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Immune To Your Charms

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.

WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so he's his own warning. Don't read if he's not someone you enjoy reading fics about. Depictions of injury and threat of violence. Enemies to Lovers. Soulmate! AU

This chapter contains sexual themes MDNI

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 5,991

A/N: The chapter is finally here and a lot longer than I originally thought it would be. Let's thank my laptop for still hanging in there! I went waaaaaay out of my comfort zone with this one by writing smut that I didn't end up chickening out and deleting (i'll be honest it got close a few times). We're advancing more with the relationship but this is Doffy we're talking about so there's still more to come. I hope you all enjoy 🤭 🫣 Dividers made by the amazing @physics-of-one-piece

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DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

“Darling?” You slowly turned your head towards the doorway with a small arch in your eyebrow.

“That the one you want to go with?” You asked casually and Doflamingo gave a thoughtful hum before immediately making a negative sound; more to himself than to you. As you’d been getting ready, Doflamingo’s voice would drift in from the other room, sounding out various pet-names to use on you. He’d yet to land on one he liked the sound of to use for the night. “Don't you think you’re putting too much thought into this?”

“You said it’s only for tonight.” Doflamingo reminded you with a laugh. “Need to make sure it’s something I’ll get the most enjoyment out of calling you.”

“Whatever you say.” You hummed. “I’ll answer to anything you know.”

“My little seagull?” You laughed at that one and Doflamingo grinned at the sound. “Fits your former marine standing don’t you think?”

“Former being the word, Doffy.” You reminded lightly, as you moved to lean against the doorframe, lightly folding your arms across your chest. “Seagulls just give the image of a squawking annoyance. Is that how you see me?”

Doflamingo had been sitting relaxed on the plush sofa in the shared bedroom the entire time, sipping at a drink while he waited for you to finish getting ready. At the sign of movement he looked to the door and his grin spread immediately. His hidden gaze roaming over you appreciatively. Absently he made a mental note to reward the servants and tailors that had a hand in assisting you with this clothing choice. Everything hugged and your body and showed your figure perfectly. Dressed in the finest material to set you apart as a guest of high standing and not a mere underling, it was clear to Doflamingo that when the two of you made your appearance, everyone was going to take notice. “Oh I definitely see you as something far from that.” He chuckled while you smirked. “Dressed like that, ‘seagull’ definitely won’t work though.”

“Yeah…that’s the only reason.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Come on then. What’s your next option?”

Doflamingo regarded you silently, his expression thoughtful. Taking another sip of his drink, he gestured his finger in a slow circling motion to request you twirl for him. Dramatically you sighed and pushed yourself away from the comfortable position you’d had against the doorway. Stepping further into the room you did as he requested. With unhurried movements you turned in a full circle to show off your appearance to Doflamingo in every angle. Finally facing him again you put out your hands in a ‘ta-da’ gesture. “Happy?”

You dropped your hands and moved to the drinks table to pour yourself a drink. Now that you moved into the light Doflamingo noticed how some of the panels of fabric to your outfit was made of a sheerer material to teasingly reveal some of your skin underneath. Finishing his own drink, Doflamingo stood and moved so he was behind you, reaching forward to set his glass on the table. The small action caused him to momentarily press against you and his fingers to skim against your arm when he straightened. As you took a sip you turned to face him. “I was going to suggest ‘angel’ but the more I see how sinful you look I’m not sure that suits either.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” You laughed again with a shake of your head. This was honestly not the reaction you’d anticipated from him.

“I’m being serious.” Doflamingo corrected, looking over you again. “Deadly serious. If they aren’t careful, there’s going to be a lot of bodies by the end of the night.”

“From what? Just looking at me?” You asked incredulously, gently moving around him to relax until it was time to leave. However you didn’t get far because Doflamingo’s hands caught you effortlessly and spun you around to face him again. One hand gripped your hip while the other pinched your chin, making you look at him as he leant in.

“You think those degenerates will be content with just looking?” His breath fanned against your skin as you felt his low voice rumble against his chest. You fought to ignore the small shiver flitting up your spine at his words and how his lips were so close but still not closing the final minuscule gap between you both. “Even letting them look at you seems punishable.”

“You can’t blind or kill everyone.” You reminded him softly, unable to hide your smile when his grin stretched as he was no doubt imagining doing just that to the unknown guests-or victims in his mind- you’d soon be crossing paths with. “Besides I’ll be arriving with you. You said so yourself, they won’t try anything. Guess you’ll just have to be brave and just let them look won’t you?”

“I don’t have to let them do anything.” Doflamingo’s grip tightened, drawing you closer. As always you didn’t even flinch; not able to feel any physical discomfort or pain from the strength of his hold. Instead you simply adjusted your stance; after draining your own drink, you set it aside and settled your hands on his chest and stared up at him with careful reproach.

“Yes, yes, you’re the mighty King Doffy.” You teased, absently smoothing the pale pink fabric of his mostly unbuttoned shirt as you continued. “If you keep this up people are going to notice there’s something more going on than me simply being your date for the night and they’re going to pry into your business if they get too suspicious.”

When your hands slowly moved up and rested on his shoulders, Doflamingo’s hand slid from your chin to curl behind the back of your neck. The action alone told you he was calming slightly but he still wasn’t entirely convinced. You had to remind yourself that this event was something he didn’t enjoy at the best of times and he’d been showing a lot of restraint in recent weeks. He hadn’t killed the servant because of you and had resisted lashing out at the doctors when you’d gotten ill as much as he clearly wanted to act on those violent impulses and usual habits. While you’d managed to deter him for the most part you knew a setting like this would only bring out his want to let out his frustrations and desire for brutality. If he saw the others attending to be beneath him then his patience was going to be at an all-time low.

“You’re right. They’ll keep their hands to themselves if they know what’s good for them.” Doflamingo nodded with a more sinister gracing his features as you pouted slightly.

“What if someone is nice and wants to dance with me?” You asked with perfect innocence in your tone that was only betrayed by the unrestrained playfulness gleaming in your eyes. “You’d deny them that little request?”

“If they were really brave enough to ask you in front of me I suppose I’d respect them enough to let them. Still, I’ll just have to memorise those that push their luck though and deal with them when the time’s right.”

“At least when you do, make sure blood doesn’t get on my clothes.” You requested, asking him to do anything else would have been a waste of words.

The island was buzzing with excitement with a twinge of nervousness. For the citizens, under the rule of their Lord they were no stranger to the darker sources of his power and knew of the less than moral and good company he kept. Yes he was corrupt in his own way and had more wealth than sense but he wasn’t the peak of evil. On nights like these when he’d throw his lavish and ostentatious parties, the commonfolk eagerly awaited from behind their curtains to see the guests arrive and walk through the emptied streets the the manor. At the same time the older and more aware people watched carefully, feeling small amounts of fear when they spotted the guests that had reputations, bounties on their head, and a literal army following behind them.

Since they were the guests of their Lord, should they decide to level a random house, steal someone’s livelihood, or attack someone of the town nothing would be done to protect them and that was the reality they had to live with, the harshness made even more evident when the potential threat to the community was escorted through the streets by those dressed in Marine uniforms and smirking just as arrogantly and cruelly as the person they were protecting for the night. As more groups passed by the window, the tension grew. Then the people felt a shudder tremble through their homes and bodies. Instinct gnawed at them to close the curtain and look away, to stand protectively in front of the rooms their children slept soundly in but they couldn’t Despite what deep instinct told them to do it, they couldn’t look away from sheer overwhelming curiosity. Because how could the source of such pure fear come from the smallest group to arrive?

Where Lords, Pirate Captains, Nobles, and the insanely rich showed it through their overwhelming numbers, the shadowed group steadily approaching filled barely a fraction of that number. Then under the streetlights they saw the two figures leading them; Warlord Doflamingo who many up until this night had been sorely glad to only see in the papers, grinning broadly and in the flesh walk by outside their homes and onward to the Lord’s estate. All breaths held were only released when they were out of view but still their curiosity remained as they relived the thought of the terrifying Warlord and the person by his side; by all accounts a seemingly normal-albeit stunning- person but what made them pause in their estimation was if someone like you could walk by so at ease with a man like that by your side it led to the next question; what kind of monster were you truly?

The entire estate was an overwhelming feast for the eyes, not in a way that made you look around with wonder and awe. It was overkill and an eyesore. Were Dressrosa’s Palace had charm and taste in its decor, even with Doflamingo and his family living there it was never overboard. It was classy. This? This was an uncoordinated headache. If you had to take a guess, whoever owned the place decided that he wanted gold and diamonds to be his main aesthetic and ‘matched’ it with whatever his decorator told him was the most expensive pieces of furniture, art, and other overpriced items to fill the space. Your suspicions only grew when you and Doflamingo stepped into the entrance hall to be met with the very large statue of the man you’d assumed was your host made entirely out of the brightest gold and not-so subtly inlayed with various gems that caught and reflected the lights around it.

You blinked and trained your expression into one as polite as you could and began to think of what simple half-compliment you could give offer should your host point it out. In order to protect your eyes in every sense of the word, you turned your head slightly and glanced at Doflamingo only to immediately regret it. Humour began to bubble in your chest as you could tell he was disgusted by the centrepiece to the estate. Even with his grin broadly in place and his dark tinted glasses firmly in place you could feel how personally offended Doflamingo felt about it and the overall decor of the building. “So…think you’ll ask him who the sculptor is?” You forced out in a soft whisper while trying to stop the laughter from building any further in your chest. The smile twitched at your lips when Doflamingo forced his head away from the golden monstrosity in front of him. “It’d really heighten the class of the Palace, don’t you think?”

“If I learn the name of the person responsible for this I can’t be held accountable.” Doflamingo muttered low enough for only you to hear, his restrained grin switching into a genuine one when you quickly pressed your lips together in the hopes of hiding your amusement.

“Darling look at that statue!” You heard a whisper from behind you. The sincere gasp of admiration made you take a slow breath to try and centre yourself, braced and trying to appear composed. “We should get one of us commissioned.”

“Oh we simply must. Look ahead, that’s the Doflamingo!” The woman’s husband excitedly murmured and you bit the inside of your cheek when you spotted the vein in your date’s forehead twitch. “If he’s admiring it, you know it’s a must buy. Quick, let’s find the host-” Hearing the couple scurry off and knowing Doflamingo was somehow to blame for the artist getting another job was your breaking point.

Quickly you ducked your head and pressed it against Doflamingo’s arm that you had a loose hold on, your laughter muffled as best you could while sharply Doflamingo turned and led you away to avoid anyone else falsely connecting his sense of taste with the statue he was now imagining destroying in every way possible. “I need a fucking drink.”

“Aren't you a little bit flattered that they want to emulate you and your stellar eye for art?” Before Doflamingo could answer your teasing question you were both distracted by the sound of a gun firing from the gardens you’d both passed to get to the front door.

“Looks like someone couldn’t wait to get the festivities underway…” you heard someone chuckle to their entourage. Silently you took the glass of wine offered to you by one of the servants and returned you attention back to Doflamingo who was already draining his glass in one swift motion and quickly reaching for another.

“You weren’t lying about sloppy assassination attempts.” You sighed before taking a small sip of your drink, pausing when the rich taste took you by surprise. It was sweet and indulgent and actually pleasant. Given your host’s thoughts on visual decoration you had anticipated it to be overwhelming and repulsive.

