#because it has been literal months since this fixation thing started

[daphnalia]

tori was fucking awesome but giving hermie/anthony/the literal joker a 4 is factually incorrect

[firemenenthusiast]

—“ruffles”

farleigh start x fem! reader

summary: farleigh has one purpose in this world, and that is to give you anything you want and more

warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (well duh), BREEDING KINK goes brrrr, porn with plot (sorry for that lol), creampie, cunnilingus, riding, petnames, mating press (whoa), size kink, breeding endeavours (like really), no actual pregnancy, breast worship, oral fixation, literally about fucking reader to knock her up (no im not ashamed) (maybe a lil)

a/n: if you don’t like breeding kink or talks of getting pregnant and stuff you don’t have to read ! but just so you know i want him to get me pregnant (hello) 😞🙏🏻

strolling down the neatly shaped stone pavement, the glinting of overhead fairy lights reflecting against your glossy eyes makes you feel grateful that farleigh’s willing to do this. it’s been months since your last actual date, having only gone out to other people’s events or just hanging out around campus. you two were very busy, with the aggressive chase from assignment due dates and the cruel allocation of your schedules. it felt like the faculty hated seeing you two together and was doing everything in their will to separate you.

tilting your head towards him, you watch a slow smile thread itself across his lips as he continues looking forward so the both of you don’t end up tripping over each other. he could feel you alternating between watching your steps and watching him, taking in all his sharp features. his nose, the tip reflecting a glow from the fairy lights, his eyes, his long lashes that almost touch his pretty eyebrows. and his curls, god you love his curls so much, especially because he keeps them neat all the time. you’re willing to bet that incase of fire in his dorm building he’s gonna grab his hair products first if not only.

“take a picture baby it’ll last longer” he quips, making you eye roll at the cringey words. pulling you in closer to his side, you notice that you were seconds away from colliding into the group of people walking past. farleigh always does this, having told you multiple times that you’re careless when in reality he just wanted you to be as close to him as possible so people wouldn’t dare to get any ideas

one good thing about your relationship is that it’s gotten to the stage where you’re always each other’s date, especially for the family events. farleigh’s family in saltburn already welcomed you long ago, even since you two were just talking and when all the toxicity and angst happened between you and him. they watched from afar, not wanting to meddle into farleigh’s businesses but they were hoping you could work it out. they were hoping that you could just give farleigh a chance to prove that he’s actually capable to love properly, and you did.

you’ve come to the age you’ve started getting invited to your friends’ weddings, farewells and showers. you know, adult, family stuff. just last month you guys rsvp’d to annabelle’s wedding and went together. and the fact that the both of you fit each other so well stained a smile on farleigh’s face all the way home. the parties and raves are toning down and surprisingly, there hasn’t been any yet for your last year at oxford. farleigh had told you he’s glad that it’s all starting to get behind him now as he’s more determined to actually try for uni now that he’s got you. he wanted a promising future where he could keep you safe and healthy.

“im glad we did this, farleigh” looking up at him, the feeling of his calloused hand cupping against your soft one serves you warmth. you’re walking hand in hand under the dim lights of oxford little shop street.

a momentary quirk appears on his eyebrows before tilting his head down towards you.

“what ? take you out for a walk ?” his lips curl to huff out a playful scoff, seconds before he’s flinching from you playfully punching his arm.

“you know that’s not what i meant”

straightening his back, he smiles.

“yeah, i know. we never really have time for ourselves anymo-” as he squeezes your hand he’s being cut off by you squeaking in excitement, making him dart his head towards the thing distracting you from his heartfelt moment.

farleigh almost stumbles over the sidewalk when you basically jumped off to go into the shop, yanking his hand together in a still interlocked hand holding. he mentally curses as a reflex, does this woman not realise that she’s still holding his hand ?

“ohh,, oh my good— farleigh look !” you’re practically melting in front of the display of cute mini clothes in the shop with soft pastel interior. everything was so small and adorable, from the tiny two-piece light blue pyjamas to the mini rainbow xylophone neatly placed in a colourful box packaging.

it’s only when you look up to him do you see that your hands are stretched out, forming a bridge over the display table with farleigh on the other side just looking at you, waiting for you to realise you’re near yanking his arm off his shoulder. quickly releasing his hand, you mutter a low ‘sorry’ with your best apologetic face.

“what’s up with you and baby stuff lately ?” he inquires, tone obvious that he hasn’t even got one idea as of your latest obsession. what he does recall is that it started when one of your mutual friends invited you to their baby shower.

“they’re just so- do you not think they’re adorable?!” you’re moving quickly through the entire shop to make sure that you’ve looked at every single items that you don’t even bother to look up at farleigh who’s clearly unamused by the whole thing.

“they’re just small shirts. even i wear baby tees” you shrug at his answer, well he’s not wrong. he does wear small t-shirts, sometimes having cropped them himself.

having grown up with no other children in the mansion, and not having to deal with smaller cousins at Christmas or dinner makes him feel like children are no big deal. even when everyone geeked at the tiny human last week, telling him that she’s just the cutest little thing and so pure, he didn’t get the appeal. he was showing a distinct disgusted look the whole time and to be fair, you think it’s classic farleigh. you just laughed it off at seeing him trying so hard to hide the pout and ended up spending the rest of the evening telling him he’s cuter. you still remember what he said when you insisted that he’s cute.

“im a grown man, i don’t need you calling me cute. plus i don’t care about the baby”

“so what do you call a grown man ?”

there was a quick silence before you hear him respond quietly.

“….handsome”

his timid response made you snort laugh, and you still do when you randomly remembered his flushed face and his eyes looking into the distance in all seriousness as if the whole thing never bothered him at all.

swiping your fingers against the delicate fabric on the table, you couldn’t help the genuine smile glued to your face. somehow the mini buttons and small fluffy rabbit peeking out the shirt’s pocket really makes you float with joy. you don’t even notice farleigh slowly stepping closer towards you, as he reaches out to feel the fabric you’re so keen on feeling.

the smile on your face grows wider noticing farleigh has stopped murmuring protests about the shop selling basically shrunken clothes and instead, measuring how tiny the arm of the pyjamas is with his pointer finger. mentally he’s genuinely amazed seeing that it’s the same length of his finger because for a moment there, he forgot that babies are that small.

“they’re so small”

“i know, god these make me wanna have one just so we could play dress up” your eyes are still set on the matching pieces, responding to his quiet mutters. hearing your words takes the enjoyment of being there from farleigh, an itch crawled against the skin on his neck making him cock his head and let out a huffed sigh.

“let’s go home” he’s completely turned his body away from you with a few steps towards the door leaving you behind

“already…?” his musky scent no longer lingering around when you raise your head.

“farleigh—!” you try to call out to him asking him to at least slow down but he’s already standing at the door holding it open. maybe something’s caught his attention that his eyes are staring far outside, not bothered to look at you

the rest of the ride home farleigh’s only focused on the road, large hand framing the wheels making you look at his other hand, which would otherwise had already settled on your thigh, dangerously high.

the whole time he’s got his eyes straight through the windshield that not once does he bother to meet your gaze from beside like always. his back is pressed straight against the seat, shoulders pulled back, you know that he’s tensed. he looks somehow pissed, with his brows occasionally knitted together with a distinct furrow.

you’d asked him a few questions like you usually do, accompanying him along the drive because farleigh gets drowsy behind the wheels but all of them got shut down with barely a word or just a hum. all of his sudden behaviour leaves you worried, for one thinking about what you may have done that could’ve pissed him off and what his silence could’ve mean. farleigh on normal circumstances wouldn’t know when to shut up, so you’re really beating your head wondering.

“farleigh—“ he’s walking fast in front of you, leaving you to almost stumble over a scattered piece of rock on the pathway. the swings of his legs are obviously larger than yours, that you struggle to match the pace. he’s still silent, but not without his hand wrapped around your wrist, practically dragging you towards what you could make out is the direction of his dorm. you would have guessed that he was mad but the gentle hold he has on your wrist tells you otherwise

you were right, it is the direction to his dorm. stopping your tracks, you pull your hand away forcing him to turn towards you, before stepping in to close the distance in between. you have no choice but to crane your neck looking at him, his pupils blown and eyes dark. but maybe that’s just the dimmed lights along the hall, and the fact that it’s late. your eyes involuntarily trail down his chest, swallowing the lump in your throat seeing it heaves like the ocean wave.

looking him right in the eyes, clear concern and desperation glinting off your cornea. “farleigh what is it ? it was a perfectly great date—“

immediately as the words left your lips you feel his large hands cradling your face, slender fingers cupping your jaw as he hunches down to touch his lips against your soft ones, taking you in for a kiss so deep it feels like he’d longed for it since forever. all the building up protest within you dissolves slowly with each of the touch of lips on your bottom one, kissing on it like he’s desperate for something.

your fingers are crawling on his chest, trying to grab at the hem of his knitted sweater, subconsciously pulling him even closer. a deep breath sighs out of him as his nose bumps against yours, your lips getting glossy from both your saliva. just as you begin to step forward to push him back towards his door, he breaks the kiss with small pants.

“im sorry,,” he begins, your eyes bore into his, waiting patiently for an explanation, your fingers fiddling with the buttons on the chest

before he continues he takes your hands of his chest into his, stepping back and pulling you into his dorm after twisting the knob. for a second you widen your eyes at him seeing that he still doesn’t lock his room when he’s out, which you’ve told him to countless times. seeing your reaction to the little detail leaves a grin across his lips.

turning your back towards his bed, he continues to take you in for another kiss, his knee moving forward to separate your legs apart, dipping it onto the mattress. all you had to do was return the kiss, as he didn’t give you much option pressing his plump ones against yours. kissing farleigh was always like being given oxygen when you can’t breathe, and it always felt like he’s saved you from suffocating.

you’re now making out on the bed, with him on top of your body, his upper arm caging your head as his fingers move the stray hair across your forehead. it’s unusual for the both of you to be in this position, not without both your hands desperately ripping off each others clothes, tearing them off your bodies. now you’re moving in a slow pace, with his kisses delicate against your lips.

reaching your hand up to move his hair backwards, he takes that as a cue to continue explaining.

“i can’t stand not being able to give you what you want, the moment you ask for it”

his answer quirks your brows, the look on your confusion displayed across your face as your fingers moving to tuck his hair behind his ear.

