#and uhhh there’s more but have this for now

[just-another-hippie]

OKAY LETS DO IT

1. It's super fucking complicated !!

2. @decomposing-atm <3

3. An awful lot, way too much to list here and basically all about my childhood :(

4. Ehh 50/50

5. Taken <3

6. I've been debating this for ages and I'm still not sure

7. Uhhh homemade wild berry compote on Greek yoghurt (fuckin fancy ik)

8. Yep! I was very athletic when I was younger but then illnesses and eds SLAPPED me so I stopped for a while, but I'm getting into bouldering and weightlifting now that I'm recovered :]

9. HELL NO

10. Uhh when my older stepsister was round last weekend because she likes to hurt me totally unprompted ://

11. My boyfie hehe

12. Uhhhh maybe?? I've pulled so many all-nighters I can't remember

13. I don't hate people because I believe it's bad for my mental health, I tend to set boundaries and burn bridges if people are bad to me, then wish them the best and hope that one day they will truly find happiness and become a better person

14. A lot of people :(

15. YES!! My cat hermione hehe I'll post a pic of her cause she's super duper cute

16. Ehh a bit mixed atm, I'm just making sure I keep fighting because I'm sure as shit gonna make it out alive.

17. No and as "sexy" as it seems I am also a MASSIVE germaphobe so please can we do it somewhere nicer /silly

18. VERY VERY VERY FUCKING MUCH GOD DAMN

19. Definitely, and I know exactly when in my childhood :/

20. Uhhh I think his room HAHA

21. Yikes umm

22. I don't plan to have bio kids because I'm anti-natalist, but if I was in the right headspace then I would adopt older kids which got left in the system

23. I have 5 piercings, double lobe piercings in both ears and a septum piercing! I'm getting snakebites next year and I'll think about what else after that!

24. Uhhh idk I hate school so bad >:(

25. Very very much so :(

26. Chocolate HAHA

27. N/A

28. N/A

29. N/A

30. The state of the world, my home life, my lack of organisation??

31. Yes!!

32. I think green, but I love colours so I'm not sure, I'm more about vibes

33. DEFO

34. Uhh last night it was hugging @strawberri-bomb-bomb which was hella sweet because I miss them

35. Unfortunately my mother

36. I used to an awful lot, but I absolutely don't anymore

37. I may forgive but I never forget

38. Fuck yeah it will be

39. 14 <3

40. I fear not /silly

(Apparently they skipped some)

51. Man I love food so much I literally couldn't pick LMAO

52. I used to, but I lost my faith last year, I'm trying to get back to that sense of peace I had in knowing that what will be will be

53. Talk to my boyfie and drink chamomile tea

54. Absolutely fucking not!! unless you're trapped in an abusive relationship that you've tried to leave, any other circumstance go fuck yourself

55. No!! My whole thing is about peace, love, and kindness!!

56. Uhh not too many I hope

57. Absolutely 100000000%

58. SUNSHINE!!!!!

59. Hell yes, I wish we had it more where I live i love it sm :((

60. Yes!!

61. YES!!

62. So much that it deserves its own list

63. I already have socially but I will legally on my birthday!! If we mean change my name from my name now then I'm not inclined to, but I wish I chose a cooler name /j

64. The only challenge is distance /j

65. Then I'd tell them no thank you let's stay friends!!

66. Uhh I pick my friends very wisely so I'm comfortable around all of them I think, but some more than others

67. I have no idea I've slept for ages and it was like a coma /silly

68. Uhhhh I don't know maybe my boyfie??

69. ABSOLUTELY

70. The people closest to my heart

I did itttt!!

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[bitchface24-7]

HE’S A WHAT?! - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: You're an exhausted student, plagued with too much assignments and riddled with insomnia. You've found an amazing ASMR artist called "The-Herald", their ASMR puts you to sleep almost instantly. Their voice immediately putting you into a drowsy state. So when you see a Patreon link regarding more videos, one specifically titled "Talking you through it | NSFW Audio (1mil subscriber) Special" It sparks your attention. Now you're hooked. Instead of being Pavloved into drowsiness, you've pavloved yourself into arousal. His voice sounds familiar though...

warnings: NSFW audio mentions, voice kink, masturbation, obsession, neediness, realizations, suggestiveness, grammarly is my beta, adding youtube and patreon to the arcane verse so lowkey a modern au! ???

genre: m/f

p.s. @melisshivering sent me a DM with a HOT Viktor NSFW audio (literally sounds so similar to him it's INSANE) and I came up with the idea with them for this fic. So send them some thanks as well if you enjoy this fic. I'll put the link at the end of the fic

As a top academy student alongside your friends Sky, Viktor, and Jayce, you're completely burnt out. Hours upon hours of studying, assignments, working on the campus library to help pay for your tuition. You're riddled with exhaustion that just won't go away, and insomnia is kicking your ass.

"The-Herald" has been your saving grace. His ASMR videos captivating you, helping you quiet your mind as you fall asleep. He keeps his face out of the frame in all his videos, but you can imagine how attractive he is; especially due to his voice. It kind of reminds you of Viktor's.

Are you hyper fixating on this creator due to his voice and your massive crush on Viktor? No. Shut up.

So imagine your surprise when you see a Patreon link for more content, NSFW content specifically. Well... it wouldn't hurt to check it out...

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You're addicted. Holy shit that audio couldn't have been any hotter. The orders, the praise, the degradation, the growly tone of his voice, the sound design.

Fuck... you don't think you've ever cum that hard before.

Your whining pants, your messy cunt, your aching wrist, and noisy bullet vibrator. You came in like ten minutes, you came again in less than two.

Who needs hookups when you've got The-Herald calling you a good girl in his sexy accent as he praises you for being good, and degrades you for being his personal slut.

Hopefully nobody finds out about your new obsession.

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It's becoming bad how dependent you are on this man. You're constantly thinking about him. His voice, his words, how he makes you feel. He's honestly rivaling Viktor at this point for how bad of a crush you have on him; and you don't even know what he looks like.

You're down horrendous.

Like your entire libido revolves around this man.

You get one hell of a surprise on your next shift at the campus library.

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Here you are, doing your due diligence and retuning books to their proper shelves as you stop every once in a while to chat with your friends. Everything is awesome, it's great! Until Jayce throws a bomb at you.

"So, when're next uploading V?"

You pause your ministrations as Sky continues to work and the two men have a small conversation. Upload? What is Jayce talking about?

"Tonight, actually."

"Really? I though you only posted on Thursdays."

"Eh, I post when I want."

You butt in. No way... there's no way! "Uhhh... Post where? If you don't mind me asking." Jayce looks at Viktor and Viktor casually shrugs, "I run an ASMR channel. It helps me pay my tuition here, it's called The-Herald. Maybe you heard of it? It's been trending these past few weeks."

You accidentally drop a book.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

You've been masturbating to your friends voice, your crushes voice. You've pavloved yourself into arousal if Viktor says anything demeaning, praising, or that can pass as an order. You fucked up BIG TIME.

"What is wrong with you? Pick that up. You could've accidentally hurt yourself. Those textbooks aren't light you know?"

No goddamnit why?! It's like he can read your mind! You shudder out a sigh as you bend down and pick the textbook up, putting it away.

"Good girl."

A wheeze escapes you. Oh Viktor's just teasing you now and being an asshole about it. You look over your shoulder and see Sky and Jayce working together, Viktor is staring you down.

You quickly add, "Yeah I've seen it on my recommended tab. You've gotten quite popular, congrats!"

"Thanks, sweetheart." Viktor casually states, his eyes narrowed onto you as he smirks. He knows. He's gotta know! He's eyeing you down like you're a steak and he's starving.

Another hour passes by and you can feel Viktor's stare on you the entire time. Jayce and Sky pack up, Viktor stays behind.

His one reasoning being, "I don't have class tomorrow until three pm, the two of you have a class for seven in the morning. I can stay behind and make sure she gets home safe, you two can't."

Jayce and Sky can't argue with that logic, so they leave with some hugs and heartfelt goodbyes. Now it's just you and Viktor in this massive empty library.

"You're not very subtle you know." Viktor states as he runs a finger across multiple spines on the shelf, You put your tongue into your cheek, "What do you mean?"

"You've known about my channel for a while."

"You can't know that."