“Nah, that was just someone settling a grudge. The assassinations will be attempted after more drink has been had and guards are down.” Doflamingo chuckled, taking his time with this glass of wine as he slowly began to take in his surroundings, silently sizing up those mingling around him. Already he’d counted many heads trying to discreetly glance his way only to avoid directly looking at his face fully out of fear of being caught. That’s when the stares lingered on your face and form instead. Just enough for Doflamingo to notice you’d captured their attention but not too long to be seen as ogling. They at least were practiced enough with these gatherings to appear neutral and casual.

“Doflamingo!” You and Doflamingo turned to see the smaller and equally unimpressive version of the statue approach with hands out in a welcoming gesture. Adorned in jewels and garish fabrics, the Lord smiled broadly at the man in front of him, bowing in reverence. “It was truly an honour to see your name on my final guest-list, I had to pinch myself repeatedly to ensure I wasn’t dreaming. I can die a happy man now.”

“Careful, wrong ears might take you up on that offer.” Doflamingo chuckled while you smirked to see the fear flash in your host’s eyes before he quickly composed himself enough to force out a small laugh of his own. “So with that little commotion in the garden, are we to expect much of the same tonight?”

“Oh yes.” Your eyes steeled slightly when the Lord in front of you lost his nervousness and the sickening enjoyment at the promise of more bloodshed was made clear. “Many of the guests here will find themselves with ample opportunities for vengeance, advancement of power and wealth, and temptation to betray their allies throughout the night when they see the rest of those in attendance.”

“Excellent, I can wait to see how the night plays out then. Doflamingo chuckled again, his hand slowly moving to settle on the small of your back when he noticed the subtle shift in your demeanour. “How do you feel about that, angel?”

You glanced at Doflamingo at the petname he’d suggested back on the ship and your lips twitched briefly, knowing it still wasn’t the one Doflamingo felt suited you best. At Doflamingo’s question, it wasn’t just the Lord that turned his attention to you but others who were clearly wishing earshot while trying to appear like they weren’t eavesdropping glanced your way too. Thoughtfully you pursed your lips and offered the Lord a polite smile. “So everyone can find a way to benefit from another guest’s death tonight?” You asked, keeping your tone innocently curious. When the Lord smirked and nodded you let out a small hum of interest. “You’re a brave man…”

“Oh? How so dear?” The Lord asked with a tightened smile, unnerved by your simple observation.

“Well if I planned a party like this with that goal in mind I’d begin to wonder who among my guests would benefit the most from my death.” You explained with a sweet smile. “But I’m sure you’ve planned for that too.” Doflamingo grinned at your remark and the Lord’s mouth opened and closed as his mind only now began to consider he could be a target too.

“Well obviously, I’m among friends and allies, and my own bodyguards.” He tried to dismiss your idea with a short laugh.

“But you said so yourself, the opportunity to betray allies is all part of tonight.” You pointed out, still maintaining the perfect expression of concern and curiosity. “Right, Doffy?”

“Right, such faith in your own power to not be a target. Brave indeed.” Doflamingo grinned while leading you to the next room, not needing to stay in the presence of his host any longer if he truly did want to enjoy himself tonight. “We’ll drink to your health.”

“Come on you’ve got your Marine training. Surveillance was one of your specialties, so tell me what you’re seeing.” Doflamingo urged low in your ear as you both found yourselves standing on one of the balconies overlooking one of the crowded halls were the guests plotted, drank, talked, and danced. So far for much of the party the two of you had kept to yourselves, finding your own entertainment in listening to conversations not meant for either of you, judging the other guests for their obvious actions, and sometimes simply because both of you were baffled at their choice in clothing for the night. Similar to your host, many in attendance with a sickening amount of wealth were incapable of taste.

You stood in front of Doflamingo, his body turned to press against yourself in a subtle closeness without fully engulfing you. Silently you scanned the crowd below you. You absently ran your fingers against the rim of your glass as you watched and Doflamingo grinned when he knew you spotted something by the way your head tilted just a fraction and your fingers stilled. Your eyes darted to him and you smirked before nodding down in the direction for him to look. “That’s not the date he arrived with.” You stated and Doflamingo looked down at the couple. He vaguely remembered the guest but when he looked at the date clinging to his arm tightly and giggling at whatever he said, he couldn’t honestly say he could see a difference. “So either his original date is an assassin in disguise and this one is a decoy or the woman currently on his arm is the assassin and will kill him later on when they’re alone.”

“Bet his date is off killing someone.” Doflamingo wagered and you pursed your lips before shaking your head.

“I bet he’s the target.” You smirked. “If he’d sent an assassin he’d be trying to look for her, or the person he wanted dead. Mostly it’d be unintentional, nervousness, but he’d still be waiting to see if he succeeded or not.” Doflamingo watched the man again, starting to see what you did and he laughed. Ultimately time would tell which of you was correct.

“What else?” He asked, thoroughly entertained by the things you were able to notice and found this to be one of the better parties he’d attended because of it.

“They’re having an affair.” You said, your gaze zeroing on a new target. For this one he had to adjust his stance, leaning forward and settling his hand on the railing while the other settled on your hip. He wordlessly observed. A trio. The crimeboss was talking to another criminal power. As expected the wife looked bored but that was it. “The bodyguard and his boss’ wife. A bit cliche but seems to be the case here.”

“They haven’t so much as looked at each other.” Doflamingo smirked, closer now his breath fanned against your skin as his lips barely grazed the shell of your ear.

“Exactly but look at the way he’s standing. The wife is his priority.” You explained softly, pointing out the chain of events now that Doflamingo was watching and able to see for himself the obviousness of it. “Anytime the husband touches his wife, the bodyguard tenses. Jealous… then when the husband isn’t looking she reassures her lover with something small, a glance or a brief touch that looks accidental.”

“Yeah, I see it now.” Doflamingo smirked with a building chuckle, glancing down at you when you turned your head towards him. This close now it was so close to let his lips brush against yours and from the way your eyes flickered briefly at them, he knew you wanted it just as much as he did but he let the moment hang for just a moment. Before either of you got the chance to act the sound of Doflamingo’s personal den-den mushi began to ring from inside his feather coat. You let out a small breath and leant back, turning your head to glance over the balcony again while Doflamingo clicked his tongue and grabbed the snail, the call coming from Dressrosa. He wasn’t going to answer it with so many people around. He uttered a quick ‘be right back’ and you nodded understanding.

Immediately you felt the overwhelming but steady presence of Doflamingo disappear and you sighed softly, going back to observing the crowd to pass the time while you waited for him to return. The minutes passed by somewhat peacefully then you spotted something new developing that made your eyes narrow. Pushing yourself away from the railing you headed down into the room and strode straight for what had caught your attention. Every step you took was purposeful and you weren’t thinking about anything else. Swiftly you made it just in time and intersected yourself between Baby 5 and the repulsive figure that had been not-so charmingly and lecherously trying to get close to her. At first you ignored the man and smiled at Baby 5, leaning in so only she would hear your words to her. “Gladius needs you.”

“Wh-what?” Baby 5 asked the slight dusting of blush against her cheeks dissipating at your arrival, snapping out of her enamoured state when she realised you were the one talking to her. Just before you arrived she’d been so close to accepting the man’s marriage proposal. “Okay, I’ll find him now!”

“H-hey wait a minute!” The man began to call after her but it was too late and he turned his attention to you. At first he was angered but when he got a proper look at you he instead grinned. “Well aren't you an upgrade? What’s the matter, sweetheart were you jealous your friend was getting more attention?”

“Something like that.” You told him with a restrained smile. “Think the drink was getting to my head. I should go and get some fresh air, enjoy your evening.” With nothing more to say to the man you walked away and left to one of the side gardens, deciding it was a good idea to get out from the constant crowd and noise. You took a breath and leaned against one of the stone pillars only to frown when you heard someone approach. Glancing over your shoulder you saw the man had followed you with a smirk on his lips. “Yes?”

“Aw come on don’t be like that. We weren’t finished back there.” His attempt at speaking seductively made you question just how naive Baby 5 was to fall for this. “I was looking at a sure thing with your friend and now I’m all alone. Don’t be cruel, make it up to me.”

“Cruel?” You repeated in amusement.

“Yeah, getting my attention, looking like that and not even letting me have a taste of your sweet company.” He explained, stepping closer. You remained against the pillar and caught the man’s wrist as his hand settled on your thigh; stopping his touch from progressing further. “See? Playing hard to get is cruel.”

“No, I’m being kind.” You explained gently, leaning in just a little. “Do you want to know what I’d do if I was cruel?”

“Tell me then sweetheart. Make it worth my while though, yeah?”

“If I was cruel I’d let you get closer. I’d let your hand go where it wanted, let your lips taste mine. I’d 'make it worth your while’ as you said it.”

“Damn, I’m still not seeing how that’s cruel.” The man chuckled about to lean in and kiss you when your thumb and finger pinched his chin to stop him.

“Maybe not…” you hummed, a smirk growing on your lips. “The cruelty would be in what comes after. When you have to deal with him.” Your eyes moved passed the man and locked on Doflamingo’s as he loomed dangerously in the shadows. The man barely had time to glance over his shoulder before he felt the flare of pain against his wrist and he screamed, lifting his arm into the air to see his hand was gone, blood spraying everywhere. In shock, the man pressed his rapidly bleeding stump against his body and stared down at his hand now lying on the cold ground. You were forgotten as he staggered to crouch down and retrieve the missing appendage only to sway weakly and dizzy. With his hand in reach he blinked to see it flit away, overcome with confusion and pain he blinked up to see his hand swaying tauntingly above his head as Doflamingo stood over him but the Warlord was ignoring him, only watching you let out a small sigh, wiping the spray of blood away from your cheek and look down at your now spoiled clothes in exasperation. Doflamingo’s heavy frown deepened and he glared down at the man muttering about his hand while trying to stay conscious. With no regard for him, Doflamingo flicked his wrist and let the severed hand sail away into the darkness. “If you can find your hand, you can keep it.”

Not bothering to wait and see if he managed to get to his feet or not, Doflamingo quickly took your arm and pulled you to his side. Moving his grip to settle on your side he pulled you inside the estate and through the still bustling halls. You walked steadily, keeping your expression unreadable as you let Doflamingo lead you wherever he was set on going. You noticed many that had been gathering liquid courage in order to finally approach Doflamingo immediately rethink their decisions when they spotted the both of you with your clothes marked with fresh blood; from the amount they knew it wasn’t a massacre but it was enough to be a warning to stay away.

Eventually you both entered your room for the night and your nose wrinkled to see the style didn’t improve here either. At the sound of the door shutting you glanced at Doflamingo as his hands cracked in barely restrained rage. “Before you say anything, I only acted to get Baby 5 out of trouble-“

The rest of your explanation was swiftly killed in your chest when Doflamingo stormed towards you, backing you against the wall. Fingers twisting in your hair and securing against the back of your neck while grabbing your thigh, his mouth crashed against yours harshly. Instantly the dizzying need to match the intensity and hunger of the kiss came over you. Still you managed to cling to some tiny shred of thought. With a reluctant groan you broke away from the kiss, eyes falling shut and a small shiver running through you when Doflamingo growled and pressed his lips against your jaw. “I was already reaching my limit. Bad enough having to see those worms looking at you, seeing their desires in their eyes when they thought I wasn’t looking. I told you they wouldn’t be satisfied with just looking, didn’t I?” His hand on your thigh tightened and his knee moved between your legs, pressing his body further against you to cause a soft moan break from your parted lips. “Seeing that piece of scum try to touch you was the last straw.”

