry please wake up!!”

[doctorbrown]

Rate your muse's traits from 1 to 10

Compassion: 8/10

Bitterness: 2/10 [Doc is not normally bitter about things, and if he is, he typically gets over it fairly quickly or seeks to resolve whatever landed him in the position of feeling that way in the first place if possible.]

Happiness: 9/10 [Especially post-pt.3 when he's got his family back in '85 with him. Doc's always been a positive guy with a great outlook on life. His darker moments/periods have come and went and by the time he's reached his sixties especially, he's just thriving and living his best life.]

Politeness: 4/10 [He can be polite when it calls for it but he'll also dispense with the politeness, especially when it's clearly forced, just as easily at this point in his life. He'll find a way to work some of his sass in there always.]

Chivalry: 7/10 [Doc's a chivalrous guy, he's of that time, never grown out of it, and it just feels right to him.]

Pride: 10/10 [Doc's extremely prideful, but not in a detrimental way. He's confident enough in his abilities and his intelligence and he's always so proud of his inventions when he creates them and is eager to show them off to his family or to Marty.]

Honesty: 7/10 [Doc is mostly honest, as he understands the value in being so in most cases. HOWEVER, that isn't to say that Doc isn't also comfortable with lying, for example regarding the nature of his experiments, his accomplishments, lying by omission regarding his past, lying about the business he created as a front for his experiments, insurance fraud, you name it. He'll lie as a means to an end but this is in situations where he believes that through his lies, he's doing more good in the end than harm. (See: terrorists and acquisition of plutonium.)]

Bravery: 10/10 [Doc will put himself in harm's way for his loved ones without hesitation, he's afraid of heights yet still scaled the Clock Tower to fix the cable to get Marty home, he put himself in danger for Clara's sake, the list goes on. Doc's an incredibly brave man.]

Recklessness: 5/10 [Reckless in the name of scientific pursuits, but also a member of the Fuck Around and Find Out Club on occasion. But this is tricky, because yes, Doc can indeed be reckless, but he's not dangerous, as he always takes safety measures into account with his experiments. He's not truly reckless because he DOES think things through and consider the consequences of his actions (if he can foresee them) and usually attempts to have safety measures in place.]

Ambition: 10/10 [Ambition is the name of the thirty year long game. Everything Doc has done was ambitious, from his young acceptance into university, to his studying on his own to have the requisite knowledge for his experiments, to his completion of the time machine. He thrives off seeing things to completion through hard work and won't stop until he's hit a permanent wall or completed it.]

Loyalty: 10/10 [Doc's extremely loyal to the people he loves and there's no getting around that. He won't sell them out, he'd sooner take the brunt of whatever was coming upon himself to spare them. And even if he hides some things sometimes (knowledge in pt.3 of Marty's abysmal future and the cause of it) it's ultimately for his own good.]

Love: 9/10 [Doc's got a huge heart if you let him show you that and learn his particular way of expressing that love.]

Sense of family: 9/10 [First, the dogs. Then, before he even realises that's what is happening with Marty, he's already started to see the kid as part of his family, toeing the line between son and friend. This only grows exponentially during his nearly ten year stint in the Nineteenth Century when he adds Clara and his two boys to the family.]

Attractiveness: 5/10 [I would arguably put Doc at a much higher level than this personally but to most people, their immediate view of him is that he's homely, he's eccentric, he's not all that charming, so they miss all the things about him that do actually make him a rather attractive man.]

Agility: 7/10 [Doc'll throw you for a loop. He's in better shape than a man his age would ever be expected to be, he's faster than you expect, he can run longer than you'd think he can.]

Sex drive: 2/10 [To be changed accordingly once Clara comes into the picture.]

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[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

"That doesn't happen in real life. NO ONE says stuff like that"

Really? Are you so sure? Clearly you've never been around places like malls, conventions and events where a large number of people between the ages of 12-25 gather. Because I have.

Anime Conventions. Both attending and working.

Security working random events that hire us and weddings.

Trade school where your only entertainment is to leave on the weekends and go to the mall with a few friends.

Single life where you go to the mall from time to time to window shop.

I hear a LOT of shit you think you'd never actually hear IRL. And between having worked military and private security and run money trucks at a security agency, you learn to PAY ATTENTION at all times. Which means listening to what goes no around you. So I hear a LOT more than you'd think. Especially if I'm not hyper focused on one thing.

The conversations I'VE heard could probably get me in a lot of trouble in some cases as well. Certainly I've heard some about some illegal shit. Like a conversation in a bookstore I heard walking by the young adults section of a girl bragging to her friend how she set up some "dumb bitch" to get r*ped by some of her other friends by lying to them.

Yeah the real world is a fucked place. If only you knew how fucked it actually was. You for sure hear the shit in real life that you hear online. It's a matter of if you are paying attention or not. I don't need to make shit up to be annoyed about. The world provides plenty. And it's not just "Superficial shit online". That stuff VERY much happens IRL. And excluding random conversations I've heard from random people. I know a guy who's friends with a far leftist. And some of the shit HE SAYS out loud would make some people online look sane.