“when you said you wanted a baby for yourself—“ realisation hits on what he’s talking about that you immediately shut your eyes and shake your head before they shot wide open

“oh my god— i wasn’t serious, farleigh !”

“i know, i know”

his dark glossy eyes search into yours before he continues

“but i can actually fuck you now, fill you up so full and nice, get you pregnant with my kid”

a soft moan escapes your lips when he leans in to kiss along your jaw, trailing down to your collarbone, his fingers work to undress you at each part of your body that he kisses, until you’re left with nothing

“you’re still dressed” you point out, receiving a grin from him

“does that bother you baby ?” he responds, as his hand grabs at the hem of his sweater to pull it over his head, his broad tanned shoulder now on full display, looking glorious as ever. if only he was facing the other way, the flexing muscles on his back would’ve made you cum right that second.

spitting onto his hand, the sound got him your attention as he leans down pursing his lips, a glob lands on your pussy, making it glisten with all the wetness forming. he wastes no time latching his mouth on your folds, lapping up his own saliva that’s mixed with your juices. scooting even further from the bed, he’s poking his tongue down your hole, sucking on it to catch every drop of your taste into his mouth. he’s humming from the sweetness, eyes shut savouring your taste while you squirm from the vibration.

he has his hands sprawled over your lower belly, pinning your hips down so he could have his way down your core all he wants, like it belongs to him. and it does. he knows it’s all his, yet he’s eating you out like he’s gonna lose you to somebody else.

the sounds coming out of your mouth are getting embarrassing, pathetic whines and broken out moans fill the room, making you place your forehand against your lips to cover some of them from spilling out uncontrollably.

hearing them all muffled, farleigh reaches his hand up to move your arm away, before sucking off your clit and raising his head up to look at you.

“let me hear your pretty sounds”

as he dives back into you, his nose grazes against your folds, collecting your wetness that the bridge is all glistening and shiny. he has his mouth pursed on your pussy before he’s sucking on your clit, alternating between his laps on your folds and kitten lick against it, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. you’ve missed how good he’d eat you out, and it’s crazy what he could make you feel in a span of mere couple of minutes.

your sudden grab on his hand tells him that you’re about to cum, and he could feel the subtle shake of your thighs against the sides of his head. raising his head up, his lower face all wet and sticky.

“wanna hear you baby, loud”

the final pressure on of his tongue sucking on your pussy brings you over the edge, with the vibrations of his words encouraging you to be louder toppling you over the high waves as they crashes down, and you’re cumming on his face. you’re panting hard, thighs shaking slightly, offering him a small smile as he stands to lean over and kiss you again, his finger pushing the hair sticking on your forehead away.

moving your body up from the mattress, you’re pulling him up by cupping his jaw, making him sit on the bed instead, his back resting against the headrest as you throw your leg over his hips, straddling his clothed hard on. your fingers quick to undo his belt and unzipping his pants before pulling out his already hard length, with farleigh wincing with each of your touches. the haste in your movement blows his mind, blood rushes towards the tip of his cock seeing you waste no time spitting on him and spreading it along his shaft.

the moans that spill out of your mouth from the feeling of you sinking on his cock were so loud that you could just pray no one comes knocking. you feel like never getting up from his cock ever from the pleasure. farleigh always stretches you out so nice, his cock hitting the right spots inside you with his length. bouncing on his cock would be nothing short of heavenly as he would place his hand on your waist, guiding you and even moving you by your waist himself to get off. but you love that, you love when he makes you his personal fleshlight.

“fuck, pretty girl-“

“fucking feel so good,, oh-“ he throws his head back feeling the clench of your walls down his cock

as your bounces are starting to grow rapid and desperate, you’re moaning uncontrollably at the feeling of his tip hitting the spot again and again, each time. farleigh reaches up to fondle your tits, pinching over the nipples before putting the mounds into his mouth. he’s mouthing at the soft flesh, hungry to stuff the whole of your tits against his tongue, eagerness spills out of him from how he’s flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, scraping his teeth over it. the pace of you fucking creaks the bed, with the headrest slamming against the wall behind it.

farleigh has his legs all sprawled across the mattress, his thighs fucking upwards to meet your bounces down his cock. while you’re busy fucking yourself down his cock, moans spilling down your tongue erratically, farleigh’s fixated on playing with your breasts and sucking on your nipples. you can feel his saliva slobbering all over your flesh. god how he loves them so much, loves stuffing his face in between your mounds and just getting lost in the flesh. the palms of his hand curl tight against your waist, mouth agape at the feeling of your warm hole wrapping around him so snug. you’re getting desperate,

“oh fuck, it’s all yours sweetheart” he’s grabbing on your waist, trying to get you to slow down or he’ll burst.

seeing as you’re not slowing down he straighten his back and pushes you down against the mattress by your waist, moving to stand on his knees, his cock springing out of your pussy looking painfully hard, a string of slick connecting the tip to your folds.

putting all his weight against the back of your thighs, almost folding you into two in a mating press. he has his palms flattened against your lower belly, with his large fingers curling over your sides. wrapping one of his hand around his shaft, he’s pumping it quick before positioning it at your entrance and fucking it back into you.

mumbling through seethed teeth, he’s almost lost in the feeling of wanting to breed you, pumping your pussy full of his cum and making sure he’s fucked a baby into you.

“wanna be a momma hm ? gonna make you one, gonna give you my seed”

as he starts absolutely pounding into you you can’t help but let out a yelp, the stretched out position of your legs dangling over his shoulders hurts so good.

“farleigh,, more—“

“more ?”

you nod quickly at him, desperate to feel all of him stretching you out.

“so- fucking greedy” to your command he adjusts his position so he could reach deeper inside, giving him more access to move his hips

“you’re gonna look so pretty, so round with my baby” farleigh’s now mumbling sentences about you getting knocked up, being so full of his cum that he’s sure you’re pregnant

“you want a baby huh ?” his hips slams his cock into your pussy, balls slapping against the sweaty skin of your inner thighs with each of his thrusts. he’s got you caged underneath him, his shoulders and chest towering over you.

leaning in, he places a soft kiss against your lips, muffling in your moans for a moment,

“you’re so pretty” he kisses at your calf beside his head, putting his body weight on top of yours.

you’re almost screaming, with your tongue calling out his name again and again, your eyes near rolling back to your skull.

as he suddenly leans down against your legs harder, his face inches from yours as he takes in your fucked out features, sweaty and sticky

“can’t hear you pretty girl” he mutters through seethed teeth, holding the feeling of your tight pussy clenching down his cock, threatening his cum to shoot into your womb. letting out a weak incoherent response, he leans back.

“try again”

“wanna- wanna be full of your cum,, mm- want your baby”

“that’s more like it”

he has both your legs wrapped in his arms, pushing your thighs together making your pussy feels tighter to him, before stuffing his cock so deep inside, all inches of him. throwing his head back, he can’t help the fucked out moan coming out of his mouth, your pussy getting him closer to his orgasm.

“gonna cum baby, gonna fill you up really nice”

all you could do was nod at him with a whine, your eyebrows knitted together as you purse your lips together at the pleasure, hoping that he’s too hazed out to care what you give as a response, which thankfully, he is.

“oh fuck— fuck, fuck” he’s cursing, his thrusts sloppy and desperate, splashes of your wetness landing on the sheets beneath from his hips slamming into you. you know he’s gonna be cumming in you any second because farleigh curses like hell when he’s close. as he moans start getting cracked and loud, you feel his cum flooding the insides of your pussy, painting your walls full of white.

“there you go, that should knock you up hm ?”

pulling his softening cock out slowly, his eyes settle on your hole clenching around nothing, the brim being pumped full of his cum that some are spilling back out down your ass.

“ooh, we shouldn’t waste any of this now” wrapping his fingers around his cock, his thumb and index aiming the tip to collect the cum oozing out of your pussy, before pushing it back into you.

as you’re panting and catching your breaths, farleigh spends a couple of minutes just collecting the cum that keeps spilling out and fucking it back with his cock. he’s grinning over you, enjoying seeing your pussy so full to the brim, your folds sticky with some of his cum sticking onto them. just when he feels he’s done fucking it back into you, he wipes off some of the remaining stuck to your skin to bring up towards your lips and pushing it down your tongue.

smiling, he places your legs down slowly before crawling besides you to kiss all over your face, his fingers grazing across your palm to intertwine them with yours. kissing your forehead, his eyes stare into yours, glossy and shiny with the reflection of light from outside. his lips curl into a soft smile as he brings up your hand to kiss at the back of it

“you okay ?”

nodding, you take a deep breath making your chest raise as farleigh reaches his other hand up to wipe the small beads of sweat on your face.

“you know, i think i’m okay with having a mini you around”

turning your head to look directly at him, his face soft, lips swollen and as pouty as ever, staring back at you. a feeling of relief washing over you at hearing his words, watering the newfound hope that he won’t leave you all alone if anything happens. you know nothing’s actually gonna happen because you’re on birth control but it’s nice for him to say that, especially after all the things you had to go through to get to this point.

“really ?” you ask softly

“yeah” he leans in for another kiss before getting up

“you stay there okay”

he mutters slowly, which are his usual words when he gets up to get some warm wet cloth and a glass of water, as you offer him a small smile.

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[katshelluvacritic]

Charlie Morningstar is probably one of the worst written characters I’ve seen in the series.

(This one’s gonna be a long one…)

Ok…. So I watched all six episodes and to be honest I’m pretty much pissed off by this character specifically. This might be more of a rant rather than a critique, so I do understand that not everything I say in this will end up being as constructive exactly but I genuinely need to get this off my chest, especially since she is a character I’ve specifically and recently been hyper fixating on before the show released…

(Side note: I realized the post was very long so, to have it be easier to read I added titles for each section! Hope this helps)

!!WARNING FOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES BTW!!

> Charlie lacks the qualities of being a main character.

Now besides the piss poor excuse of an introduction for her (and the rest of the cast) in the main series, I honestly question why exactly Charlie specifically is the “protagonist” in the first place (and I say protagonist with the biggest of quotes here, you’ll see why).