“Thought you didn’t get jealous…” You huffed out with a breathless laugh, unable to stop yourself from grinding your hips against his leg, chasing just a little bit of that delicious friction. You secured your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and let your lips teasingly brush against his before leading him into another hungry, all consuming kiss.

“No, not jealous. I’m possessive and no one touches or tries to claim what’s so obviously, rightfully, only mine.” Doflamingo’s voice broke out in a deep, rumbling purr as he pulled your hands free and pinned them above your head with just one of his. Without warning Doflamingo bit your neck at the pulse point, drawing another moan from you as your back arched and body pressed further against his. Doflamingo broke away and saw your skin hadn’t yielded to his mouth, the only sign he’d been there was the outline of saliva from his lips. “You’re mine, mi alma.”

“So claim me, Doffy.” You urged, your voice just as heavy with need, unable to think any further beyond your want for pleasure. At your words that final frayed thread between you both, that tiny but insistent warning sign that appeared every time the two of you danced too close to the point of no return finally disintegrated and the two of you drawing each other headlong into lust and instinct with reason nowhere to be seen.

Immediately Doflamingo pulled you away from the wall and backed you towards the bed, as he walked Doflamingo wasted no more time and bit your lower lip, swiping his tongue against it before drawing you into a dizzying kiss. Effortlessly he ripped the clothes from your body with one hand. His smug smile appeared when you let out an unimpressed but also unsurprised huff against his lips at his actions, pushing you backwards and finally getting to take in the sight of your naked, exquisite body as you pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows.

Your pupils were blown wide with lust as Doflamingo stripped his clothes from his board frame. When his thick, hard cock sprang free your breath hitched and you shamelessly stared at it, your darkened gaze becoming hungry. You licked your lips and returned your gaze to Doflamingo, a grin of your own spreading in a mirror of his. Inching closer you grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards you, legs immediately locking around his waist, lifting your hips just enough to feel his twitching length press against your entrance.

Both of you had no more need or want for patience and in perfect sync, you lowered yourself onto Doflamingo while he thrust in. Your body welcomed him with no resistance and your whole body, down to the very fibre of your being felt like it was alight with the rawest pleasure you’d ever felt. Your lips trailed from Doflamingo’s jaw to his ear, urging him to move faster, and deeper, your voice a siren song in luring him to act on your every whispered desire. Rapidly you were reaching your peak and still you needed more.

As your climax washed over you, your heels dug firmer against the base of Doflamingo’s spine as his mouth bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, his own high vastly approaching but still the two of you were unrelenting, still not finished. As the aftershocks of your first waves subsided your hands roamed over Doflamingo’s chest and down the rippling muscles of his back. “Doffy, more.” You urged in his ear in between swears and moans uttered like a prayer. “Don’t hold back.”

Doflamingo let out a long animalistic growl and without stopping his thrusts that you met with ease he pushed himself forward, pinning you between the mattress and his body. Hands roaming across your body he roughly grabbed your thigh as his other hand secured around your throat, his thrusts picking up in force and speed. At the change, your fucked out expression filled with bliss and Doflamingo now unshackled gave you what you wanted, what you both wanted. In all his years and all the lovers or playthings he took to his bed he had to restrain himself in some capacity. With his own gratification the priority with those nobodies, he still had to hold onto some semblance of self-control because they were worth nothing to him if they broke completely. His own strength was monstrous and while he was hardly ever gentle, he offered them some kindness that they didn’t realise.

With you though, it was unnecessary. The power he was exerting at this moment would have snapped anyone else’s neck immediately and you reacted as though it was a simple caress. Your body was literally made for him, shaped perfectly to take him in a way no-one else could. As you both neared the edge of your climax, Doflamingo absently thought of the pet-name he’d called you. ‘Mi alma,’ it had been said without truly thinking about it, in the moment of his heated fury at someone thinking they were deserving of this pleasure you were drawing out from him but it was the only thing that sounded right.

“Mi alma.” He groaned out again and your eyes focused onto his face, your hand wrapping around the wrist of the hand still against your throat. With a gentle tug, you pulled his hand away to press a quick kiss against his wrist before pulling Doflamingo forward, wanting as little space as possible between you at that moment. As your orgasms hit again, you called out Dofalmingo’s name while the Warlord’s free hand braced against the headboard being you. With the final snap of his hips you were too lost in the moment with stars clouding your vision and ears ringing to notice the sound of the headboard snapping and the legs of the bed finally giving out and splintering, crashing to the floor.

Doflamingo laughed in your ear and his hips stilled at last, kissing your jaw and skimming your throat with his nose as your senses slowly returned. Blinking you craned your head back, noticing there was something different. You slowly connected the dots and you focused your clearing vision back on Doflamingo, offering him a lazy grin. “Weren’t my clothes enough?”

“I blame you.” Doflamingo chuckled lowly and unapologetically while you rolled your eyes. “But if you’re still so broken up about it, I think I can get you to forgive me.”

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thekoalapastriesbakery · 2 months ago

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ROUTINE

hybrid!formula one x male!reader

request: requesting about hybrid!drivers (dog!mick and bunny!charles, + any others you want to add) and their post-race routines?!

summary: your boyfriend has a very specific post-race routine.

warnings: mentions of ferrari's interesting strategies (charles), mild angst to comfort (lance), very very mild implication of logan's mistreatment (logan), non-hybrid friendly scheduling (oscar)

contains: charles leclerc, lance stroll, logan sargeant, mick schumacher, + oscar piastri

word count: 1,065

bunny!charles leclerc:

charles was quite a clingy boyfriend, but his post-race routines were fairly simple. he doesn't need material things or even for you to do all that much. he does all of his team duties first. he may be a clingy bunny, but he lives and breathes ferrari and will never ever ever do anything to disappoint them.

once he's finished in the media pen, doing his team debrief, and congratulating or commiserating with each and every single one of his mechanics and engineers, he'll meet you in his driver's room. you should be sitting on the little sofa, with a nice soft blanket or a nice cold drink (with a straw—his bunny teeth are very sensitive) depending on the weather. he'll come over and flop down on your lap. charles makes the cutest squeaky-humming noise whenever you hug him.

he'll want you to massage his ears (they get quite sore being pressed flat to his skull during races) while he tells you absolutely everything. some details are more "important", like his view of incidents and penalties during the race. sometimes he'll rant about his team's strategies, and you were the only one who would ever hear him say a negative thing about the scuderia. sometimes he'd just ramble for a solid 30 minutes about things he noticed around the track, like a pretty flower. you're often the last couple to leave the paddock.

cat!lance stroll:

he hates doing media, so he'll rush through interviews to get back to you. lance is at the point cats get to where they're so tired and frustrated that they're more than ready to draw blood. if anyone tries to drag him into an argument post-race they will regret it. for most people, it's common sense not to mess with a cat hybrid when they're tired. unfortunately many people in the world of formula one are somewhat lacking in common sense.

by the time he gets to you, lance is often overstimulated and angry and has maybe even used his claws. it doesn't help his reputation, but he can't help it and you can't blame him. not when you've seen how insistently people ignored his boundaries. he'll let out a sort of angry, screaming meow of frustration when you start cuddling him. don't be deterred—it's just a vocalisation. he knows you respect his space when he needs it, but he still puts up token resistance so you know he's letting you do this. he'll melt into your touch soon enough.

unlike some other drivers, he will not want to talk. he's so overstimulated that even hearing you talk will grate on his nerves. just scratch behind his ears and maybe play fight with him a little to help him get out the excess energy. eventually he'll get reallyyyyy blinky. that's how you know he's ready to go home and take one of his beloved naps with you.

lynx!logan sargeant:

big ears, big heart—logan's the cuddliest feline in the paddock. most lynx hybrids were very very heat intolerant, but since he grew up in florida, he's got a little bit of extra immunity. no matter where in the world you are, logan will want cuddles all the time.

he loves you so much and he absolutely does not fit the solitary stereotype of his species. honestly, if he could be within arm's reach of you 24/7, 365, he'd basically just be a happy purring kitten. forget formula one, logan would just as happily spend all day as your personal heater and lap cat. post-race, he'd quite like to just curl up on your lap and either tell you all about his race or listen to you talk about just about anything.

after a little debrief in his driver's room, you'll go back to the hotel/apartment and have a proper cuddle, with the fan cranked up. sometimes he's perfectly happy to just lie with you in silence. if he's had a bad race or bad weekend, though, he'll prefer to watch a sitcom or something else lighthearted. you may or may not manage to turn the tv off before you both fall asleep

dog!mick schumacher:

he's generally pretty high-energy after a race. in stark comparison to the others, he gets adrenaline rushes that extend for a couple hours beyond the actual race ends. he does interviews, team debriefs, gets head pats from all his mechanics and also several other drivers, meets about two dozen extra fans, and does several cute lil tiktoks with his team before he even gets back to you.

even after all of that, he's still got leftover energy. item number one will always be running around with him and (ideally) playing fetch to tire him out. it'll probably take hours, a lot of zoomies, and a full weekend debrief for him to finally settle down. he shouldn't, but mick will feel guilty for being so much work for you (he's not) and will insist on making and bringing you your comfort beverage and snacks. he's a sucker for a good rom-com while snuggling in bed after a race. belly rubs are mandatory.

koala!oscar piastri:

the cuddliest cuddler to ever cuddle, and the clingiest boyfriend to ever cling. the second he's out of the car oscar is basically climbing into your arms no matter what. he doesn't care whether you're bigger or smaller than him—you will have to give him at least a piggyback.

poor baby's so sleepy. he's usually borderline nocturnal afterall! and on race weekends he has to be out and functioning all day and he barely even gets any naps. if you're bigger than or roughly the same size as oscar, you should be prepared for him to just hook his arms around your neck and whine until you pick him up. if you're smaller, expect him to be dragging you with him to media and almost falling asleep with you on his lap during the team debrief.

once he finally gets to retreat to his driver's room with you, oscar will munch on a few special koala hybrid snacks with eucalyptus before promptly falling asleep on you. his whole post-race recovery routine is based around getting a few solid hours of sleep. in an ideal situation, with his head on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat as he dreams.

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balanceoflightanddark · 2 months ago

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Azula is, without a doubt, the most controversial character in Avatar: the Last Airbender. There's no tapdancing around it. Most discussions involving her usually devolve into "why are you justifying a despot," or "was she born evil," or "does she deserve redemption?". Whenever she's brought up, it's like battle lines are being drawn and we're all waiting for somebody to take the first shot.

My question is, what about her is generating so much controversy to begin with? I mean, ATLA is no stranger to controversial characters. Katara's gotten it. Aang's gotten it. Jet and Hama have gotten it. So Azula isn't quite out of the norm regarding hot-button topics.

The first thing I can think of is that she's the enemy of Zuko, the fandom's golden child. Again, no way around it. He's insanely popular, and anybody who's opposed to him is going to be seen in a negative light. This includes Azula since she's his primary nemesis. Ozai may have caused his scar and Zhao may have more genuinely hated his guts, but Azula's the one that got under his skin.

Here's where I think the problem sets in. With Zuko being so popular, people are more willing to take his side in things. This includes Azula, which he sees as a rival and whatever sympathy he might have is stifled by his desire to "put her in her place". She's the primary enemy in his flashback in "Zuko Alone" despite Ozai being the one who actually set things off for his crappy upbringing. Now, there's no denying she's a villain and had to be stopped. But I think the fandom is a bit too willing to unconditionally take Zuko's word on it. This is despite the fact that the famous "born lucky, lucky to be born" quote was when he himself was a villain and he was griping to Aang about his problems.