Like how he view our mutual friend as a possible predator because he's 6'4" and is dating a girl that's at or under 5'. And he's dated shorter women in general but compared to him most women ARE short. And he goes, "It's kinda worrying that you like short women. Makes you look like a pedo. To which our friend responded. You know my GF and are friends with her. Do you think it's right to say that she shouldn't be allowed to date me based on my height? Dude shut up real fast. And it's not the only off the wall shit I've heard from him OR his friends. And it's all the type of shit I'd hear online and they ACTUALLY believe it. They are walking WOKE ass stereotypes. And those types of people exist. And they influence younger people too.

So kindly don't tell ME what I have and have not heard or experienced. I touch grass all the time. And when you are trained to pay TOO MUCH attention to what's going on around you. Touching grass isn't all that nice. Because you WANT it to be only online. You WANT it to be just some tiny fringe group. It's not.

[minty-playhouse]

Alright, I promised a post with my favorite John + Roger photos and I'm a creature of my word (mostly)!

So sit back and let me take you on a journey through Daltwistle hyperfixation hah!

I'll try not to say anting too overtly nsfw about them, but I can't guarantee this post won't be suggestive free, so be advised!

This is one of the OG photos that I like! I dunno what it is about it, I just like the very casual energy it evokes. And I'm also a big sucker for John wearing big coats so that's a huge bonus! But be careful of charming guys that make you laugh, girls 👀

SLEAZY! LEWD!!! I dunno what is it about this photo that wakes something really feral and primal in me lol Maybe it's because the photo is super grainy so it makes everything look far "dirtier" than it really is. Also their faces, specially John's, makes me think that they know something we don't (aka the fact they are 100% banging when they're finally alone). But yeah they're dirty and disgusting and I love this photo too much.

=consumes this photo= Where do I even begin? Roger is so Girl and John is so cool. I love Roger’s looks during the mod era, he's so soft and dainty. And this photo is a perfect example of that. Metal sheet worker my butt, he's a princess. And John is just the type of bad boy his type craves (but refuses to accept fufufu)

Uuuuuuugh this gives me the same feral vibes of that other one, BUT the difference in that this one REALLY emphasises their size difference like John is just so fucking big and thick, the size of his hips is insane. And that makes me think very evil thoughts when I think about Roger's short legs and how they can barely wrap around it fully 👀💦

All their mid 70's photos scream SEX but this one is ugh, it makes my brain go "brrrrrr" real good, like why is he just lying there next to John, and they're clearly in a house but whose house is this?? I dunno but I think the moment the photographers walk away John needs to get on top of Roger and kiss him good ❤️

THEM THEM THEM The toxic couple itself! I dunno why is it that my brain has very bad thoughts about these two specifically, and it's this photo that's on my brain whenever I think about the more, hm, "controversial" mod era ship thoughts for them. Also I know Roger is even shorter due to the photos perspective but, insane height dif. Gotta love it!

So hello this is the MOST POWERFUL DALTWISTLE IMAGE EVER?? I know this is cheating a bit because these are separate photos but it doesn't change the fact these were side by side on the getty image site, and that they're from the Tara photoshoot, AND that this feels like they are seeing each other from opposite sides of the backyard, with John spotting Roger as he smiles, not only for the photo but at him. And by God, Roger is just so gorgeous, he's hoping this photoshoot ends soon~

And this is it guys, a journey through thick and thin! Hope you guys enjoyed these crazy ramblings!

[bite-sized-devil]

Alright, babydoll, sign me up for the match up!

Star Sign: Taurus Sun, Gemini Moon, Pisces Rising

Age: 25

Height: 5'4" / 163.2cm

Identity: Bisexual with a preference to masculine features

Occupation: Student/Student Doctor

Favorite things: My makeup, food, my bed, learning new things, singing/music, shopping, chocolate

Hobbies/What I do in my spare time: writing and drawing for my horny little sinners. Learning a new language. Studying. Shopping.

Fav Obey Me Character: Girl, you already know, but Diavolo, clearly

What I look for in a partner: attentive. Trustworthy/honest [lying to me is a good way to die]. Kind to others as well as me. Good sexual chemistry. Enjoys good food and taking me out to get food or have food made because I get hangry. Conversationalist because I like talking but also someone who can talk when I dont feel like it. But also a good listener. Curious/looking to learn new things. Stability is a requirement, financially, and in other ways. I can't do flaky people.

About Me (visually): You already have my socials lmao but I can describe maybe what isn't as clear in photos. I'm actually short [see my height] and very curvy/stalky. I have an hourglass shape, but I hide it because I have a lot of sand in mine [read: I'm fat/plus size]. I love my makeup and being put together, with full outfits, coordinating hair, makeup, and shoes, the whole shebang. But otherwise, you can just look at what I've posted. (Please don't include any photos of me in the reply)

Thank you again, and congratulations! You deserve it!

-The Royal SK

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

SK, My Queen, my pink cult sister, my demon fucker darling. I'm so glad we're friends! I'm more than happy to be the third wheel in yours and delphi friendship 💕 I feel like I bring a certain uncertainty to your pairing and I quite like that! 😂😚☺️

NSFW in parts so minors begone! 18+ MDNI

Match up:

Diavolo Prince of the Devildom

There really was no other choice for you, I will admit I thought about Barb, but I just kept coming back to his highness. He knows just how to treat you, he's like putty in your hands, he'll give you everything you want and more... If he knows whats good for him! Baby boy would take such good care of you, he'll take you out to eat and listen to you for hours. He's goddamn obsessed. Can you blame a guy though?