In the first episode of the series “overture”, we don’t really see much of her character, most of the time we’re shown screen time of Vicky (a nickname I made for v*ggie since I’m not gonna call her by her genitalia thank you) trying to make an ad for the hotel and even when we do get the screen time of her, she’s barely doing anything other than hearing viv’s self insert- I mean- Adam just go on and on about whatever he’s talking about.

And when Charlie does go on to explain her plan to redeem sinners she’s just interrupted and then stands there when they start singing hell is forever, she doesn’t “go off” like the hazbin Twitter says, she just stands there and then tries to say something only to get interrupted again and again and then gets pushed out of the meeting room before going back to the hotel to see it’s spread across in the news that the next extermination happens in 6 months.

Now although one might argue “Well didn’t Charlie at one point said in the show that giving orders is so mean?” Well yes but again, Charlie is literally the princess of pride ring, you would think that since her parents are literally rulers of pride, they would’ve probably teach her how to stand on her two feat, especially if your RUNNING A HOTEL. And the thing is, she has stood up and did so in episode 6 and the goddamn pilot (which is at this point is probably canon due to Charlie calling it the hazbin hotel instead of happy hotel), even going as far as to fight Katie Killjoy because she thought it was stupid.

Not only that but the episodes after overture, her screen time lessens until somewhat in 5 and 6. She doesn’t really appear that much in the between these episodes to the point where she feels like a supporting character rather than a protagonist. And when she does get screen time, she’s either forgettable at best and infuriating at worst.

> Charlie’s character is poorly written and just dumb.

In the episodes past overture, she’s literally rock solid stupid that I literally screamed in real life multiple times “you’re a fucking idiot” because of how frustrated I was from what she was doing, In episode 2 she literally trusted sir pentious to go to her hotel even though he almost destroyed her place and in episode 6 thought it was a hunky dory idea to let a person who literally exploded buildings to take charge of giving her employees a “good time”. Yes it could be played off as her being naive but if she’s that naive of a person then maybe she shouldn’t be a boss of a hotel to rehabilitate sinners.

Heck, in episode 4, Charlie gets pissed off and turns into her demon form because val literally started hurting Angel when he followed him into the room (and rightfully so) but when angel tells her to leave and drags her out of the studio, she’s just in her normal form and fucks off??? Reminder she’s literally the princess of hell! She could beat the shit out of val if she wants to, why did she just fucked off after angel had her leave?

“But Kat, what if something bad happens to angel if valentino dies?” Like what? If it was explained that if an overlord dies then the sinners that made a deal with them die too or something like that then yeah, that would make sense but we don’t know that whether or not that’s the case, if anything angel could be just fine after Valentino dies but we don’t know that.

And even when Charlie had the opportunity to go out there and apologize to him herself after he stormed out of the hotel, she and Vicky just send Husk to do it. And I have to ask, WHY? HUSK didn’t know what was happening to Angel earlier. HUSK wasn’t at the porn studio that Angel was working at. CHARLIE WAS….

“Well Kat, what if Charlie was scared about making things worse?” Fair enough, but again sending Husk is a stupid idea, I feel like it would’ve AT LEAST made sense if she sent Vicky out there. Because Charlie didn’t know if husk could fight (if you could even call it that, all he did was throw cards at people), BUT SHE KNEW VICKY COULD THOUGH. But nah we gotta do it for the ship right?

And then Charlie had the gull to be crying that angel forgave her after she fucked up, like shut the fuck up… it’s like if viv looked at a bunch of chars that had the optimistic care-free ‘ish personality and thought that meant making her as pathetic as a baby crying that they didn’t get a lollipop from their mommy.

Like I’m gonna be honest with you, it’s literally gone to a point where I think Orel Puppington (aka the 11 yo Christian kid who worships Jesus and gets harmful lessons from other Christians) makes a better Charlie Morningstar than the Charlie Morningstar herself!

And that thought is justified when he tried to go help people in Sinville, “Kat he ended up turning into a pimp at the end of the episode” yeah but AT LEAST HE TRIED TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING! Which leads me to another question….

> How is Charlie gonna redeem sinners exactly???

Like honestly, I’m serous with this one. How is Charlie gonna redeem these guys?

I ask this because in the series, she barely does ANYTHING to help these guys, she and the rest of the characters just sit around and then do an activity that is the equivalent of something you would do in kindergarten except it’s with ADULTS.

I don’t know about you but If your idea of helping people is doing just that and nothing else, then the only thing the people around you are gonna get is them being annoyed at first and eventually walking out with thinking your not helping them but rather just treating them like a baby who doesn’t know anything, and the only thing your gonna get personally is nothing because you did dick all.

Like other than that she pretty much just whines about sinners not going to her hotel and oh gee I wonder why, it’s not like your not doing anything to help these sinners not committing sins anymore, oh definitely not, your absolutely being helpful.

“Oh but Kat! Charlie was born in hell, how can she know how to help people? She’s not from the human world so, she wouldn’t exactly know how to help these people!” I would tell you to look at the world building for the series and it’s spin off but that’s a whole other can of beans that I don’t wanna cover today and this is already getting to long, so y’know what? We’ll go with that.

If Charlie didn’t know how to help people and was trying to figure out what she can do to help sinners get better, then why didn’t she just ask her employees for suggestions? Y’know, the other sinners who were from the human world and had experiences while they were alive and such?

Yeah, I get that not all of their advice would be exactly good or healthy (since they’re sinners who’ve done many bad things after all) BUT ITS AT LEAST SOMETHING FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!

She literally does nothing, she just expects you to immediately get better after some improvisations or whatever other activities she does and once you’ve done one nice thing then boom you’re close to redemption.

> Conclusion.

Charlie Morningstar is (like I said in the beginning) probably one of the worst characters in the hazbin hotel series, she at best a stereotype of the “everything is sunshines and rainbows” character tropes and at worst is a pathetic excuse of a main character and is nothing but a rotten shell of her character from the pilot.

I would go on about how her design’s also bad but I’m sure millions of people have already said the same issues and I’ve already posted my redesign of her before the show dropped.

I might plan on posting a rewrite of her or maybe explain my problems with another character or episode but I don’t know.

But until then, I’ll see y’all later!

[meowzfordayz]

NSFW Alphabet — Tomioka Giyuu

Author’s Note: ~1.5 months after starting this (and ~3 months since it was supposed to be started 🥴), and it’s finally finished !!!!! 🥳 If these were shorter headcanons, then they wouldn’t take so long 😅, but each individual letter is a labor of love (and lust 😏). As w/ all hcs, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Tomioka Giyuu

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~3,500

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, rimming, spit

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Giyuu’s very sleepy after sex. If you’ve discussed it beforehand, then he’ll muster up the energy to gently towel wash you, brush your hair (if things got ~intense 😉), and make sure you drink a glass of water, but he’s otherwise hopeless. And by “hopeless”, I mean: he’s passing out with his cock still leaking onto your thighs, warm mouth smooshed into your shoulder, and will moan softly—Hnngg—and proceed to roll over should you attempt to wake him. 😌

Body Part? their favorite body part(s)

Giyuu’s a thigh guy, or GTTG (Giyuu The Thigh Guy) for short. 🦵 Don’t get me wrong! He could totally cum fixating on basically any part of your body 🫢, buuut nestled between your thighs… life couldn’t get much better. 😌 He isn’t huge on marking you (aka: he is, but he typically refrains because one hickey is a sure slide to two, then four, then seven, then- 😇), but biting softly at your thigh, listening to you squeal, halfheartedly attempting to push him away as his fingers wrap around your knees, tongue slipping out to soothe your fresh “wound” — he’s entertained himself with your thighs for literal hours, and not necessarily even sexually. 😆 He’ll often push your legs apart just so he can rest his head on the plush of your thigh, the rest of his body cradled by the curves of your knees and calves.

If you were a vampire, then Giyuu would surely be your first victim, because his neck is just: 😍😋🩸❣️ It’s kissable, nuzzle-able, biteable, and sooo fun to rile him up with a simple swipe of your tongue (bonus points if you suck on his Adam’s apple 🤤). He smells delicious too; a gentle, unassuming fragrance of ripples on a pond (whatever those smell like 🌊) that’s strongest where his neck meets his ears. Step in close and interlock your fingers behind his neck, and he’s certain to wrap his arms around your waist, surroundings fading to a hazy buzz as he murmurs, “I love you.”

Cum?

Giyuu loves cum while he’s still horny (something about the way it glistens and slides down the backs of your thighs, collecting in droplets on your puffy folds, slightly watery and warm as it slowly dampens the mattress beneath you… he’s fixated for sure 😌), but as soon as post nut clarity hits, he’s desperate for a shower (something about its smell and stickiness, clinging to your skin—and his—reminding him of how amazing you felt… and of how messy things got… if you’re taking too long to collect yourself, then he’s scooping you up and carrying you to the bathroom for sure 🫠).

Dirty Talk?

He loves dirty talk, but has to pass a certain threshold (of horniness) to really ~get into it. 😅 Before that threshold, a simple So pretty baby while straddling his hips, your fingertips stroking his softly toned abs, will guarantee you a blushing, flustered Tomioka Giyuu, his own grip tightening around your waist. And after that threshold? 👀 Best believe you’ll be the flustered one, low whimpers pushed out of your chest as a cool hand rests gentle around your throat, steadying your body while his cock fucks needy and forceful into your warm, clenching hole.

Experience? their level of experience

Before meeting you, Giyuu isn’t a virgin, but he’s also far from experienced. He knows how to have sex, knows how to make someone else cum, but he doesn’t know how to enjoy himself. He’s always been physically sensitive—always quick to orgasm with enough wetness and friction—but physical pleasure without its emotional counterpart only does so much. And then he falls in love with you. 🥺💙 He falls in love with how delicately you kiss the tops of his shoulder, across his collarbones, tongue swirling in the hollow of his throat. Falls in love with how easily you raise goosebumps on his forearms, his thighs, your fingertips grazing lightly—teasingly—along the seams of his clothing, toying with the buttons on his shirt, the zipper on his pants, not willing to undress him unless he begs. In love with how begging means catching your wrists and holding them above your head, brought to neediness by your tender ministrations, safe enough to seek his own desires in the heat of your breathlessness. “I want to cum,” he whispers gruffly, your pulse warm in his palms, “So help me.”

Foreplay?