You turn around and Viktor's a few centimeters away from you, your noses are almost brushing together. His voice is quiet, but it damn near echoes in the silent library, "You shouldn't use a well-known nickname as your user ID. It kind of gives you away."

A sharp inhale is what he gets in response. Fuck. You didn't think about that. You assumed The-Herald was some stranger, not your friend. Not your crush.

"I didn't know it was you."

Viktor's eyebrow quirks up as he huffs in amusement, "You didn't know it was me? Wouldn't my voice give me away? My ah... accent isn't very common here."

"I didn't want to assume."

"So you subscribed to my NSFW channel, just cause?"

"I did that cause your voice is hot and it makes me cum quick."

Viktor steps back in some shock, his eyes minutely widened, "That was much more blunt than I expected."

You shrug, "It's the truth. I have a massive crush on you, this person's voice is remarkably similar to yours, there's dirty videos. One plus one equals two."

"You have a massive crush on me?"

You look down, trying to hide your face; Viktor doesn't let you. He pushes your head back up with his fingers under your chin, "Tell me sweetheart, be honest."

"Y-- Yes."

Viktor hums in satisfaction, "Well I have a crush on you too."

A beaming grin overtakes your face. Your eyes glittery, you're even lightly bouncing on the balls of your feet. He likes you back!

"I have a question for you. Would you like to join me on my NSFW channel? I'm getting tired of using my hand and imagining you. I can have you for real now; only thing is you'll need to stay quiet."

You just nod, giggling in excitement. Holy shit, Viktor's your boyfriend now. You get that glorious voice everyday. You get him.

"Good girl."

Ahhh, he's gonna kill you one day.

You're not complaining, what a way to go!

I speed-wrote this so if there is any grammar or spelling mistakes, no there isn't.

Here’s the link 😏:

[midnightexe]

" Choice "

...If you had been in his place, you would understand his pain. Years of suffering, constant fighting, effort and communication, All in vain. ... His world ended all over again in those few minutes. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4- A 'choice'... but who's really choosing?

Ramble under the cut

Uhh hi Tumblr I've been lurking I swear... This is a huge project that I've been working on since the literal upload of "Sun Makes a DEADLY CHOICE" on the TSAMS YT. My lovely partner ( @haven-creates ) and best friend ( who does not have tumblr ) have been getting the most sneak-peeks of this since I started working on it. I've been on and off working on this (as you can tell by the inconsistency in some of the earlier frames) and debated several times in not finishing it / leaving it uncolored, but here I am, with a fully colored animatic and detailing I haven't put into my art for years now lol (+ an extra lil animation at the end). Sun is by far my favorite character in the entire show, for many reasons, so it's no surprise Dark Sun is a massive source of curiosity and affection for me. His motives, his behavior, his speaking patterns, it all just adds up to this glorious plate of "Midnight's favorite Little Guy (TM)." I wish we knew more about him then we did right now, and honestly, the fact that Mrs_Shadow came out with a Dark Sun song yesterday is just,,, so fitting for the fact I'm posting this today.

N e ways; Thank you to my partner for their encouragement, for The Sun and Moon Show and The Lunar and Earth Show (and The Eclipse and Puppet Show) for all existing and being as high-effort and high-quality as they are. I won't get into the emotional bits, I just love these silly little heartbreaking shows so so much AUGH.

( *Note: Some of the designs here are slightly tweaked and not full designs, like Earth's hair reacting to her emotions. Moon and New Moon are both placeholder-ish designs, here.) Uhhh also give this a lil share? Mayhaps?

[chaoticbardlady99]

Echo (Sylus x F!Reader)

Synopsis: Sylus would do just about anything to make you happy- even going as far as trying his hand at arts and crafts. Thankfully, the Tour has the perfect gift for him to make and he takes a moment to reflect on all he has shared with you- both in this life and the last.

“He loves me, he loves me not…”

CW: Mentions of Sylus’ lore (mentions of violence, grief), uhhh shouldn’t be anything else, FLUFF

Author Note: I really loved the last card and wanted to write a little blurb from Sylus’ perspective of making the Echo Bottle 🐦‍⬛❤️💋 all comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated :) pic above belongs to me.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from LADS or anything mentioned from that game. I do not give permission for AI to use my content and I do not use AI- uhhh I think that’s all?

*I’m a goofy person so my characters are a bit eccentric

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Sylus is a man of good taste, but he wouldn’t consider himself an arts and crafts master. He wouldn’t consider himself gentle enough to even be able to create something as simple as an Echo Bottle. However, when it comes to you, it seems to come to him naturally.

He isn’t entirely sure how he is going to hide the fact that he made the damn thing- shimmering red sparkles are coating his hair like snowflakes and he still can’t get this stupid craft feather off of him. It’s clinging tighter to him than you do when you’re cold at night.

It will be worth it to see you so happy though.

With a sigh of relief, he finally rolls up the tiny piece of paper and puts it into the bottle. The paper feels as delicate as the words written on it.

Sylus has so many moments- from when you named him, those imaginary moments in the black church, and the pretend final kiss in the field of Datura flowers. Every single place you conquered together and all the acts of terror you would probably be horrified to know you committed.

And now? Well now, you have somehow fallen in love with him, ‘monster’ and all, again. He could never begin to describe to you how every second of domestic bliss and love from you makes up for all those centuries of feeling lonely, misunderstood, and incapable of experiencing love, both given and returned.

Every Plushie that lays haphazardly around his base(s) is just another memory and moment of gratefulness. Silly games and your ridiculous cartoon drawings of Mephisto litter his home so carelessly and openly- it’s so nice to have you home again.

However- while there are many similar memories- the memories in the black Church are littered with grief and horror. It wasn’t real- it was merely an illusion whereas tidying up with you, picking out decorations with you, and slowly building a home together is very real and a very happy memory.

So instead he settled on a memory in both lifetimes that brings him nothing but peace now- memories that don’t wake him up in a panic and call you just to make sure you’re alive, still here, and he is still truly yours again.

Some things never change. Much like you have always been his treasure, your singing voice is his favorite too. It was naturally the best option to pick- nothing tainted or upsetting about either.

The first time I heard you sing.

You were the first voice to sing in his presence. It soothed his entire soul and then when he was able to sing Karaoke with you? Sylus is aware he isn’t very good, but he was way more focused on listening to you anyway and you have been on many fun little karaoke dates since. Your hair has changed, your eyes have changed, but your voice remains the same in that it is a balm for his soul.

The benefit of this sentence is that it’s broad enough that only he really knows the hidden memory behind it. There’s no grief or heartbreak for you to experience- just a fun memory and another moment he was thankful to steal of your time. It was one of the first real chances you ever gave him (twice really, if he thinks about it) and he will cherish those two moments for as long as you shall allow him to live.

Sylus’ thoughts are broken by two pink gloved hands covering his eyes- he briefly used his Evol to hide the Echo Bottle in his coat pocket.

“Guess who!”

“Guess who?”

“Yes! Guess who!”

“Why?”

“I-“ you pause, “I’m not sure, but I’m committed to the bit now and I never intended for you to begin asking too many questions!

“Now, then,” you clear your throat dramatically, “guess who!”

He chuckles- your silliness and games are a major improvement to being poked in the side. He should probably reward this good behavior to avoid that.

“Is it my favorite sleepy kitten?”

“Sleepy and grumpy!” You correct as you hop over and sit on the left of the bench, “I woke up and was dreadfully cold without my personal space heater beside me.”

He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger before he leaves a deep, chaste kiss on your lips, “I’m so sorry, kitten. How can I atone for my crimes?”

You tap your chin while reaching for something in your pocket.

“Well- I could use your help answering a question for me,” you pull out a flower with a single petal on it, “I’ve been seeing this guy lately and I think I want to-“ you look around as if it’s top secret, “drop the ‘L’ word- if you know what I mean.”

Sylus has to hold back the stupid grin that threatens to split his face open. He’s going to let you do your thing because he’s quite interested now, he’s been wanting to say it for a long time now (arguably way too long).

“I see,” he muses, “and what is it that you need me to do?”

You are slowly turning more and more flushed by the second and he is swept up in how wonderfully adorable you are. Sylus really really hopes you like your gift from him- you are everything to him and he loves to see you happy.

“I need you to pull off the last petal,” you say slowly, “but I want to know- does Sylus love me or does he love me not?”