Head canons for you both:

SFW:

I know you're a swiftie so imma put this out there. That song enchanted to meet you... That's literally the both of you. Except there is no wondeing who you both love. It's clearly each other.

Ok but when you first got together there was a lot of sneaking around! Escaping the castle together (as if barb doesn't know 😂 he thinks it's cute so he lets it slide for now), slipping out of HOL unnoticed is a fucking chore but you do it! Playing hooky at rad. Pulling the "Diavolo would like to see the exchange student in his office" Once you guys left the intercom on and the entire school heard you both giggling and kissing and.... Other things!

He loves to show you off, he thinks you're the most beautiful woman that has ever existed or that will ever exist. So as long as he can keep you, he'll have you by his side.

Sleep overs at the castle? Check! Sleep overs at HOL? Keep it to a minimum. The boys are jealous enough! What with you giving your heart to the prince, now he wants to encroach on family time? Nu-huh! No way! Get fucked! Fuck off! (Sorry had to put my aussie rock band reference in there.)

Does his angel face want a gift? Yeah! Great he's gonna spoil you rotten and then some. You will be completely taken care of! You don't even need to ask, he just wants to give you everything you need!

He loves to kiss you. Soft forehead kisses, cute cheek kisses, teasing neck kisses, lingering kisses on your sweet lips. He can't get enough of them. The way your body softens in his hold.

He's all about pet names for you! He called you princess, baby, chicken, honey, my love, my life, sweetheart, pretty thing, good girl.

NSFW:

Baby girl I hope you like big cock because ya boy's packing! Are you going to take it like a good girl? "S'too biig! Pleeeeaase!" "Sorry princess... Think you can take just the tip, yeah? Fuuuck you feel so good... s'tiiiight. Little more, yeah? Being so good for me. You can take it, I know you can." Yeah you're gonna take a lot more than just the tip. Don't worry, he's the king of prep. He'll make you cum on his tongue before he stretches you out on his fingers first. He only needs to force it a little bit by the time he's done.

You ever been fucked on a throne? Would you like to? That's what you whisper to him before you push him down on the thing. Well, when he lets you push him down onto the thing, good luck trying if he doesn't want to. Daddy Dia is B I G. He actually hadn't believe it or not, but I think he's going to want to make it a regular thing. He likes the way you ride him slow, he likes it even more when you're tired and he can take control. Holding you by your hips, dragging your pussy up and down his cock. Using you how he wants too.

You know how I said he likes kissing your on your lips? Yeah I meant your downstairs lips 😂 jk. But kinda serious. There is something about your taste he can't get enough of. He'll eat you out anytime anywhere so be warned. It's breakfast time, he's hungry but not for the breakfast that Barbatos has prepared. Oops you're no longer in your chair, suddenly you're lying on your back on the table with your skirt lifted and your panties being ripped off. Protesting until his mouth latches around your clit and suddenly you can't remember why you're saying no???

If you'll allow it he'll mark you anyway he can. Especially in cheeky places that are slightly visible. Places you would really have to look to notice. Like just below your ear. The back of your shoulder. Your bicep, your hips, your tummy. He also likes cumming on your face. You just look so pretty covered in his cum, eyes all wide. Mouth open, tongue out hoping to get a taste of him.

I hope you like my little head canons for you and dia, princess! Thank you so much for requesting ☺️ I love you, you're pretty perfect, did you know? 💕💕🌻

[linalilia]

[meet the prisoners!] prisoner 005: sanada kei

the background is so bright and i am so sorry

THIS MAN. OH GOD THIS MAN. it was so hard to draw him for some reason. anyway, as i said, prisoner 005 is going to be one of the most insane and dangerous characters and his mv is. um. it's a lot. you'll see what i mean by that.

(check out my masterlist if you want to see other prisoners' profiles!)

Warnings: suggestive themes, unhealthy relationships (again), mentions of injuries/physical abuse, implications of kidnapping, UH.. that's probably it?

General info:

Name: Sanada Kei (真田圭) (his last name means "true" and "rice field" and his first name means "gemstone")

Age: 25 y/o

Gender: Male

Status: Prisoner 005

Birthday: August 20 (Leo)

Height: 177 cm (haha he's 1 cm shorter than Naomi)

Blood type: B

Image color: #FF4089

Occupation: Photographer

Personality: Kei is.. quite an interesting individual with a very "unique" personality. At first he just seems like a guy who will flirt with almost anyone and doesn't know how personal space works, but as you get to know him better, you start to realize that he's much more dangerous than you thought. It should be mentioned that Kei is actually not the most romantic kind of guy, he always gets straight to the point and even though he might say a cheesy pickup line or two, he will say what he wants from you almost immediately and he will make sure it's impossible for you to say no to him. However, even though he talks so much about "mature topics", this guy is a lot more childish than he looks like and he often gets mad at people for very stupid reasons. His mood swings are so unpredictable that even the bravest people find them terrifying, especially considering that he's not afraid of getting violent and he doesn't care about the whole "prisoners can't hurt guards" rule. And if he's not allowed to hurt the guards, then.. maybe he should simply try making the prisoners suffer instead. Also, if you listen to him more carefully, you can notice that Kei is actually a huge liar. And he's not even that good at lying. He can lie about his hair actually being green even though you can clearly see that it's red and he doesn't mean it in a "oh, green is actually my natural hair color" way. Most of the time he lies to make himself look more sympathetic and he's more than okay with manipulating the guards and other prisoners so that they think he's better than he really is. And the worst thing is that him lying so often actually makes his mvs.. a bit hard to watch, because it seems like he genuinely believes his own lies. According to Guard 001, Kei also loves to make people believe that he's the victim and not somebody else and he will do anything to make people trust him.