Basically, by taking Zuko's opinion, we're assuming he's completely right and his version of Azula is reality. Even though this is the same kid who was willing to believe in the best in his dad until the eleventh hour. So his judgment can be askewed.

The same thing goes with Iroh. Again, there's that famous "she's crazy and she needs to go down" line people love to use to justify Azula being born evil or always being crazy. Expect, again, Iroh's not immune to biasism either. He paints Azula as the enemy, bt has nothing but regret for how things with Ozai fell out. He didn't even warn Zuko about who Ozai truly was.

Now, this isn't me clowning on either Zuko or Iroh. Zuko's a dumb kid who has a very messed up sense of morality for most of his life and Iroh's likely struggling with his own issues with Ozai. I wouldn't even put it past them to paint Azula in a negative light since they're going to run into her again, so it might be best to put aside sympathies so she doesn't kill them. At least for the time being. I don't agree with them, but I'm not going to say they're the worst people ever for it.

No, what I think the problem is that we very rarely see Azula's side of the story. We only see it in "The Beach" and the mirror scene. Here we see a character that's not a force of nature, but a conflicted girl about her own morality and whether or not she's a monster. She puts on a sarcastic face about it, but we can see it still eats her from the inside. And we see she does care about Ty Lee, Mai, and Zuko, even if she does a piss poor job of doing it.

This is where I think the controversy comes in: how sympathetic are we supposed to see Azula? We are meant to feel SOME sympathy, but not to the point that we can excuse her actions. Yet some take it the wrong way and say she's completely irredeemable and a monster just as bad as Ozai. Sure she's a villain that needed to be stopped, but putting her on the same level is a tad bit extreme (we are talking about a 14 year old girl compared to a grown ass man after all).

I think the disconnect comes from the fact that, again, we only see Azula through Iroh and Zuko's lenses. She's the villain in their eyes, an unstoppable force, and so we see the same thing. There's nothing really challenging that in the narrative outside of a few scenes. Azula never really gets the chance to express her side of the story, not even during the Last Agni Kai. And the few times she does like in the campfire scene? Nobody says word, validating her belief that she's saying the truth and that she's a monster.

Nobody challenges Zuko and Iroh on Azula, while nobody challenges Azula on her belief that she's a monster. Which is funny since Zuko and Iroh DO (at least initially) provide some possible sympathetic angles on Ozai (at least before he really became a monster). Zuko talks about how he wanted to get along with him. Iroh doesn't talk all that much ill about him at first. We even see his baby picture for crying out loud. So while we're meant to see Ozai as a tyrant and too far gone for any realistic chance of redemption, we're asked to wonder where he came from and raises the possibility that he wasn't always evil.

We don't get such challenges with Azula. She's only very rarely given sympathy. We're meant to feel sorry for her, but we're not given the whole story. We're given one side, and we're left scrambling to try and find out who she really is.

#azula #atla #princess azula #azula meta #zuko #iroh #atla iroh #avatar the last airbender #atla meta

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captain-huggy-bear · 2 months ago

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Congrats on 1,000 followers! Could you do Michael Kesselring + “test came back negative” please?

Oh, he'd get his hopes up too. That man is built to have a hockey team of kids who are all giants who terrorise the league and constantly end up in the penalty box cause they're too tall. This is....how to describe: starts as angst, ends up mildly nsfw 18+ MDNI, rollercoaster. TW: Fertility issues/struggles getting pregnant 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 (please read the rules) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You're already dreading breaking the news to Michael. It's no secret that the two of you have been trying for a baby, and each negative pregnancy test felt like a blow, a physical hit to you both. You hated it, but you could handle it, it wasn't either of your faults...it was just the way things worked out. Getting pregnant wasn't simple, it was a science of sorts to maximise your chances. It would happen, it just might take a while.

But Michael? Michael took it hard each time like it was somehow his fault that you weren't pregnant yet. He wanted so badly to be a dad and you knew he was worried, wondering if it would ever happen. You couldn't pretend that you didn't have some of those worries too.

So to see another negative result staring at you from the bathroom sink? That was the worst news of your day.

He's waiting where you left him outside the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bed, knee bouncing up and down nervously. The moment he spots you he's on his feet, rising to meet you, that glimmer of hope in his eyes that you know is about to get crushed again.

“The test came back negative...”

You watch Michael's face drop as he sits back down on the edge of the bed, face falling into his hands as he hunches over and you know it's more than just disappointment before he even says a single word.

"It's my fault..."

"Michael..." You move to sit next to him, tugging at his arms until he looks at you, eyes wet with tears, guilt swimming in them like he's done something unforgivable.

"No, they keep saying male fertility is like declining or whatever...we know you're ovulating, you still get your periods...it's me. It's got to be me...I'm the problem. It's my fault..."

"Most couples struggle to get pregnant, it's not as easy as one time and we're done...even if it is your fertility it's not your fault, it'll happen when it happens." You brush some dark curls away from his forehead, pushing them back and out of the way. Maybe it might seem backward to some that you're comforting him, but you know how much this matters to Michael, you know how much he worries about it, how desperately he wants this. He's not immune to those feelings just because he's the man in the relationship.

"Then why do I feel like I've fucked up?"

"Because you care, because we both want this so badly...look on the bright side?" You smile at him, fingers brushing the stubble starting to grown across his cheeks as he looks at you like you've gone insane.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" You choose to ignore the eyeroll, to forgive it knowing how he's feeling right now.

Instead you throw a leg over his lap until you're straddling his hips, grinning down at him as you whisper, "You get to keep fucking me until it takes..."

You watch the way Michael's eyes widen before darkening, how his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip. You feel his hands reach to grip your hips tight, tugging until you're sat flush on his lap, his cock hardening underneath you.

"Oh..."

"Oh." Your grin only widens when you rock against him, his eyelids fluttering shut, eyelashes long against his cheeks at the feeling of you against him. It doesn't take much for him to become hard and hot between your thighs, already thinking of how it'll feel to sink in you again, to cum in you again until it takes, until you're finally carrying his baby. He can keep doing this a million times over, not a chore at all, maybe you're right...maybe this is a bright side, a silver lining.

"Cool, cool...fuck, baby, you trying to kill me?" You're kissing his neck, teeth nipping at his Adam's apple as he swallows, sucking hickeys under his jaw until his eyes are rolling as much as his hips, until he's gripping you so tight that you're going to have bruises.

"Not before you give me a baby, no."

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I just hope these next 4 years go by fast

This election isn't just about the next four years. With Trump in the White House and a Republican Senate at his side, the MAGA movement can pick up where they left off when it comes to packing the federal judiciary with right-wing judges who will control the Supreme Court and appellate courts throughout the country potentially for the rest of the lives of everyone reading this right now. It's the perfect recipe for them to continue stripping reproductive rights away from women nationwide and gives them the opportunity to turn their attention to the other issues that they have been dying to attack, from voting rights to gay marriage and every other extension of personal freedom that has been won by minorities and marginalized people in hard-fought battles over the past 60 years. This is the nightmare scenario that people have been warning folks about for the past few elections. It's here. And there isn't going to be a way to put the toothpaste back in the tube.

The consequences of this election will have a direct, negative impact on your life -- possibly on the entire remainder of your life. This country just re-elected a President with authoritarian tendencies who is the willing puppet of a dangerous Christian nationalist movement that figured out exactly how to manipulate him (through flattery) for their aims. They have created the perfect vehicle for a genuine cult of personality that they can use to achieve the goals they have been very clear about striving for over the past few years. And you can't blame anybody other than the American voters because they not only elected Trump, but they gave him a fucking mandate, with a Republican Senate and potentially a Republican House. They already have a right-wing dominated Supreme Court for the next few decades, and now they are going to ensure that the entire federal judiciary is in their control for years to come. And don't forget the fact that a few months ago, the Supreme Court handed down a decision that gave Presidents sweeping immunity for a broad (and conveniently undefined) range of "official" acts, so Trump is going to go into this second term knowing that not only does he not have to deal with the "guardrails" of responsible adults he had around him in his first term (Mattis, Tillerson, Kelly, General Milley, etc), but he knows he can get away with virtually anything and everything that he wants to do this time around. If you thought that Trump's first term was bad, just understand that they are prepared this time and now he's surrounded himself with people who will do his bidding -- people who are perfectly willing to let Trump be Donald Trump.

I wish there was a reason to cry foul, lodge protests, and challenge the election's results. But this wasn't a rigged election. There isn't any confusion about what the voters really wanted. The American people did this. People you know and care about and who say they care about you are the people who did this. We need to recognize that these elections aren't outliers anymore. Trump's supporters aren't simply chaos agents who got lucky on a bad day for the Democrats. That's the country we live in now and we have to find a way to resist it that actually makes a difference because now they have the keys to all the doors and all of the alarm codes. This country has normalized the conspiracy theories and nativism and racism that has powered the MAGA movement since the moment Trump came down the elevator at Trump Tower in 2015. He's given those people permission to be open with their hatred towards people who aren't like them, and it's actually become surprising to see how many Americans have been eager to take advantage of that. I didn't think I had any misconceptions about this country before Donald Trump because I recognized this nation's history, but I clearly had some misconceptions about people I thought I knew until I saw them wearing a red MAGA hat or noticed they had a gigantic flag with Trump's name hanging where their U.S. flag used to hang. Once that happened, it was like a switch went off with them and they started saying things in ways that I'd never heard them speak. I feel like that's happened to the entire country. It breaks my heart and it pisses me off.

For the past few years, I've been warning everybody about how elections have consequences. I imagine that there are hundreds of posts on this blog with that phrase in all caps listed with the tags. Now the elections have happened, and we have to live with real fucking consequences. And we're going to pass these consequences on to other generations because this is the one that you can't get a do-over on. When you give a movement like this the power and the mandate that this country just gave them, there is no easily rolling back the things that they end up doing. They are going to fundamentally change the lives of people in this nation and especially change the way the younger generations of Americans live and love and learn for years to come. And you have people in your life who made that happen. It's another disgusting day in America -- a prelude to another reprehensible four years (at the very least) -- and I'm ashamed of tens of millions of my fellow Americans because this one is on them. They know exactly who the man is that they voted for, and now we know exactly who they are, too.

#2024 Election #ELECTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES #These are the consequences #Election #Politics #Donald Trump #President Trump #Trump Administration #Presidency #Presidential Election #Presidential Campaign #Presidential Politics #Supreme Court #Judicial Branch #Federal Judiciary

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susiephone · 4 months ago

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i think part of why some people have a knee-jerk negative reaction to any attempt to understand the motives of fascists is because if you acknowledge that anyone can be radicalized, you have to acknowledge that anyone includes you.

we know humans are very, very suspect to groupthink, pack mentality, tribalism, and learned helplessness - an individual is smart and empathetic, a group is... not. but we also need to be in groups to survive, not just practically but emotionally. we generally don't do well on our own. so you see how this can lead to problems, especially if no one's working to keep their worst impulses in check.

i think a lot of people think they'd never fall into fascist thinking because of who they are, because they're good people, because they're built different - but it likely has more to do with who raised you, what social groups you spend your time with, how educated you are, how much exposure you got to other perspectives, and whether or not you were preyed on by someone with an agenda when you were vulnerable. it's the same with people who share that "you are not immune to propaganda" meme... while clearly thinking that they, themselves, are in fact immune to propaganda.

i don't mean to say that individuals hold no responsibility - your actions are your own, and ultimately it's up to you to not become your worst self. and it is definitely true that fascism appeals especially to people who were already bullies. but i do think we need to keep in mind why people become their worst selves, and how it is unfortunately very, very easy compared to the alternative.

anyway! if you want to learn more about how people become radicalized, i'd recommend:

Hey, Hun: Sales, Sisterhood, Supremacy, and the Other Lies Behind Multilevel Marketing by Emily Lynn Paulson (okay okay I know saying multilevel marketing companies are in any way comparable to fascism is a bit much - but the book does a great job illustrating how someone smart and empathetic, someone who by all rights should "know better" can get sucked into a cult-like environment, and why they might stick around even after realizing the situation is fucked. the book also examines the relationship between these companies and the american right.)

