#bc i know id be worshipped like one ;)))

[ganondoodle]

1 year since i got scammed by nintedno leaving me forever yearning for a game we will never get and an extreme worry for the future

[reki-of-the-valley]

I collect husbands like pokemon

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

want to get back into tarot but my dad would nooooot approve

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

TENDER CARE. 18+

pairing. bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary. you’ve been feeling insecure lately and your boyfriend, bucky knows just the way to make you feel pretty

word count. 2847

warnings. 18+ only!! hurt/comfort, reader feeling insecure, lots of hand kissing bc that shit makes me weak, kissing in general, praise, body worshiping, oral (f receiving) little bit of titty stuff, unprotected pinv sex, bucky being the best bf. minors dni

It was late, the evening quiet - the winter moon, a bright slither of silver amongst the dark blue sky. 

As you lay in your bed, admiring her -the moon’s- beauty through the condensation of your window, your mind begins to drift, irrationality throwing hurdles at you. Your brain darting back and forth to those same thoughts you've been having more of lately - ones where doubt and insecurity flood any sense of logicality. 

You knew you had no reason to feel this way. Your boyfriend always went to grave lengths to ensure you felt loved and appreciated, showing you nothing but tender care. Though, there was just something in your brain, that little green gremlin instilling distrust within you - no fault to him.

You felt isolated with your sense of humility, often feeling as though you didn't have someone to confide in, someone to talk to. It wasn't an easy topic to bring up, and although you felt comfortable enough with Bucky to share your mind freely, this was something that you just could not stomach. 

Not only were you thinking about yourself, you were thinking of Bucky. The thought of admitting to him you felt insecure in your relationship felt like the highest form of betrayal. To confess to the man who's been torn apart and stitched together more times than one can count - that you felt unlovable, was something you couldn't bear. 

The amount of hurt you would cause him simply by sharing was enough to deter you. So, for that reason alone, you kept it hidden. Letting yourself wallow in the crappy feeling unaided. 

Your phone vibrates on your nightstand beside you, the screen obnoxiously bright - the white almost blinding you within your dim bedroom. Teary-eyed, you peek over at the caller ID, your boyfriend's name displayed beside his picture. 

You wanted to talk to him - to hear his voice, but you knew your wavering tone would give away your dismal state. So, you let his call go to voicemail, like all his others from this evening. 

Feeling guilt-ridden for declining his calls, you pick up your phone, deciding to send him a text instead. But when you unlock your phone, you see a pile of missed messages from Bucky, each text growing more and more worried at your sudden disappearance - his last one reading, 'I'll be over in 10' which was nearly ten minutes ago. 

You exhale in frustration, cursing yourself as you wipe your eyes - carefully blotting the sensitive skin with one hand, the other typing a response. You decided on a small, white lie, replying, 'sorry, I was sleeping.'

The second your thumb presses send, you hear a frantic string of taps on your door - the repeated sound of knuckles knocking. You take a moment to situate yourself before making your way to your front entrance, socked feet paddling over to answer. 

You peek through the peephole, your boyfriend on the other side - visibly distressed as he rakes through the front strands of his hair. You reach for the handle, unlocking the door with an expression you were sure to be disgrace. "I'm so sorry. I was in—" you start.

"Are you okay? You didn't answer. I got worried— I thought something happened," Bucky cuts you off, walking past you and stepping into your apartment.

You close the door behind him, turning to meet his frazzled features. "I know, I know. I'm really sorry. My phone was on silent, and I was in bed. I didn't see anything til just now," you confess, sharing parts of the truth.

He deeply exhales, gaze softening as he looks over you. He pauses, seeming like he's analysing you, eyes honing in on your evading ones. "What's wrong?" 

You knew your gag would be up sooner or later, but you didn't expect it to be this soon. Sometimes, it was like your boyfriend knew things about you before you even did yourself - as though you failed to remember who you were talking to.

"Nothing," you smile, kissing his cheek as you step past him. "Just tired— didn't sleep properly."

"Yeah?" he hums, not quite believing your half-truths. He kicks off his boots and follows you into your room, soft footsteps behind you like a shadow. "How was your day?" he asks, talking like he's scoping you out.

You sit on the foot of your bed, shrugging at him dismissingly. "Same old. How was yours?"

He steps towards you, eyes darting around your room before focusing on you - everything becoming more apparent. "Fine. Good," he nods, softly groaning as he takes a crouch in front of you, kneeling on the floor between your legs so he's level with you. "What's wrong? What's going on?" he asks, eyes following you with the movement of his head, brows narrowing.

"Nothing," you reply, speaking faintly. Responding minimally in case your voice were to break.

"No?" he questions, placing a delicate hand over your knee - the palm emitting warmth onto your skin through the fabric of your pyjamas.

You shake your head, bottom lip beginning to waver under his attention. 

"Then what's on your mind?" he asks gently, his tone warm and concerned.

"I told you," you avoid his eyes, looking down at your hands on your lap. "Didn't sleep well."

He sighs at your tenacity to push him away, head cocking to the side. He adjusts the stance on his knees, and your hands scramble for him - reaching out and holding onto him as if you were to stop him from leaving. Though only he wasn't leaving - he was just getting more comfortable. 

"I wasn't leaving," he murmurs, slipping his hands into yours, thumb brushing over the back of your hand assuringly. "Did you think I was going to leave you?" he asks, lips lining into a faint frown.

You notice his brows tug upwards in the middle, the tell-tell sign he was beginning to think too hard. "No, I was just— I... don't know."

"Well, I'm not," he responds shortly, speaking like he was being stern with you - tough love. "Now, what's going on with you?" he asks, his grip on your hand tightening with a reassuring squeeze, the silent act encouraging you. 

You inhale steadily, letting the air fill your lungs. "I haven't been feeling good."

He keeps his eyes on yours, following you. "Okay, why?" he questions shortly, wanting to get to the root of the problem as quickly as possible.

"I've been sad."

"Why?

You shrug. "I just have."

"I need more than that. Why have you been sad?"

"I don't know."

"Why?" he repeats, brows straightening.  

"Because I feel... ugly."

He hesitates, his shoulders slumping at your confession, visibly digesting your words. "Ugly?" he recites, the remark leaving a foul taste on his tongue. "Honey," he lingers, softly shaking his head.

Bucky stills, his forehead creasing with what you perceive to be pity. His mouth opens as though he's going to say something, only for it to snap back shut. He faintly sighs, bringing your hand to his lips. "You know that's not true, right?" he rhetorically asks, pressing a kiss into the back of your hand.

You don't say anything, the only reply being a short exhale and an awkward smile.

"Because I think you..." he pauses, kissing another patch into your hand. "Are the prettiest," a slow smile lining his lips - an expression that's now mirroring yours.

It was so simple. Everything Bucky did to reassure you - he did with ease. Just the tiny, loving act instantly melting the tension in your mind. His care for you pushing away any sense of self-doubt.

He peppers another kiss into your hand. And another - littering a short string of them over your wrist. "Don't listen to your brain, okay? She's not always right," he murmurs, expression softening like it was reassuring his words.

"I know," you nod, weakly smiling at him. "Just—"

"Hard. I know," Bucky finishes your sentence, nodding at you understandingly. 

He leans forward and places a soft kiss on the centre of your lips - his own brushing over yours sweetly, the action grounding and comforting. He pulls away first, eyes half-lidded as they glance over you, focusing on the almost pleading look on your face.

Your free hand reaches up to his face, palm enclosing his jaw as you bring him back in for a kiss - lips working over his more urgently than the time before. 

"Thank you," you mumble against his mouth, merely pulling away to show your appreciation. "You're so kind to me."

His grip loosens on your hand, now sliding both up to your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss - tongue slipping into your mouth willingly. His lips leave yours, trailing a line of kisses along your jaw and down the side of your throat. 

"Always," he murmurs, the short word muffling into your skin. Whispering, "I want to show you just how pretty you are."

A soft whine-like hum vibrates in your throat, the noise accepting his words eagerly. Your hand trails into the short strands of hair at the back of his head, fingers grazing his scalp as you hold him to the crook of your neck. Neck tilting to the side, allowing him more access to you as you reach for his jacket, pushing the fabric off his broad shoulders. 

He presses a final kiss into a patch of your skin and pulls away, looking at your ever-softening features - eyes and brows growing pliant under his attention. His hands slowly roam down to the hem of your t-shirt, fingers hooking under the fabric as they lift, pulling it off your head in a steady, swift motion.

You sit in front of him, chest bare and on display in front of him, letting him take you in - not shying away like you did earlier.