Giyuu thoroughly enjoys foreplay, to the extent that he has trouble lasting through it. 😅 He actually fares better when you go down on him, because he can guide your movements and pace. His large hands—normally cool to the touch and tender in their intentions—firmly cup your nape, sweaty and needy as your hair tangles soft between his fingers. When you choke on the sensation of his cock nudging against the back of your throat, he can only whimper and groan, hips chasing the quiver and wetness of your breath, grip ensuring you remain planted between his thighs. And when he’s close to cumming? He’s strong enough to gently tug you away from him, your lips shiny and insatiable, a low whine kissing his skin as you pout. But when he goes down on you? That same attention dissipates. Lost in the heat and clench of your thighs, the ache in his scalp as you cling to his hair, the incoherent babble of pleasure spilling from your mouth while you tremble and arch before him… is it really his fault for cumming with you? 🙃 After all, you didn’t stop him from thrusting his hips into the mattress, the edge of the couch, his own fist, as he flicked his tongue over your clit. You didn’t stop him as he whispered about how Beautiful, Stunning, Divine, Fuck… I think I’m gonna cum… you were, your moans rising in pitch as you met his dazed expression, his eyes dark and determined, the tip of his nose glistening with your essence. You didn’t stop him as his body shuddered before you, his cum splurting sticky and pearlescent, the taste of your orgasm gushing tart and warm onto his tongue.

Goofy? their sense of humor

In the beginning, Giyuu’s uber serious… mostly because he’s worried about dying of embarrassment should he fumble while trying to get/keep you in the mood. 🫠 That’s not to say he’s incapable of smiling! He doesn’t want you to think he’s having a terrible time either. 🥴 But gosh forbid he accidentally fart, or nudge himself against the wrong hole, or elbow you in the face, or- 😭 Eventually, however, he slips into a deeper comfort and trust with you, which inevitably leads to him smooshing your hair, chuckling when you queef, and taking a breather when you become literally tangled in the sheets (you can’t stop laughing, and he somehow finds himself grinning adoringly at you vs running out the door in mortification). 🥺

Hair? pubes maintenance

Giyuu keeps himself well groomed due more to habit and personal comfort, but hey — you benefit too! Plus, you know you’ve reached peak closeness when you’re showering together and you randomly ask, “My love, could I trim your pubes tonight?” and instead of shoving you out of the shower, curtain rod and all, he just blushes a deep red and mutters, “Yeah, okay.” 😶

Intimacy? their degree of intimacy

Intimacy and Giyuu are a complicated duo. 😅 On one hand, Giyuu definitely isn’t casual; casual and physical closeness, casual and feelings, casual and sex, are not how he prefers to pair such concepts. But intimacy is difficult for him too, because intimacy means trusting, and trusting means revealing his nakedness — not just undressing his lover. While you know from the get go that you aren’t just a one night stand, friends with benefits, or connected in some other vaguely defined manner, you also initially aren’t entirely sure exactly how deeply rooted his intentions and desires are. After all, he’s shy about meeting your gaze, keeps the lights dim, and hardly moans or closes his eyes… until you finally, finally ask him about it. “Giyuu, what am I to you?” 🥺 “I don’t understand.” 🙃 “I… well, I feel like when we have sex, you make love to me, but I somehow can’t make love to you.” He doesn’t properly answer you, seconds from dreamland after tiredly wiping his cum off your thighs 😴, but he was listening, and the next time he finds himself sliding slowly into you, he cracks a smile—rather than glance away—when you catch him in his contented daze. 💓

Jack Off? masturbation

Giyuu goes through phases of jerking off every day of the week to not touching himself for upwards of a month. There’s no pattern to the duration or frequency of each phase, and he doesn’t really consciously think about it either. Sometimes he’s horny, and other times he’s just not. That being said, solo masturbation and sexual acts with others (others being you) are separate entities to him. Whether he just came that same morning, or hasn’t cum alone in a couple of weeks, he’s always more than willing to feel your pretty cunt (or throat, or hands, because he’s not about to be picky) flutter and squeeze around his cock.

Kink? ~specific turn ons

Lace. 😍 Giyuu knows lace is often rough and uncomfortable 🥲, but there’s just something divine about seeing your breasts in lace and satin; about running calloused palms up your scantily clad thighs (if you ever want to buy a(nother) garter, then Giyuu will always hand you his credit card — no questions asked 😌), snapping your frilly waistband against your plush, warm hips; lapping at the delicate material covering your nipples till they’re perky and damp, gushing about You’re absolutely stunning and Can’t decide if I’d rather fuck you with these beautiful panties on or off. Sometimes, he’ll literally stop and stare (or make you ~model for him 😵‍💫), breath caught in his chest at how perfectly the floral embroidery matches your eyes; at how ethereal and whimsical you appear, the facade of angelic elegance dissipating as you perch on all fours before him, teasing fingers tugging at the sorry excuse of a string between your cheeks. “The longer you wait, the more likely I am to ruin these panties,” you purr, craning your neck to stare over your shoulder at his awestruck expression, “You wouldn’t want that, hm? Wouldn’t want me to have to buy a new set of lace for you?” Spoiler alert: of course he wants you to buy another set of lace for him 😖, but he quite likes your current set too 🥴, so he’s quick to lean over you, mouth messy and hot as he kisses you thoroughly, clever hand slipping underneath you to cup and knead your tit while his other maintains his balance on the mattress.

Location? where they prefer to have sex

Call him basic, but Giyuu likes having sex in bed. 🤗 It’s comfortable, safe, and a sturdy headboard (+ a couple of velcro straps and/or handcuffs) can make it not-so-vanilla too. He’s the reason you have so many pillows, because while he’s okay with taking one for the team and sleeping in any cum spots 🫡, he refuses to sleep on a stained pillow (understandable 😝). As a man who gets extra sleepy after sex, changing sheets/pillowcases usually isn’t in the cards for him, so he’d rather just have plenty of pillows and swap them out when necessary.

Motivation? ~general turn ons

Being nice to him. Giyuu’s got a bit of a praise kink, albeit less so that he’ll get go from zero to erection emergency zone if you compliment him 😆, and more so that he remembers your kindness and attentiveness throughout the day, and returns your care and affection tenfold at night 😉. He also appreciates clean and tidy nails, genuine smiles (although your fake laughter—when not targeted at him—does make him chuckle 🫢), and when you playfully tug his hair to redirect his focus. “Oi, babe, I said left,” you huff amusedly, pointing across the street. He nods slowly, smirking faintly as he promptly continues heading in the wrong direction (if only to get you to tug on his hair again 😌). 

No? turn offs

Giyuu’s pretty flexible. 😌 He can be kinky (after reading a dozen or so ~articles about how exactly to go about exploring X kink), he can be vanilla, but he isn’t into cheating/cuckolding. 😓 Not even for a roleplay scenario. He could be (pretty easily) discussed into having a threesome, or simply a voyeuristic counterpart 👀, but No. Cheating. He trusts that you love him, and he knows he loves you, but it just feels a lil too real to even think about, let alone play out. 😕

Oral? giver or receiver

Giyuu tends to be the receiver, because he has a 50/50 chance of lasting through foreplay whenever he’s the giver. 😶 That being said, he doesn’t exactly have a ~preference, and definitely doesn’t perceive giving oral sex to be a chore, annoying, or tiresome — he just doesn’t want to disappoint you by cumming too soon should you still desire penetrative sex after oral sex. 

Position? their favorite position(s)

Doggystyle, because Giyuu can’t get enough of hearing his thighs slap against yours. 🫢 From cupping the tops of your thighs and pulling your body toward him to both steady himself and fuck deeper into your cunt, to gripping the inside of your thighs to spread your legs farther apart while spitting lazily on your back Fuck, so fucking filthy for me, to listening to how sweaty and eager you are as your skin clings and claps to his, doggystyle is easily his favorite. A close second, when either of you are feeling too lazy for doggystyle, would be missionary, because once again, Giyuu can use your thighs to pull you closer and spread you wider (and his spit + your boobs = ✨shiny boobs✨). 

Quickie? a fan or not-a-fan

Giyuu isn’t a huge fan of quickies (not enough time to devour you whole), but your first few times together were quick nonetheless. 😏💀 After he’s gotten over his initial awe (let’s be honest tho — he never really gets over it 😍), he’s better about not ~accidentally making everything a quickie 😝, but you lowkey still have him wrapped around your finger. 😇 In other words, Giyuu doesn’t like ‘em, but you have the power to create them whenever you so desire. 😎😂

Risk? their risk tolerance

Low risk tolerance. 🙃 In theory, Giyuu isn’t against sexual risk taking (i.e. semi public sex), but in practice, he gets too flustered-embarrassed-mortified-at-the-thought-of-being-caught 🫣 to actually follow through. If you casually mention how hot it would be If you pressed me up against this wall and slipped your hand under my skirt to feel how wet I am, then he’ll do the press-you-up-against-the-wall part 😏, but will shakily vice grip the hem of your skirt, unable to continue (he wants to 😭, but just can’t 🥴). 

Stamina?

In terms of how long Giyuu can fuck you in a single position before his muscles give out? He has practically unlimited stamina. 😎 His lanky, lithe physique isn’t purely for show y’know! 😉 It’s for holding you up against a wall, cock thrusting upward into your dripping cunt as your nails dig crescent moons into his shoulders, his face buried in your neck as he focuses intently on the slick, lewd sound of his balls tapping your pretty asshole. And for holding you up above him while you straddle his hips, your legs cramping from exhaustion—Aw darling, can’t ride me any longer?—adoration in his eyes as he begins fucking roughly into your pussy, delirious on how willingly you allow him to pleasure your body. However, in terms of how long Giyuu can fuck you before he cums? … … … he’s working on it. 🫠 That being said, he makes up for premature orgasms with potential quantity! 😏 If you’re feeling especially horny, then he can usually manage an orgasm morning, noon, and night 🥰 — just don’t expect much out of him the following day. 😵‍💫😂

Toys?