You're Wrong About: "Losing Your Relatives to Fox News" (does a great job explaining why people who have been radicalized are so resistant to learning any information that contradicts their worldview)

A Bit Fruity: "How Did Elon Musk Get Like This?" (has a really comprehensive timeline of Elon's journey down the alt-right pipeline)

Hype: How Scammers, Grifters, and Con Artists Are Taking Over the Internet--And Why We're Following by Gabrielle Bluestone (specifically talks about the spread of false information and scams on the internet, and touches on how this can lead to radicalization)

Who's Afraid of Gender? by Judith Butler (talks about the "anti-gender" movement, and how the movement can operate despite - or because of - all the contradictions in its messaging, and how it picks up new members)

TikTok vs Democracy (just the entire video, but there's an especially chilling bit near the end where it's demonstrated exactly how easy it is to slip into fascist rhetoric without even realizing it)

Girl Math & Girl Power: The Conservative Politics of 'Girl World' (examines the "I'm just a girl!!!" thing through the lens of its connections to conservative ideology and the tradwife thing)

White Supremacists and the Tradwives Who Love Them and its sequel 'Oppressed' by Choice: Tradwives Against Feminism (a deep dive into the tradwife movement and its intersection with white supremacy and other fascist ideology)

A Man Plagiarized My Work: Women, Money, and the Nation (a deep dive into how women's work has always been undervalued, and the reason some women are drawn to fascism)

A Bit Fruity: "How Conservatism Infiltrated Pop Culture" (an examination into why so many young people are attracted to the alt-right, and how the fuck we got here)

A Bit Fruity: "The Crunchy to Far Right Pipeline" (a deep dive into how people who consider themselves liberal and progressive can still fall down the alt-right pipeline)

there are loads more resources, so please share them in the comments!!

#politics cw

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pluviatrix · 6 months ago

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helloooo do you have any tips for writing a character with a southern accent? i don't really have a specific area in mind but i Am asking because i'm writing the hero of twilight lol. is there any general slang or word variations i should use in his dialogue?

YES !!!!!!!!!

(prepare for yapping)

i have been WAITING for this one. sat up in my chair and rubbed my hands together like a fly. so often i have read things where people have clearly never been in two feet of a cow or a fried oreo and i will do everthing in my power to avoid that. letsgo

FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS: what kind of southern accent are we considering here?

southern accents and dialects are incredibly diverse along geographic, ethnic, and socioeconomic lines. but, in my anecdotal experience, there are two accent 'types:' a drawl, and a twang. i don't personally hear a drawl a lot where i'm from so i can't totally advise on this one.

a twang is, well, twangy. it's quicker and sharper. IMHO my accent (which is not strictly southern but very very related to appalachian accents) falls in here, and since I give twi an appalachian accent, that's what i'm gonna be referencing lol

(there are some broader characteristics to a character's speech that will flag them as southern, but some of these are specific to me)

a lot of people do not like accents written out phonetically (like, for example, see the points two points below) so that might be something to consider.

i am an editor by trade but just on instinct i find myself struggling with (standard english) verb-noun agreement. i catch myself writing stuff like "they was" and "we was". I don't tend to see "i were" i think that's more an across-the-pond thing, but correct me if i'm wrong anyone.

words will mash together so easy. there's stuff like: jeet (did you eat). wouldna (wouldn't have.) gonna. hafta. wanna. it's about efficiency.

i cannot remember the last time i said the final consonant of contractions or -ing verbs. i am allergic to g's and i am allergic to t's. don. walkin. doin. talkin. some people put apostrophes where the missing letters are and personally that drives me crazy but it's honestly just a matter of taste.

i see people changing and to an'. yes that's how it sounds. i sometimes turn 'of' into 'a' in dialogue so i'm not immune. keep in mind just how much abbreviating you're doing cuz sometimes i gotta decode dialogue between all the abbreviations. it's written, not heard.

ain't, naturally. runner-up: cain't.

someone's gonna tell you that y'all is the be-all end-all of the southern/appalachian plural you. WRONG. consider her sister: the appalachian yunz/yinz, underappreciated, ignored, so sad.

double negatives. TRIPLE NEGATIVES. "You ain't never"

this is more of a twang-type accent characteristic. (note: 'of' is often ommited in phrases like 'more of a.') z-sounds like "wasn't" turn into "wudn't," but for those who don't like writing dialectic speech phonetically this is not necessary

another characteristic of this accent i write twi with is that sometimes words just fully get dropped. certain constructions of verbal clauses using present perfect tense drop the modal completely. i call this the have-drop just in my own head cuz it happens the most with "have been" sentences, where "have" is just removed.

same with above, the standard english sentence is, "The car needs to be washed." i have never said that ever in my life. It's "The car needs washed." It's a holdover from Scots-Irish english.

VERY IMPORTANT: even with all of this, if you don't get the word choice right, or the melody, or the sayings, it's not gonna sound right. I can't really summarize this so I'm gonna use examples from my own writing for clarity.

"i seen" and "they got" and "em"

not sure if this is a southernism. but certain verbs -- something keeps, someone is wallerin all over you (like. smothering you and in your business and not leaving you alone. children and dogs do this) -- kind of ping the sensor imho.

"bubba," "i done told you," "don't be ugly," "have a conniption," "bless your heart," "ornery," that's kind of what i'm talking about. honestly i'm pulling a blank on wild appalachianisms my family say but like, inserting any of these is gonna make your dialogue sound real ... real.

my grandma's told me she's "down in her back," i've missed something so close to my face "if it were a snake it woulda bit me," we "love her to death, but..", we're "praying for him," my mother's nose is upturned so she's "gonna drown in the rain". they can get real fun and real silly.

important bits:

christ if i hear one more time that bless your heart is an insult i'm gonna have a conniption (lol). it is NOT. it certainly can be. it can be passive aggressive. but that's like, one use. it's pity, it's sympathy, it's humor, it's commiserating. if a kid has a big bruise and his mother's telling you that he fell down some stairs at school you gasp and say bless his heart. that's what i mean. and also you can use it to insult somebody with the art of the implied insult of course.

don't be ugly doesn't mean you're ugly. it means you're making a scene or you're being cruel or you're not obeying your mother.

it's about being emphatic !!

it can also be dependent on who you're around. people's accents can be thicker back home and around family and friends and stuff and sometimes it can just be a little twist on a vowel or two!

lastly: have fun. these are not hard and fast. these are silly. this is just my experience. i fully encourage anybody from anywhere else in the south or in the appalachians or her sister regions to weigh in as well.

#writing #linked universe #ask #also this is common more so with older people but i hear “what” substituted for “that”

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cultkinkcoven · 16 days ago

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TW: NSFW- EXPLICIT MENTION AND CONVERSATION ABOUT EXTREMELY CONTROVERSIAL SUBJECT MATTER INCLUDING: Incest, Pedophilia and pedophilic tendencies, mental health and disorders, fetish psychology, and mention of sexual assault. Minors DNI.

Saw this post on Instagram earlier and got into a heated argument in the comment section so now I’m going to rant.

A thing that Lord Lucifer really helped me understand and come to terms with is the reality that humanity is not simple, sanitary, or inherently morally based, and that accepting that truth is the key to reducing and dismantling the real most horrible aspects of humanity.

I’m gonna say something controversial.

People who have problematic, unethical and illegal fetishes, kinks and, fixations deserve space and empathy. The reason why our society and species has had such a heinous problem with things like pedophilia is because we as a people do not know how to determine the reasons why something is actually wrong. We cannot properly evaluate real world tangible harm so we apply morality like an arbitrary rule. “It’s bad because it’s bad” and not “it’s bad because these are the real world negative consequences of this behaviour.” Therefore, we do not properly know how to handle the immense nuance behind these things.

Lord Lucifer is the devil, he is the king of hell. He is the patron to the degenerate, the freak, and those people who you hate most in the world. Child rapists, murderers, abusers. It is Lucifer’s responsibility to manage and even at times protect these people, yes.

And that’s probably extremely uncomfortable to hear for most Luciferians, because we are all so concerned with consent, and the idea that Lucifer would ever show any regard to a rapist is almost blasphemous. But it’s true, he will, and it took me a long time to truly understand why.

Our society is incredibly dishonest. It is dishonest about human nature and it is heinously dishonest about the sheer number of people who have problematic and unethical fantasies and fixations. I am willing to argue that the number of people who have at least one deeply taboo (and I mean the ones you hate, I mean incest etc) fantasy is far far higher than our society would even like to acknowledge. And the number of people who have these deeply internalized fantasies and never ever tell another soul or ever indulge in it is massive. Huge, bigger than you think. The culture of shame and villainization of all people who even dabble near the realm of these subjects not only encourages secrecy and isolation, but is directly responsible for the escalation of these things into genuine abuse.

How many times have you heard someone say they would kill a pedophile, that all pedophiles deserve to burn in hell? I’m not saying that’s a bad stance to have, what I am saying though, is that if you yourself are someone who is dealing with an uncontrollable and involuntary fetish, and you are genuinely terrified of being that monster, you are going to not only hate yourself, you are never going to get into a place where you can learn how to unequivocally trust yourself.

Am I justifying pedophilia rape and incest? No.

Am I saying these things are okay to normalize? No.

Am I saying that rapists and abusers should inherently be given some immunity or forgiveness? Absolutely not.

What people really don’t understand about fetish psychology and paraphilia is that these things are not voluntary. Some people are literally born with the insatiable desire to drink piss and eat guts. They are often times genetic or directly caused by childhood trauma, trauma that is of no fault of the victim.

I think it’s incredibly important to acknowledge that fantasies are often highly informed by intrusive thoughts. Just because something is desired hypothetically does not mean it is desired in reality. I have a monster fucker kink, I have absolutely no interest in actually having sex with anything other than a human being (and my God but dont think ab that). I have a tentacle kink, I would fucking kill myself if an octopus touched me in real life.

I’ll explicitly say that I myself do not have any fantasies about children, or the concept of rape or incest. I’m not saying this because I don’t want you to think I’m a bad guy, I have kinks that some would consider to be problematic. I’m saying this so you understand that I am not speaking from a perspective of personal experience, so do not take my word as gospel. I can’t speak for pedophiles, I can only empathize with them.

Lord Lucifer has asked me many times, “and what if you were a pedophile? And what if you were genuinely aroused by rape? Then what? What do you do? Castrate yourself?”

If I was in fact one of these people, wouldn’t I absolutely hate myself? Wouldn’t I be tortured by the fear that I myself am that monster? Yes.