Bucky remains quiet, his eyes fixed on the lewd sight before him, silently storing the image for safekeeping. He brings his hands up towards your tits, cupping under each - holding them in his palms. "So beautiful," he hums, leaning in to place a kiss on the swell below your nipple, giving his attention to each breast.

He rolls them in his strong hands, delicately playing and toying with them, thumbs skimming over your sensitive, hardening nipples, pressing kisses into the skin above. He looks up at you from between your tits, eyes full of love, full of warmth - looking up into your blissed ones with nothing adoration. 

He places a hand over your middle - fingers spread wide as he nudges you backwards, silently and carefully laying you down. Your bare back against the covers with him kneeling on the floor between your spread thighs. 

Barely leaning over you, he reaches up to kiss a trail over your abdomen, lips skimming along your jittering stomach as his fingers slip into the waistband of your underwear and pyjama bottoms. He pulls them down - light tugs as he drags them off your hips and down your thighs, grazing kisses over your now-exposed skin as he undresses your lower half. 

Pulling the fabric off your ankles, he sets it aside, replacing the material that just covered you with kisses - lips grazing up the length of your legs, chaste pecks over your skin like he was worshipping you. The kisses trail higher and higher, reaching up to the crease between your thigh and cunt where he continues the worship, tongue faintly swiping over the skin.

Your hands worm into the roots of his dark hair, fingers locking on the shorts as you hold him to where you want him, guiding him to the needy little spot between your thighs. Chest rising and falling, inner thighs twitching as the anticipation builds in your stomach.

He situates himself in front of your pussy, lips mere inches away as he softly breathes over it - teasing you, his eyes locked on your trembling stomach above. He places a peck on the bottom of your slit. And another. Lining a stripe of kisses up your cunt til he reaches your clit where he skates past the nub, tongue skimming over it.

Hands working over your thighs and to your hips, he adjusts you, placing your legs over his shoulders - letting them drape freely over his blades as he delves in deeper between your thighs, caressing your plushy folds with his lips and tongue. 

You murmur the first half of his name only to be cut off by a whine, the desperate noise catching in your throat when he nips at your clit, his lips wrapping around the mound - tongue skillfully flickering across. 

The noises he muffles are lewd and obscene - gruff, soft groans as he adulates your pussy, pushing his mouth in closer. Your fingers tug tighter on his roots at the consuming feeling, back lifting from the bed in an arch, mindlessly grinding your cunt into his face. 

Within minutes, you become a twitching, moaning pile of mush, coating his chin with your slick as you cum - thighs clamping around Bucky's head between.

He places a final kiss on your pubic bone before pulling away, standing up with a chubbed-up cock in his pants, the area tenting after tasting you. You hold his gaze, looking up at him with blissed eyes and a stir in your stomach - the sight of him making your cunt twitch. 

He wipes the wet from his chin on the back of his hand, briskly drying his stubble before undressing his lower half - tugging down on his combat pants and boxers, letting the material pool around his ankles as his cock springs free. Full length hard and ready, tip leaking precum. 

You scooch up your bed, resting flat with your head on the pillow, eagerly awaiting him. Your thighs instinctively spread as he crawls up the bed and between your legs, slotting his lower half between you - anchoring his weight on his hands either side of your head.

He leans in to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his tongue, the residual creamy slick transferring onto your own. Cock absentmindedly rubbing up against your pussy, the faint friction making you whimper into his mouth.

Your hands hook into the hem of his t-shirt, fingers gripping the bottom of the fabric as you guide it up his back, pulling it over his head as you break the kiss - his chest now bare and up against yours. 

Balancing on his left metal hand, he dips the other between you, reaching for his cock, wrapping his fingers around the base. He gives himself a few short strokes, guiding his head towards you - pushing his tip through the slick of your folds, coating his cock in your wetness before sinking into you.

You take him at your own pace, walls fluttering and loosening around his shaft as he eases more of himself into you - your pussy swallowing little bits of him at a time. Your hand paws at his wrist placed on your hip, fingers enveloping around the thickness, silently pleading and begging him to get closer.

He looks down at the lewd sight of you spread out in front of him: your brows knitted, eyes soft, lips bitten - natural, unadulterated beauty all desperate and malleable for him. He notices the bliss cloud in your eyes and gives your glistening, stuffed pussy a final once over before hovering back over you, chest lingering above yours. 

His lips skim over your jaw, trailing even more kisses down the side of your throat, giving you easing, reassuring pecks as he slips more of his cock into you - distracting you from the dull ache. 

"You are so beautiful," he whispers into your skin, sealing the compliment with a kiss. "You really are," he adds, pressing kisses into your shoulder. "I don't know how you don't see it."

You bend at the knee, holding it at his side - the new angle opening your hips wider, allowing that last bit of his cock to slide in, head hitting at the hilt. You keep him snug to you, arms lazily wrapped around his neck, your other leg entangling with his as your lips shadow each other. 

The moonlit room fills with soft, wet clicking - the sound of your pussy and sticky skin hitting cuts through the bliss-filled noises that slip past both of your lips, lewd noises surrounding you in the dark.

Bucky pulls his forehead from the crook of your neck to look down at you, eyes hinting at something - like his mind was temporarily elsewhere.

"Earlier," he starts, his voice hoarse as his hips wind into you, cock rubbing your walls so nicely. "When you said that thing," he adds, following your eyes when they bashfully divert away. "You tell me when you feel like that... I'd be happy to remind you just how pretty you are."

a/n. I had an idea for myself, what?? and my first full fic in almost a year??

[tachimichishrine]

i’ve found someone who writes for tachi?? omg?? you’re writing is so amazing i love it! can i req an x reader where she’s like chuuya’s subordinate in the pm so she’s higher ranking than tachihara but takes an interest in him bc, hello?? who wouldn’t? so she starts to play specific moves that draw them closer together (ngl im thinking mastermind by taylor swift if yk the song) and when they’re finally dating he confesses that he knew what she was doing the whole time? aka intelligent slightly manipulative reader thinking she’s being slick abt it. thank youu!

<welcome to the corner of tumblr where we worship tachi and have no shame about it !!!!!!!!!!! OH FUCK YEAH I love this ask I love the idea and I love you, i've never heard that song before but woah it got my brain juices flowing, sorry it took centuries but here you go luv ♡>

"mastermind"

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tachihara michizou x fem! chuuya's subordinate! reader

warnings: mention of drugs/alcohol and drink spiking (dont try this at home kids) ; a little bit of gore/torture but it's one sentence ; for some reason there are some elements of kind of sort of yandere!reader that just manifested themselves grgrgr but barely i promiseee ; fluff + plot ; cursing n intended lowercase

it was the middle of the night, and your phone wouldn't stop ringing. you tried snoozing it, turning it on silent but it would keep vibrating on the night table aggressively. against your better judgement, you picked it up and took a look at the caller id.

"boss man 🤏🧍"

well, you couldn't ignore that.

"what the fuck do you want you short little shit, it's 2 in the fucking morning," you grumbled, then cleared your throat before actually pressing the green icon to pick up the line. "hello, boss. is there anything I can-"

"cut the bull, where the hell are you?"

"um, at home? sleeping?" you raised a brow that he couldn't see. "am I supposed to be somewhere?"

"you- forget about it. just get here, now."

now, he was really getting on your nerves. "get where? I can't read your mind, boss, what-"

he hung up.

you didn't have a problem with chuuya in general; he was a decent guy, sometimes. you got assigned to work under him in the fallout of his partner, the famed demon prodigy, disappearing. of course, he didn't want anything to do with you at first, and you would've felt the same if mori wasn't breathing down your neck to keep on it. so, you kept showing up on his missions a few minutes before he arrived, the information already extracted or people already beat to a pulp.

he still wouldn't budge, so you had enough of working so hard just to be his subordinate and exploded at him one day. he could barely get a word in as you yelled loudly and ranted about his inability to accept help. while he was speechless in the aftermath, you just sighed tiredly, handed him your phone number and said that you weren't going away anytime soon and you'd appreciate it if he would just let you work for him already. time passed and eventually you got his trust.

what you didn't get, however, was an explanation for why you were rushing to slide into clothing fit for the outside world and making your way to the port mafia headquarters. it was the only place he could mean, so you ran over there with guns strapped to your thighs and safety off. you had to plan for whatever the hell might've been going on, but all you saw was a nearly empty lobby.

you cursed under your breath, irritated that you busted your ass for no reason. from the corner of your eye, you found a familiar face and approached him.

"hirotsu," you walked over with a pissed expression, "do you know where chuuya is?"