MV info:

Which canon Milgram song he would cover: .. he would actually sing After Pain. I am not kidding. LISTEN IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE TO ME as I said, Kei wants people to feel bad for him, he wants to be their poor little meow meow, so I can definitely imagine him singing a song like After Pain so that people can go "oh no.. 🥺🥺 he had to go through so much.. 😔😔 he's innocent fr!!" And those lyrics actually fit him a lot, I really want to talk about it more, but it would be a huge spoiler, so.. just think about the "But I guess some of it is my fault, maybe it's okay as it is" and ""I'm sorry" won't reach anyone" parts while you read his MV description >:3 Also I just really want him to do the "Let's meet up inside the pain" part because it would sound so good with his voice and it actually describes his crime really well, haha.. Also I just thought it would be funny because the song is called "After Pain" and he's a huge sadist so..

Which DECO*27 song he would cover: Look me in the eye and tell me he would cover anything other than Vampire.

If he could cover a song by a different Vocaloid producer, which one would it be: Party Junkie by Satsuki ga Tenkomori.

His MV description:

His MV would have very bright neon colors, but they would become darker in certain parts and his song would sound like something you could hear in a club, it would be fun and catchy.. until you actually check the lyrics and 1) you realize that the lyrics have obvious sexual subtext and 2) you suddenly remember that this guy is a murderer.

We can see a room that looks a lot like something you could see in a Tear Drop MV and a bright pink couch with five women in revealing outfits sitting on it, but we can't see their faces. Kei walks closer to the couch and pulls out his camera to take a photo, but the scenery suddenly changes and now he's taking a photo of his friends who are about to go and have fun at the club. The music starts playing and all guys are smiling, including Kei, who enters the club with them. Their girlfriends join them as well and we can see that all guys here have a girlfriend.. except Kei. Kei is still laughing and smiling with everyone, but the colors are darker now and we can see that Kei actually finds this party boring and he even looks.. disgusted with his friends and their girlfriends? The lyrics mention how tired he really is and that he wishes to just forget everything, but then Kei puts his pink sunglasses on and everything goes back to being bright and colorful again. He's still pretending to have fun, but now we can clearly see that his emotions are fake.

But then, Kei notices someone and his eyes start sparkling and even when he takes off his sunglasses, he still looks like he really is in love. He leaves his friends and tries to follow that stranger and as he does, he touches one of the drinks and it becomes the same color as his image color. That stranger starts running away from him, but Kei still refuses to leave them alone and everything around him becomes brighter and brighter. Kei finally succeeds and when he grabs that person's hand, he looks at the stranger with a wide smile on his face and whispers "I caught you~".

We go back to that pink room from the beginning and now the song sounds a bit calmer, but the lyrics are more messed up now and Kei's voice sounds like he's slowly losing his mind. We can't see that stranger, but we can see Kei taking more photos and his "model" is most likely that person he caught. There's a lot of photos on the walls and while some of them are actually beautiful and they don't look that suspicious, for example, some of them are pictures of flowers, animals, Kei's friends, etc, most of them look like they have blood stains on them, though the blood is the same color as Kei's image color, just like that drink from earlier. Some of them also have something written on them and when you look closer, it says "You're not allowed to see this~". Kei puts another photo on the wall and when he walks away, it becomes stained with blood as well. He suddenly hugs the stranger and we still can't see them that clearly, but Kei looks genuinely happy this time. If you look closer, you can see that this person's arms and legs are bandaged and they have bandaids on their face and you also can notice that same drink on the table.

Kei grabs his phone and checks the time. He sighs and it looks like he doesn't want to go, but he still smiles at his.. lover? Muse? Victim? He takes their hand and kisses it and promises that he won't let "someone" hurt them because no one can hurt them as bad as he can. We can see Kei knocking on the door and it looks like his friends are having a party and he couldn't miss it even though he didn't want to go. One of his friends opens the door and smiles at first, but then he looks at the person standing next to Kei and screams. Kei just puts his pink sunglasses back on, comes inside with that person and closes the door.

His Trailer 1 Voicelines:

"Hiii, Sanada Kei here~ So you two are the guards, right? Hehe, you are so adorable. Please take good care of me~ I'm sure you will understand why I committed my "crime". You're not like my friends who left me after they found out I'm a little.. "different" from them.. Wait a second, are you.. Ei-"

"You're the only person who knows how hard it is to be.. well, me. Hey, can I come closer? I just think your eyes are beautiful, that's all. Hehe, you truly are the only person in this world who can inspire me."