Whether you realize it or not- he can feel your heartbeat thundering in your chest as if it was his own. All the blood rushing in your ears- you just told him you love him and yet he’s still nervous you may reject him and it’s all been some massive dream.

Sylus gently plucks the petal and looks at you- his eyes staring into yours in hopes that you will see how much he truly means his next sentence.

“I love you. kitten.”

There’s that wonderful smile again and his most favorite gift from you- a kiss on both sides of his face, one on the tip of his nose, and the last on his lips before you rest your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Sylus.”

And he couldn’t be more grateful that he has more time to make first time memories with you than he did before.

[greetings-inferiors]

Last song: if you don't count video game osts (if you did it would be high score, the final boss (of your pc) from the cryptid mod) then it's reincarnated by Kendrick lamar

Fav colour: yellow (I played persona 4 one time and made yellow my personality (more than it already was))

Last book: (does ao3 count) the book of bill

Last movie: 12 angry men (probably my pick for greatest film ever made, I could watch it any time and find something new to love about it)

Last show: uhhh probably the gravity falls marathon I had with my little brother (the book of bill put me in the mood and he'd somehow never watched it. Also the theme of the holidays not lasting forever really resonated with him)

Sweet/sour/spicy: I prefer savoury foods and don't like sweet or sour in those, but I do love sweets and sweet drinks. Probably spicy then sweet really close together then sour a bit further down

Last thing I searched up: "Balatro cryptid mod ost high score theme"

Current obsession: because of exams I'm kinda in the inbetween phase of obsessions right now, but I still listen to my hip hop playlist whenever I'm doing anything so I'll probably still say that. My most recent album I listened through was my beautiful dark twisted fantasy, and boy howdy I did not enjoy it as much as people told me I was going to.

Looking forward to: I have a week before lectures begin for me to get back into xenoblade 3. I stopped playing at the start of chapter 2 like 4 months ago and really want to get into it because the first two games are some of the best video games ever made. Mainly the first one though.

10 People I'd Like to Know Better

Thanks for the tags @gaiaseyes451 and @beerok23!💜!💜

last song: Gloria by the Lumineers

favourite colour: Red, like a deep luscious red that you know would taste good if you licked it. Don't act innocent, you know exactly what I mean by that. Red is a color that you just know tastes good.

last book: I am currently trying to read the Witcher series (per @lickthecowhappy's suggestion) so I am at the start of the Last Wish

last movie: Moana 2 (I have young kidsssss)

last TV show: My oldest is almost 10 which means she stays up late. Which also means I have so little time to watch adult things. So we've been watching the Office with her. I think I want to watch the Good Place with her next tho (I've never watched it!)

sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet followed very, very closely by spicy. Habanero maple syrup is one of my favorite things on the planet.

last thing i searched online: How to explain a 10 year career hiatus in a cover letter (looking to return to work since having kids. It's been an interesting experience so far).

current obsession: Have not moved on from Good Omens, but recently realized that my obsession may be more in my own little connected universe of fics that I wrote rather than the actual canon at this point😳. I'm sure once we get that first glimpse of red and white hair that will change very quickly.

looking forward to: Going back to work and having a more established adult life again, honestly. I've been so lucky to be home with my kids while they are young, but I am ready. And figuring out how my newfound passion for writing is going to fit into that new life of mine. Another big year of change over here for me, and I am eagerly looking forward to how the growing pains are going to make way for something beautiful beyond.

ten people i’d like to know better:

@addledmongoose, @di-42, @afrenchwriter, @haemey, @eybefioro, @alwaystuesday, @katspause, @alphacentaurinebula, @shadesofecclescakes, @ochre-sunflower and whoever wants to do it (but also feel free to ignore!)

[lokisprettygirl]

Right Person, Right Time (Modern Daemon x Female Reader) (18+) (Non Canon Au)

Read chapter 2 here

Chapter 3

Summary : Marco tried to win you back. Daemon kicks up the notch on his Daemonesque behaviour.

Warning: 18+ , Mention of infidelity, death, smut in later chapters, reader has self deprecating attitude, reader is alot shorter than daemon

Next morning you woke up to the faint sound of your alarm ringing in your purse somewhere in the room and the smell of freshly cooked eggs and bacon.

You groaned as you sat up, you had a dream about Marco, a nightmare now that you were up, he was making love to you and then he asked you to marry him. Your heart felt so dead and heavy in that moment that you slumped down and sunken yourself in the softness of the expensive mattress. That reminded you of the fact that you were in Daemon's penthouse, in his bedroom to be precise.

Daemon Targaryen. You had no idea if he was the same man or not but you had never heard of a man with that last name before you heard about him from Rachel, an ex friend of yours that you no longer spoke to because she decided to quit her job of being a part time to bitch to others and took the role of being a full time backstabbing bitch to you. But you remembered the story she had told you about her ex and you remembered her telling you that he was filthy rich.

You finally mustered the courage to get out of the warmth of the bed and walked towards the dresser where he had kept your purse. He didn't have to bring it over here from the couch but he did. Thoughtful or whatever.

As you took out the phone you had messages and calls from your clients, you had worked as a pt for the past decade and it has been going really well for you but since yesterday you had no will or energy to do anything anymore so you messaged your clients and apologized to them that you won't be able to make it today or tomorrow. You just wanted to stare at the ceiling, cry, stare some more- damn he had a great ceiling work done in this room you thought, what was that? Wood false ceiling?

Anyways then you wanted to cry some more.

There were plenty of calls and messages from Marco but you didn't dare to open any of the texts he had sent. What was he going to say? He made a mistake? Or That woman tripped and got underneath him accidentally? Or perhaps She was possessed and he was exorcising her with his huge dick?

You groaned as you threw the phone over the bed and went to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror you cringed at your own reflection, you looked like a hooligan, you remembered looking cute in Marco’s oversized shirts, perhaps if you weren't wearing these god awful shorts you'd look cute in Daemon's shirt– NO

After washing your face you stepped out in the living room and you saw a few people doing the cleaning work, they didn't even raise their heads up to look at you, maybe they were used to seeing random women walking out of his room after his nights of no expectations, no promises.

You did recognise one lady though, you had seen her going up and down the elevator at times so before she could see you and assume that you were one of his ladies, you quickly followed the scent of the bacon. You were expecting to see some chef or cook working there but what you saw was Daemon himself, shirtless with an apron on, cooking as he hummed and whistled to himself, his fluffy hair tamed and slicked back after the shower.

Was he…was he…uhhh was he sort of , kind of .. cute? No he wasn't.

“Staring hours begin from 10 ..it's just 9:30 yet” you snapped out of your thoughts and rolled your eyes as his voice echoed around you.

“Good morning to you too” you said as you crossed your arms tightly around your chest and walked behind the countertop like Gordon Ramsay to inspect whatever he was making.

As he let out a chuckle you looked him in the eye, right in the eye and for a moment he smiled before he went back to his usual smirky self.

“What?” You asked him, shouldn't have asked.

“Nothing.. you look like a daddy.. someone else’s daddy though..not mine”

“Haha, what are you making?”

“You should keep your glasses on all the time”

“Argggh why are you always..never mind” as you turned around to storm out he grabbed your arms and halted you.

“Am I always what?” he asked, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

“Sarcastic and mean?” you answered

“So are you”

“Yeah not always” he pursed his lips together as you said that.

“I'm making Eggs and bacon..i hope you're not vegan” he answered your question even though it was a stupid question to begin with.

“No I'm not..”

“Good”

“Good”

As he let go of your arm you walked around the counter and sat down on the stool.

“After eating..i should..go back to my apartment..face the reality. I wouldn't want to impose any further anyways” you said somberly so he gave you a side smile.

“You can do whatever you want darling. Butttt..you're not imposing”

You nodded as he said that. Why were you so afraid of being alone? It wasn't as if you hadn't been single for years before Marco happened. Was it the loss of the relationship? Heartbreak? Cheating? Hopelessness? Or maybe it was all of it but you felt so dependent at the moment. As you felt a surge of panic building in your chest you looked at Daemon and he stared at you for a moment before he turned off the stove and walked towards you.

Your eyes welled up so he placed his hands around your shoulders and turned you to him

“Hey. Look at me, you're alright, okay?”

“Okayyyyy” you mumbled but then tears rolled down your eyes and you couldn't stop sniffling. It was inevitable.