One of the most disgusting and guilty feelings in the entire world is having the disturbing realization that your brain has internalized something traumatizing and mixed it with genuine arousal and fixation. There are few things more terrible than realizing that the abuse you suffered permanently changed you. It made you, with no permission by you, different. And you will now have to deal with that for the rest of your life. Because someone else took advantage of you, your brain now understands arousal differently. And that is not your fault.

Unfortunately though, it doesn’t make your fixation any less illegal or morally questionable. It doesn’t make you immune to the consequences of your actions. Most abusers start out as victims themselves. The insanely huge fear of doing to others what has been done to you is devistating.

This is why I say that people who have problematic, unethical and illegal fetishes, kinks and, fixations deserve space and empathy. We cannot apply moral stances on human psychology and thought.

Are you a morally bad person because your brain has an unnatural fixation with the idea of touching a child? My answer is no. My answer is you only become a morally bad person when you allow your fixation to override your morals and capacity for empathy.

I think that’s the key here. We talk so much about humans being good or bad. The truth is that the goodness of humanity is not about your desires, you can very much have the instinct and urge, we are animals at the end of the day. The thing that makes humanity good and intelligent is our ability to understand our most primal and animalistic desires and still make the active choice to not give into them because you understand that it would harm someone else. That’s it. The goodness of humanity is determined not by our primal instincts but by our ability to rise above them.

It is commonly argued that engaging in fantasy scenarios will always increase a person’s likelihood to create victims, and I can’t express enough how incorrect that is. The kink community was not just created so people could bump uglies. The kink community is highly influenced and incorporates psychology and psychological healing. It is people who know and accept that they are different, perhaps maybe even damaged, and go out of their way to only interact with other people who are just as atypical and consenting. I genuinely despise the argument that people who engage in kink, in CNC, are looking to create victims and cause real harm. Because these people are going to the most extreme lengths to avoid causing harm by all means possible. Getting together in secret by highly regulated clubs to only engage with people who want to- or need to- be engaged with.

This comes back to the thing about harm. What is the difference between choking your gf during sex and choking a stranger on the street? Why can I slap my bfs ass and that not be considered battery? Why is it okay for him to tie me up and restrain me? Why is professional boxing not illegal? Why are all MMA fighters not considered violent abusers?

It is not the act of hitting, of tightening your fingers around someone’s neck, of biting, that is morally wrong. It is the lack of consent and agency. It is the real world harm caused to unwilling participants that is wrong. Not the slap, not the bite, not the sex.

What about things that are more complicated, like incest for example? Well, what is it about incest that is bad? It causes real world negative affects on children who are coerced into it. It can cause terrible genetic deformities that lead to suffering. It creates an unhealthy dynamic within a family. Seems pretty obvious.

An adult woman who is coping with trauma engaging in consensual sex with an adult man who is not her biological father but is willing to act like he is does not commit any of the real world forms of harm we determined. So does that make it right and okay? I don’t know. I am not of the authority to determine that. At that point it is none of my business. I will never know what that woman is going through, I will never have to deal with having that fixation, and her way of coping will not harm me or others. So it isn’t right or wrong. It isn’t morally anything. It is a conversation between her and herself and her partner.

If a man wants to draw images of an anime girl getting fucked, I’m not going to be friends with that man. I think he’s gross, the idea of what he’s doing makes me sick. I don’t want to see that shit and if I do I’m going to remove myself from it.

But yes, I know this is really gross and terrible to accept but YES. There are dark and dingy corners of the internet where fucked up people get together and discuss and fantasize about fucked up things. And I think they should be allowed to have that. I don’t think there is anyone who is of a high enough authority to stop humans from doing that, we have always been doing this. Should these people be given free range to create victims? NO. But engaging in dialogue on the internet with other consenting adults does not create more tangible harm. Yes, I truly do believe that doomed people should be able to find comfort in each other. They’re occupying eachother so we all don’t have to deal with them and see that. I consider that a service.

Weird fetish hentai is not the same as actual CP. I cannot emphasize this enough. People don’t understand that pedophilia is a mental disorder, it has a specific set of criteria. Being aroused by hypothetical, fake scenarios and dynamics of exaggerated and not real illustrations is not inherently pedophilic nor does it mean you are overtly attracted to children. Genuinely abusive content created by real abusers is not fantasy content and I assure you, you have not seen it. Like I really need to emphasize that real abusers, people who display genuine predatory behaviour are not posting r34 drawings on twitter. They are engaging in circles you don’t even have access to with content that would make you sick for days. And again, I am not defending the existence of genuinely abusive content and snuff. Because so many people don’t know what this content actually looks like, they assume a drawing of an anime girl is it, and it’s really really not.

And again, I’m not saying that you should totally draw a 12 year old’s boobs. I’m saying that we need to stop delegitimizing and inaccurately naming things as pedophilic behaviours or content when they really aren’t, because it waters down and misrepresents real instances of pedophilic content. The “engaging in extreme content increases your likelihood of creating victims” sentiment has been taken so so wildly out of context it hurts. When professionals say this, they are not talking about the content you have seen, my friends.

“But it contributes to the overall presence of this content online!”

Do yourself a favor right now. Accept, genuinely accept that this content has always existed and will continue to exist. There will never be a world where we completely irradiate this content because these fetishes fixations and desires will always exist within humanity. Terrible, right? Yes. Stay away from it. Do what you can to reduce harm when you see it, listen to victims, and stay away from it.

Individual sex workers are not massive porn producing conglomerates. Shaming small sex workers for the corruption within the larger porn industry is like shaming the folks at your local farmer’s market for the harm caused by massive grocery store conglomerates. Am I going to say it’s right or okay for a woman to create fetish content for other freaks to get off to? No. I’m not going to touch that with a 10 foot pole. And as long as they don’t touch anyone who doesn’t want to be touched, it is of no concern to me.

Cocaine is not good for you. I wouldn’t use cocaine. If my friend had a cocaine addiction I would do everything within my power to help them. Alcohol is less dangerous than cocaine but it can still kill you. Engaging with drugs recklessly can cause a great amount of harm to a great amount of people. However, I would not lecture my friend for using drugs, nor would I shame them for using cocaine. I myself use drugs, drugs that I personally think are okay for me. A straight edge would say I am just another addict. Why is weed more acceptable than alcohol? The goal should be to avoid using all drugs in general right?

Well I have a chronic nervous system disorder. Weed is literally medicine for me, it is a drug that is less expensive than other prescription meds and helps me function in my daily life. I would love to be sober, I would love to not need substances to get through the day. But life is not ideal, I am going to continue using in a safe and non harmful way, and so long as I don’t forget myself, so long as I have supportive people around to keep an eye on me, I can continue doing this for as long as I need to.

“But people use the kink community and trauma as an excuse to rape and abuse people!”

Yes, they definitely do. People also use things like trauma and parties as an excuse to indulge in an addiction. There is such a thing as safe and ethical play, safe and ethical porn, safe and ethical use. Yes, many people aren’t playing safely. But if you treat the entire population of users as if they are corrupt, you end up persecuting the innocent as well.

“So you think doing heroin should be legal?”

…. yes… actually. Yes I do. Not because we should all just be able to have as much heroin as we want. No. Because criminalizing the use of substances (not the sale and mass production, I still think that should be illegal , although there is nuance there too) doesn’t actually solve any of our problems, it hides them away in a box. Yes prison can force users to get clean temporarily but it does not heal the wound. It doesn’t replace the coping mechanism with something healthy, it rips the coping mechanism away. When inmates get out they usually go right back to it. They weren’t given an alternative and they don’t know anything else.

If we stopped this culture of shame and hiding, I think the rates of addiction would drop exponentially. Why? Because your friend is honest about drinking alcohol. They’re not insanely ashamed to tell you they want a drink. And you’re not super uncomfortable telling them “woah man, you’ve had enough let’s get you home.” There is no need to hide because we all know we like to have a drink sometimes.

It should absolutely be illegal to rape a child or anyone for that matter. Full stop, that’s not debatable at all. But no, I do not think it should be necessarily illegal to engage in age play with a consenting adult. Is it okay? I don’t know. Do I think it’s cool? No actually I hate it. Would it make me throw up if I saw it? Absolutely. So I’m going to mind my business and look the other way because I don’t want to see that. But no, I don’t think my disgust should prevent two adults from connecting with each other on their own terms. My opinion is irrelevant and my disgust is no one’s responsibility to deal with but my own.

I’m not saying we should normalize unethical sexual dynamics. Far from it. These things are niche and alternative because they are not normal. I’m saying that we will never get over this thing if we keep telling people they deserve to die. We’re never going to get anywhere or find ways to actually help these people if we cannot even look them in the eye.

My work with Lord Lucifer has taught me how to look even the worst pieces of fucking shit in the eye. To come at them with understanding that they are still a person. No you are not some monster, you are a human being. You made bad and selfish decisions. I cannot speak to the morality of your most primal thoughts and desires, but I can speak to your actions.

When I say that I genuinely embrace and cherish freaks, I mean that shit. Not just the freaks that are easy to accept. I hate and do not tolerate abusers, but not all freaks are abusers. Until we are able to approach even the most fucked up freaks as people, we will never ever reach a place where we can seek collective healing. We will only continue to perpetuate these cycles of abuse, isolation and silencing victims. And those very same victims will become the very abusers they feared.

It doesn’t solve anything.

Is it definitely okay to get off to age play? No. It is not definitely morally anything unless it is causing real world harm. Full stop. The last line is the key here. Stop applying moral judgements on primal human psychology. It is not morally right or wrong for someone to cope with a condition in a safe and non harmful way. It's uncomfortable, and that's okay. It's supposed to be uncomfortable because it is not normal. We're allowed to say it's uncomfortable, gross and even weird as fuck.

But no, it is not wrong, nor is it right. It simply is what it is, and unless someone is being harmed it will continue to be what it is.

#lucifer devotee #lucifer deity #thoughts #demonolatry #theistic satanism #theistic luciferianism #lord lucifer #rant

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cursedonyx · 1 year ago

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Sebastian and Ominis Headcanons

Sebastian

✧ Adores chocolate to the point it’s almost comical. His absolute favourite is Honeydukes Best Chocolate (which in my mind tastes like a Hotel Chocolat’s milk chocolate with just a hint of caramel and vanilla), but he’s happy with any chocolate except really dark chocolate. Anything above 80% and he’ll turn his nose up at it. Left to his own devices with free reign at night in Honeydukes, you’d find him in the morning in a sugar coma with his tummy almost bursting his shirt buttons, his face covered in chocolate stains and looking about as happy as it’s possible to look.

✧ He’s got rotten hay fever and may occasionally make use of the bubblehead charm when the pollen count’s high. He doesn’t care if people laugh and is happy to explain why – this led to a lot of students capable of using the charm imitating him if they have hay fever.

✧ Loves cats but adores dogs, particularly if they’re big and dopey, like Labradors or Great Danes. He’s not particularly fond of small, yappy dogs like Jack Russells, which is the complete opposite of his twin.

✧ He’s got an immune system like a tank and will shake off most colds and tummy bugs with relative ease, but when he gets poorly, he gets really poorly. Even so, he’ll try and pretend that nothing’s wrong, even when he’s white as a sheet and sweating, barely able to stand. Ominis has had to knock him out and levitate him to the Hospital Wing on more than one occasion to get him to accept help.

