#and others want to be their guard dog

[parasitic-saint]

thinking abt the "i want to be her dog" spectrum on madam hotel enjoyers

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Welcome to the Dungeons of Fear and Hunger.

[fvedyetor]

colored doodle page

close ups under cut

[rottengurlz]

try to be gentle when you are ripping me apart 🔪

w/ @kashisun

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 166

So Danny is going to blame this on Vlad. Everything was going great, his parents had accepted him, Ellie is home for a while as was Jazz, Vlad was going to ghost-therapy along with Jordan to both get over apparently very bad obsession-sickness, and it was finally summer break! Which meant camping, and no ghost stuff for the first time in forever. 

He should have known everything was going too well, because that’s just the Fenton luck isn’t it? So he was going to blame this entire thing on Vlad, even if it might maybe be his own fault just a little bit. But how was he supposed to know the glowing rock formation that looked sort of like a portal was actually going to do something?! 

Urgh, he’s not going to deal with dimension travel, he already has to deal with time bullshit thanks to his peepaw! At least they’re all in this together and haven’t gotten separated? Ugh. This is going to be annoying. 

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Secondo and Alpha be nastyyyyyyy (I LOVE their dynamic. This situationship is all I live for these days)

It's such a twisted thing to want, Alpha thinks, arms crossed in front of his chest in a way he's desperate not to qualify as defensive. Him, proud and independent as he is, craving what he knows is to come...fucking ironic. Alpha squares up his shoulders, hands flexing against his own biceps.

It's subtle, but telling. He's fidgety. Alpha's never fidgety. But they say exceptions make the rule, and this one might be it. It's infuriating, really, especially given that Secondo hasn't looked up from his paperwork once, in the twelve minutes Alpha's been there. He counted. The scratch of the pen against paper, the flickering light of the old desk lamp, the familiar scent of old wood and expensive cologne, it would be relaxing, if it weren't for the burning pit of anticipation in Alpha's stomach. As it is, it's just part of the agonizing torture Secondo is putting him through just by making him wait.

In any other situation, Alpha would have no issue standing stock still in complete silence for hours, but this setting, the reason he's here doesn't let him slip into the depth of his mind to cheat boredom. He has to stop himself from bouncing his leg, him. Alpha is definitely going insane.

The second the pen stops dancing across paper, Alpha straightens, internally wincing at the popping sound from somewhere in his back. Secondo finally, finally sets his paperwork aside, taking off his reading glasses with a relieved sigh. Alpha, unfortunately for him, finds his tongue too late to ask him to keep them on. Another time. A click of tongue refocuses his attention on the man behind the desk. Without a word, Secondo snaps his fingers and points down, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

The shame boils up in Alpha's throat, coats his mouth in a bitter taste, but guilty arousal sparks in his guts. His legs take him toward the desk, make him round it up until he's standing between it and Secondo's chair. Maybe if he words it like that, if he blames his knees for bending until he's on them before the second Emeritus brother, Alpha can pretend he doesn't have any choice, that something made him do it, but the truth is that he's totally in controll, muscles, joints and sinews perfectly responding to his lust-addled brain. Yes, Alpha is totally in control of himself, and is willingly handing over that oh so precious control to none other than Secondo Emeritus.

It's worth it, though, for the leather clad hand raking through his hair, thumb drawing circles on one of the shaved sides. Secondo hums, parts his legs a bit more so Alpha can scoot closer. The hand travels further, wraps around a horn, pulls Alpha's head back in one fluid motion. There is strenght in Secondo's grip, despite his human nature, something that almost feels unyielding, even though Alpha knows better. Knows that he could, technically, shake it off, lean away from it. He won't. He wouldn't even dream of it.

The base of his horns must glow especially bright tonight, because Secondo's mouth twitches before he hums.

"Long day ?"

Alpha groans when Secondo's touch shifts again, thumbs now digging into the tense muscles at the back of his neck. And if he arches into it like a giant cat, well. That's his problem, and his only.

"Long week. You ?"

"I'm considering arsenic poisoning. For myself."

The dry answer makes Alpha huff as he leans closer, nuzzling his face in Secondo's thigh, looking up at him through his lashes.

"Want some help unwinding ?"

Though his touch is still gentle, Secondo huffs, mask of disdainful coldness falling on his face in an instant. Alpha takes in a a lungful of air, far too aware of what that means for him. He shouldn't rejoice in the idea. (He does.) The switch has just been flipped, game on.