“Cheaters..not worth it. Not worth your tears or your emotions, I know it feels like the end of the world for you right now but it's not, I promise you it's not yeahh?” his voice was gentle but strict at the same time. How old was he? Sometimes he reminded you of those wise old men from the old times.

He didn't wipe your tears or wrap his arms around you like any other man would have in his position but the way he held you, it was enough in that moment, that's what you needed, someone to keep you grounded because you feared you'd sink beneath the ground otherwise.

As you stopped crying he let go of you, nothing worth mentioning happened after, you both ate in tolerable silence and then you put on the dress from yesterday before grabbing your bag from the dresser to go back to your apartment.

“Ummm thanks for.. putting it in the dryer" you said to him as you walked towards the door that would lead you to his lobby . He was lounging on the couch, reading a newspaper.

“No worries..2376”

“What?” You looked at him confused as he mumbled a number.

“The code to the elevator”

You looked at him before it sunk in, the key you needed to get into the elevator. Why was he trusting you with the information? You could come in anytime when he wasn't here and steal stuff, stuff that would pay your next month's rent in one minute. He was lucky you were not a thief.

After saying goodbye you took the elevator down and arrived at your floor, taking a deep breath you sighed as the metal door opened. You had prepared yourself to dive into the loneliness of your apartment but as soon as you got in you saw Marco pacing back and forth in your living room. Ofcourse. He had the spare keys.

“Fucking hell where have you been babygirl” he asked as he stormed towards you and grabbed your arms to pull you inside, he wrapped his arms around you to hug you as tightly as he could, as if he was afraid you'd disappear again. Where was this fear when he was fucking someone else? You stood in his arms motionless, not responding to his hug even though his scent and warmth made you want to bury your face in the crook of his neck and cry.

“Answer me preziosa..where the hell have you been?” He asked you again as he pressed you against the door and cupped your cheeks.

“You have some audacity” you said to him so he sighed, his eyes softened as your own teared up, he could see the anger and hurt in them, his hair was a mess, probably the result of him running his fingers through his hair. Why was he still so gorgeous? It wasn't fair. Infidelity should have turned him into an ugly monster magically.

“I know you are upset-” he said so you chuckled very bitterly in response.

“Understatement..you have broken me..do you even realise that?”

“Ofcourse I do..it hurts me too, i love you..i never wanted to lose you” he rubbed your lips with his thumb as he spoke, you wanted to push him away, gain some agency and have some respect for yourself but you were in love with him and that feeling hadn't disappeared in one night.

“You lost me the moment you fucked someone else”

“Don't say that.. please” he whispered as he kissed your cheek and then kissed the corner of your mouth, before he'd weaken you any further you looked up at him.

“Go..you're free to do whatever you want, you did everything you promised you'd never do to me..if you think I'll forgive you after this you're mistaken” you kept your voice as strong and as affirmative as you could but you failed miserably.

“You're allowed to be upset baby, take your time, hate me, hit me, I won't care, but you'll come back to me I know that.. because you love me, I see it, I feel it” he whispered in your ears, and he used his bedroom voice on you, you should have pushed him away, asked him to fuck off but you didn't. You couldn't.

His hands trailed down as caressed your chest and then lowered them under your dress.

“Marco-”

“I know..I'm sorry, what I have done is unforgivable, but i have missed you and i love you so much babygirl, you know that”

An unwanted gasp escaped your throat as his fingers caressed the inside of your thighs. “That's my girl..”

He whispered again and you placed your head back on the door, you knew where this was going and you had to stop it before you'd never be able to look at yourself in the mirror again.

“Stop touching me” you glared at him so he sighed before he stepped away from you “Get out..”

“Amore..”

“Get out”

You said again as you stepped away from the door and opened it immediately-

“I'll come back baby..we are going to talk” he said as he stormed out, in the hallway he bumped into someone and you heard him cursing something in Italian so you peaked your head out and saw Daemon walking towards your apartment. As he neared you, he glanced at your tear soaked face before he looked at Marco as he disappeared in the elevator. As much as you wanted to be a strong independent woman, in the moment it seemed impossible, you had dreamt of marrying that man and having his babies, having all that taken away from you felt unjust. What had you done to deserve this?

“You left this on my bed” Daemon said as he passed you your phone so you took it from him.

“Thank you..you didn't have to trouble yourself..I'd have come.. eventually” he nodded as you said that.

“Hmmm.. are you alright?”

“I..how do you get alright. I don't know how to do that anymore..i thought my life was finally turning around and..it's all gone now, I'm in a worse position than I was before I met him” you said as you leaned against the door frame so he sighed.

“Take a step back and breathe” he said it as a matter of fact so you chuckled bitterly

“Easy for you to say”

“Perhaps it is but..you had a life before him, shit happens, you can sulk all you want, you're allowed to do so but eventually you'd have to pick yourself up, nobody else is going to do that for you” your eyes welled up again as you crossed your arms and gave him an exaggerated fake smile.

“You're being too wise and realistic”

“You're lucky he didn't die as a good man in your eyes, imagine how hard that would have been to recover from. Count your blessings, you see him for what he is now, a cheating arse”

“Stop making sense”

He chuckled as you said that and you couldn't help but give him a faint smile as well in response. A genuine one this time.

“You uhh ..going to be alright in there?” He asked you hesitantly so you nodded in response, you didn't want him to think you were going to do something awful because of a man.

“Yeah I think I should just..sleep”

“Good. Do that”

“Thank you for….well..god everything” he rolled his eyes at your grateful tone, he then brought his hand forward and ruffled your hair like a pet for an awkward second before he turned around to leave.

You got inside and laid down on your bed to calm down a little, then you cried some more and then you tried to calm down again.

Amidst all the chaos you had forgotten to ask Daemon about Rachel. Was he even the same Daemon? It did not seem appropriate to ask him if he indeed was the same Daemon. You two were barely friends at this point.

Later that evening when the quiet and loneliness caught up with you, you put on a set of warm fluffy pajamas set and decided to go for a walk downstairs, perhaps a little adrenaline would help you counter this rotting sadness you had in your chest.

But It was just your luck that as soon as you entered the elevator you saw Daemon again, he was all dressed up , just like yesterday, and he smelled rich and by that you meant delicious.

“Leaving for work?” you asked him before an awkward silence would fill the cramped space.

“Yeah”

“When do you uhh..when do you return?”

“Whenever I want, I'm the boss” he answered smugly.

“You're so humble..how do you do that?”

“It's innate” you let out a small laughter as he said that but his faded as he watched your eyes crinkling up in that overly adorable fashion. Trouble, you were trouble.

“Where are you off looking all glamourous?” he said as he eyes you from head to toe. Sarcasm didn't go unnoticed.

“Just gonna walk, fresh air, clear my head”

You mumbled softly as you wished him a good day/night, he had to take the elevator to the basement and you got off at the ground floor but just a few steps into the lobby you heard the sound of rain pattering harshly outside the building.

“Great. Just my luck”

You quickly turned around and pressed the elevator button to go back to your lonely apartment, much to your surprise Daemon was still in there.

“Is it raining in the basement too?” You asked jokingly so he smiled.

“I heard it and figured you would be taking a rain check on your walk”

“You see now? This is how it is with me, never get what I want” he shook his head as you said that. So dramatic.

“You want to go for a ride?”

“Umm i…wouldn't want you to get late or anything”

“What part of I'm the boss and can do whatever I want did you not hear or understand?”

“I'd go for the ride”

“Good girl”

Your face flushed as he said that. Did he like spending time with you? You definitely didn't despise it. You knew you were using him as a crutch to kill your loneliness and a part of you recognised the errors of your ways but what you didn't understand was why he was being soooo.. sweet to you, in his own daemon way albeit but he didn't have to be around you at all?

“You have a Porsche?” You asked as he led you towards his car so he chuckled.

“All of that in the back is mine, porsche is my pick of the day”

He pointed towards the full line of cars at the back of the basement and you didn't even know what to say. How rich was he exactly?

You almost felt inferior sitting in his fancy car wearing a stupid pajama set but as he walked around and opened the passenger door for you, you stared at him momentarily before you got in.

And then he did that thing men do with the steering wheel, where they place the palm on the wheel to turn it around, god, you thought only Marco looked sexy when he did that, but watching daemon in action was an awakening of sorts. The forearm veins, strained knuckles, the rings on his long fingers–

You quickly turned your head before he'd catch you staring like he had done this morning.