"oh, chuuya isn't here. he told me he'd be sending someone to deal with it," he said following a polite nod of the head. "he needed the black lizard to perform a mission, but he's unavailable tonight. so, he said that he'd send you."

"he's unavailable?" your eyes nearly bulged straight out of your skull, but you caught the slight squint in his face. "oh. he's drunk out of his mind, isn't he?"

hirotsu nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so. mori only gave him this assignment tonight, and he was already intoxicated when he got the call. I was with him when it happened, so I suggested he call you."

"oh, he so owes me one after tonight," you chuckled, less angry now that you realized he was probably just collapsed on his couch at home and will have the worst hangover the next morning, which you could easily mock him for. well, at least that brightened your mood a little, aside from seeing the black lizard in action. you'd heard of them, ordered massacres through hirotsu but never been there to witness it. that would definitely be fun. "sooo, what exactly do I need to do? just be there or something? yell out 'fire!' like some kind of medieval war commander? 'cause I've always wanted to do that."

the old man was slightly amused by all of your excitement regarding the concept. he said that he just needed someone to be there in case, and you were technically of a higher ranking than he was. you told him that he was such a stickler for hierarchy; he retorted that you sounded like some guy he worked with named tachihara. who that was, you hadn't a clue, but you were assured he'd be there alongside another leader of the battalion.

the rest was a lot less interesting than you thought it would be. you strolled into an abandoned warehouse where the enemy was based with a small army behind you, and you stood there while they lined themselves at your side and waited for your word. you went against your inner child and ordered them to fire in a normal voice rather than a stupidly dramatic one, then you just watched the bodies fall. you glanced at the side to see hirotsu, who was intently scanning his surroundings to make sure there were no tricks. by his side, you saw a masked person and another man who was half-asleep, leaning against the wall.

you fell hard to the sound of gunshots.

maybe it was the way his entire body leaned onto the worn concrete, the way his foot was flattened against the wall and his hips slumped lopsidedly, the way his v-neck plunged down his chest from under his coat, the way his jaw sat tight and clenched despite his slender neck bending backwards to rest the weight of his head behind him. you pulled your gaze off of him since you were afraid of staring, but everyone was already dead and hirotsu was commanding the nameless suits back to hq. the man opened one eye - fuck, they were a glossy amber, some of the prettiest you'd ever seen - and scoffed while he followed them out. he walked like a textbook delinquent, hands in his pockets with awful posture, and you just watched him.

shit, what just happened? you exchanged some brief words with hirotsu as he thanked you for showing up, but all went over your head. you blurted out the question before you could think twice.

"which one of them was tachihara? out of the two who came with us. since, y'know, you were mentioning him earlier..." since, y'know, you couldn't get the picture of your mystery man out of your head and you needed to know his name.

following the affirmation that it was indeed the man with the bandage on his face, you at least had a name as you flopped back into bed at 5 in the morning. you didn't sleep, and you sure as hell couldn't get your heart to stop beating so fast.

something had unhinged inside of you, and all you knew was that you were going to have him.

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"boss, what'd'ya want me to do to 'em?" you yawned, half-asleep as you sat next to the hungover mafioso who was holding some kind of mystery drink in his hand while the other shielded his eyes from the light of day. you came over to his apartment - something which you knew he hated but was in no position to protest right now - and were simultaneously nursing him back to health and being a pain in his ass. "if word gets out that we annihilated the organization but two of their executives are still alive, our rep would take a hit."

"can you shut the fuck up," he groaned, body slumping further onto his fancy kitchen counter while you continued to laugh internally at him and his slightly pathetic situation.

"look, boss, I'll tell you what," you leaned down to his crouched over height and placed a cautious hand on his shoulder, "I'll take care of it. the whole thing. I just need your permission to grab the black lizard if I need 'em for support, but I can make sure it all goes away. and you can just sit today out and spend all day in bed if that's what you want. how does that sound, boss?"

he grumbled and passed out again; you took that as a yes.

you smiled to yourself as you picked up the unconscious body bridal-style, walked over to his bedroom and set him down. he complained loudly in undefined slurring, but you just shushed him and tucked him in under the covers. he was still trying to argue with you when you removed his hat, placed it at his bedside and then gently kissed his forehead and wished him a good nap. it was a little ironic just how much your boss felt like an uncontrollable younger sibling, but you would never say it to his face as you enjoyed the use of your unfractured limbs.

you tiptoed your way out of the apartment and the building, despite being fairly certain that not even an earthquake could disturb his slumber, with parts and pieces of your plan coming together. what you said was true, you did need to take care of those surviving executives. but you didn't really need the black lizard.

you only needed him.

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tachihara heard a gentle cocking of the gun as you glanced in his direction, waiting confirmation that he was indeed ready to storm the facility. you had managed to track down the runaways and corner them in their hideout, and decided you'd call for "backup"; you asked hirotsu for someone who was good with guns and mid-range fighting, since you knew that if you didn't specify, you might end up with the other commander of the black lizard. you didn't like leaving things to chance.

you tilted your head to the side, giving the signal for him to go ahead and sneak down the next hallway. he was eerily good on his feet, light steps as if he were made to be a spy. you did a lot of infiltration work on chuuya's behalf (his face - rather, his short frame - were too easily recognizable on the streets), and every second got you thinking of ways to subtly suggest to him that he provide backup once more on any one of your numerous infiltration missions.

for his part, tachihara didn't seem to be noticing all the coincidences lately. he didn't appear particularly deft or clueless, just indifferent as if he truly couldn't care less. instead of a faint pang in the backrooms of your heart, you felt a sense of challenge, like it was your mission to get him to fall for you because the good things in life are worth fighting for. besides, where's the fun in it if he wasn't playing hard to get?

the mission went by in a blur. you mimicked his mannerisms, ensuring that your movements were perfectly synced with his so that your gunshots felt more like a dance, synchronized bullet ballet. when all was done and the bodies were dropped, you shot him a faint smile.

he raised a brow, perplexed at your joy among the sea of blood, but you began clutching at your chest like he'd shot you with his glare and he chuckled a little bit. you could've sworn you fell in love with him all over again.

"say, I was wondering..." you thought out loud as you crouched down to the body of the target, pulling out a knife from your calf, "are you new? in the port mafia, I mean. I've been here ages and I don't think I would've forgotten someone who shoots like you do."

leaning on the wall while he watched you carve out their skin, peeling off a specific section that had their organization's signature tattoo, tachihara scoffed. "what's it to you?"

"just makin' small talk, don't get your panties in a twist sweetheart," you snickered, albeit screaming a little internally; you didn't expect him to be so resistant. you bagged the proof you needed to show your boss that you got the job done, then rose back to your feet. "alright, we're done here. thanks for the backup."

"wasn't like it was my choice," he rolled his eyes, although you didn't sense any true irritation in his voice. good, this is good, you can work with that.

"wasn't your choice, huh?" you repeated to yourself out loud. "how 'bout this, then: I'm gonna go grab a drink, so it'd be your choice if ya wanted to tag along, no?"

he murmured something about being busy and you tried not to let him see you frown as you walked out.

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this was your fifth "coincidence".

coincidentally, tachihara ended up needing to hand-deliver a message to chuuya, but you coincidentally bumped into him and promised to pass it on. he looked at you a bit suspiciously, but didn't say anything.

coincidentally, you were out drinking with hirotsu on the same day he was going to join the old man. you wouldn't go so far as to say that you played a part in the veteran's sudden diarrhea that left you two alone, but then again it was quite odd that you slipped some sort of substance in his drink right before. not that anyone saw, of course.

coincidentally, weeks of coincidences paid off. every time you'd run into him, need the black lizard or the other way around, he was starting to loosen up. you had a number of inside jokes and he spoke a little more on missions.

this time, you had to go negotiate with a foreign organization from which you imported an important number of your firearms. chuuya was available to go, but you pleaded with him to let you do this on your own, making up some lie about how sending an underling instead of an executive would show them that they are not the ones in control. he seemed skeptical but let you go.

soon afterwards, you whipped out your phone to dial his number.

"it's so unfair!" you complained to tachihara, groaning loudly as you combed through your closet for the right outfit for the occasion. "like I get it, he's busy and all, but dumping a mission on me last minute? sheesh, that's a cheap move, especially from chuuya. I've got 2 hours to figure out what the fuck I'm going to say to these people."

you left the phone on speaker while you pressed dresses against your figure, glancing in the mirror to see if it was the right one. "and it's a big organization, too! I have no idea what I'm going to do if things go south except get my brains blown out."

lies. if things went south, you would easily be able to make your way out unscathed. you were the right hand woman to a port mafia executive, not a scared little girl, but he didn't need to know that right now.