Giyuu might be a lil jealous of them. 🤪 Not actually, he’s not that insecure of himself and your relationship… but you could totally rile him up by starting without him, winking exaggeratedly with your favorite vibrator grazing your clit as he walks into the bedroom, giggling when he promptly plops onto the bed beside you, still fully clothed, hand nudging you and your toy out of his way as he grumbles halfheartedly, “So I guess I didn’t need to hurry up the stairs after all, you’ve got everything taken care of.” 😔 Your failsafe solution? Gently grasp his noticeable bulge, and declare, “Clearly not everything, seeing as I’ve yet to solve this problem.” 😌😉😏😎 Will he cringe at your cheesiness? Yes. 🥴 Will he also frantically begin unzipping and kicking off his pants? Also yes. 😳

Unfair? how they feel about teasing/being teased

Tease at your own discretion, because Giyuu can not handle it. 😃 He enjoys it! But his imagination does wonders at filling in the blanks you’re leaving, and if you’re not careful, then he might just spill over before you’re ready! 😅 Teasing you goes pretty much the same, because as much as he tries to convince himself that you’re the one he’s edging, truly, he’s edging both of you, and he’s too in love with you to not succumb to his own delicate, torturous charm. 🙃💞

Volume?

Quiet and breathy, or desperate and babbling, with no in between. Push him far enough, and he’ll murmur filth nonstop (most of it incoherent 😅) until he’s shaking and cumming, or bask in the soft glow of his occasional grunts and low hisses. Sex in the morning is usually near silent, but sex in the evening frequently brings out the singular, guttural groan that always accompanies his hardest orgasms. 

Wild Card?

On rare occasions, Giyuu rims you. The stuttered, needy whine, and the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock, whenever he brushes the pad of his thumb over your asshole do not go unnoticed by him, so he can only imagine how sensitive and gorgeous you would feel and sound if the tip of his tongue replaced his wandering hands — and he’s proven ~right when he rims you for the first time, and you practically wail at the hot wetness of his mouth. So good for me, letting me eat your pretty ass he rasps, spit bridging from his chin to your ass cheeks, your thighs quivering in his grip, drooling onto your pillow as you rock your hips backward toward his slick, skillful tongue What a fucking treat, getting to taste you here.

X-ray?

Giyuu’s cock is pretty. 7” erect, somewhat slim, with a fat and squishy tip that beads precum like it’s modeling for an advertisement. Its length always catches you off guard because it doesn’t look especially big (think cute twink vs beefy jock), but as he slowly pushes himself in a couple inches, pulls out till his tip catches at your entrance, and then slowly pushes himself in a couple inches farther than before, you can’t help but gasp. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, voice low and thick in his throat, eyes gleaming as he watches himself disappear into your luscious cunt, your body presented to him so stunning on your chest and knees. “Fuck,” is your graceful response, face buried in the mattress, back arching forward with every shallow thrust, “So deep.” He’d chuckle at your cliche whimper if he wasn’t so focused on not cumming, his hands cupping your hips in an attempt to handle you tenderly, the desperate clinging of your walls sucking away his self control as he slips farther, farther, deeper into your heat.

Yearning? sex drive

Horny, and by horny, I mean 24/7. Giyuu’s so used to it though (the perpetual state of being borderline turned on), that it doesn’t exactly feel like horny. He could fuck whenever (albeit, not necessarily wherever), but doesn’t need to (he’s a grown man y’know, he has ~some control 😉). This is a problem at first, because he refrains from initiating (afraid of scaring you away with his sex drive 😬)—to the point where you worry that you’re pressuring him into being physically intimate—but as soon as you communicate your concern, he’s quick (and embarrassed 😶) to assure you that I’m horny all the time. Do you want me to fuck you all the time? 😐 You might jokingly say Duh!, but his sentiment registers nonetheless. ☺️

Zzz?

🎵out like a light🎶 Morning sex? Giyuu’s taking a five minute power nap. 😴 Afternoon sex? Giyuu’s taking a thirty minute cat nap. 😴 Evening sex? Giyuu’s going to sleep. 😴 He does his best to check in with you vs straight up knocking out, but unless something urgent arises (i.e. intense feelings, physical pains, etc), he’s not someone to rely on after he cums. Of course, he can ~technically orgasm and then continue his day without conking out, but his resulting moodiness/distractedness takes a while to wear off whenever that happens.

[xbeezchaos]

BPD Howl Pendragon!

I knoooooowwww. I’ve literally been dead for months and apologies for this being something unrelated to the BPD Scara series I’ve been getting at but I’m currently fixated on Howl so I’ll be using him as my projector. I also highly believe this man has BPD and nobody can convince me otherwise

Btw. I don’t condone romanization of mental issues. I’m simply ✨projecting healthily✨

Jealousy flare ups and depressive episodes; what that looks like for Howl

He’s unsure why, but he has been struggling with jealousy in a much higher factor than what he’s typically used to. It may be due to your presence

Ever since you two have gained the new title of dating and made it public, he’s felt a sense of possessiveness over you in a way that felt consuming

He needed you in bed to sleep soundly at night, and if you weren’t there he’d have not a wink of sleep while he held one of your clothing items close, taking in your scent and crying to himself about why you weren’t here

He gets suspicious and jealous when you spend lots of time away from him and with other friends. He trusts you but he’s scared someone will take you away.

You try telling him these things you plan out, but sometimes he won’t listen after he’s become too worked up over the idea of you being away for so long

He spends hours in bed without water or food. No motivation to get up until he gets a message from you encouraging him

Sometimes you have to baby the tall man, wash his hair and brush it for him.

Getting him to eat is the worst, he blames his medication cause the side effects impact his appetite frequently but the benefits are “too good” to give it up for just that

When he does eat, he’s got a sweet tooth like no man’s business, you’d think he’d gone mad with the amount of sugary treats he’d consume. But at least he was eating now so you didn’t complain too much

If he’s not sleeping all day, he’s awake for days on end, unable to sleep and refuses to take his sleep aid pills because “they don’t work.”

He’s secretly really petty towards those around the two of you but tries his best to keep most of it to himself. Even if you know. He won’t tell you.

The sleep aid pills knock him flat on his ass and he hates it. Waking up to your giggles of how he fell asleep in your arms like a snoring baby would make his face flush in embarrassment

He dislikes a lot of people talking to him when he’s upset. He’ll start snapping and going silent. P

Sometimes despite how hard it is to get out of bed, when he does, he’ll try to do small things like clean, eat, and make you little gifts

He made you a phone charm and matching rings to wear, he’d spent all night on it, since he was in bed all day.

It’s hard when he’s having an episode due to his jealousy, if you or someone else doesn’t get to him in time he’ll start calling upon the shadows and it takes quite a while to get him to even process that anyone else besides him is within the vicinity, let alone fully calm down.

He gets very clingy when he’s depressed, he’ll carry around items of yours and calls them “support items”

He looks like a tall child with a blanket as he walks around the house doing his daily business. It’s the best you’ve seen him do in the last few weeks so you try to keep him with his support items often

“Coffee is not a meal, have you eaten anything today?”

“A cheese stick..” you hit him over the head with a rolled up newspaper after that and dragged him to go make food.

He’d done this for over a week now and despite the small efforts, a drink wasn’t enough for him to get through the day.

Extra sassy in his conversations with calcifer

Takes the longest showers ever and he’s always steaming like a boiled potato when he gets out

Becomes a tablet child to compete simple tasks

Irritable as hell when he’s around people he’s not fully comfortable with, like your friends he’s only met twice

He’d eventually try going off on his own and have a good time that way, then eventually end up having an anxiety attack when he starts getting into his own head again

It’s not that he’s not social, but when he feels ignored he gets quite irritable and especially quiet. Which is odd for him because he loves chatting with new people

[matan4il]

hey sorry if this is disrespectful as a non-jew but ive been reading up on stuff and thinking about i/p and.

War is synonymous with mass death. There has not been a single war in the history of mankind that has not resulted in suffering. Even Sun Tsu, in his 25-century old The Art of War, emphasized the importance of peace and of nonviolent resolutions. so i really do not understand the watermelon-fixated dumbasses who cheered on the oct. 7 massacre then decried Israel's self defense as genocide. this is the "globalized intifada" they've been clamouring for. this is *exactly* what you're asking for when you cheer on hamas and their genocidal buddies. sorry that yank school never taught you that war is bad but this is how reality works. the real pro-palestine stance would be staunchly against hamas.

Hi Nonnie!

I'm not gonna lie, whenever I think about war, the one sentence that gets stuck in my head is, "war is hell." It is death, destruction, mayhem, and cruelty that has no bounds, even when it's not committed on purpose. Even the most justified of wars. I think one of the reasons we all keep going back to WWII is because it was simultaneously maybe the most justified war ever, literally fought to stop a fascist regime and its dictatorial partners from expanding their conquests of more and more land, occupying more and more people, bringing about more and more suffering (including the most extreme case of genocide in human history), and yet at the same time, it was also the single bloodiest conflict ever, and the war itself was cruel and brutal, certainly when we talk about acts committed by the Nazis and their collaborators, but on occasion there were atrocities committed by the allied soldiers, too (not to the same degree, and not as a part of their government's policy, but my point is that even fighters who are in battle for the best of reasons, as the allied soldiers were, have some among them, who commit terrible crimes. In part, because war blurs the lines of normal reality and morality).

And I'm saying all of this, because I truly believe that we, as human beings, should always aspire to avoid war whenever possible. I would have given EVERYTHING I could in order to stop Oct 7 from happening. Because the second that the massacre started, that's when this war began, and so many innocent lives were doomed, along with the terrorists. From the POV of what is internationally accepted as an act of war, Hamas firing 4,000 rockets into Israel in one day qualifies. Hamas breaching Israel's border and invading it with thousands of armed fighters qualifies. And without a doubt, Hamas committing the biggest massacre of Jews since the Holocaust, while intentionally targeting civilians, and compounding the horror of so many deaths, with the rape and beheading and torture and abuse and then kidnapping of even more victims, it beyond qualifies as an act of war. In fact, on August 25, 2023 (a month and a half before the massacre), Hamas senior Saleh al-Arouri explicitly said in an Arabic interview that IT IS THEIR GOAL to, that THEY WANT to, start a "total war" with Israel.

Once Hamas made and executed that choice, it doesn't matter how much and how many Israelis may aspire to avoid war. We were already in one. We should always aspire to avoid war, but we also have to recognize that sometimes, the choice simply isn't in our hands. It wasn't in the hands of the British on Sep 1, 1939. And it wasn't in ours on Oct 7, 2023.