“Where are we going?” You asked him so he chuckled

“It's raining, we are going for a ride”

“So just long drive”

“It can be long”

You nodded as he said that in a serious gruff voice. Suddenly the energy in the car was tight and.. sexual, but you wanted to blame his forearms and cologne for that.

You had gotten very quiet suddenly so he nudged you with his elbow.

“What's on your mind?” He asked and you let out a deep sigh.

“Just thinking”

“About your boyfriend?”

“Ex boyfriend to be precise and factual”

“Mmmhmmm”

“That woman in his bed, he brought her over to his bedroom where me and him had ..done it countless times, there's a picture of us kissing on his side table, she must have seen it too, do you think she cared to ask who I was?” you asked him so he shook his head in response.

“Some people are not wired that way darling. Sex is just an act for them, they don't think of consequences or who they'd end up hurting”

“Ummm i know you don't do relationships and you just fuck or whatever. But Do you ever get with women who are committed or married even??” you asked him and he actually wasn't expecting that question.

“Not deliberately, there's not much conversation happening before I have them in my bed, but I don't go out of my way to hurt anyone”

“Mmmm okay”

“What did you want to hear?"

“Nothing I like your honesty”

He finally stopped the car near a bridge, it was still raining heavily so he opened his window as he pulled out a cigarette.

“Do you mind?”

“No..”

You were used to being around it, Marco smoked too, and you got a hit once in a while.

“You want one?”

“We can just share” you spoke immediately so he smirked.

“It's just ..I don't like consuming a whole cigarette at once”

“You don't need to explain” you couldn't help but huff as he said that.

As much as you wanted to deny it, a part of you was having a good time, what would you have been doing right now if you weren't with him? Drowning in self pity and tears probably.

As he drove you back to the building you looked at him, pursed your lips and nodded

“I had a decent time, thank you”

“It wasn't a date”

“Do you have to be on a date to have a decent time with the opposite sex?’

“Guess not”

“Oookay now..I'll go back to my sad little apartment and you go do whatever it is that you do at work “ he chuckled as you said that.

You ran inside the building to not get wet again, you had no intention of changing out of your comfortable pyjamas.

As you laid down on your bed you stared at the ceiling and then out of nowhere it hit you, the loneliness and the heartbreak. It's funny because when you were with Daemon he kept you distracted enough that you didn't think about Marco a lot but now in the solitude of your own company all you could think about was him and the life that you wanted to build with him.

You grabbed your phone and opened the messages he had sent you since yesterday and they only saddened you further.

He made a mistake? Breaking your trust was just a mistake?

You remembered going to bed around 9 and it was 2 am, so five hours of you tossing and turning and sleep hadn't come for you..

As you heard your door bell ring you sat up immediately. Was it Marco? Who else would come this late at night? Why was he here anyways? You had nothing to say to him. Or perhaps it was -

“Daemon” you mumbled as you opened the door and he gave you a smile

“Did I wake you?” he asked you so you crossed your arms.

“It's 2 am..”

“Yeah, apologies, I'd go-”

As he turned around to leave you groaned internally and grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Don't go”

He couldn't help but smirk as you said that.

“Get in..don't mind the messiness or do.. who cares” you said as you let go of his arm and moved away from the door to let him in.

Two steps forward and he was towering over you with his giant stature, gods he smelled divine.

Without wasting a second further you got on your tip toes and wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him, you could tell he wasn't expecting it as he didn't move for a moment but then his fingers clutched into your hair and he pulled your head back to stare at you. His jaw clenched and unclenched for a moment, thumb swiped over your lips, eyes lost as if he was fighting an internal battle. Perhaps you shouldn't have kissed him.

And then he latched his lips onto yours. Nevermind.

You knew Marco was a good kisser, he was good, very good but something about the way Daemon held you so .. aggressively and how gently his fingers caressed your scalp in the same breath stirred something in you that you didn't even know existed.. and then you felt bad, awful, you felt as if you were betraying Marco somehow even though he had already crossed that line.

Daemon let go of you as you stopped responding suddenly, he ran his fingers through his hair before he turned around to leave, and you should have said nothing, it was humiliating as it was for you. You should have kept quiet but you wanted to deflect so you opened your mouth and ruined whatever friendship was developing between you two.

“Do you know Rachel Johnson?”

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Note : What did he do? Or rachel did to him? Also girl. Shutup

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[leighlew3]

So...

I know a lot of people out there are feeling lost, helpless, hopeless, and especially perhaps the younger crowd wonders: what now? As someone who has taken hit after hit after hit of trauma, abuse, homelessness, suffering, struggle, loss, illness, etc in my life that at times seems never ending... dealing with perpetual trauma and finding hope in the face of devastation is uhhh sorta my specialty.

*dorky wink and finger guns*

So, first of all on my end let me explain my plans, and then get into the 'why' and what else I plan to do and how I think we all need to tackle these coming days, weeks, months and sadly -- years.

For mental health reasons on the heels of still struggling with my grief and what sadly has become chronic health issues, I'm probably going to spend the foreseeable future hyper-focused on writing, fictional ships, planning my next tattoo, the WNBA free agency, the end of the current NFL season, and doing everything humanly possible to boost my immune system for what will inevitably be the next pandemic/plague that this administration will laugh at as Americans drop dead again because "sCiEncE iSnT rEaL".

And I advise others to find what will help them survive as well.

Here's the thing though: "give up" is not in my DNA. Nor is burying my head and hiding out away from "anything negative", because that's a hella privileged position to take, and I'm not about that life.

So, I will be signing all the petitions possible, making calls to reps who actually have proven they care, protesting when possible, sharing important info on social media, volunteering, etc as well.

Which brings me to the point here: don't give up. Do what you can. But also... recognize your humanity and limitations whether they be financial, physical, psychological or otherwise. Because sacrificing your own sanity and health isn't going to help anybody. And then we're down one less soldier in this battle for the greater good.

IF there's another election in four years (never in my lifetime did I think that would even be a question), we will have a lot of rebuilding to do regarding lost progress. We need to be ready.

In the meantime, dive into something productive and/or comforting for your own life that keeps you fulfilled but also be ready and willing to do what you can help those around you, at key moments. It's that whole "put on your oxygen mask first when the plane is going down" thing. You can't help a damn soul if you can't even breathe.

Be kind to the people you love. Tell them you love them daily. Connect with like-minded individuals. Protect and defend our most vulnerable wherever possible (the disabled, marginalized communities, fellow women/girls, etc). Hug your pets and if you don't have any, consider adopting a rescue.

Vote in the 2026 midterms. Volunteer at or donate to your local women's shelters, homeless shelters, racial justice organizations, LGBTQ+ organizations, animal rescues, environmental organizations, nursing homes for the elderly, etc.

We have to find the balance between self-care for ourselves and making our own lives tolerable amidst this bs, especially any of us who belong to one or more of the above groups -- while also plugging in to help others and the community as a whole, as needed.

And trust me, it will be needed. More than ever.

You're not alone. Even if IRL you feel like you're the only person in your family or circle who hasn't 'drank the Kool Aid' and lost all sense of reason or basic human empathy.

If you're reading this right now -- please take a second to take some deep breaths, step away, and start setting both short-term and long-term goals for yourself and your life that will help you moving forward so you can continue to fight for yourself, and for us all.

Please remember, we're in this together.

I'm with you. 💜

[doomtrooper77]

Nothing Here is Free

[Note: this story has mature sexual themes. If this is not your kind of thing, just skip it and enjoy the image]

Surprisingly, this section of the cellblock was quiet. Almost all cons were in the TV room or the weight room. The guards let me sit in my cell, reading books from the library. I couldn't concentrate because I was still shaken up from the incident in the shower.

I had only been in Joliet for a month, and most of the cons had left me alone. I had only been in Gen Pop for a couple of days. I knew it wouldn't last. Everything I had been told about inside said that eventually, I would have to choose a side, or it might choose me. This morning, I was showering, minding my business, and before I knew it, I was surrounded by four guys.

They grabbed me and pushed me up against the shower wall. I could tell when they wanted. What they were going to do. It was the look in their eyes and the feeling in the air. Some of the other prisoners looked away and even moved away. Others turned with their own predatory looks on their faces. I might have stood a chance one-on-one with any one of these guys, but four of them. They already had me pinned where I could move. I struggled, and they seemed to like it more.