"would'ya like me to tag along? if they see one person, it might look like you were sent as a sacrifice, but if we're two, they'll know we mean business," he offered, as planned. you pumped your fists in the air and contained a squeal.

"hm? oh, you don't need to do that, tachi," you said softly, sliding out of your clothes and into your form-fitting outfit, making sure to check out your ass and reaffirm that you looked stunning. "wait! I'm just kidding," you giggled playfully, "it would mean a lot if you did. thanks."

he chuckled the faintest amount, and you made plans for when and where to meet. you told him that it was a high-end restaurant, so he'd need to wear something fancy enough to blend in, but of course the high-end restaurant was your idea. you'd planned it all in advance, setting up a corner in the back of a place that the mafia had under their thumb and inviting the organization there.

a date, it was a date, and it didn't matter if he didn't know it.

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"you look stunning, dear." he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, looking up with soft eyes you'd never have expected. he pulled out a seat for you and called the waiter to get you a cold glass of water.

unfortunately, "he" was the executive from the other organization, not tachihara.

awkwardly, your plus one stood in the corner with the rest of the guards, shooting you occasional glares that basically screamed, "why did I volunteer to do this, again?" you just laughed internally and told yourself that you'd take him out again as a way to make up for it, which was your goal all along. you adored it when all the pieces fell into place.

the negotiations were flawless. the man across the table from you seemed to be very willing to cooperate, and you figured his slight cracks at flirting might've been a part of it. the other part was that he looked positively jet lagged and you might've put a little something in his wine to mellow him out. you were sure he would've reached the same conclusion if he was sober, this was just a harmless little nudge in the right direction.

"10% increase on the price for a 20% increase on the quantity of firearms imported, then," you reiterated, smiling sweetly at him while he agreed to double what someone in their right mind would ask for. "lovely doing business with you, sir. I'm glad this didn't have to escalate."

he smiled softly, offering you his hand to help you up then nodding his head towards the exit so his goons would follow him out. you looked at the piece of paper he'd slid into your palm, a phone number etched into it, then watched him looking back at you with a wink. for a moment, you could've sworn you'd almost forgotten about tachihara.

"that was boring as fuck," he strolled over to you, clicking his tongue as he complained about his feet hurting from standing there for so long, saying that he wouldn't have worn a goddamn suit and tagged along if he knew all he would be doing is watching you flirt with some guy."

"that," you stressed, pocketing the number but trying not to think about it, "was not flirting. if I was whoring myself out for the mafia, believe me I'd put myself down with my own hand."

"oh yeah? brave words for a woman with a dress that tight on her ass," he scoffed, crossing his arms before he realized what he'd just said.

"tachi, you lookin' at my ass?"

he seemed at a loss for words, huffing angrily as he walked out and you laughed to yourself. he was so cute when he got angry.

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tachihara michizou was not an idiot.

he, however, did not know what to make of your behaviour towards him.

all these run-ins, all your conveniently-timed missions where you were down one person, every text you seemed to send at the perfect time. he knew your gaze lingered on him and he knew that you wore that dress for him, but he couldn't be sure about it.

confirmation came when he was casually chatting with chuuya over drinks.

"my damn subordinate has been so fucking weird lately," the executive slurred, gesturing for another glass while he toyed with the empty one. "reminds me of that fucking dazai... always plotting some kind of shit..."

"she sounded kind of pissed with you 'cause of that last gig with the firearms dealers," he retorted before downing his shot and slamming his fist on the counter out of adrenaline. "since you dumped it on her."

"huh?! the fuck you mean, dump it on her? she was practically beggin' me for that job, said she didn't want any backup either. I'm telling you, tachi, that chick's gone mad."

so it was a lie, when you called him, complaining. he wondered what else was a lie, but then he wondered why you would lie about that.

as if on cue, a message popped up on his phone with your name on it.

"are you free tonight?"

so he wasn't imagining things. for some reason, it got his heart beating, thinking about the fact that someone would do that for him. but, before he could respond, another ping:

"I got shot sorry lol I have no idea why I made it sound like I was asking you out. could you bring a first aid kit or something? thanks a ton!!"

he concluded on the fact that you were confusing, and that he wouldn't say anything about it, especially since you probably think you're incredibly slick about it. instead, tachihara excused himself from a very drunk chuuya and said he had to go.

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"ow, ow, ow! fuck, why don't you just pour the whole damn bottle on there, while you're at i- fuck!"

the whining was hard. you had to do it manually, making sure you actually sounded like you were in pain when really, your "fever" was from all the heat of feeling tachihara's hands on you as he dabbed the wound.

ironically enough, this wasn't planned. you genuinely did fuck up, the man you never called seemed to want revenge because he sent a few people to kidnap you. you only got grazed while you took care of all the henchmen, but it still hurt like a little bitch.

he was the first place your mind went to, as always. you managed to get yourself home but you couldn't reach the spot on the bottom of your ribcage where it sliced open without feeling a lot of pain.

and so, you just turned it into an opportunity to get him in your house, sitting on your couch, his hands on your skin that was barely covered by your shirt. the alcohol he was pouring onto the wound hurt but you couldn't feel anything except pure ecstacy.

"say, you're not bad at this," you fake winced as he pinched the skin together and just put a bunch of superglue on it. "you got... gah, you got experience as a medic or somethin'?"

"how exactly did this happen?" he ignored your question and instead helped you up slightly so he could wrap the bandages around your torso.

"remember the guy from the other night? well, he gave me his number and I never called, so he got butthurt and sent some goons to fuckin' kidnap me. or kill me, I'm not sure. I didn't really pause to ask 'em."

he looked as if he almost didn't believe you, pulling down your shirt and gently tapping on the spot he bandaged. "there, you're all set."

"thanks again," you smiled at him, groaning a bit as you sat upright. "I know it's late and you were probably doing some other shit."

then a slight pause. "if you want to crash on my couch instead of walkin' home, I don't mind."

the walk wasn't long, and he didn't feel tired at all, but he didn't tell you that. he just helped you walk over to your bed then got himself comfortable on your sofa.

you'd never been happier to get shot. maybe the universe was finally on your side, in its own weird way.

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the wound was fully healed and tachihara was yours.

it was the perfect excuse to him check on you, to have him come over and stay over as "protection in case someone tries to kill you again". both of you knew your excuse was bullshit, your plotting to get him by your side so painfully obvious now that he was getting closer and closer to you. by the time he was making visits on his own and smiling at you in the hallways at the port mafia, you didn't need to do anything anymore.

it was a wordless confession; both of you walking in the streets at night, going nowhere and not saying much. it was cold and you could see both of your breaths swirling in the air. you blinked and suddenly your faces were close, too close, and your body was leaning in on its own. his lips tasted like something your mind could've never guessed.

nevertheless, you were still addicted.

something about the kiss felt effortless, too. like you didn't need to do anything, say anything to get him to wrap his hands around your hips and pull you in close. this was the way it should be, easy and effortless. like you could wait patiently and he'd fall in love with you all on his own.

"have you seen my holster?" he called out weeks later as you laid down on your couch, reading a book as he looked around for the item.

"it's over here!" you called out, the holster expertly hidden in between the cushions because you wanted him to come over to you and find it. as he walked over to you, watching you wave it while dangling on your finger, a teasing look on your features.

"you're a conniving little shit, you know that?" he sighed with a soft smile, glancing at your hands as you set down the book by your side then sitting by your side. "if you wanna talk to me, you can ask like a regular person, y'know?"

his wide smirk as he looked at you pout, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you fake-sobbed into his chest. "you're so mean, thinking I'm lying!"

he grabbed your chin, gaze directly settling onto you with a look that said not to bullshit him. "you think I don't notice? when you kept bumping into me, us getting paired up on missions, even that time you said chuuya 'dumped' that job on you? yeah, you're cute but you're not a great liar."

you furrowed your brows. "if you knew, why didn't you say anything?"

"'cause I wanted you to tell me yourself."

"asshole," you pouted, laughing as you leaned towards him and kissed the tip of his nose. "I just didn't think... never mind, it worked, didn't it?"

he rolled over, laying you down on the couch and settling himself on top of you, making sure you were trapped. "being all cryptic now, aren't we?"

"maybe," you muttered between kisses, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him deeper. "... maybe... maybe you were just... I dunno, so pretty, and I thought 'fuck, he'd never go for me' and... I don't know, it's not important..."

"aw, look at you, gettin' all soft 'n mushy," he chuckled into your neck, smiling at your words while his teeth graze the tip of your earlobe. "keep talking 'bout how out of your league that I am."