Trivia:

Yes, he's wearing those sunglasses from Tear Drop. When I first came up with Kei's design, I knew that I want him to wear sunglasses and then I was like "haha, what if i turn it into a Tear Drop reference". But now it's not just a reference, but an important part of his character, but I'll leave that to you to figure out >:3

Speaking of Tear Drop, I actually thought of making him cover this song, but for some reason I just can't imagine him singing it? Like his voice just wouldn't fit.. Also it feels a little too obvious and I think After Pain describes his crime better and fits him more.

His murder isn't his only crime and he had done many, many bad things before he ended up in Milgram. His number of victims is a secret.

There's a reason why Prisoner 005 and Guard 001 have the same last name and it's because they're brothers. However, Eiji won't go easy on Kei just because it's his brother, in fact, he wants him to be voted guilty more than all the other prisoners.

He truly believes that he will get an innocent verdict even though his own brother wants him dead because "he's sure there are other people who won't let him get a guilty verdict simply because he's too hot".

He's especially close with Prisoner 003 and Prisoner 006 and it seems that he's not just trying to become friends with them, he actually wants their relationship to be deeper than that. Yes, with both of them. And when I said that Shun has a very toxic relationship dynamic with someone, I meant him.

He sees himself as a "dad friend" because he's the oldest male prisoner even though he's not much older than most prisoners here. Also almost all prisoners agree that he's too irresponsible to be their "dad".

Even though it might seem that Kei is another "yandere" character (heart motifs in his design, themes of obsession, etc), he's not exactly that, at least he's definitely not the romantic kind of yandere and not even a platonic one, like Aimi. Maybe him trying to make himself look like someone who was so loyal to his lover (if that person even was his lover) that he was basically obsessed with them is just another lie?

[catwings-writes-things]

do you have a favorite character to write?

That’s such a difficult question to answer, because I love them all for different reasons! So, the short answer is “no,” but the long answer (rambling about why I like writing each of them) is below the cut.

Jon is probably the easiest character for me to write, for the simple reason that I already talk like that. His character voice, word choice, and dark humor and sardonic observations come very naturally to me. It’s also fun to write him when his thinking about something is completely off base—canon Jon is the “not lying, just wrong” variant of unreliable narrator to fascinating effect, and I’ve had a lot of fun playing around with that.

Helen is fun for the opposite reason: her mode of thinking is so completely alien to me that writing her has me constantly questioning my most fundamental assumptions about the world (and occasionally getting frustrated when I recognize that I’m stuck in an assumption or thought pattern that Helen wouldn’t share, but have literally no idea how to move beyond it). Helen reminds me a lot of one of my dearest friends, and one of my goals in writing this fic was to externalize my efforts to understand—or at least accept and make peace with—her point of view. Well, it’s working. (You know who you are. I love you so much.) And, of course, there’s the eternal struggle that is writing a Spiral creature’s movement and mannerisms. I’m doing my best 😂

Mike is great fun to write for a combination of the above reasons—a lot of his thought processes and style of intelligence is deeply familiar to me, but other aspects of his thinking (and especially speaking) are deeply unfamiliar. I share Mike’s logical/patterns-based intelligence, his tendency to respond to fear by researching the hell out of whatever is frightening him, his tenacity to the point of obsession, his messed-up relationship with pain and his body in general, his horror of the Spiral, and his love of the Vast, especially the sky/heights/falling aspect (the paragraph in Mike’s statement about his feelings on fairground rides is one of the most relatable things I have read in my entire life). However, while we’re both very autistic, he’s semiverbal and I’m hyperverbal with only occasional periods of speech loss. Writing Mike’s dialogue is always a challenge, and one I generally approach by writing out what he’s trying to say and then taking out all unnecessary words and sentences (and then some, depending on the situation and how much time he’s had to think about it, if any). I sometimes forget to do this, and I’m sorry about that. But I love writing Mike because noticeably disabled autistic characters (or characters with any sort of mental/emotional/cognitive disability, really) who are actually characters and not just plot devices are so, so rare in media, to a deeply frustrating extent, and I’m happy to contribute even a tiny bit towards fixing that. Also because he’s awesome and I love him.

Harriet is fun because at this point, she’s basically my oc, but does technically exist in canon, so I do have something to go on. Talking too much more about why I love writing her would be spoilers for upcoming chapters 😈, but for now, let’s just say that she’s full of contradictions, and that, of all the members of the Squad, she’s both the kindest and the cruelest. She’s fascinating and I adore her, and I’m so very proud of how she’s turned out.

Oliver is delightful for several reasons, and one of them is that he’s probably the closest thing this group has to a normal person? Which kind of helps normalize avatarhood in general, both for the readers and for Jon (you can see this most clearly at the end of chapter 2). My joke about Oliver’s character concept is “guy who got appointment-in-Samarra-ed so hard he just stopped driving,” and I really do think that’s at the core of it—Jon is still struggling with his situation and with what he is, to some extent, but Oliver tried everything he possibly could to escape his own and it backfired spectacularly. Oliver has had it driven in again and again that he can’t change anything, that what happens will happen and there’s no point in fighting it, and he’s made his peace with that and decided to be content with his life anyway. Very Stoic of him, in the original Greek philosophy sense. I appreciate that.