And the thing is that war IS hell. Like I said, the massacre of Oct 7 was already war. Which means, it was already hell. Certainly for its victims, but it also was already a hell that every Israeli will carry with them for decades to come. And if we don't want ANOTHER war, if we don't want ANOTHER HELL, then we have to be sure that Hamas, those who chose to start this war, will pay for it in such a way that they can't start another one, and so that others will be deterred from starting one, too (I'm thinking mainly of Hezbollah and Iran, but all Islamists need to see a western democracy not backing down from defending itself in a war it did not choose).

THAT is the meaning behind the ancient Latin phrase, "Si vis pacem, para bellum." If you want peace, prepare for war. It's the understanding that sometimes, for the sake of peace in the long run, you have to be prepared to fight in the near future.

(remember in 2014, as the pope released doves in a symbolic gesture of hoping for peace in Ukraine, and they ended up being attacked?)

I want peace. I have always wanted peace. I was the ridiculous kid, who had a "peace diary" where I wrote every day about how much I wanted peace, and how I hoped it was coming. I'm not writing that diary anymore, but I still want it, and I still believe that one day, we WILL have peace.

But it's not going to happen as long as there are extremists on Israel's borders, who still believe they can genocide us a second time, and are willing to start a war to achieve that. When they give up on that "dream," when they finally see that it will always fail, and in the process, they will suffer hell along with us to such a degree that it just won't be worth it, that's when we'll have real peace. That's when both Israelis and Palestinians will finally be safe from the threat of another hell being unleased on us. We'll have real peace, not the kind made to get something from the other side, but because both sides want peace over war for themselves (that's what the crucial mistake of the "land for peace" formula was IMO. It should be "peace for peace." With agreed land concessions, obviously. But it should be clear that the big prize both sides get is peace itself, and not that one side is doing the other a favor, and giving it peace in exchange for something material, because that kind of peace is an abstract concept, that can be withdrawn at any moment when it's not something the "giver" values for themselves. That's what happened with the Oslo accords, the PLO got territories, self rule and international legitimization, then as admitted by Imad Faluji, the Palestinian Communications Minister, Yasser Arafat planned the launch of the violent riots and wave of terrorist attacks known as the second intifada once he concluded he got as many material prizes out of the accords as he could).

On a side note, when the total number of people killed on both sides during the two intifadas was in the thousands, and the injured in the tens of thousands, IDK how anyone can claim that the call to "globalize the intifada" is anything other than a call for violence and death. The fact that this chant is coming from the same crowd that claims to be pro-peace when they demand a ceasefire now is truly deranged, and can only be rightly addressed with memes...

Sorry for the length, I guess it's still hard to process the inability of people to understand that sometimes, we don't want a war, but we do grasp that we have to fight one, even at the cost of possibly our own life or the lives of those dearest to us, even when it's bloody and nasty and hell, and civilian casualties are impossible to avoid thanks to Hamas' choice of using Gazans as human shields. I'm not sure if this helped, but I hope it somehow did! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Small fun fact about me:

My mom is neurodivergent too! And not only that, but

Me and my mom share a special interest.

[A short post about me, my mom, hyperfixations, and how acceptance can help you grow]

For the last ten years, both me and my mother have had a hyperfixation on Marvel movies and Superhero movies in general.

And if anything, she's more fixated than I am.

This started at the same time, despite my mother never picking up a comic in her life. It happened when we first saw the Avengers in theatres in 2012.

Since then me and my mother have seen every Marvel movie on the day of release, or even a day before release.

When I was in high school, I remember her specifically pulling me out of school early to take me to the marathon premiere of Thor 2 and The Winter Soldier.

She's seen every Marvel media to date outside of the Netflix series. She's already finished Secret Invasion.

In recent years, we've gotten Unlimited movie memberships, and because we live in NY we can often see movies the Thursday before the Friday release, so we go to the movies almost twice a month, and we see movies repeatedly.

I saw ATSV three times in theatres while she saw it twice, and saw GOTG a second or third time. We recently saw Blue Beetle the day or two after release. She keeps me CONSISTENT.

The reason why I theorize about Marvel media and Spider-man media is largely because of her.

For years she was the one I theorized with. I've spoken to her about whether or not Peter set Miles up (she isn't convinced), or argue with her about whether or not Khonsu from Moon Knight is cool (he is).

She watches more Marvel fan content than me and inhales all the essays, reacts, and Easter egg videos on YouTube.

She's the same with recent Star Wars, she's seen Andor and Boba Fett and the Mandalorian, and currently working her way through Asoka.

And she knew about my past fixation on Loki in specific. She even knows about Hobie and Diane.

I told her I want to go to NY ComicCon as my spidersona and she was like "... You'd have to work on your roller skating" and I was SHOOK she remembered that about Diane because she's right.

But yeah, we've always been REALLY REALLY close over marvel stuff, and it's amazing having a parent who has the same fixation as you. It's like a natural thing, and I can speak openly about my theories or interests and she'll be like 'Oh yeah I noticed that incredibly niche moment where Hobie did that one specific thing, what of it'

I'm never treated weird for my fixation. Cause hers is stronger. I told her I didn't want to see GOTG again and she was like HUH and I was so heartbroken that I went and saw it anyway 😭😭

Some of my favorite moments with my mom are in movies theatres. And because we share this niche interest and neurodivergency, we're able to have these in-depth conversations about these characters we've formed bonds to together.

When Loki the show came out we'd been waiting literal years for it - like literally since 2013 talking about it. And I had a lot of mixed feelings about it.

But I could talk about those feelings and thoughts and characterizations with someone I know wouldn't ostracize me, knows the material as well as I do - if not more, and cares about these characters.

Because of that, my theorizing skills were able to grow all throughout my teenage years.

Because my hyperfixation was nurtured instead of demonized.

And I just think that's SO COOL.

Just wanted to share. Here's a photo of Miguel because I hate consistency [this is a hobie household]

Bye.

[mamirhodessxox]

His Strange Addiction (Pt 2)

Cody Rhodes x Fem!OC (Milena Reyz)

His Strange Addiction (Pt 1)

Desc: Cody & Melina have had years worth of chemistry, Literally since 2010 up to Today, Cody & Melina had split off their relationship in 2015 due to him being on the road almost constantly & barely got to see her, but it wasn’t very affective for Melina like he thought it would be, because of the issue they had with their relationship she didn’t think there would be a future between them but she still had love for him. Melina has had a history with wrestling as much as Cody has & recently got signed in with WWE & barely paid any attention to Cody half of the time but Cody had been fixated on her since she stepped foot into the company.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Milena serving cunt, Cody being a whore for Milena, Mentions of insecurity, 1 Year time skip, slightly toxic duo, oral sex (fem receiving) Cody getting pleasure from giving pleasure.

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It had been a year since that afternoon in the beach where Milena was officially engaged to Cody, Their wedding was being next next week but this year was NOT easy fir them, in-fact it was a shit show, Milena had problems communicating certain things to Cody that upset her so instead she would run her mouth or either ball it up and keep it to herself, she was also very jealous sometimes, okay thats a lie ALL the time.

Milena had to resign from being a wrestler for WWE to give her body a break before her wedding so she became script manager & Head of scheduling events like Summer-slam and all of the good shit, Well today Cody & Milena showed up to the Las Vegas Nevada arena where WWE Monday night raw was being held & immediately she was set off, Cody is very patient with Milena because he understands that she needs to get adjusted to being with him 24/7, he liked the fact she was emotionally attached to him but he didn’t like when she wouldn’t communicate, he would have to beg on his knees for her to open up and that would take at least a 3 month process.

Milena walked around backstage looking for Cody & even checking his dressing room “Cody??” She walked over to Jey & smile “Hey Jey have you seen Cody??” He smiled back and pointed towards the locker room “He should be in there.” She nodded and started making her way towards there, and then she saw Bianca standing in-front of him laughing & giggling over a joke he made where he barely laughed, What really set her off was when she saw Bianca run her hand down Cody’s arm so she made her way in the locker room making her presence known, Cody turned and kissed Milena’s cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist “Milena sweetheart this is Bia-“ She nodded & cut him off “I know who she is Cody.” She scowled while Bianca just smiled and tried shaking her hand, Cody cracked another joke to cut the tension which made Bianca laugh a little to hard.

“He isn’t that funny.” She scoffed making Cody turn his head to face Milena & give her a ‘Knock it off’ look, She glared back at him before shoving herself away from him “I’m gonna start scheduling things now, It was nice meeting you Bianca.” She smiled condescendingly while Bianca waved “Bye girl!” The moment Milena walked out of the locker room and started hauling ass to her office Cody followed behind her “What the hell is your problem Milena?” she scoffed ignoring him but the moment they got to the office Cody pressed her against the door and crossed his arms “Don’t ignore me you know I don’t like that sweetheart.” Milena rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips “You can’t possibly not know what pissed me off Cody! She was giving you the fuck me eyes & really? Laughing that hard? No offense baby but you’re not that funny you’re not Dave Chapelle so why is she cackling and giggling like that? And the ARM?? She STROKED your arm!!” She immediately ran her mouth while Cody smiled amusingly “Sweetheart she was not giving me the fuck me ey-“ she shut him up “No! You’re not doing this! You’re not going to dismiss everything I said to debunk her and give her the benefit of the doubt because I swear to god if you do I will go fucking insane, men who do that ALWAYS end up screwing the woman they gave the benefit of the doubt!” Milena cried out

Cody stared at her before cupping her face into his hands “Sweetheart you realize I’m literally in love with you right? I begged for you to give me another chance on my KNEES at that, I proposed to you on the beach with your favorite goddamn burrito, we get married next fucking week and you think I’d betray you like that? Absolutely not and if I ever do you better publicly behead me.” He kissed the top of her head while she frowned at him “Cody I don’t feel comfortable with her around you! I do not fucking trust her.” He sighed and wrapped her into a hug while rubbing her back “Sweetheart she’s married.” She didn’t care “So? Never stopped a woman from having an affair with another man before.” He shook his head and pulled away making her look up at him “Baby you’re being ridiculous.” That exact sentence set Milena off, she backed up and raised a brow, ridiculous? Oh she’ll show him ridiculous.