✧ On that note, he absolutely refuses any kind of help unless it’s on behalf of someone else. He’s happy to accept help when he’s searching for a cure for Anne, but if he’s struggling with an essay, confused about his feelings for someone, or just needs to process something, he won’t ask for help, and tries to play it off as him just having an off day.

✧ Sebastian thinks fart jokes are hilarious. The whoopee cushion was invented in the 1930s, and Sebastian was a menace with the damn thing. Think Leslie Neilsen bringing a fart machine to interviews.

✧ Sebastian is a proper summer baby and loves being outside in the sunshine. He loves the excuse to splash about in streams or go swimming, and has tried to teach Ominis how to swim. Sadly, Ominis isn’t keen on the idea as he can’t tell where anything is in the water.

✧ Sebastian’s temper is like a firecracker; quick to spark, quick to explode, and just as quick to go out. He doesn’t forgive easily, especially if the person who’s annoyed him has deliberately tried to hurt him or someone he loves, but he doesn’t tend to hold grudges. Unless it's serious, if he can’t get revenge in a week or two, he tends to move on from the idea though that doesn’t mean he won’t hate the person for a time.

✧ Sebastian’s opinions of people always start out neutral, and they can be swayed positively or negatively through a variety of factors. Lots of little positive things can be overshadowed by one huge negative, but it takes a lot more effort to change his negative opinion to a positive one.

✧ He eats anything and everything. He’s got a big appetite and tends to consume food at a rate that would shame a graphorn. If he didn’t have so much nervous energy, he’d probably end up a little porky.

✧ His boggart would be Anne’s corpse. If Anne is cured, or he has to spend any time in Azkaban, this changes to a dementor.

✧ His animagus form and patronus would be a fox without a doubt – his colouring would be browner than most foxes and mottled with darker ‘freckles’ all down his back and tail. His favourite part about being an animagus is having a tail.

Ominis

✧ Doesn’t like sweets, and particularly loathes chocolate, much to Sebastian’s horror. This is due to his upbringing and a particular trauma around his parents trying to cure his blindness then forcing him to eat chocolate as a ‘reward,’ no matter how much he didn’t want to, and he was shouted at until he ate it. Consuming something chocolatey will bring back those memories, so he avoids it where possible.

✧ He absolutely adores tiny summer strawberries though, and he will actively seek them out. They’re very hard for him to find by himself and he usually gets a bit down if he can’t find any, so if you go foraging and present him with a punnet, there’s a pretty strong chance he’ll fall in love with you.

✧ Has no allergies, but gets poorly relatively easily. If there’s a cold going about Hogwarts, you can bet that Ominis will catch it if he’s not patient zero. He’s like an illness magnet in that way. Similarly to Sebastian, he won’t complain about it unless he’s in a romantic relationship, then all he’ll do is whine because he knows his partner will make a big fuss of him and look after him the way his family never did. He’s a sucker for being pampered.

✧ Ominis has a bit of a sensitive tummy, and he tends to stick to foods he knows are safe. He’s happy to try new foods, but he prefers to try them in very small amounts to minimise the risk of upsetting his stomach.

✧ Ominis gets hilariously embarrassed around toilet humour, and for the most part pretends that people don’t go to the bathroom. If it comes up in conversation, he either won’t engage and pretend it’s not happening, or he’ll change the subject at the first opportunity.

✧ He’s a cat magnet, and even the most aloof or grumpy cats will be happy to curl up in his lap. They love finding Ominis during one of his naps, and unless he’s in his dorm or the Undercroft, he’ll wake up in a puddle of cats. He finds them very comforting.

✧ He adores snakes and longs to have one as a pet, but after an incident when he was seven involving a snake he made friends with that he called Daisy, and his brother Marvolo, he’s absolutely terrified of making friends with another one, just in case Marvolo does what he did again (Considering doing a very angsty and painful short fic of this idea, but it’s pretty unpleasant so I’m in two minds).

✧ Hates being cold, but suffers terribly in the heat. UK summers are horribly humid, and he can’t stand it. A dryer summer heat like the South of France is the only kind he can tolerate, and he’s grateful the Slytherin common room is in the dungeons, so at least he can still sleep in the summer. Otherwise, he will complain constantly about how hot it is.

✧ Ominis is a filthy gossip. Any kind of rumour and he’ll hear about it and spread it with relish, especially if it’s about someone that’s wronged him in the past. Even without this, he loves to gossip about absolutely anything, and those that know will often seek him out to ask if rumours are true. He wields this small power with satisfaction, especially as it means he’s able to field any rumours about his friends and turn attention to other things going about the castle.

✧ Ominis has a long memory and a fertile imagination. Though his patience for shenanigans is short, it’s unending when it comes to plotting revenge. If you wrong the Prince of Snakes, you better be on your guard for the rest of your life. He will not forget, and the punishment will always fit the crime. Unless of course he hates the person in question or is protecting his loved ones, then you can expect Ominis to go scorched earth in order to get revenge.

✧ Ominis’ boggart doesn’t have a physical form, but it takes on the sound of hissing snakes. To the casual observer, they’d think he was frightened of snakes, and Ominis is perfectly happy to let people think that. In actuality, it’s his family speaking to him in Parseltongue, reminding him of his worst experiences of home and threatening to take him away from his friends, forcing him to live with them and bow to their ways.

✧ Ominis has a healthy dose of fear of his parents, but he’s absolutely terrified of Marvolo. Marvolo bullied him relentlessly when they were young, and once Noctua went missing, it only got worse, and their parents never discouraged it, claiming it would help Ominis build character. Marvolo is the person Ominis nightmares about the most.

✧ Ominis’ patronus and animagus form is a serpent, but contrary to typical animagi/patronuses, which tend to mimic each other, Ominis’ patronus is an enormous snake, similar to an anaconda, while his animagus form is more similar to a ball python, pale gold in colour with darker scales that mimic his beauty marks.

Masterlist

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy headcanons #sebastian sallow headcanons #ominis gaunt headcanons

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dandysworldhcs · 3 months ago

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Various Rodger HC's!!

Rodger is selectively mute, in situations where he gets overwhelmed (in a negative OR positive way) he just goes silent and prefers to just express himself far more via eye emotes and body movement. Toodles made him little cards for if he has something to say in one of these states that's a little more complicated to pantomime.

On the opposite end of the verbal spectrum, I feel like he'd monologue to himself a lot while working. Like that cartoon bit of Noir-style episodes where the 'detective' starts yapping out loud about what they're thinking, and then background characters ask why they're monologuing.

^^^ — I think he'd especially do this when doing little activities with kids at Gardenview that I imagine would be like. Murder mysteries, basically, and then the monologuing would both be for his own habit and to kind of nudge kids into the right direction of what evidence they have and who or what it points to so far.

^^^ — Murder mystery events are entirely unscripted besides Rodger being the detective and whoever was the 'victim' - it was a lot of improv on Rodger's part, and based on what he comes up with on the spot, any Toon could be roped into it without warning (Toodles was a common one to be roped into an event! She learned a lot of improv from Rodger so she knows how to play along with it).

Rodger snooped in the humans' business A LOT. He'd try to follow them out of Gardenview, go digging through files when they weren't around, etc. He's one of the more mature-seeming Toons but he is not immune to dastardly deeds and being a gremlin when he wants to be. Look at the poster he has with Goob, Boxten, and RnD and tell me that man wouldn't be a little bit mischievous. Because of this, he knew a lot of stuff that the other Toons (besides MAYBE the Mains) didn't know - at some point just to hopefully satisfy his curiosity and make him snoop less, Arthur and Delilah would let him tag along with stuff that the employees, Handlers, and Arthur were doing. On a few rare occasions he actually was allowed to leave Gardenview with one of the Handlers + Mains on errands.

(I HC that the Toons were normally not allowed to leave unless it was for a few specific events at other locations. Mains were sometimes allowed to leave with Handlers on errands, so Rodger basically got Very Limited Main Privileges ™️)

~~(Parentheses Anon)

these are so cool.im cheering I LOVE THE IDEA OF RODGER MAKING LITTLE MURDER MYSTERIES [OR MYSTERIES IN GENERAL] FOR THE KIDS THAT VISIT GARDENVIEW this is so awesomes

#🔒mod lockstep🐾#(parentheses anon)#dandys world #dw #dandys world headcanon #headcanons #dw headcanon #headcanon #anon ask #ask #dandys world headcanons #dandys world rodger #rodger dandys world #dw rodger #rodger dw

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elowhinn · 5 months ago

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OOO!!

Just read your Anti-Magic Reader and I wonder how Malleus's magic would react to the anti magic. Like he's the 5th? strongest mage. Could Reader cancel his magic immediately or would reader need to work their way up to cancelling out Malleus's magic or would reader only be able to partially cancel out such strong magic?

Would there be any backlash from the Anti-Magic to Reader and over-blotted students ? 👀

Can Reader cancel out potions if they end up consuming them? or would that be some sort of loop whole? (I'm just laughing at the imagery of an ever growing frustrated Vil if reader ends up immune to every potion he brews lol)

The Anti magic may be helpful for avoiding some opportunistic Yans but there is also a big negative, if reader gets hurt, magic might not be able to heal any grievous injuries... 👀

I have many questions and theories building up lol

hehehehehhhhe i love this ask ( im also so sorry for the late reply ive been putting off logging into tumblr for awhile because, laziness. )

If i may go on a scientific(?) tangent- considering in the ol' ancient days of human history when people from other continents go to another continent there's a tendency for them to either bring disease, or get disease

AND that got me thinking, considering yuu/mc isn't from the Twisted wonderland world itself, I'd imagine magic to be some sort of disease to yuu/mc and her body would create anti-bodies to not be infected by the magic/disease that or some weird magic doo-hickey gives em' the plot armor

scientifical tangent over: time to answer the ask itself

If it were from the start yuu/mc wouldn't have that much of a resistance to magic... yet, so in terms of cancelling out Malleus's magic- it'd be a small build up :D, as you said the dude is one of the fifth most powerful mages in the world in yuu/mc being that op in such a foreign world at the start? (Probably but huhu.. feels a bit unrealistic... I mean this is a fantasy setting already... ) but I'd imagine as the more overblots mc faces the anti-magic barrier around her and in her would strengthen and increase in size ( a walking Riddle's UM )

I'm still working on the idea of what exactly would happen with anti-magic yuu/mc during the overblots tho so :,)

Drinking any sort of potion would basically be a flavored drink, carbonated water typa feel, but basically no effect, and considering Vil is very adept in potion making... while not conventional, real poisons without magic infused would also do the same effect, no? :)

And you're right on that part huhu, let's say mc gets a rather nasty wound- or gets into an actual deadly accident- magic spells, potions, elixirs, all of the sorts wouldn't work; but this is also a chance for yans to get an opportunity to swoop in and take care of mc physically, nursing her back to health ( with a price of course, ) totally not looking at a few characters rn ( guess who /j )

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland

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thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli · 6 months ago

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What a Lovely Way to Burn~

La Squadra x femme fatale!reader

MDNI

Content: Poly, Mother used as a nickname for reader, slight mommy kink for Melone, suggestive, casual relationships, implied sexual content, canon-typical violence

Intro

Part 1:

-relationships with each member-

“When you put your arms around me

I get a Fever that’s so hard to bear”

They’re your only companions at this point. The only human connection you get is through them, hence why you’re pretty physically affectionate with them. The only hands ever allowed to touch you are the ones that belong to your assassin co-workers.