Just when I thought, "Here we go," a voice said, "Let him be." It wasn't loud; it was simply a matter of fact. The tone of the voice said, "Stop what you are doing." In a few seconds, I felt the hands holding me loosen—loose enough for me to turn around. Three shower heads away was a massive man. 6'4 or 6'5 and tipping the scales easily over 350 pounds of inked muscle. He was still soaping himself down as he stared at the group.

One of the guys holding me said, "Hey Joe, this ain't none of your business. He's not affiliated, so he's fresh meat." Joe replied, "My business is what I say it is. I said Let him be." Now that commanding voice had the edge of potential violence in it. Even under the warm water I got a chill.

Three guys got a hint, but one thought he would take his shot. He walked up to Joe, and before he could fully lift his hands to fight, Joe backhanded him and grabbed him by his neck before he could fall. With casual ease, he picked up the 250-pound man and threw him into the wall 10 feet away. The guy hit the wall with a crunch and fell, unmoving, to the shower room floor. Joe hadn't stopped looking at the other three guys the entire time. The three men near me looked away from Joe and left the shower room. Joe watched them and turned back to finish his shower; however, his eyes landed on mine for about 5 seconds, and I felt trapped in a tiger's gaze. Part of me wanted to thank him, but I was told that sometimes, recognizing something like this meant you owed that person a favor. You don't want to owe people inside here.

The rest of the morning went quickly. Some of the other cons looked at me curiously. Nobody sat near me. When the guards told us we could go to the TV room or the weight room, I asked if I could go back to my cell. The guard looked at me for a second and told me yes.

I had been sitting here for a couple of hours when I heard the heavy boot tread coming down the tier. I figured it was one of the guards, but suddenly, the light from the windows across the tier dimmed, and I looked up. Standing, filling my cell door, is Joe. Fuck, he was even bigger than I thought because he filled the doorway. Shoulders are wider than the opening. He stood there looking at him.

His body was coated in sweat, and he had a massive pump. He had to just come from the weight room. He and some other monsters in this cell block were almost always there. He stood there looking at me, not saying anything. He wore nothing but some worn jeans and big, worn logger boots. His eyes just bore into mine. Seconds ticked away. I finally said, "Uhhh, thanks for, you know, this morning."

He just stood there, then he said. "Nothing in here is free." He shifted his weight and filled more of the doorway and cell. "Here's the thing, those three pups are wannabe bad guys. Me, I am a real deal Bad Guy. I am a mean, nasty piece of work, and I like it that way." Joe said, stepping more into my cell. "So let's be clear, you're fucked no matter what. Either you can get down on your knees of your own free will right now and show me how much you appreciate my intervention this morning; because you're gonna get fucked by me. When I want. Where I want. How I want." A chill of terror went down my spine as he spoke. I know the fear had to show on my face because I could see his expression change.

He stepped closer and casually rolled his shoulders, and his upper body seemed to expand. A feeling of menace seems to roll off of him like invisible waves. "Or I'm gonna make you get down on your knees and fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. But then I let it be known that you don't have my protection and those 4 pups and every other wanna-be predator in this cellblock, and the next will know you are free meat."

His face hardened as he gave me the second choice. "You choose the first choice and manage to survive the first week of me pleasing me; I might take you into the weight room and help you learn how to protect yourself because my bitch will never be anybody else's bitch." Joe said, his voice full of violence and venom.

"I might like you choosing the second choice. It's been a few weeks since I really fucked someone up." He said, closing his big fist so tight that the knuckles cracked like tree limbs snapping. The veins from his hand to his shoulders seem to snake and squirm in anticipation.

Just then, I saw one of the guards pass by. I could see that he stopped and was about to say something when Joe twisted around. Whatever the guard saw on his face, he walked on. Joe turned back. "None of them can help you, boy," Joe said. "I know this is a lot for you to take in, so I'm gonna give you 15 seconds to consider your future." Joe finished. His big right hand when to his crotch, and I could see a big outline of his cock. His hand stroked the length of it down the inside of his pants leg. His big, inked, hairy hand slid up and down the length of it. I could see it growing and twitching under the tight fabric.

Although 15 seconds seemed like a small amount of time, in my spinning brain, it was more than enough time for me to imagine a thousand scenarios. Joe's face split into a hard grin as I slid off my bunk and got on my knees. Joe took a deep, growling break and said, "Unzip it."

The first time was a blur. All I can remember was the hot, sweaty taste of his cock sliding in my mouth and his big powerful hands holding my head steady as he skull fucked me within an inch of my life. He was so rough that I blacked out twice and vaguely remember a guard finding me on the floor of my cell in a pool of spit and cum. He asked me if I needed to go to the infirmary. I told him no and managed to crawl back into my bunk. That night I remember my cell door opening, and Joe coming back in that night, and Skull fucked me again and took my ass for the first time. By the end of the week, I was no longer blacking out.

Two months later, I was moved into Joe's cell and his cellmate. He took me three or four times a day, but he also started taking me to the weight room every day. I've been inside for nine months now. I came in weighing 220 pounds; Joe's got me up to 255 pounds now. He's had me fight three guys because he says his bitch needs to be able to protect himself. I won all three fights. The night after the third fight, Joe had fucked me rougher than ever before. His big hands were around my neck, and he plowed into me like a jackhammer. It was rough, but I could take it. When he lay sweaty and satisfied in his bunk, he said, "Kid, you might make it here." His voice had no menace or disdain, just a statement of fact. I didn't say anything, but I smiled at myself. I would survive.

Truth is, I am beginning to enjoy it.

[broidobe]

𝔫𝔦𝔨𝔨𝔦 𝔰𝔦𝔵𝔵 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 𝔞𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔱

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⁎⁺˳✧༚motley crue masterlist

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

never shuts the fuck up

as briefly mentioned in his nsfw headcannons (linked in the motley masterlist)

practically gives a summary of everything that happens.

he’s honestly adorable

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

as also mentioned in the nsfw headcannons,

ASS GUY TILL HE DIES

absolutely OBSESSED with your ass

he likes his arms

they are big and covered in tattoos

and he LOVES his tattoos

so therefore

he loves his arms

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

okay loves cumming in you

like don’t get him wrong he does love it

but all time fav??

you guessed it

your ass

sometimes when you guys are doing missionary or anything where your on your back,

he will flip you over when he’s cumming

and cum all over your ass

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

has this fantasy of having a threesome with tommy and you

but honestly, he’d just like to watch tommy fuck you

while you make direct eye contact with him

and tell him how good his friends cock feels inside you

everytime he even sees tommy near you

he will immediately think of this

and HOPE that you’d be up for it one day

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s pretty damn experienced

but that doesn’t necessarily mean he knows what he’s doing

before you he just had hookups where it didn’t matter how good he did

because it would be over and he wouldn’t need to think of it

but with you, he did

because the first time you fucked, you didn’t cum ONCE.

it WAS that bad.

so you talked it over with him and he really listened. he took mental notes and everything. he PREPARED for the next time you guys fucked

and overtime…he just got way better

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

CHIBI

now if you haven't read the headcannons, this position is linked in it

but im gonna do my best to explain

so one partner is standing in front of the bed while the other lays down in a doggy style position. the partner on the bed has their knees right on the edge so their feet are hanging off. and they are laying with their ass up in the air.

if you didn’t understand that, PLEASE JUST CHECK THE LINK ON THE NSFW HEADCANNONS

but he gets really deep in you

and gets easy access to your ass

so it's a win

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he is pretty funny

but he does view sex as a form of connection

so he just cracks joke from here and there

but when he’s drunk..?

he takes ABSOLUTELY NOTHING seriously

and says EVERYTHING WITH A SLUR

you know what would make this even better? a tambourine... or a cowbell. just trust me on this one.

psssh, yeah, i’m totally... i’m... mumble mumble... gonna write a song about this. or, like, somethin’. you know what i mean, right?

i’m, uh, i’m like a... a rockstar... but, like, the rockstar, y’know? i’m... yeah, i’m so good at this.

you’re so hot. like, fiiiiiire. you probably have, like, a... fire extinguisher ready or somethin’.

wait, wait, i’m supposed to be... doin’ somethin’... uh... oh yeah, that’s right. come here, you!

y’know, if we were in the 80s... wait, we are... we’d be like... the best band ever... yeah, but like... in bed, too.

mmmmmm, lemme tell you somethin’, babe. the secret to a good night is… uh... whisky, definitely whisky.

i feel like i should be... doing somethin’... no, no, no—wait, i know what i should do... oh god.

no... seriously, are you... really into me? or do you just, like, wanna be part of the circus or something? i’d totally get it if you were…

this is... this is totally what... rockstars do, right? like, we... we... this is... uh... yeah, just roll with it!