"And you are offering to provide said help ?"

The mocking tone has Alpha reajusting his position, definitely not squirming. Secondo clicks his tongue.

"Oh, you are. Cute."

It doesn't sound like a compliment, in his mouth. The word is venom-clad, sinking into Alpha's flesh like a shard of glass. He snarls in answer, but when Secondo takes the opportunity to hook a thumb in his mouth, sliding it along his gum, testing the point of thick fangs, Alpha goes against every single one of his instincts, staying still and docile, not even one attempt at biting Secondo's fingers off.

The leather taste of the gloves coats Alpha's tongue when the former Papa pries his jaws open, pushing down on the forked appendice with a hum. The way he looks down at Alpha- with that kind of dissmissive amusement one would direct at a stumbling puppy, still gauche on its too-big paws- anyone with half a braincell would know there is no metaphor less inadequate that this one to describe Alpha, and yet, it is indeed how Secondo treats him.

And the worst part ? Alpha likes it.

Drool pools under the fire ghoul's tongue, some starting to dribble from the corner of his mouth, making Secondo tut.

"So messy. But, luckily for you, I like it sloppy, and I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself useful. Aren't you grateful ?"

His brain now too foggy to wonder what in the living hell is wrong with him to want this kind of treatment, Alpha nods, eager for the former Papa's taste, skin burning and insides churning in the best way, the way he chases everytime he steps through Secondo's threshold. There is something weirdly freeing about being unable to do anything but nod, trusting the man holding him put to handle him. Handle him. Like the good guard dog he tries to be. Except right now, he doesn't have to make decisions, to look out for someone else, to be on high alert. He can slump under firm hands and let someone lift the weight of the worlds from his shoulders, at least for a little while, a small reprieve he needs so much more than he's comfortable admitting.

The hands leave Alpha, Secondo finally reaching for his belt, expensive leather making a soft sound against no less precious fabric as it's slipped out of the loops. Try as he might, Alpha can't help the way his ears twitch at that, tail traitorously wagging a few times. Secondo's condescending chuckle is back to taunt Alpha.

"Eager."

Alpha hums, too focused on the rasp of the former Papa's zipper, itching to fish the man's cock out of his boxers himself. Still, he let Secondo do it, until he's salivating at the sight in front of him, pleased to see the former Papa is already well on his way to hardness from just the sight of Alpha on his knees. Licking his lips, the fire ghoul looks up at Secondo, finding mismatched eyes already on him.

"Make it good, and maybe I'll make you cum tonight, mmh ?"

You don't need to tell Alpha twice. It's a powerful thing, want, the way it overrides everything when just at the right intensity, reducing a powerful hellbeast fuelled by infernal flames to a desperate little thing kneeling at the feet of a human man, a prayer in his eyes that for once has nothing to do with his religious beliefs.

Alpha cannot hold back his groan when he gets his mouth on Secondo, lips wrapping around the head with a wet sound. He isn't Dew, he isn't foolish enough to try and fully take him in one go. he has plenty experience, which is precisely why he doesn't do that. While the concept of a completely wrecked voice is sexy, he doesn't need to give Omega even more ammunition when the quint will inevitably corner him with glistening eyes asking him if he had an interesting night. So, Alpha takes his time, eases himself into it, coaxing Secondo to full hardness with careful licks as he gradually takes more and more of him, until the head hits the back of his throat, eliciting a low hum from the former Papa.

That may be what Alpha prefers in all this, the lack of urgency, how Secondo will make sure to call on him at the oddest hours to make sure they won't be interrupted, that they have all the time in the world.

For a while, the only sounds in the room are quiet groans and soft huffs, coupled with the wet noises of Alpha working his mouth around Secondo, letting it get a bit sloppy - for the enjoyment of them both. It doesn't matter that Alpha's hard and dying to get a hand on himself, something Secondo won't let happen, it doesn't matter that his knees ache dully or that his jaw is challenged and will certainly hurt afterward ; all that matters is that the fire ghoul's head is blissfully empty, his skin finally not feeling too tight for him.

There's no urgency, yes, but when Alpha hums low as he steadily bobs his head, Secondo's hand scrambles for a fistful of red strands, forcing the fire ghoul down with a breathy "just like that". Alpha's tail wags briefly, knowing the man's tells enough to understand he's starting to feel his climax approaching. It hasn't been so long, all things considered, which only makes pride fill the fire ghoul's chest. He did that. The thought has him being more thorough, hollowing his cheeks and teasing the head with his forked tongue.