Which leaves Karolina. She’s fun to write for a multitude of reasons, including but not limited to her blunt approach to comfort (which, for Jon, tends to be remarkably effective). If I want someone to just say what everyone’s thinking already, it’s gonna be Karolina. Her extremely matter-of-fact style of dealing with problems (and the positive and negative consequences thereof) is fun to explore, and—yes—the fact that someone in-universe can recognize the Dracula parallels brings me an unreasonable amount of joy.

Thank you for the ask, friend! Best!

[kiroonsmoon]

Fate and Calamity meeting in Aevium? And Fate realises what her brother is about to do, for the sake of bringing her home?

This is less a scenario and more a “thing that will inevitably happen” I just haven’t really worked out all the details yet.

But first I feel like I should mention uh… Calamity isn’t aware he’s basically working to destroy the world lmao. Clear and Kieran are lying and manipulating him babyyy. He’s made to believe that the gang is actually holding Fate hostage and are actually the bad guys of the whole thing and they’re simply trying to stop them from doing something ‘evil’. Loads of stress and negative thoughts hasn’t really been allowing him to think clearly either. And then Clear’s got her Beheeyem that she uses to show him false memories (much like with Nim). That and Clear and Kieran actually saved his life.

Interdimensional travel is super dangerous and risky and often leads to some nasty side effects. Amnesia is the most common side effect. Luckily it’s mainly minor, extreme cases of amnesia where a person forget their whole life is super rare. Even then lost memories usually come back to the person through things that trigger said memories. Other side effects include horribly painful sicknesses, confusion, deadly wounds or in the worse case they’re lost when they travel between worlds (basically they die). Calamity unfortunately ended up having so pretty gruesome wounds when he first arrived.

Clear and Kieran were nearby and usually would’ve ignored someone straight up dying but like- he came out of a portal?? And he’s clearly NOT human. You gotta help the guy to get answers if anything. All these factors basically combined (+the fact he doesn’t know about this world but they do) into Calamity viewing them as trustworthy, which led to him asking questions about Fate, which led to Clear and Kieran to realizing his relation to her, which led to them realizing they could use him, which led to a ticking time bomb.

ANYWAY ONTO THE ACTUAL ASK- I think it’ll be a big showdown like type meeting. It’ll change depending on how the game goes and such but the gang probably needs to do/get something and Clear, Kieran and Calamity are like yeah that’s not happening. Fate, doesn’t really know what to think when she sees Calamity. At first she thinks it’s a just a trick from Clear’s Beheeyem. Then she realizes this ISNT a trick and is just ‘what the fuck what the fuck what the-‘. Anyway Calamity demands the gang gives Fate back, the gang shoots back he’s being tricked and they aren’t holding Fate hostage.

Even when Fate does come forward and asks what the hell and how he’s even here in the first place. However, Calamity doesn’t believe she actually is Fate. She is in Alain’s body after all and looks NOTHING like how Calamity remembers her. Like obviously looks change and Calamity was expecting her to look a little different but- that didn’t include a different height and species. As far as he’s concerned it’s just a quick thought out trick on the his enemies end to lower his guard. This leads to a battle between Fate and Calamity. Fate eventually wins, being a more experienced trainer and just having a stronger team against him. After the whole thing, Fate eventually hides in her room for a while trying to process the whole thing. Though Fate and pretty much the whole gang understands he’s definitely being exploited and used. Calamity’s just angry he’s not a step closer to helping Fate.

[leivyathan]

Oh dear… Well I finally have time to respond to this. Sorry for the delay, I looked for second opinions to make sure I wasn't being too biased.

ALERTA DE MUCHO TEXTO:

First, we agree that you can judge each character's life choices differently, but if we're talking about Ruin, your arguments… They're very debatable:

Yeah, Ruin has caused a lot of pain to the protagonists' family, and yet he sympathizes with them more than the countless deaths of other individuals just because he knows them and most viewers consider them "empty deaths" of characters they don't know or seen, and therefore there is no emotional connection with them.

Does that mean those countless lives are worth less than those of the main cast? PERSONALLY, I think not, every innocent life should have the same high value.

And continuing with the victims, are you really saying that their deaths were painless??? It's worrying to think this way because I clearly remember that we saw Solar slowly fade away, IT WASN'T AN IMMEDIATE POOF. Just because someone hasn't suffered a horribly painful death physically doesn't mean it's any less bad or serious. Death is death, or in this case, murder, because it's not like those people have disappeared naturally, they were killed by someone in cold blood. The consequences is that Ruin with absolute conscience made the decision to take lives (think about how the universe has planets with wildlife, fauna and civilizations. disappeared without explanation or mercy in a matter of seconds).

Can you even imagine the anguish, desperation and helplessness that all living beings must have felt as they slowly weakened until they disappeared? Watching how their strength and that of their loved ones were fading away until they turned to dust? Can you think about that and honestly tell me that they died without having suffered???

And I'm sorry, but as much as Ruin and other people who watch the show say that he had good intentions, I can't believe it, because the guy is the walking contradiction personified, He proclaims himself the savior of the multiverse out of pure RANCOR AND HATE due to the mistreatment of his creator and how he saw his world die. You can understand where his intentions come from, I think we all can, but that will never be enough weight for his decisions imposed on innocent beings.