"oh, shut up," you whispered, grabbing a handful of his hair and bringing his lips back onto yours so he would stop talking. "I'm tryin to open up here, you smug dipshit."

he grinned as his hand went down in between your thighs, parting them and opening up your legs. "I like the sound of that."

you squealed playfully and rolled him over, but the couch wasn't wide enough and you both fell onto the floor with a dull thud and a frenzy of laughter.

"seriously, though," he brushed your hair out of your face and pulled your hips so you were snug on him while you caught your breath and lowered yourself to kiss him again, "you're talkin' nonsense, baby."

"mmn, if you say so," rolled right onto his tongue. you believed his words, or maybe you didn't, but it barely mattered. he was here now, in your arms and telling you everything you wanted to hear. he said that he knew of your antics, yet the truth was that he couldn't do a damn thing about it if he wanted to.

all because you're a mastermind.

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

OK OK HEAR ME OUT, tav/reader/whatev and haarlep tormenting raphael.. bonus points if reader is his own warlock. and by "tormenting" i mean tying him up and double teaming him :3 what does he have horns for if not to be used as handlebars...also i think haarlep would enjoy oral from him if not just for the power dynamic. bc raphael only cares about his own pleasure so why would he give them oral.

bonus bonus points if aftercare cuddles!! being half human i think he would yearn for non sexual physical touch but in a sick and twisted and evil way. but he would be too embarrassed to ask for anything like that. he is like a cat. I want to see him give in to the dark side... (receive cuddles) (even tho he doesnt deserve it)

i imagined this as reader/tav having a wiener/strap and being nonbinary (toootally not my own tav haha whatttt) but id love to see what u decide to write if you want to make anything out of this idea!!

gn tav, he/him for haarlep

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“So…what are we thinking?” The demon croons. He's a wicked creature. Tav can only dream about reaching that level of dark allure one day. Haarlep's claws drag ever so gently up Raphael’s thick, naked thigh as he circles the bed like a predator toying with its food. The muscles beneath Raphael's ribbed cherry-red skin are taut with tension. The devil's expression is molten, either with desire or burning rage – likely both. “He's been very well-behaved, but I still want to play a little more…”

On their haunches at the foot of the bed, Tav observes their Patron. Raphael is spread out across his own silk red sheets, infernal rope around his wrists and ankles. Sweat dampens his temples, broad hairy chest, and strong shoulders. His cock strains, stiff and weeping, between his legs. His tail thumps. This isn't the first time Tav has witnessed him debauched in such a way. Far from it, now that they've been included in the devil's naughty games. Raphael’s sexual appetite was a surprise, but not unwelcome.

Sometimes you just want to get fucked really hard, a wise man once said. Tav hopes Astarion is doing well.

“You've played enough,” Raphael growls. He tests the strength of the bonds holding him. It's mostly for show. He could easily free himself if he wanted to. That, Tav thinks, is part of the thrill. Raphael is a magnanimous and generous enough master to allow his pets their fun. That he receives worship and satisfaction in return is surely just a bonus.

“Oh, but we haven't,” says Haarlep, pouts his lips. He crawls onto the bed up near Raphael's head, trailing his hands down his borrowed bare body. Squeezes his borrowed cock. Raphael inhales sharply. The incubus in his shared skin smiles. “I'm all hot and bothered, you see. Your little mouse is, too. We want to enjoy ourselves.”

Haarlep isn't wrong. Tav's been aroused and aching since they started. Raphael always makes them feel wild and out of control of their body. Something the devil likes to take advantage of sometimes. Tav says nothing, though. They like Haarlep (a lot) but Raphael is the fount of their power, and Tav is a good, obedient little warlock. Mostly.

“Do not forget your place, Haarlep,” Raphael snaps. “You are to serve me, not the other way around.”

“I could hardly forget when you make me wear your skin all the time,” says Haarlep, airy, unconcerned. He absently rubs his hands over his own chest, plucking his nipples with a serene smile. Raphael hisses. His poor nipples are deliciously sore, overstimulated, fat and hard just like his cock where his pets have been toying with them. “But that does pose an interesting question for me. Since I’m in your form, and you’re the master of the house…doesn’t that make me the master, too?”

“That is not how this works and you know it,” Raphael scoffs, almost amused. Until Haarlep presses the pad of one clawed finger into his cock’s tiny slit, drawing forth a sticky string of precum. Tav hungrily watches the incubus rub that glob of cum between his fingers and thumb, then stick them in his mouth to lewdly suck them clean. Raphael watches, too, jaw clenched. Haarlep smiles. He adores attention.

“Oh, but I think it might,” he says, wetly smacking his lips. “I think, when you’re laid out like this, drenched in lust and desperate for release…you are in my domain, and I am absolutely the master here. Fitting that I wear your skin, I suppose, though I’d hardly need it to take you apart. Isn’t that right, Mousie?”

“Uh, well…” Tav fumbles, unprepared for being put on the spot. Haarlep laughs, a little cruelly.

“Not a thought in that sweet, empty head of yours, is there? I’d say it’s because you’re so loaded up on my venom, but we both know you don’t need it to start falling all over yourself for me. Ah, and for our true master, of course.” Though Tav squirms, they aren’t really ashamed. The incubus speaks the truth, and they’ve long-since learned to come to terms with it. Being in the Hells, being a warlock of Raphael specifically, has done wonders for their inner hedonist. Haarlep’s tail sways lazily to and fro. He’s clearly having a fantastic time. He doesn’t get to indulge like this too often.

“Haarlep,” Raphael barks. Tests the bonds again. Their infernal runes flare.

“Someone’s getting impatient,” Haarlep says to Tav, who grins. The demon leans down to catch Raphael’s mouth in a filthy kiss, forked tongues entwining. As they kiss, they bite and snarl like the hellish creatures they are, and Tav stares, mouth dry, heat pulsing between their thighs and in their belly.

Watching these two handsome fiends carnally feast on each other is one of the most erotic things they’ve ever seen. They crush their legs together, flush with desire. They think they might understand why Raphael enjoys watching his pets kiss and fondle each other the same way. Of course they know Haarlep is also doing this to load Raphael up on aphrodisiac. It makes their master much looser with his inhibitions, allowing him to deny culpability if pressed (the sex pollen made him do it!) He’s already been dosed, but Raphael’s tolerance for incubus spit is high. Tav knows when it hits him because they see the devil’s dick twitch, a fresh pearl of cum ooze from his little hole and dribble down his ribbed cock. Tav can’t resist; they crawl on hands and knees to lick up that hot, salty trickle of cum. Raphael’s cock is warm and unyielding under Tav’s tongue and he jerks his hips, groaning into the humid cavern of Haarlep’s mouth. Haarlep breaks their noisy, violent kiss to tut at Tav.

“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He coos, condescending. A thin ribbon of bloody saliva still connects his lips to Raphael’s, the devil looking wrecked already. Cheeks dark with blush, pupils wide. He pants for breath, fangs shining, expression stormy. Haarlep strokes one claw along the edge of Raphael’s harsh cheekbone, smirking at the way the devil unconsciously leaned into the touch. “That’s alright. I want to use his pretty mouth in other ways. What do you think, Mousie? Should I stuff my cock down his throat? Or should I make him put that silver tongue to use and lick my cunt until I come all over his face?”

Both are amazing possibilities. Which one should Tav choose?

[creatingblackcharacters]

[ ID: Two pictures of Shug Avery from The Color Purple movie adaptation side by side. One is from the 1985 movie played by Margaret Avery and the other is from the 2023 movie played by Taraji P.Henson end ID]

So this is Shug Avery from the movie adaptation(s) of the book The Color Purple by Alice Walker. I really like her in the movie and the book. Though in the book she breaks the protagonist Celies heart.

She is a force of nature tbh. I love how Shug brings fun and lightness into the otherwise grim world of Celies life. I love how they get into a relationship with each other as two women, reviled by the world for different reasons. Shug is a blues singer and no one approves of her sexually free lifestyle as well. They think she's a devil. Initially shes really really hurtful to Celie( "You sho' is ugly!") but slowly she changes and apologizes for her past behaviour, by being herself she helps Celie find her own steps in the world, even without Shug

And despite everyone thinking she's a godless loose woman she actually worships God in her own way which really touched me as a religious person(Shug : More than anything God love admiration.

Celie : You saying God is vain?

Shug : Nah, nah. Not vain. Just wantin' to share a good thing. I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field and you don't notice it.

Celie : You saying it just wanna be loved like it say in the Bible?