"Fuuuuck," Secondo groans, "you might get something out of tonight after all."

It's close enough to a praise for Alpha to perk up, too relaxed by now to be embarrassed by such a response. It just is so hard to feel anything but contentement like this, Secondo heavy on his tongue, his scent all the fire ghoul can smell, his sounds all he can hear. Eyes half closed, muscles finally loose, Alpha hums again, and swallows, throat constricting around Secondo's cock, which earns him a string of italian curses his brain barely processes.

"C'mon, c'mon," and that breathy tone does catch Alpha's attention, ableit with some delay, "c'mon you mutt, almost there-"

The fire ghoul's eyes shamefully roll back at being called that, moan ripped from him before he can even register it, and it seems to be all Secondo needed to cum down Alpha's throat with a loud groan.

The fire ghoul let him come down from the high at his pace, taking the opportunity to watch Secondo's chest heave, his sweaty throat, the fluttering of his eyelids, the way his face went lax, creases and tense lines smoothed out by bliss. Once Alpha decides he's given enough time to the former Papa to recover, he takes to direct his attention back to himself with a cheeky flick of tongue against the oversensitive tip of his spent cock. Alpha is treated to a delicious hiss as Secondo flinches, gloves creaking as he white knuckles his armrest, glaring without real heat at the fire ghoul knelt between his legs. Alpha finally releases him, smiling unapologetically. Fuck, he's so hard still, and the sight of Secondo looking good enough to eat isn't making it any easier. The former Papa rolls his eyes, almost prompting Alpha to serve him some snark, until a perfectly blacked shoe lands on his crotch, sole grinding against his straining cock, and he forgets anything that doesn't have anything to do with the white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine.

Secondo smirks, eyebrow rising.

"Let's see how long it'll take for you to cream your pants, shall we ?"

[cometzombie]

Watching “The Wolverine” and absolutely fucking

GEEKING

[cold-neon-ocean]

My dogs my beloved dogs!! The first line of beastial spirit vine soldiers from my LoK AU. Created by Baatar when during experimentation, he discovered the spirit energy after being condensed causes the vines to react strangely to machinery and processed material. Turning the inorganic to organic.

These soldiers are comprised of spirit vines that have mutated in reaction to the condensed activated spirit energy and adhered themselves to the suits. Similar to "mimics" in a way, they can conceal their mouths fully so they're indistinguishable from human soldiers, though very astute earthbenders may notice they neither breathe nor have a heartbeat.

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

[evita-shelby]

idk why i wonder how many lawyers(and probably officers since domestic abuse is a crime) had to see the bruises on Linda (its pretty obvious the reason for divorce would be cruelty for her and Arthur) and deny her the divorce because Tommy and Arthur forced them to.

[gingersnaptaff]

Once again I have seen somebody writing Gwydion as a good guy and I NEED PEOPLE TO STOP. Pls. Begging. Literally begging at this point. I'm on my KNEES. He is The Worst. This is why I think I fuckin loathe him so much because people don't RESEARCH HIM. I'M DJDKDKDKDDKDK They just see the words 'magician,' 'trickster god,' and 'the light to the family of Llŷr's dark' and think huh he's a cool guy. He is HEINOUS.

[total-drama-brainrot]

You know what I would love to see? An AU where Gwen had a crush on DJ instead of Duncan (partially because wingman Duncan is super funny to me, partially because I think they'd be cute). And in Paris instead of a tie breaker, Chris just separates Lindsay and DJ onto Team Chris and the Amazons respectively. We get cute Lyler moments, and Gwen can use her "Gothic Wisdom" into removing his animal curse. (It's basically just one of those fake witch rituals found online that tells you to meditate and burn sage)

I'm smitten with this idea. Completely and entirely enamoured with it.

Not only because I hate what Gwuncan became in S3 (they were incredible as friends, especially in S2, and their relationship felt so forced after Gwen spent two and a half seasons denying any romantic attraction to him) but because I, too, think DJ and Gwen would be very cute together. What's their ship name? DJwen? GweJ?

Having Gwen 'cure' his 'curse' through some off-brand witchy "Gothic Wisdom" nonsense that she doesn't even believe in is so funny and something DJ, in his post-Egypt state of paranoia, would completely fall for. It's a win-win for the both of them; DJ gets some peace of mind and a new friend in Gwen, and Gwen gets to spend more time with her crush!