-Formaggio calls you “Lil Mama”, a nod to his stand ability and your nickname as a founding member of the team. And he thinks he’s funny. “I said I’d take care of it, so relaaaax lil Mama~”

So cheeky…he purposely uses it when you’re in a bad mood too, just to irritate you further. He does actually respect you, but he’s always got a laid back and comfortable demeanor around you. You guys aren’t in any sort of official romantic relationship, but also a bit too cozy to be friends. You’re comfortable with him touching you, his lap is the perfect size for you and you’re happy to joke around with him since there is a level of trust between you. Sometimes when you get cold, instead of asking for a jacket you’ll let Formaggio very gently prick you with his stand and slip you into his shirt pocket instead. You both think it’s funny.

Sometimes you’ll stay at his place, or him at yours. He’s the guy you most frequently borrow clothes from, since he has the most normal wardrobe out of the group, and you like how large and casual most of his shirts are.

He’s one of the guys you’re happier to go out with, since beyond his sadism in his private life, he’s social and easy to get along with, and doesn’t usually cause trouble in public like some of the other boys might.

-Illuso uses “Mom”, and occasionally “Big mama” when he wants to be playful with you. He just rubs you the wrong way, he feels even cockier than the others, and no matter how often you humble or correct him he never learns and always keeps that smug smirk on his face. How often do you have to threaten to light his nice hair on fire before he learns to LISTEN?!

You know he wants your attention. Of course you’re part of the same team so you’d never go so far as to actually wish for any permanent harm to befall him (unless he was really, REALLY asking for it), but he’s at the bottom of the list of favorite co-workers. He’s the only member of the team strictly not permitted to touch you. You do not find him pleasant or enjoyable company at all, and Risotto knows to not send the two of you on missions alone, lest you finally snap and stick your flamethrower down Illuso’s throat. Though sometimes it’s a bit of a fun game to deny him the pleasure of a reaction. His turn to get annoyed when you just dismiss him instead of getting angry.

You’re beginning to realize he likes any type of attention, no matter if it’s positive or negative.

-Prosciutto: Considering how he often he uses “mammoni” as an insult, it’s not surprising he doesn’t use a variation of “Mother” as a nickname for you. He’d look like a Hypocrite and he would NEVER hear the end of it. He has a reputation as one of the meaner members of the team, so when he does decide to use it, it’ll be with a negative connotation. He tries to rein it in around you, but you’re not immune to his snarky comments and general rudeness. He likes when you’re tougher on some of the more unruly members of the team, like Melone and Ghiaccio…but he wishes you’d keep them all on a tighter leash. He considers himself responsible for teaching Pesci, so you need to stay on top of all the more experienced members. You’re too nice to the ones that don’t directly annoy you, even when they make fools of themselves. You in turn don’t know where he gets off telling you how to lead as second-in-command.

The two of you have a sort of rivalry. It might even be subconscious, but you think he believes deep down that HE should be the second-in-command, and not you. You do enjoy a good debate with him, he’s cute when he’s all pissed off at you, trying to correct your leadership style or whatever you’ve done that upset him this time. Often these arguments end in angry make out sessions, his grumbling still audible even while he’s definitely enjoying your lips passionately pressed against his.

He shuts up for a minute afterwards, suddenly at a loss for words…but he’ll inevitably complain about the lipstick stains you left all over him.

There always seems to be Some Sort of tension between the two of you.

He’s too rough, you don’t love when he touches you since he holds you too tight or comes off way too aggressive when he tries to invite you on a date.

You will be physically affectionate with him, but only when you’re either upset with your more preferred partners, or they’re not there at the moment.

He’s frustrating to deal with, so you’d never tell him how comfortable he is to snuggle with. He’s a bit tense, but his chest is almost always exposed, and super fun to rest your head against.

-Pesci: Of course you’re nicer to Pesci, he’s got a much more tolerable personality than the rest of La Squadra. Calls you “Mama L/n” like it’s actually a title, with time you’re able to convince him he has permission to use your first name instead. As much as you don’t love Prosciutto’s “tough love”, you know he has a point about how Pesci needs to toughen up to keep up with the rest of La Squadra.

But, well…a part of you likes that he’s the only one who doesn’t just kill without hesitation when someone superior snapped their fingers.

Though he’s a little Too timid most of the time for you to have fun with him. But you know he can get serious when a scenario calls for it.

Pesci has a lot of respect for you, as you’re a senior member of the team, and your tough but fair personality when you dealt with him.

Of course the others notice you’re kinder to Pesci than them, but they’d really be stupid if they didn’t see you just found his personality easier to get along with.

You often went on missions with Prosciutto and Pesci, not with the intent to protect the younger brother from his much too harsh older brother; you know Pesci is much tougher than even he knows. You actually go along to supervise the elder brother and that indiscriminately destructive stand.

Pesci is free to touch you, but he pretty much never initiates. It doesn’t help that someone seems to have told him you’re only being nice to him as a joke. What an asshole…you’re guessing it’s Illuso or Melone being jealous but it would be much more productive to just try and communicate with Pesci than beating up whoever’s trying to start some drama.

-Melone: GOD Melone gets on your nerves, of course he’s weird about you. It doesn’t matter how often you kick his ass or scream at him either because he LIKES it.

You still remember the first time he begged you to let him use his stand on you, he said something weird about how your “delectable, ideal assets” made you a suitable Mother for Babyface-

But he said it in front of the rest of La Squadra and [Everyone Disliked That] and you thought for sure after that verbal (and maybe physical if you’re Prosciutto and Ghiaccio) berating from literally all of his teammates he’d smarten up and control himself around you but…

You’re the ONLY woman he gets to be around frequently, AND you don’t run away from him either, so how is he supposed to be normal around you?! And you know he means it in a kinky way when he calls you “Mommy”…but you’ve learned how to use his pathetic behavior to your advantage.

You make great use of him, he completely bends to your will like a desperate simp. Often times he’s the one kneeling in front of you eagerly sliding your heels on your feet or painting your nails and even massaging your shoulders after a long, irritating day. He’ll do whatever you ask, because it means he might get to touch your skin and smell your hair and be close to you. You feel a twinge of disgust at the way he practically drools over you, and his comments about how wonderful your body is while he licks his lips often invite smacks or kicks from you, which only makes him more excited and insistent that you would be a PERFECT mother for a murder machine.

You can handle him though. As irritating and invading as he is, he has never crossed a line where you actually felt the urge to set him on fire. He has this weird fixation on your legs, so only when you’re in an especially good mood or don’t feel like fighting with him you’ll slide your legs over his lap when you’re sitting next to each other on the couch. You let him poke and prod and salivate over you as he pleases until he pisses you off or gets too excited.

-Ghiaccio: You understand him on a deeper level than most of his other teammates try. He’s angry because it’s the only emotion that gets results in his eyes. You get it. Sometimes the only things people pay attention to are yelling and violence.

You won’t catch him calling you any of those “Mother” nicknames, he finds it asinine and disrespectful. (“IF YOU’RE GOING TO REFER TO HER BY A NICKNAME BASED ON HER POSITION AS A SENIOR MEMBER OF THE TEAM AND THE SECOND-IN-COMMAND WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU USE “MOTHER”?! SHE’S AN ASSASSIN NOT A HOUSEWIFE! IF YOU REALLY HAD TO USE A NICKNAME FOR HER USE SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE CONTEXTUALLY! I MEAN HOW HARD IS IT TO CALL HER “MA’AM” OR “SIGNORA”?!?”-Ghiaccio.) Everyone kinda tones him out when he starts yelling about it, and you can try talking to him about how you don’t mind the nickname at all and EVENTUALLY the rants will go down in frequency but he will probably always tense with irritation whenever someone calls you “Mother” in any way.

Your stands are opposites of each other. His is a shield of ice. Yours is a weapon of fire. At first there was a lot of doubt over your compatibility on missions, but the two of you are a deadly duo. There’s something truly elegant about how you splay out along the back of his car, scorching to a crisp anyone bold enough to chase the two of you after an assassination.

You get along with him well. He rants, you listen. Your soft voice gently chiding him for overreacting actually calmed him down, much to everyone’s surprise. And if you have a problem, he’ll fix it for you, one way or another. There’s no hiding that he has anger issues, but he makes an active effort to keep himself more under control when you’re around.

You try to be physically affectionate with him, but it’s kinda awkward given how little relationship experience he has, and his general insecurity he feels around you.

He runs cold, he’s lean and sharp, and he cannot sit still for the life of him; whether he’s bouncing his leg or drumming his fingers against something or simply can’t find a comfortable way to sit. As soon as you try to lean up against his side you’re usually met with squirming and trembling, and he is SO tense. When he does try to hold you back, he squeezes too tight and for only very short amounts of time before he huffs and gives up and distances himself from you.

You assume he just really dislikes the physical affection, so you try to back off, since you value your relationship with him.

And that just makes him freak out. You’re not making efforts to snuggle or get close anymore…he worries he’s ruined a good thing, and he has no idea what to do about it.

He would rather die than try to verbally express how he feels to you, even though the embarrassment he’d feel if he found out he was completely misreading your relationship this entire time would kill him anyways.

So for the first time since you know him he tries to initiate some physical affection to try and rekindle whatever you had before. It’s awkward, he looks the complete opposite way from you the whole time because eye contact makes him uncomfortable as he slides his hand along the couch towards yours, clumsily tangling his slim, cold fingers around your much warmer ones. This was a good compromise. Hand holding worked out perfectly for you two, even though he found it So embarrassing to do in front of the others. They won’t tease too much though. Since he can kick most of their asses very easily.

-Risotto Nero: If you were the “Mother” of La Squadra, he was the “Father”. The two of you have known each other the longest; none of the others saw the progression of your relationship since it was from before they joined the team. If there was anyone who would really be referred to by the title of “boyfriend” it would be Nero despite nothing ever being said officially.

The closest thing to your actual lover, you and Risotto share an intimacy that almost came off as a couple that have been married for years: not particularly passionate or romantic, but you have a deep understanding of each other. Similarly to how you can calm down the other members of the team, he is the one who can calm you down. He’s not a fan of PDA (I mean. Just look at him-) but you’re an exception, so as long as you don’t get carried away and try distracting him with kisses in front of the others, you’re free to wrap your arms around his neck or sit on his lap whenever you want (within reason). Don’t expect him to always feel like touching you back though.

You don’t think anything of it anymore since you’re so used to it, but you are kinda a wife to him when you compare how your relationship looks with him than your other on again, off again “boyfriends” of La Squadra.

You’ve spent quite a few nights in his bed, his apartment is always open to you so you’re welcome to come and go as you please. If he comes home and you’re randomly in his bed he won’t be bothered at all, and just scoot you over a bit after he slides off his jacket.

He’s the only member of the team you usually sleep with as of right now. Sure you might kiss and snuggle a few of the others, and maybe you’ve shared some intimacy every once in a while with them, but what you have with Risotto is the most serious. He’ll indulge you occasionally, but honestly you’re just happy to have a companion at night, a familiar figure beside you in the darkness of the bedroom.

The other members have to wonder what it is about Risotto that does it for you. He’s so. Stoic. Maybe you like that lack of emotional intelligence? The truth is you always feel like you have to present yourself in a certain way in front of the others and in public, but Risotto? You can be more vulnerable with him. He never overreacts or judges. He’s a good listener, honestly. And he trusts you with serious tasks and classified information more than anyone else. You don’t let him down, so he’ll support you in turn. You both appreciate the equal costs and benefits nature of your relationship.

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