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

yeah uhhh..

not the best…

they are decently long

and like a really dark brown

and they aren’t the nicest feeling ever when you give him head

but still, he’s fucking great so does it matter??

not really

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

really passionate

he really loves the emotinal aspect of sex

not just the pleasure one

he sees sex as a ritual to show someone how much they mean

he’s covers you in kisses and praise

and just constantly makes you feel like a goddess

j = jack off (masturbation headcannon)

he used to do it a lot

but not a BUNCH

because he had lots of girls

but with you?

barely ever

he’s a total sucker for mutual masterbastion though

honestly, the only times he ever jacks off is with you.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

voyeurism and exhibitionism

but like heavy on exhibitionism

as discussed earlier, he has fantasies about watching you get fucked by his bandmates

he honestly would watch any he’s close to fuck you tbh

voyeurism is more in threesomes/gangbangs

he likes the idea of being watched during sex

especially if his actions spark envy

bondage

now it's not too light but not too heavy

he likes tying you up so you can’t move

and he doesn’t mind being tied up himself

sensory play is a big one

especially blindfolds, floggers, and wax

due to his obsession with your ass, it becomes the main culprit of wax and flogging

but c’mon you don’t mind

semi-public play

like he’ll probably finger you at a booth in the bar

in front of all his friends

or you’ll give him a blowjob under the table.

but that’s about as far as it goes

in the public eye anyways ;)

impact play

he LOVESSS when you leave scratches all over him

when he looks in the mirror next morning he gets so overwhelmed

it’s like heaven on earth to him

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

okay now fight me if you don’t see it

but i feel like he’d TOTALLY have a sex dungeon at home

with ropes, restraints, sex swings, like literally EVERYTHING

so he would absolutely LOVE to have sex in there

your bed

just comfortable and easy to just pass out in after

but he does have a thing for bathrooms

especially in bars

throwing you against the wall and pounding into you at an ungodly pace?

fuck yeah

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

honestly anything

you just being you can make him insanely horny

when you laugh at a joke he tells, he just gets a massive hard on

he’s like “omg she thinks i’m funny. I’m gonna cum now”

but when you wear some short skirt, dress, or ANYTHING that reveals that ass??

ooohhhh boyyy it will be a LONG night

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he wouldn’t hurt your feelings

and he definitely wouldn’t make you insecure in any way

any of the…odd kinks

anything “too vanilla”

he doesn’t really like “just having sex” he likes to have a thrill to it

absolutely no life risking kinks

no gun-play or erotic asphyxiation

like he’s okay with choking but to the point where you literally can’t breathe? no way

this man has already died once, he does NOT wanna die again

and anything that doesn’t feel emotionally connected is a big NO

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

this is really a 50/50

he loves giving so so sooo much

just making you squirm in anyway is guaranteed to make him hit the roof

but he literally calls you “the goddess of head”

he cannot get enough of your blowjobs

it’s literally become a before-show ritual

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i talked about this a bit on the nsfw headcannons but again, this is another 50/50

well actually i lied

80/20

he mostly pounds into you like a jackhammer

but any other time he takes his time and explores your body

maybe it’s after a hard day where you just feel really down

and he shows you how beautiful you really are

or maybe he’s just feeling romantic

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they’re really only a spite of the moment thing

they only ever happen in those beloved bar bathroom breaks

or in the pre-show rituals

but he isn’t the biggest fan

he takes his time on you whenever he can

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

LOVES experimenting

he’s the type to get bored if sex stays the same

you guys totally have a kink jar that you pick out of when you wanna spice it up

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i’d say four rounds

about…forty minutes each..?

but that’s on like a really freaky ass day

the average day is like 1-2 rounds

like i said he takes his motherfucking time

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

this is mister “i have a sex dungeon guy”

and mister “i love making you feel good” guy

OF COURSE HE OWNS TOYS

but just for you

i really can’t see him as a guy that would need them for himself

but for you??

holy shit

he has like a color-coded drawer

i kid you not.

he fucking loves using them at any given moment

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s not the biggest tease

during buildup to sex he totally is

what’s with that look? you want something, don’t you? come on, say it.

what’s the rush? i like watching you squirm a little first

guess what? i’m not letting you sleep tonight. better cancel your plans tomorrow

come here. i want to hear you beg for it before i even touch you.

you look so damn good right now

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is one loud man

he lets out these guttural moans NO MATTER WHERE THE FUCK YOU ARE

let's refer back to you giving him head under a table. with all his friends there…so y’know you’d be getting down to business and he’d be talking to his friends all normal right? and then boom mid sentence

hey, did you grab my—ahhh, Jesus Christ—grab my leather jacket from the—uhn—van?

no, I’m totally listening, just... ahhh—ahh, f**—keep talking, keep talking…

but when you guys are at home.

holy fuck he like breaks the sound barrier

oh, fuck... god, just like that— (groans deeply, his words breaking off as he grips the sheets).

you’re gonna—ahh—kill me, babe. Holy... fuck

jesus christ, you’re—uhhnn—so fucking good at this.

i can’t—fucking—ahhh, you feel... amazing.

oh, my God... yeah, just—uhn—keep going, keep going...

you’re—ahhh—gonna make me lose my goddamn mind.

fuck babe... don’t stop, please don’t—ahhh—stop.

shit, you’re—uhn—driving me insane right now.

i can’t handle—ahhh—how good you are at this.

goddamn, you’re gonna make me—uhn—lose it, babe.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s secretly into being vulnerable

nikki might seem like he’s always in control, but when he’s with someone he really trusts, he loves moments where he can let his guard down.

maybe it’s letting you take the lead, or whispering about his deepest desires in a hushed, raw voice while you’re tangled up together.

if you ever gently cup his face and look into his eyes during an intense moment, he’d melt completely. he might mutter something like:

you have no idea what you do to me...

Ii’s rare for him to let that softer side show, but when he does, it’s deeply intimate and unforgettable—proof that, for all his wild energy, there’s a tenderness underneath he only shares with someone truly special.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

now i’m gonna make a guess and say we’ve all seen…the photos

but i should be allowed to have my own beliefs shouldn’t i?

in MY WORLD (and hopefully yours if you're reading this)

he is a beautiful 7.5 inch with a very slight curve to the right

he’s girthy

he’s got some light veins (lets pretend he didn’t inject heroin in his dick okay? okay cool. in the perfect world (daphne’s world) he does have veins left on that dick)

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it’s pretty damn high

he gets needy too

he will call you late at night if you aren’t with him

just so you two can masturbate with each other

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

well he doesn't really shut up

so like…an hour??

but if he’s really tired like 20 minutes

he will still talk lol.

he might just pass out mid sentence

[shnowyfox]

Okay so u ppl like the horseformers it seems heres some more designs :D

swindle isn't even rlly in the story tbh but here he is. he should NOT have an insignia because this is moreso a civilian swindle. he's a strong and resiliant little feller but really probably shouldn't carry all that shit around on a battlefield. i just dont feel like going back and fixing it. also! combiner teams uhhh they exist! but i think maybe instead of combining they're just in a herd together like soulmates but its besties u know what im sayin. heavily taking from his wfc design (why he has cloven hooves... i love his silly pedes) since we don't get any CONFIRMED visuals on him in tfone..