Given her previous interest in Trent, a Good Guy (I don't want to say 'nice guys' because of the negative connotations connected to the term), having Gwen develop feelings for DJ- especially after he joins Team Amazon, but having her catch feelings pre-Paris would work too- is a lot more believable than having her suddenly be interested in Duncan, who is objectively Not Very Good. Plus, it means her and Courtney's friendship wouldn't be broken by something as silly as a 'love triangle'.

And I think, as DJ spends more time with Gwen, he'd see more of the person she is behind her loner gothic visage and develop a crush of his own. Because Gwen WAS a genuinely good person (a little rough around the edges and very prickly, sure, but she always meant well despite her dourness) before her character assassination.

They'd be good for each other. DJ would help breach past Gwen's thorny exterior with his kindness, and Gwen would help DJ return to his previous confidence through her quiet compassion and "Gothic Wisdom" support.

Also, wingman Duncan? Peak. Would he be playing wingman for both sides too, since he's pretty good friends with both DJ and Gwen?

(This idea also comes with the bonus of pre-packaged angst, in the form of DJ finding out that Gwen's 'cure' was made up the whole time, and the trust issues he'd develop as a consequence.)

[irlkokichiouma]

okay fine im making the fuckass rantaro aspd post because that boy is Not Normal like, just look at some of his sprites and the way he Talks To People like. this is a boy trying very hard to be normal and kind of failing

disclaimers before we go on: 1) "why aspd, why not something else?" because it intrigues me and the idea of a kid with aspd starting to travel to deal with the chronic boredom is very fun and cool to me, it also is thematic with rantaro keeping his distance from others and being just a little bit too fucking calm for the situation. maybe he's one of the pwaspd that doesn't feel fear that often. maybe he's used to blacking out and waking up in odd places. who knows? i like the idea of a kid with aspd being pragmatic and logical except rantaro's idea of pragmaticism absolutely says that keeping everyone alive is the right thing to do because if you can, then why not? i just am very fond of him going against his base instinct in order to deliberately care about other people, even if he's kind of creepy about it sometimes (see: "you have what it takes to win")

disclaimer 2: "wouldnt it be conduct disorder and not aspd since rantaro is under 18?" aspd is easier to type and better reflects his symptoms + i don't respect the dsm

anyway just go w it here its analysis thru the lens of a very sepcific headcanon just vibe w it dont worry. anyway anyway can we talk about how tsumugi exploited his aspd in order to kill him first

like. rantaro explores to deal with his chronic boredom so she gives him the map of the whole academy straight up. he's caged so there's nowhere to go and the scenery becomes mundane and boring super quick. he's alienated from his "classmates" because if any of them found out he's A Sociopath then a target is painted on his back and he might even be suspected of being the mastermind, just bc he has a mental illness people generally dont like. so its in his best interest to keep away from everyone lest he be Found Out, in addition to the stress of being in a killing game

and the thing about aspd and stress is that you Need intrigue. new things help.

and the survivor perk told rantaro that there is very much something he can do that no one else can. something that is new and intriguing- stopping the mastermind all on his own, a scuffle that gets his heart beating. he could end the game himself, no one has to die, it's new an fun and exciting. a gamble worth taking.

a gamble tsumugi knew he would go for.

if kaede didn't do her shotput plan, i bet she would've done something else in its place. rantaro is smart and calculating, ergo he's dangerous to the operation of the killing game. tsumugi knew what he was capable of because of the last killing game. he had to die.

maybe it was because tsumugi was inexperienced as a showrunner and couldn't handle him, so she took him out first. maybe she has a grudge because of something rantaro did during season 52. maybe she was just worried about how smart rantaro seemed and worried that he might be able to end the game early.

so she killed him and (inmypersonalopinion) exploited his mental illness to do it

anyway here, you can chew on this possibility if you want. or don't, im not your boss. aspd rantaro forever 4 me, my beautiful prince with a disorder <3

[talkorsomething]

I have Got to get more transgender

[eqan]

we had such a nice morning and then dewey guarded a sock from ryker

[quillvice]

what people don't talk about is how truly difficult it is to have a dog that you genuinely do love with every fiber of your being but who is not the dog you *wanted* and anyway give it up for everyone who got a dog with behavioral issues in their 20s that they weren't ready to handle 🤪🎉