She scoffed and walked out of her office leaving Cody alone and went back to the locker rooms and saw Bianca “You want him so fucking bad FINE! Have him, I couldn’t care less.” Cody chased after her but Milena immediately walked off and left the Arena while Bianca stood in shock, Cody apologized on Milenas behalf and left the Arena looking for her “God damnit mills!” He sighed realizing she took the rental car back to Their hotel

An hour later he got to the hotel after taking an uber & rushed into the suite you both shared and watched her pack her bags while she was in a hysterical mood, “What the hell do you think your doing?” Milena looked over glaring “I’m leaving!” He shook his head & walked over to her “No you’re not, I worked to hard to get us where we are today, and I swear to god if you leave me i’ll sell my goddamn left nut to get you back if I have to.”

Milena frowned and practically broke down and flopped her forehead into his chest, she was an emotional wreck, and he just held her, he understood that sometimes Milena would have certain emotional outbursts since they had rekindled their relationship, he also understood that the split up between them did in-fact affect her but she didn’t have the time or mindset to process that pain so everything crashed into her like a tsunami. She sighed and wiped off her face while Cody rubbed her back “You know I love you right?” He mumbled and made her look up at him, She nodded her head a little bit and sniffled “That’s not the answer I want Milena, I want to hear you say it.” He spoke to her in a stern tone while running his fingers through her hair while she stood in silence “Say it before I start showing you.” He raised a brow at her not following directions so he sighed covering the blinds & taking off his suit jacket & removing his tie and shoving any packed bags on the ground “Cody what the hell are you doing?” She spoke out while he started unbuttoning his shirt & look over at her

“Y’know sweetheart you’d think the ring sitting on your finger right now would prove how much I love you & only want you but I guess I have to physically prove it to you.” He scoffed and pointed at her “Take off your clothes.” Milena raised her eyebrows & let out a light laugh “Are you serious? I thought we were waiting until after the wedding?” He shook his head “You really don’t follow directions do you?” He sighed and practically ripped off her top & lifted her pencil skirt & took off her panties before pushing her on the bed and kneeling in between her legs and holding up one of them kissing the side of your ankle “I mean Jesus Mills you know you have me wrapped around your finger, begged on my knees for you, cried over you for 9 years straight but that’s not enough for you to believe me is it?”

She whined looking up at him while he put her leg down, Cody had her sit up for a second while he unclipped her bra and pressed a kiss against her lips “You okay with this angel?” She nodded her head placing her hand against his cheek but he held her wrist shaking his head and kissing the palm of her head “That won’t do sweetheart I meed you to start using your words, try again baby.” She frowned and let out a sigh “I’m okay with this Codes.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head “Good girl.”

He fondled her breasts before sitting up on his knees and unzipping his pants & taking off his belt throwing it got knows where. He leaned back down and kissed her again while dragging his hand down her thighs smirking before crawling beneath her & burying his face in-between her thighs causing her to hitch her breath & let out a whine before he flicked his tongue against her clit making her let out a strained cry “Cody! Po-Point proven asshole!!.” He chuckled and moved his eyes up at her before dipping his tongue into her entrance & starting to eat her out.

Milena cried & withered into the bed nearly ripping the sheets and tried sitting up but he was absolutely not having it, He pulled away & plunged his fingers inside of her and laid her back down “Stop being a brat & sit still for once in your goddamn life please?” She whined and followed his directions while he moved the pace of his hand 10x faster which caused her to tear up from such overwhelming pleasure she was receiving “Gonna cum!!” She clawed at his forearm which made him let out a chuckle and wipe off her face before she hit her climax & came.

Cody smiled before pulling away & grabbing a wash cloth from the bathroom & cleaning her up “You believe me yet?” Milena let out a sigh following with a chuckle & nodded her head, “fine yes I believe you.” He grinned and kissed her head “Good, as you should sweetheart.” She smiled and wrapped herself into the blankets.

The next day Milena was walking around the Arena backstage to check up on the wrestlers and go over schedules & saw her fiancée walking around with Jey so she tried running towards him in heels “CODY SLOW THE FUCK DOWN I CAN’T RUN IN HEELS!” The two turned around and he smiled in amusement “Well nice to see you too pretty girl, to what do i owe you the pleasure of seeing me?” She hummed and pointed at the clipboard “Summerslam July, Miami, I need you to work on when you want to hold your matches.” He nodded “Anyone ever tell you that you’re very sexy when you speak about business?” Milena glared and smacked him in the chest “Cody focus!” He laughed nodding “Yes sweetheart I already started working on my schedules.” Jey noticed as Bianca walked by eying Cody & raised a brow “What’s up with her?” Milena turned around watching Bianca walk off & looked at Cody “Fuck me eyes. I told you.” Jey choked on his drink “What the fuck are Fuck me eyes?” Cody sighed running a hand down his face “Milena says Bianca is into me and gives me eyes that beg for me to fuck her.” Jey looked at Milena & Nodded “She’s not to far off then. Do I have fuck me eyes??” Jey joked before standing infront of cody swaying back and forth batting his eyes making Milena cross her arms while Cody laughed pushing Jey away. “I don’t care Bianca can stare as much as she wants but she better not act shocked when i start talking about how Cody fin-“ Jey screeched & Cody covered her mouth “Hey sweetheart? I love you but some things need to stay in that little noggin of yours got it?”

For now all was well, Milena just hoped nothing would get in the way of her wedding with Cody. Hopefully, right?

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[keepittoyourshelf]

I’ve been thinking far too much lately, about BG3 of course because the hyper fixation is only just starting to wane now after 4 months.

Anyways, I am tired of certain members of the fan community inferring that women players shouldn’t pursue Astarion because he shows a clear preference for men. I don’t disagree that in-game dialogue that I have personally seen re: his past dalliances have shown them to be exclusively male. I am not sure if that was a conscious choice on the part of writers, but if it was, I suspect it has more to do with driving home the canonicity of his identity as a queer character in general than it does saying he’s a gay character that can choose to be with women only if the player forces him to.

It’s funny that nobody raises this issue with Halsin, another enthusiastically pansexual character, and I would bet my life on the reason behind that being that Halsin is your stereotypical burly outwardly masculine character, whereas Astarionis decidedly foppish and more delicate in appearance.

Boiled down it seems like a lot of people think that body hair and a messy hairdo makes a canonically pansexual male character “less gay” than another and therefore a more valid romantic option for women.

I’m not going to get into how there is so much more to Astarion (or Halsin for that matter) than his physicality. But certain types of people (i.e. neckbeards and incels) can’t wrap their head around the fact that a character that moves beyond the borders of their limited, one dimensional concept of masculinity could be enthusiastic about fucking a woman. I’m not excluding people that are members of the homosexual community that might be advocating for the fact that Astarion is clearly gay either. They’re a problem too just in smaller numbers.

I mean this poor, wonderful vampire man, so obviously in need of love, is literally accepting all comers (no pun intended I know Astarion hates puns) and because he’s flamboyant and pretty it’s somehow less believable?

I dunno, I get that people are overprotective of stuff they love and there’s this weird instinct to claim things so your obsession seems somehow more validated or whatever. And I probably would feel stupid having daydreams about gay men wanting to sleep with me (real or fake) if they were explicitly stated to be gay.

Astarion’s pansexuality isn’t implied, it’s confirmed, so don’t piss in my cornflakes and let me enjoy playing out the vampire romance dreams I’ve been harboring since I first read Interview With the Vampire in 1994. Like this is the closest I’ll ever get to realizing my dream of Lestat being real and me getting to make out with him and have him tell me I’m pretty so let me just have it for fuck’s sake.

Interesting side note about Lestat, he is yet another character who shows overwhelming textual evidence of being what some would consider gay (flamboyant, dramatic, into fashion) yet can appreciate and enjoy the beauty of women as well. For whatever reason though folks seem to think women have less of a “claim” over Astarion than Lestat, so whatever.

Tldr: Astarion is a man of prodigious appetites, and sometimes he wants tits and pussy and that’s okay.

They’re both hot, they both want my Tav, so fuck off.

[eryingsfate]

Ichiby H-e-double-hockey sticks

Now that i have been informed of this ship and read a whole ao3 fic (LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE) on it, i have become obsessed and hyper fixated... SO heres a prompt/story idea for any writers out there! (pls write ichiby content im literally dying)

amnesia au!

Sometime after the battle with Big Mom, or even later in the series, a mission involving Ichiji goes wrong and he ends up knocked out and is left drifting on the sea. He washes up on the shore of a small island and the only thing he remembers is his first name. He's sitting on the beach in a daze when Koby finds him.

Koby was stationed on a small, warm island that has been a victim of numerous pirate attacks. He had a small squadron with him in case the pirates were to come back. (Really it was a forced vacation because he's supposed to be stuck there for a month.) He was walking along the beach when he saw Ichiji, instantly recognizing the curled eyebrows, striking red hair, and germa attire. Koby instantly went on guard as he approached Ichiji and after a small interaction it became very clear that Ichiji had no idea where, or even WHO, he was. Koby decided to take advantage of this and see if he can find out anything about the germa modifications. As time goes on it becomes clear that something about Ichiji was different. Koby heard the stories of the infamous Germa prince, about how he was emotionless and held no sympathy whatsoever. How he was modified to be the perfect soldier, but Ichiji seemed to show any emotion like it was the first time he'd ever even felt. Koby began theorizing on what happened and came to the conclusion that whatever happened before he found Ichiji had messed with his modifications and given him his emotions back. Koby then realized he could try and help Ichiji and maybe even redeem him.

Meanwhile everything felt so foreign to Ichiji, everything he saw came with a feeling and it was driving him mad because a part of him was screaming that it was wrong. When Ichiji looked at the ocean, he felt his mind calm and blue hair appeared in his mind. When he looked at the green leaves of the trees he felt protective as green hair flashed in head. He looked at the pink flowers and felt a deep respect. He saw the sun and felt his heart twist. Ichiji didn't understand it at all.

Koby decides to start his idea with taking Ichiji to see the townspeople, since he doesn't remember anything he shouldn't try anything against them. The marine believed the best way to start helping Ichiji understand emotions was to let him see how other people interacted. It was all going well until one of Koby's men came up to him and reported that a little girl had gone missing. An island-wide search began.