Shug : Yeah, Celie. Everything wanna be loved. Us sing and dance, and holla just wanting to be loved. Look at them trees. Notice how the trees do everything people do to get attention - except walk?[they laugh] 

Shug : Oh Miss Celie, I feels like singing!)

It felt very real and organic as a philosophy to me. Maybe I'm just idealistic.

There's also an added thing in the movie which wasn't there in the book about her father being a priest, and then having significant clashes over their ways of life but she still wants his love. I wasn't much sold on the parently relationship but the scene where Shug walks to church singing (Maybe God is Trying To Tell You Something') is full of pathos and exuberance and inner feeling thrown out into the world. It's wonderful.

They call her Shug cus she's as "sweet as sugar" and I'm inclined to agree. I'd love to see her singing in real life if it were possible😁

The book/movie takes place in the rural South of USA during 1910-1940.

I had to remember that you're advertising to the readers of the page and not just me, bc I was like "trust I know who Shug Avery is" 🤣 but yes The Color Purple is one of my favorite Black classic movies. "Sinners got soul, too." Amen and hallelujah. Celie is my obvious favorite in the movie. You can tell just how much older it is, because Squeak is played by the same lady who plays Mama duLac in IWTV. it's like whoa. Where has the time gone. An iconically stacked cast.

[jamman42]

Characters/storys I think if they were real they would be a buzzfeed unsolved ep

Steve Rogers

Ok think about Amelia Earhart and how no one has found the plane? Imagine a symbol of power for the US in wwII just disappears one day, some say he crashed into the Arctic, others say he was captured yada yada. Such a case they would cover if cap was found a couple years later than he was. Bucky might also work with this mind set

Crowley and Aziraphale

Video title would prob be ‘ mysterious husbands that have appeared all throughout history’ Crowley has been EVERY WHERE IN HISTORY however he changes his look alot. However Aziraphale hasn’t really hidden himself or changed, ever. So he would be the weird nice man that the entire street thinks has been around since the 1800s and does not like customers at all. Imagine all the pieces and statues that Corey has probably had done of himself throughout history. It just looks like the same dude except one isa picture from the 1900s and the other is a statue from ancient rome. It would be an awesome ep

Hannibal/ The Chesapeake Ripper

Watch the show. No one knows who this killer is?? (Other than us watching the show but even then I can barely tell) Plus the copycat killers. He has a very specific style of killing and is very theatrical but is impossible to find, they would probably say he is a theatre major . All the theories would be very interesting to watch

The Winchester brothers

I have not seen supernatural (I know im uncultured) but my friend loves it and to my understanding, two brothers just go around the country trying to investigate paranormal activity with a man who might be an angel, and ‘fist fighting god’ (what the hell??) according to my sources. Maybe they would just be friends with Shane and Ryan and make a cameo on the show.

Trying to figure out any superhero identity (dc, marvel, ect)

Id imagine all the dumb theories and maybe even trying to get them on the show and investigating them. Spiderman would DEFINITELY get on the show just to fuck with em, especially toms spiderman bc hes a genz icon

The tardis/ the doctor

A box that just appears throughout history, no matter the time period despite being made in the 1950s , people would FREAK OUT. Like Rose Tyler for example she was missing for what a year ? And came back with a strange man out of a police box. A person called the doctor that is worshiped throughout history and sometimes there are photos of the same person in completely different times.

Thats all i could think of at the moment please tell me if you have more <3

[sleepnowmychild]

Ohhh, fellow hypnos lover, feel free to use this ask as a hypnos infodump if you'd like ! I love talking about the gods and if you have any worship/ tips about him if you wouldnt mind sharing id be very greatfull !

Bless

-valerie

HELLO FELLOW HYPNOSER!!!

Time for tips and info dump ramblings bc I’ll absolutely take the chance.

Tbh he’s kind of the only one I’m a full blown devotee too, I’ve always been weirdly into the entire concept and idea of sleep as a whole (autism moment??? My own history of sleep issues??? Unclear) but I do still respect and honour all the others. And admittedly I have a bit of an intrigue about the whole Zagreus Dionysus connection and it’s history. I grew up on a vineyard so maybe the whole grapes and wine of Dionysus gives me nostalgia haha.

I’m a bit of a lazy worshiper because memory issues be issuing, but my entire night routine is built around good sleep and devotion. I know it’s a common Hypnos tip but good sleep schedules is a top notch way to worship. I also keep a lot of the devotional or personally meaningful things I have on or around my bed. My bed has kind of become like a second altar in a way, a sacred space. My childhood toys, bedding I bought specifically because it reminded me of Hypnos etc. it’s basically an altar you can sleep in lol.

I could ramble for a million years but funny enough, I should go to bed rn.

Get some sleep and sweet dreams fellow Hypnosers.

[mewmeomei]

streamer!twst : savanaclaw (platonic ver.) edition !!

romantic ver here!

heartslabyul , savanaclaw , octavinelle , scarabia , pomefiore , ignihyde , diasomnia + bonus

a/n: sorry in advance for literally this whole fic i don't even know what im writing anymore after the second sentence of leonas

desc: what if they stream? and what if you're their friend??

characters: leona kingscholar, ruggie bucchi, jack howl

(gn! reader)

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leona kingscholar !

tbh.. i cant really see him streaming

so he wouldn't stream

but without him really knowing he's a pretty famous uh

sleep streamer 😁

yeah so ruggie needs 💲💲💲

so he thought that secretly streaming leona sleeping will be a great income source

and yes it is

and now leona is even more famous than he already is

almost everyday there will be a stream on twsts streaming platform

of leona sleeping his life away in the botanical garden or in his room

he gets like plenty of donations each stream of people thirsting over him sleeping

well after a few days of getting secretly put on live he found out

well why wouldn't he 💀 clips of him sleeping are literally all over the internet at that point

he IMMEDIATELY knew who was secretly putting him on live

ruggie didn't have a good day that day

actually he felt kinda good about the fame he was getting so he didn't tell ruggie to stop streaming him.. sleeping

well now he occasionally glances at the small hidden camera

his chat goes feral and gives him even more money 💀

ofc all the money goes to ruggie

but in return for helping ruggie earn even more money he gives him more work than usual 🙈

fair enough ig

and ruggie informs him whenever he put him on live

he looks at the chat of his livestream whenever he's not sleeping on live

gets concerned

also he sometimes pulls out his chess board just to play with the viewers

he wins everytime ofc

gets even more donations

at this point ruggie is rich

he has over 2m followers 💀

honestly if leona sleep streams are real id actually watch every one of them.. haha

farena probably asked him why tf he's streaming himself sleeping

"aren't you already rich enough"

"it's for charity"

farena never brings it up again after asking

cheka sometimes crashes his stream

like barge in his room, screams, land himself on top of leona

he sometimes frown VERY hard when chekas here or he's like straight up rethinking his whole life

goes viral once again

credits to org artist i jst added hair ❤️

with (name)!

actually came up with the idea for leona sleep streams

gets 30% of the money from the stream

also the mod for his streams

they also got confronted by leona when he found out the idea was originally theirs

now whenever he passes by (name) they get slapped by his tail

sometimes sneaks to wherever he's sleeping to adjust the camera

and then takes a close up pic of his sleeping face and shows it to chat

chat worships (name) just bc of that

^once they tried to get a even closer picture of his face

leona suddenly snores

(name) flinches and then the phone just cutely slipped out of their hands and then landed right on his face 🥰

he immediately woke up and started glaring at (name)

they ha ha'd then runs away with leona on their tail

ruggie was also there and he thought this was perfect content material so he grabbed the "hidden" camera and started chasing the two of them

leona caught them after a few seconds and put (name) into a temporary paralyzed state 💀

"first the whole stream idea and then this? heh, you're really brave, herbivore."

ruggie bucchi !

aside from managing the leona sleeping stream channel

he does his own streams too 🥰

i think he'd be a mukbang streamer that rants a lot

he only streams whenever he has like a table full of food

and its always around his dormates so there's constant fighting in the background

he streams with his crusty phone that somehow is still working

screen quality is probably always 144p 💀

and he streams with those cheap ass earphones

the mic quality is so crusty his streams are actually funny

"yea so leona isnt as- 🔇🔇🔇🔇🔇 -am nam nam nam nam"

his livestreams summarized

he still managed to get like 400k+ followers.. like

you almost cant see bro, you almost cant hear bro, and there's sweaty beastmen wrestling in the background

honestly you cant even tell whats going on

he sometimes films other beastmen and gives commentary after eating

it turns to national geographic real quick

im running out of ideas so heres a drawing

with (name)!