Also, just because he himself keeps repeating that there was no other solution to the problem doesn't mean it's true, Ruin is literally the most lying character we've ever met, at least within the plot, he's so good at lying that he probably convinced himself that there were no other alternatives just to reach the end of his goal without falling into madness.

Ruin said that there was no way to bring a person back after a dimensional collapse: Eclipse, Dark Sun, AND EVEN NEXUS proved that it was possible, and even with two different methods, one less questionable than the other obviously, I don't think there's any need to say it.

And I'm not even going to go into detail explaining how several chapters of What if contradict him even more every time he said he had no other option. Because yes, maybe he had no other options, if he continued working ALONE and without alternative perspectives that could give him another vision of the problem.

Finally, they claim that he doesn't want to cause more problems… Why would he? THAT WOULD BE THE HEIGHT OF IMPUDENCE DUDE XDDD

Literally the goal of his life is accomplished. He won, he doesn't care. Previously he kept repeating that he didn't care if he died, which we have seen is ANOTHER lie. Ruin knew that they wouldn't really do anything to him because he learned that that family are passive pacifists who wouldn't do anything to someone unarmed even after having committed a Genocide and killed a member of his own in the process.

He feared Montel and needless to say he is terrified of Dark Sun. His mere presence makes Ruin terrified because he knows Dark Sun is not the Celestial family, he is not a passive who beats around the bush and bullshits, if he threatens to do something to her, he will do it.

He helped Bloodmoon kidnap Earth and almost kill Monty, when all he had to do was refuse to help Bloodmoon, that would have led to him getting caught sooner or later, BECAUSE BLOODMOON WAS AN IDIOT WHO COULD NOT DO ANYTHING ALONE. But he did it because he didn't want to die. Likewise, any help he gave Earth in that dramatic moment was because he knew that Earth was more likely to survive one way or another, and that way she would say that Ruin helped her, which would somehow quite hypocritically calm other people's murderous intentions towards him.

Oh, and now for one last thing that someone commented on this post and that I really liked: Ruin wouldn't hesitate for a second to sacrifice one or all of the members of the Celestial family if that would guarantee the death of the Creator of our dimension. His hatred towards the Creator is equal to or even greater than Nexus' hatred towards his former family. You could say they are equal, but by simple numbers and math, no, Ruin surpasses him by far. At least until the day I write this.

Omg I didn't realize this got so long, I apologize. Also, I apologize for any pronoun mistakes or weird phrasing, I'm literally using Google Translate.

OKAY LET'S WATCH THE WORLD BURN!!!!

Some friends and I made this "crimes" chart for both characters, and we got so excited that it even has drawings and coloring done by us.

We tried to be as impartial as possible, acknowledging the wrongdoings on both sides without glossing them over.

It was very difficult for me, because I hate Ruin, but I can assure you that at least the other three people who helped me are not carried away by their grudges. Unlike me. I hate you Ruin.

Special thanks to @angisam for the translation and corrections.

Also if you think we forgot something, don't hesitate to mention it in the comments or just by sharing. I only ask that you be respectful and try to be as fair as possible, we are talking about FACTS seen in the chapters, not what our hearts say. PD: THIS SURVEY WAS DONE ON SUNDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2024 SO ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT DATE WILL NOT BE INCLUDED. And to show that there is no intention of fighting, something funny! BONUS!!!

Because my friends drew those poses WITHOUT HAVING ANY IDEA that it would look so good for the meme LOL

[des1gnersadness]

O’ Holy Night - Billy Lenz x male!reader smut

gif is not mine!

Disclaimers; drooling, no one is necessarily the dom one — but billy definitely isn’t, billy is just spitting out anything he can say really, cussing, teasing, edging (kind of), dirty talk, cockwarming, oral and anal, no condom used, some nipple play, no specified pronouns but reader has a dick and is considered “manly” by the girls in the house, I’ll add anything else if I think of it

A/n; this is for getting me to 100 followers — thank you all!! also sorry this took so long, i hate writers block.

At times, you felt as if you could just die from all of the girls in the sorority house — most of the time they were all intolerable, except for Jess, she was probably your only real friend in the house.

Jeez, that was kinda sad — but it was the truth.

Over the past few nights though, the house had been getting random calls and you would be used as the girls bodyguard — usually answering it for them before hanging up on the other person before they could even say anything, until one night where it was just you and the phone.

Thinking about it now — you shouldn’t have answered.

When you had picked up the phone off the receiver and held it up to your ear — the first thing you heard was heavy breathing before some whining came from the other end. “Hello?” You spoke quietly — as to not wake up any of the other girls in the house. “Let me-let me lick it.” The voice of the person on the other end sounded raspy and you couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman — but you were more focused on what they meant with their statement.

“Excuse me?” You questioned and the breathing got heavier.

“Suck my f-fat cock.” The voice continued. You couldn’t help but laugh — “Alright big guy, who is this?” This had to be the most interesting prank call you’ve ever gotten. “…I’ll fuck your….pretty pussy.” Oh, so they thought you were one of the sorority girls.