considering changing jet wings to "feather" wings? and making megatronus prime a griffin because the seekers are griffins.. The two chains across the chestplate btw are like a motif in his court. Megatron, Ironhide, and the high guard all fall under his court

and a d-16 :) dont mind why he looks so judgmental.. this was supposed to be a comic. giving arcee the side eye... glad i focused on the designs first i fucking love his shin guards he's so pretty

griffin seeker! specifically starscream here :) there is lore reason why they get a mane and organic wings btw

hound! under liege maximo's court, and like megatronus' chains, liege's court has a motif in the horns. again, no cogged form so i had to kinda blend his cogless one design with his idw and foc designs? i really like his funny chestplate in g1. forgot his insignia but he is a decepticon in this one he was one of the first teehee

still going between horse and lion for optimus. heres pax though with victory leo's body as his lower half :) he was born under alpha trion's court and also all the lions in the japanese continuity?? forgot his insignia but maybe this is also civilian era (drops my head on the table and screams) also theres no reason for him to have a halberd he doesn't use one i just.. put it in his hands.

and alpha trion these last two admittedly arent great because i drew them just now when i woke up. way too top heavy but i'll fix it later when i start finalizing everyone's refs (this fool thinks he'll be interested long enough to finalize designs).. forgot hsi fucking autobot insignia too </3 also might give those under his court a cape which would mean i could give orion pax a cape too teehee.

ty everyone for encouraging me btw i was straight up about to redesign them to not be centaurs (cringe) but i kept them as centaurs and i'm figuring out how to make it work in the story (based)

[strang3lov3]

get to know your moots!

ty for the tag, @ace-turned-confused!

what's the origin of your blog title?: title or username? strang3lov3 is a depeche mode reference. from their song strangelove lol. but my current blog title says "i'll lay you badly, but i'll lay you gladly" and that's just a quote from roman roy that i like lol

OTP(s) + shipname: mmmmm. bob and linda from bob's burgers.

favorite color: light blue

favorite game: most jackbox games, overcooked, tlou, silent hill 2 remake, unpacking, stray,,,,uhhh what else what else. there's this board game called azul that i really love.

song stuck in your head: okay. party up by dmx but the lyrics are changed to "y'all gonna make me shrink my dink up in here up in here" my fuckin brother in law started singing that when my niece and i did some shrinky dinks on saturday night so. so that's what's marinating in this brain of mine. who up shrinkin they dink rn.

weirdest habit/trait?: i crack like, every fuckin' joint in my body all day long. everything, toes, ankles, knees, hips, fingers, thumbs, wrists, back. it's like a visceral need. i feel Not Right if i have not cracked myself.

hobbies: writing, (attempted) gaming, knitting, drawing, watercolor painting, and spending time with my kitty babies ♡

if you work, what's your profession?: i'm a student! gonna be a high school history teacher one of these days.

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i think i'd just like to not work, like ever.

something you're good at: i am like...concerningly good at hanging paintings and making things level with just my eyeballs.

something you're bad at: being uncomfortable and tolerating pain.

something you love: the lazy river

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: the hierarchy of power between cats in a household. the cat who sits at the highest point of the room sees himself as above everyone else and he will take offense at the notion of being groomed. he is the one who grooms others because he is Top Cat.

something you hate: loudness. being sweaty. tomatoes. avocados.

something you collect: tattoos lol. and perfumes! i don't have the largest collection but i really love getting new perfumes. my most recent purchase is hypnotic poison from dior and i looooove it so much it smells like root beer, which is my favorite pop.

something you forget: to take my birth controllllll. lol. i could never take the pill on time so i switched to the ring, and i'm often late to putting a new one in oopsie

what's your love language?: i'm down to clown with all of the love languages tbh. i am a biiiig mushy love slut deep down. real ones know

favorite movie/show: succession, tlou, bobs burgers, what we do in the shadows, it's always sunny.

favorite food: pad thai, paneer butter masala, and then any combination of carbs + cheese. cheese fries, mac and cheese, breadsticks and cheese, whatever. gimme.

favorite animal: cats and raccoons, which are just like, wilderness cats lol. they're troublesome and i love them.

what were you like as a child?: shy but attention seeking. i am a middle child lol

favorite subject at school?: history + art class.

least favorite subject?: chemistry and physics. those can get fucked

what's your best character trait?: my loving heart, my empathy, my endless patience for animals.

what's your worst character trait?: i kinda...kinda run hot sometimes. and i have a hard time with letting go of anger.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: i'd make it just a liiiiiiittle warmer out. it's 6F, feels like -5.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: mmm probably not what the question is asking, but i'd like to go back fuck, 8 years ago now and spend some more time talking to a loved one who passed. our last conversation was him telling me that i could call him at anytime and he'd pick me up from an iffy situation, no questions asked. i'd also like to go back in time and meet my parents and grandparents before they had children

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!) diner by cuntoid ♡ it's a comfort fic to me

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FULL PRESSURE TAG THIS TAG IS THE EQUIVALENT OF ME SPRAYING YOU WITH A PRESSURE WASHER @beefrobeefcal ♡

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

the very cool epic post OK SO I SAW THIS POST UHHH HOW DID I NOT GET THAT NOTIF OH MY GOD THIS IS HUGE?? so, to show my support of this blog (hopefully), i thought of some new font stereotypes/looks! ------------------------------------------- (music for my little thing if you want to listen to some music as i think of stuff) Arial: Your average skeleton. Has a regular human-like skeleton, and isn't that outstanding. The most outstanding thing about this font type is the sheer amount. It is the most common type of skeleton. Garamond: A skeleton with a high amount of elegance, willing to be as helpful as possible, but not be as energetic as a Papyrus Font or a UPPERCASER. Futura: One of the first, sleek, and very rare skeletons. 1927 in human years, this type of font has been one of the oldest of this type, and is now also the most common. Being a dominant gene, skeletons born as a Futura will pass on the gene. If one of the parents bear the Futura gene, it is most likely their child will also be a Futura. Futura is much more common than a average "modern" font-typed skeleton, at around 1/1 Million. GoodDog: A silly font, a sort of hybrid between a Papyrus and a Sans font. This font can be as tall as around a Papyrus, and as funny as a Sans, and can also be the other way around. For these type of fonts, their case is very important to determine if they are more energetic, or more sneaky. Windsong: A semi-rare font, known to be not particularly rare, but also not particularly common. These fonts are known for their immaculate hand writing, being able to write in swift, beautiful, almost hypnotizing motions. These font types are often found in library's, enjoying a well written book. FFF Tusj: A older font, being around mid-way the timeline inbetween the first font and Papyrus and Sans. This font always has some tie to Geography, being able to create maps, the age of their font allowing their ancestry to master map-making, being passed down generations. Sea Side Resort: Often found at beaches or seasides, this type of font is incredibly good at swimming, as their bodies have adapted to the Sea Side, generations of their kind serving at sea side resorts to please guests, and welcome them. ------------------------------------------- here's some new case ideas too: Proper: The most common type of case. This case is the regular way most things are written, written in the way I am writing it right now. For the font section, I will write it in the way of their case to give a example. Title: The Second Most Common Case, Being A Mix Of Lowercase And Uppercase, This Case Always Has A Uppercase Letter At The Beginning Of Their Word, Talking In The Way Of This Section. ------------------------------------------- ALRIGHT THATS IT IM SORRY I JUST NEEDED TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT I JUST IT WAS TOO PERFECT OK IM SORRY

(AU LORREEEE!!! SOMEONE GOT THE AU LORREEEE!!!)

[likethecatiam]

An Update to this, with voice claims that came to me in visions:

Appalachian Roddy was fun but more often than not he sounds like Handsome Jack/Timothy Lawrence from Borderlands to me, or like Jerma. Depends on the day, but they all exist in a four way venn diagram in my head.

Deadlock specifically would be Michael Jones.

Prowl as Tom Hiddleston (subject to change)

Uhhh that's all for now because I have voices attached to other characters but I cannot recall the actors/characters I first heard those voices lmao.

Honorable Mention for Roddy: Flame Face from Dead Cells: Immortalis. The French version

Is there a conversation about accents and dialects from different Cybertronian cities? Have this been discussed or headcanonned yet?

Anyway I think it'd be fun if Rodimus had an Appalachian accent and Drift had a Jersey or New Yorker accent.

Megs is Scottish, cause idk Earthspark is influential.

Prowl is posh British.

Thunderclash is Canadian.

[t00thpasteface]

"it's very problematic to make your space aliens autistic-coded" SPEAK FOR YOURSELF 👽👽👽👽👽🛸🛸🛸 ALIEN LASER BLAST ATTACK ✨✨✨🌠🌠🌠🌠🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

[wild0moon]

zzz

[suja-janee]

(Mostly) Harumi centric doodle page for a friend