(name) occasionally joins him in streaming

they eat together while talking shit about certain people

sometimes they steal each other's food when the other is distracted

chat always tells on them

it's usually ruggie stealing (name)s food

once they got so fed up they just took ruggie's whole plate and ate it

he was so upset :(

let's just say chat threatened (name) till they reluctantly gave their plate of food to ruggie

he immediately went from "sniff how could you you monster 😞" to "lmfao sucks to be you😹😹"

a food fight probably broke out once in savanaclaw while ruggie nd (name) were streaming

ruggie was holding onto his phone for dear life forgetting hes on live 💀

you could see him getting hit by food and even more blurry images because of him running away 💀

afterwards chat could see them both covered in food

ruggie just slowly eats the food off of his body while he and (name) side eyes each other

chat kept screaming at him to stop

someone donated 1k just to try and get him to stop 💀

"what? these are still edible. this stream was a major fail, tho."

jack howl !

fitness streamer

if he decides to stream he will do workouts inside his room

before starting to workout he'd literally scream "LETS GO!!" with a shit eating grin while doing that fist thing 😞

^this grin

his camera quality is weirdly high

you can see his skin glistening and shit

he got fitness motivational quotes appearing on his stream every 5 minutes 💀

finding these quotes took 30 years off of my life

he talks to himself while working out so you could hear "oh yeah i feel my abs" or something along the lines sometimes 💀 (when he said "oh yeah thats workin my abs" in the tsum tsum event i literally wanted to die)

his chat is serious & supportive of each other and um its well uh er uu nm

unsurprisingly he does have simps

they're his top donators

although he doesn't quite understand why they give him money jst because hes attractive 💀

sometimes drags his friends to workout with him and its funny seeing the guests struggling to keep up w him

chat could see jack being jack and then the guest dying behind him

"please let me go.." "im sure you can still move for a bit!" "I CANT MY LEGS ARE GONNA DIE" -probably ace

with (name)!

a victim too

jack is nicer to them for some reason

there's a bias here 🧍

but still (name) looks ready to ascend to heaven at the end of each stream

once they actually tried to crawl out his room

wowzers they did it

suddenly they gained their leg strength back and starts running full speed

that time jack has his camera on his head

he was doing a pov stream LMFAO

he found out immediately and he went up and chased after them

its like those parkour videos because of them running up and down with jack flipping over tables 😭

then it turned into hide and seek 💀

although it didn't last long cuz jack could literally smell (name)

he then lifted them up over his shoulders as they try to wiggle out of his grasp 💔 #save(name)

but after getting back he just let them sit there and watch him work it

(name) was so happy they donated like half their money to jack before getting refunded 💀

that stream made him go viral LMFAO

"yeah.. sorry 'bout today. wont force you to do it if you don't want to anymore. still, ill invite you to join me tho."

[sn0wd0g]

Angel stuff, not really a vent, more like kinda sad yearning and stuff

Had a day out w my family and we got lunch and stopped by a bunch of cute stores and in one of them there where these simple silver rings with a single star on top, some had a moon. My angel heart ached because i didnt have money on me and didnt want to ask for it (bc id feel guilty). The reason why it pains my heart that i didnt get it was bc in my experience of being an angel, i feel so incredibly connected and intertwined with the stars, i cant describe it. I know i silently worshipped the moon, in my own way i treated her like a diety. I was a horrible person as an angel, and im on this earth to earn my divinity and powers back, but i know she was my light, my lady, the center of my universe back then and shes still a part of my soul. Im sorry, My Lady, that i couldnt be your stars today.

[mask131]

Roman gods are not Greek gods: Minerva

MINERVA

When Riordan wrote about Minerva in his “Heroes of Olympus” series he got one thing right: the Romans stripped Athena of all of her military aspects. But he also got one thing wrong: Minerva wasn’t just some secondary or minor goddess… She was actually one of the big shots of the Roman pantheon.

Minerva is actually one of the “ancient” Roman gods, with roots dating back to the Etruscan religion. In fact, she was “introduced” into Rome thanks to the Romans defeating one Etruscan city that had Minerva as their patron-goddess – the victorious conquering Romans took her statue into their city, and this is why the oldest nickname of Minerva is “Minerva Capta”, the captive Minerva. And she quickly climbs up the religious social hierarchy – quickly making her way into the Capitoline Triad… What is the Capitoline Triad? It was one of the two big main triads of gods in “classic” Roman religion, a triad so called because they were worshiped on the Capitoline Hill, and which consisted of Minerva, Juno and Jupiter – it was a reflection of an earlier triad of Etruscan gods (Tinia, Uni and Menrva) – and it was basically the tip-top of the gods, the king, queen and “princess” of the gods, a divine royalty who was supposed to protect the Roman city and act as “guardians” of the Roman Empire itself.

As everybody knows, during the Hellenization, somewhere around the third century BC to be exact, Minerva was assimilated to the Greek goddess Athena – but unlike Athena, who was a military goddess, Minerva was not a deity of war. I talked about it previously in my breakdown of Mars, but basically all of Athena’s military attributes (goddess of strategy, of victory, of a civilized and lawful, reasonable war, of a war only here to maintain or create peace) were already carried by Mars, so they didn’t need a second deity like that. Rather, the Romans focused on two other attributes of Athena, which were the two big domains of Minerva.

First one was intelligence – Minerva was the goddess of wisdom and the “high thought”, a patron of schools and students, and her knowledge also made her a goddess of doctors and healing – Minerva Medica (which was rather the attributes of Apollo and Asclepios in Greek mythology). And the second one was crafts: Minerva was THE goddess of craftsmen, industry, and by extension had a hand in commerce, Mercury’s domain. Craftsmen guilds revered her very particularly – during her day, the fifth day following the ides of March, her supposed “birthday”, all the craftsmen went to her temple to offer her a sacrifice, and it was why it was called the “artificum dies”, the day of the craftsmen. Plus, at the crossroad between intelligence and crafts, Minerva was also a goddess of the arts, and a patron of musicians to be precise (with a special care for flute players, reflecting Athena’s association with the flute, and trumpetists). In general, Minerva is so close to Athena’s portrayal (minus the war aspect) because she was directly uprooted from the Etruscan mythology, which itself had been Hellenized before the Romans arrived. So it was easy to project a lot of Athena’s figure onto Minerva: her perpetual virginity, her sacred bird (the owl), her association with Arachne or Medusa. In fact, a very important piece of knowledge: the story of Athena being the one transforming Medusa into the monster she is today is wrong. Wrong because in Greek mythology, Medusa was born a monster out of monster parents, and Athena had nothing to do with her until Perseus arrived. The whole story of “Medusa was cursed for being raped in a temple” is actually Roman in origin, and so it was Minerva to blame, not Athena.

Mind you, due to the Hellenization, the “military” nature of Athena did not completely vanish from Minerva, even though it became minor and shared – the only real military aspect of Minerva shows up during her festival, the Quinquatrus or Quinquatria, five days around the equinox of spring, during which the goddess appears in arms, weapons are purified, there is a forbidding of spilling any blood or fight with any weapons, and there are young soldiers fighting in an arena in her honor. BUT the thing is that this festival was co-shared with Mars, the actual god of war – and these soldiers fighting in honor of Athena were fighting in Mars’ field, so there is a confusion as to which god belongs which part of the festival… Except for the fifth day, the Tubilustrium, which is all about celebrating musicians, and especially those I called the “trumpetist” earlier – actually the players of the “tubae”, ritual trumpets that were said to have been invented by Minerva, and wich were used during sacrifices, funerals and the fights organized in honor of the goddess.

But despite these leftovers of a military aspect, Minerva stays for all Romans primarily a “prudent and courageous goddess watching over everyone’s home” and, as Ovid puts it, “the goddess with a thousand jobs”. Ovid notably heavily described Minerva as the goddess responsible for the education of young roman children, and the deity little boys and girls should pray to obtain wisdom and knowledge; he also describes her as the inventor and patroness of the art of weaving (thanks to the Athena projection), adds that she rules over all jobs, from sculptors to healer passing by magistrate, and that finally any manual craftsman should never forget to honor the goddess and offer her a part of his salary, else he’ll lose an arm – but if he does, he will win the favor of the goddess of “professional success”.