“Sorry man, I have the same parts as you — dick and all.”

The person stopped talking and hung up. You couldn’t help but frown — you wanted to see where the conversation would go but clearly you weren’t the person’s type. Putting the phone back on the receiver — you headed up to bed, now glad you had a room to yourself because you would be lying if the words said by the mystery person didn’t make you hard.

Closing your door — you took off your shirt and pants — leaving yourself in your underwear. You hissed slightly at the sensation of your slowly growing erection beneath your boxers.

RING

RING

“Oh fuck me.” You mumbled to yourself from the sound of the phone coming from the hallway — you wanted to masturbate before you went to bed and you couldn’t wait any longer — so you ignored the ringing and laid down.

You playing with the hem of your boxers, teasing yourself as if you were your celeb crush or some attractive hookup from the past.

That’s when your mind drifted to the person on the phone and you felt that urge to touch yourself now — so that’s what you did. Pre-cum came out of the tip of your cock and you used it as lube so you would be roughening up your shaft. “Fuck…” You groaned out silently as your breathing got heavy.

You went from a slow pace to a quicker one as you felt that knot in the pit of your stomach, signaling your orgasm was fast approaching. Holding back moans, you were so close to cumming — until you heard a whimper from the outside of your door.

Quickly putting yourself together, you stood up and spoke, “What the fuck, who’s there?“ You questioned aloud and instead of a clear answer — two words were very clear to you.

“Pretty piggy.”

Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. The moaner, the person over the phone, was right outside your door. Your cock twitched at what this could mean.

Walking over to the door, you opened it and there was the person you were just getting off to.

He was a man, around the same height as you, he was close to your age — maybe older — his hair was fluffy and a dark brown while his eyes were a color you couldn’t quite tell what it was. There was apparent drool on his chin as he looked at you which made you grab his arm — he let out a gleeful laugh — you pulled him into your room and closed the door.

Pushing him to his knees, you didn’t have to say anything to make him understand what you wanted, “Billy’s gonna suck your f-fat cock, take it all in, suck and lick a-and suck some more. I’ll swallow pretty piggy’s cum t-too.” He rambled on as he pulled your underwear to your ankles. Billy grinned at the sight.

“Yum, a-all for me.”

He took your full length into his mouth and moved back and forth — his nose touching your pubes every time he went back towards you. His tongue swirled around your shaft — drool spilling out of the corners of his mouth. He moaned on your length making your knees buckle — you grabbed a fistful of his hair before you started face fucking him.

Billy was in pure glee as he let you control him — he gagged every now and then but his throat felt so good. “Fuck yes…” You moaned out before biting your bottom lip as you sped up your pace, using Billy as your own fuck toy for your own pleasure.

You were close again and luckily this time, you were able to finish. Billy tried to take all your cum in his mouth but some spilled down on his chin as he swallowed the rest — “Taste so g-good, Billy wants more.” He stared up at you with wide eyes.

Your brows raised as you smirked, “More?” You questioned and he nodded, “Mhm mhm.” He mumbled as he stood up and began to kiss every inch of you — mostly licking you. He focused on your nipples, licking and biting them before you stopped him — “Get on the bed.” He did as you said.

You unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, his underwear coming off with them. He was pretty big, both in the length and girth department — his pubes were the same as his hair, a dark brown color that he could look after a bit more but you didn’t care. You turned him to lay on his stomach, “F-fuck me with your f-fat cock. Billy wants piggy’s fat c-cock inside.” He stammered out making you chuckle.

You spat on two of your fingers — index and middle — to lube them up before sticking them inside Billy’s tight pink hole. You couldn’t tell if he had moaned or shrieked at the sensation but he certainly wasn’t telling you to stop. Billy drooled on the pillow beneath him — a grin on his face.

“Ready for my dick?” You asked him as you pumped your fingers in and out of his tight hole. He nodded rapidly — when you had taken your fingers out of him, he whimpered but that quickly changed to a groan when you began to slide yourself into him. You hissed at the sensation — he tensed slightly before fully relaxing. “Fuck me.” He groaned and you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you.

You thrusted in and out of him, “Pretty piggy’s cock feels s-so good~” Billy moaned but you were too focused on the sight of your cock inside him. Slapping sounds filled the room as a sheen of sweat covered both you and the man in front of you. Although you could last for a while most of the time, you couldn’t help the feeling of your second orgasm coming.

Now, Billy hadn’t cum the first time — but this whole new feeling had him slamming himself against you — he mewled loudly as he touched himself, the feeling of his hand and your cock made him gasp — “My c-cock, cum, fuck, h-hand.” He mumbled before he came. His orgasm had him shaking but you weren’t finished.

Your hands grabbed his hips and banged him against yourself faster — you watched you cock go in and out of him, you wanted to remember this moment for later. Soon enough, you came inside him. Not daring to move, you stayed inside him and just laid down with him. Drool and cum covered the sheets. “Pretty piggy.” Billy mumbled over and over again — you didn’t mind though.

The spooning lasted a while before you had to get your dick out of his ass. You laid on your bed in the nude, eyes closed — Billy had ended up leaving — not before leaving a wet kiss on your cheek. You didn’t know where he stayed at but, you knew you wanted to fuck him again.