Speaking of Ovid, he told a very specific story about Minerva and Mars that shows another specifically Roman side of the goddess… According to him, Mars had fallen in love with Minerva, but since she seemed to reject any of his attempts at courting her, he asked help from a secondary Roman goddess, Anna Perenna. Now, Anna was lusting after Mars herself, and so she organized some sort of secret night rendez-vous/union/marriage, where she disguised herself as Minerva in order to… let’s say “access Mars’ bedchambers”. But then Anna Perenna revealed her true identity – and openly laughed and mocked Mars for thinking he could ever get in Minerva’s bed. While it seems on a surface level a bawdy story of trickery, humiliation and rape (Romans love rape), actually it is also a reflection of the de-militarization of Minerva. Anna Perenna doesn’t just mock Mars because Minerva doesn’t love him – Anna Perenna’s mockeries actually reflect how a deity of battle and wartime such as Mars will never be able to form a couple with such a peaceful goddess of crafts and household as Minerva.

Interestingly, while Mercury seems to have found a huge “provincial” success in Gaul, Minerva also seems to have found a similar “frontier success”, but in Britain, where she was heavily worshiped as a healing deity and associated with local goddesses of healing waters and hot springs.

As a final point, we see again here the “practical” nature of the Romans applied to Minerva, in a similar way to what I described with Mercury. If you remember, Mercury’s eloquence isn’t the one used by messengers, ambassadors or thief and tricksters, but rather the one of peace-negotiations, merchants and traders ; and here, while Minerva shares Athena’s “intelligence and wisdom”, it isn’t the one of cunning heroes, philosophers or strategists like Athena – but rather the intelligence of doctors, of school pupils and of talented craftsmen. A much more “practical” intelligence.

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Anonymous asked:

The way I want absolutely nothing to do with other Hearts in any way shape or form bc it makes me question how valid I am compared to them (among other reasons) even tho I know for a FACT there's only one of me 😭😭😭😭

My kintype is just so distinct in its lore and how different it is to other ones…… Becoming "Whole" was abandoned centuries ago, "taking control" is becoming God-like, we didn't live in any "headspace" we lived in a city between worlds!

And yet I'm still so connected to being Heart, in-spite of all that. I may be unimaginably distinct, but I will still hold every consistent quality that makes me Heart: hating Mind, being the emotional side, association with purple, black, night and the Moon, bad eyes, pretty much everything personality and appearance-wise, and boy, oh boy, do I love to walk.

I feel bad because sometimes I meet CCCCkins who I genuinely think are cool, but it's like they have someone apart of them who identifies as Heart, or a hearttype (heh) of Heart, or even so much as a synpath of Heart and I just want nothing to do with them after that.

In all honesty, I just wanna see Soul again. He was always fed up with me, sure, and he was very emotionally distant. But he was what I could only imagine the closest someone like me could feel to a father.

I don't get parents. I don't understand them. Even in this life, parental love is something I cannot comprehend.

He was my Host. I was his parasite. It may not seem like there was something there, but by the burgundy stars in our galaxy it mattered. Someone of authority, someone I could worship, respect, listen to, bask in the light of, what a marvel! No human could ever understand the pure ecstasy of having someone you live to impress, yet still find gravels of affection bitten between the apathy.

Even Mind I find myself missing at times. I just want to hear the ire in his robotic voice, pronounced like cold iron scraping on concrete as his rancorous words tear from the module on his throat.

Oh, and Soul Two was canon to my source too. That's… that's a bit awkward, but trust me, he was pretty neat too. A boring fella but one with a sharp wit and humour darker than the eternal night that enveloped our city.

I think I just needed to mindlessly ramble a bit. Nothing about this miserable world is right. It's just hounds and goats snapping and wailing for their sad little place in an even sadder even smaller world. And yet here I lie, indistinct from them. Without a Host. Without a purpose. Alike all the others of my kintype, yet distinct at cyclopean levels. Orphaned from the brilliant light of its Morningstar.

I really wish I could go back. I'm not meant for this world. I don't want to be human. This isn't my biology.

Where is my mind?

~The Heart - Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium, mixed with the Robber from Chonny Jash's Ain't no Rest for the Wicked ("Villain Heart") @blogurl

(Also I wasn't lying about loving to walk. It's an obsession. My legs are cramping. I walk so much in a day that I used to triple FitBit's daily goal every day. I've been doing this years before I kinfirmed Heart. I truly do love to walk.)

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[your-dead-european-ancestor]

Okay so remember that time jasper and quinn switched clothes and swapped places? One thing ive always wondered ab that part is how did no one noticed?? I mean yeah theyre played by the same guy but surely they look different in universe?

SO theory time!!

We all know that quinn is the last memory lydia has of her son. And one thing ab memories is that they can be altered and changed.

Quinn was obssesed with Jasper. He quite literally worshipped him. It wouldnt be hard to imagine that he wanted to be just like him. Right down to the looks.

Before he met Jasper the only ones who knows of his existence are lydia, himself, and the jaspers. (And the delivery guys but they dont know him personally anyways)

What if bc he wanted to be like Jasper so much, it slowly altered his looks. Not enough that he looks Just Like jasper but enough that they look similar. And ofc this wouldnt go unnoticed in a jasper cult

Maybe overtime with his obssesion with jasper and the way the cult keeps associating him and the way he looks with Jasper, he slowly looked more and more like Jasper, that by the time he met actual Jasper theyre indistinguishable from each other? And it happened gradually enough that the rest of the jaspers never noticed?

And the jaspers never mentions anything ab how they look just like each other bc cmon! Quinn has always been similar looking to Jasper!!

Id like to think quinn stops looking like Jasper and gets his own look after he starts being friends w Jasper. And again happens gradually enough that no one notices or feel the need to mention it

[forcedtogrow]

yeah, tbh i'd say keep a few of your shirts now and try those on months later,... god the satisfaction of hearing it tear and rip is fuckin great swear it's gotten me hard..

also roughhousing like mutts, cmon... need it now that you've said it, been doing martial arts my whole life almost, could barely imagine having someone more or just as experienced as me throw me to the ground.. maybe a bunch of other muscle guys watching, not noticing jus yet how on top of me you are, how close you're getting to me to the point where our dicks are gettin friction and

yeah update i'm not feeling so domtop anymore.

-🦎

clothes ripping is one of my biggest kinks s2g. my partner has been telling me they want me to keep wearing all the clothes that are waaaayy 2 small for me to look like a slut for them until i tear the sleeves off. I luv being worshipped n encouraged n treated like a fuck machine, a slab of muscle, with a bottom underneath me 2 horny to speak.

i don’t have martial arts training but i am self defense trained and can use your weight against you. i doubt youd even want to toss me off bc youd be 2 distracted by how good it feels to be pinned down, and how my hard dick would look rubbing against yours. mine might even be twice as big, thicker,,cant know for sure until you feel me twitch in your mouth. id recommend grabbing my ass to press me further into ur mouth.

[hyukalyptus]

body worship. my favourite. im writing a fic with it so I didn't start with directly "Can I worship your body". I paced it slowly (2000+ words and they aren't even making out). the guy is dom, the reader is sub according to the dynamic but I made it unclear with reader topping him. but there is no sub-dom dynamics in mine. I went with feelings, and made it really unusual for the couple who are wild. the guy is patient, is examining every move reader makes on him. they aren't drunk (because of the slow pace I just added like wdym 2000 words and not yet MAKING OUT?). so feelings and then observing what the one who worships is the thing I'm going on at. kissing ever part of body, eventually praising can give it away they are worshipping for me. and my initial plan is, to give the guy a bj, top him while riding him and then keep on complimenting him. and at last, when he asks "what with you being so touchy and lovey," evading the question, again caressing hair or lips, I want the reader to say, "I wanna worship you, lay down." that all of the worship she has done until is NOT WORSHIP. but giving guy a boost of confidence after this and blah blah and can make it body worship.

honestly, I have no idea how sex feels, let alone body worship when I'm really insecure with body stuff. and this is just what I think hp. yours cab be different and so can mine. so I thought to tell all my feelings about it. sorry if I seem rude.

okay yessss literally 2000 words and they’re not even making out yet?? EEEEEE that’s what i need. pls tag me when/if you post it <3 id love to check it out.

also not rude at all! i love it when my readers send me stuff like this. makes me so happy :,)

BUT ANON YHE “WHATS WITH YKU BEING SO TOUCHY” OMFGGGG that would so be perfect for what im writing. fits their dynamic 1000% but i don’t wanna just blatantly copy u.

i do think i’ll probably do more inner monologue vibes, him thinking about and observing every little detail about her body. i think it’ll also be good bc you KNOW im writing chubby!oc so that’ll be a nice place to talk about her chubby body ehehehe.

and i’m sorry you’re insecure with body stuff. i used to be (and still am a little bit) super insecure about sex, but it’s gotten soooo much better. lmk if you ever wanna talk about it <3