As Ichiji follows Koby around the island, looking for a little girl named 'Miriam,' he feels concern run deep into his bones, it makes him want to run and scream the girl's name but he refrains from doing so. Ichiji sees a flash of yellow run behind a tall tree, and he stops Koby and shushes the pink haired man. Ichiji carefully steps around the tree and sees a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes looking at him. She's obviously scared. Ichiji just crouches down and looks at her, he doesn't know why he does it, he just does. Koby watches on, ready to intervene at any moment. The little girl goes running into Ichiji's arms and she hugs him. Ichiji freezes and doesn't know how to respond, so he looks at Koby, who has a soft smile on his face, and it's a look that warms the red haired man's heart. It's revealed that Miriam's father had been upset with Miriam's poor performance in school and he had hit her. All he can think of is how disgusting the man was for punishing a child for something almost completely out of their control. As Ichiji hears this he sees a scene passing through his mind, of a blonde boy who looks similar to him begging for his father to help him as he's beat into the ground. As the memory(?) fades, Ichiji feels that gut wrenching guilt come back and it's even worse this time.

Miriam ends up having to go home with Koby and Ichiji as an emergency placement while Koby's men and some older townspeople contact her mother. It wasn't ideal, but Miriam didn't want to be away from the men who saved her. Once Miriam is safely tucked into one of the guest beds, Ichiji and Koby sit and talk about the days events and Ichiji reluctantly opens up about the things he felt and saw throughout the day.

Koby is shocked that his theory was right and that there was a chance to possibly help Ichiji. With his mind made up, Koby decides that before he leaves this island, he's going to help Ichiji Vinsmoke become a better person and help him see the error in his ways.

Throughout the story we see Koby teach Ichiji about different emotions and ways to deal with them. Ichiji ends up growing close with Miriam, whose smile reminds him of a woman he once saw. One day, Ichiji is sitting on the couch of the house reading a book when his head begins pounding and floods of memories come rushing back, each accompanied by strong emotions. He feels himself flooded with guilt over the blood he's spilled and the abuse he forced on his brother. Once Ichiji comes back to, he sees Koby fretting over him. He doesn't fully register that he's awake until Koby brushes his hand over Ichiji's forehead, which causes the man's stomach to erupt into butterflies.

Koby and Miriam heard a yell and ran into the living room to see Ichiji passed out on the couch with a pained expression stuck on his face. Once Ichiji wakes up about thirty minutes later, Koby can tell something changed by the haunted look in Ichiji's eyes. Nonetheless he takes care of Ichiji throughout the rest of the day until Miriam is tucked into bed, which is when Koby confronts him.

Ichiji had spent most the day agonizing over his past actions and wondering how the hell he was going to go home like this.

"You remember."

"I do."

Koby sits there and waits for Ichiji to do something. Ichiji on the other hand is questioning if he even wants to go back to Germa. For the past 2 weeks, his home had become the pink haired marine and the blonde little girl, how could he leave when looking at Koby brought him so much peace and taking care of Miriam made him feel like he had a real purpose? Ichiji Vinsmoke was a prince, a warrior, a killer, and a true monster. But Ichiji? The man who lived with Koby and Miriam, who was known to be helpful to the townspeople? He was a friend, a father figure, a lover, a person with emotions. He couldn't just leave Miriam and Koby, they had shown him how to love and to what it was like to be loved. He didn't even realize till this point, the defining moment, that he had fallen in love with man who decided he deserved a chance to be someone else, rather then throwing Ichiji into a cell for the rest of his life. Yet at the same time, Ichiji was also a brother and the heir to a kingdom. He had responsibilities and people to take care of. In that moment, Ichiji knew he had to make a decision. He could go back to being being a prince who killed without ever showing mercy, or he could stay and build a true family. Once he really thought about it, Ichiji knew what he wanted. He wanted a home, where could be Ichiji. Not Prince Ichiji Vinsmoke, not an assassin, but just Ichiji.

"Well? What are you going to do, Vinsmoke?"

Koby was on edge, now that everything was out and Ichiji has his memories back, he could easily turn on the entire town. Koby had tried to help Ichiji without his consent and who knows how the red haired man would react? Koby had spent all this time forgetting who this man truly was. Koby had ended up forgetting that Ichiji was a prince of Germa and instead found someone he was falling in love with. How stupid could he be?! Ichiji Vinsmoke was a dangerous assassin who could easily defeat and entire army by himself, and if Koby wasn't careful, he would take Miriam's life alongside his own. Koby had seem Ichiji go from someone dangerous, to someone who needed help, then to someone who he loved. And in this moment, Koby's own fate rested on Ichiji's decision.

"Don't look at me like that Ko"

Don't call me that, Please don't break my heart

"What game are you playing Vinsmoke?"

Please, I haven't changed

"And please don't call me that either, that's not my name."

"...What?"

The world seemed to come to a halt. Something had hardened in Ichiji's eyes, as if he made a decision.

"I am not a Vinsmoke, not anymore. You're the one who decided and taught me that."

Thank you

"I didn't decide nor did I teach you that. I saw someone who was forced into a horrible lifestyle and saw a chance to help, so I did, because that is what i do. You didn't have a choice. I heard the story after Whole Cake Island and when everything came out. Your 'father' decided your life was worth less and turned you into a lab rat, and you never got a chance to decide how you felt about it because you were only a child and that man stole your humanity in the form of your emotions. You only did what you were taught because no one ever thought to teach you better. You thought yourself higher than everyone else because that is what you were taught and told to believe. No one in this world is born truly evil, many turn to the wrong side because no one helped them and it was a means to an end, or perhaps they lost their way because no one was there to help them. When i saw you that day I saw someone who was given a second chance by the world, and I chose to help you because I wanted to. Now you will decide what to do with that chance, Ichiji."

Everything was silent as Koby awaited Ichiji's answer.

"Thank you. I choose to stay here with you and Miriam."

Koby's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he smiled. He felt his heart beat faster at the smile he received in return. Koby felt his heart stop as Ichiji pulled him closer and rested his forehead against Koby's.

"Please, I want to become a good older brother and i want to apologize to Sanji and be able to help fix the others. I don't want to go back to being father's puppet."

"I'll help you every step of the way."

For a moment, the two just stayed in that position salty tears dripping onto the couch, and their breath mingling. The two came closer until a creak was heard in the hallway. The two looked at eachother with the silent agreement to talk about that later, but first, they had to tend to Miriam.

Thats all folks! If anyone wants me to ill write more of this au later! Now i didn't even know this ship was a thing till two days ago (You two know who you are) and i found it thru someone i follow! I hope ya'll enjoyed my silly lil story!

[gaysforbyler]

I have no idea how to start this post, so I’m just going to do what I do best and ramble.

Firstly, the most important stuff. I want to say thank you to anyone who has ever read get him back, even if you hated it and immediately clicked off. I genuinely was not expecting anyone to actually read it, let alone engage with it at all. I love the little community that has built in my comment sections, you guys are seriously the sweetest people in the world. Receiving comments has been the highlight of my week these past six months (six months!). I just can’t believe that people were actually interested in my little story, especially since Will had a boyfriend, which the fandom (including me) tends to hate.

When I first came up with the idea, I was only about 25% sure I was actually going to do it. Part of the reason was because I had exactly four ideas for it: Will has a toxic boyfriend, he forces Will to drink, Will is emo, and Mike graffitis Will’s boyfriend’s car. The first eight chapters were literally improvised on the spot, idk how you guys put up with that.

The second reason was because I was never really a writer. I had tried writing in the past (when I was like 14 😐 and again a little over a year ago) but I was very bad. I really didn’t think I would be able to manage as big of a project as this, especially since my attention span is so tiny, but I decided to go ahead with it anyway.

Not to be Mike Wheeler, but that might have been the best thing I’ve ever done. It sounds stupid, because it’s literally just fan fiction, but I’ve had more fun doing this than I have in years. Get him back means the world to me, and I would love to keep posting an infinite number of chapters, but I’m burnt out and I kind of want it out of my face. If you didn’t see before, I might (probably) be doing some little stories to go along with it, because I can’t just leave this fic forever. The characters are my babies and I love them dearly.

Anyways, to wrap things up, thank you to everyone who supported me through this, I love you so much <333. Special shout out to my beta, you are seriously the only reason I was ever able to finish this. I have no idea how you read the messes that were chapters 1&2 and decided that was good enough to be locked in for life, but thank you so much!

I’m getting emotional now, I need to stop talking. I love the little guys I’ve been hyper fixating on since I as was 12, obviously shout out to them. My beautiful beautiful sons, love laugh love Byler.

[geminiwritten]

dr. dreamy ; bones

fandom: star trek

pairing: bones x reader

summary: it’s been a while since you’ve been laid, and it’s starting to affect your mood so jim offers his help before quickly realising that you’re still hung up on a mysterious ‘mr. dreamy’ from your academy days... but he soon finds out that the man you’ve been in love with for the past five years is, in fact, the enterprise’s best doctor

notes: did somebody say hyper-fixation? also, if you haven’t noticed already, i have a favourite formula... i wrote this while sick, so apologies if its crap, but let me know what you think!

warnings: swearing and horny

word count: 4173

The turbolift halts when it reaches the deck on which the upper-most access to the warp core is located. Your steps are sluggish, and the lace on your left boot is about five strides from falling untied, but you don’t really care to fix it even as you feel your boot go lax. Your heel begins to slip in and out of place just as you reach the door to one of the larger maintenance rooms.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Scotty asks as soon as he sees you.

You shrug, “just tired.”

“Too tired to remember where you’re s’pposed to be?” he stops you from picking up the spare pair of gloves from the bench, “first aid trainin’?”

A vague memory fights its way to the front of your mind, and you recall being ordered by Jim to attend the annual first aid training course that at least two crew members from each division were required to attend.

“Why me?” you sigh, “why can’t you be the first aid officer, or-or Ayden?” The young brunette lieutenant who was half-concealed behind a large metal tank pokes his head out.

“Because,” Scotty says, dismissing Ayden with a wave of his hand, “the capt’n requested you specifically, and I know he’s a bit of bastard sometimes but he’s still our capt’n.”

“He just wants me to suffer because he has to,” you grumble.

He chuckles as he grips your shoulders and physically turns you back toward the door, “I doubt you’ll be sufferin’ much, lassie, I heard the CMO himself is runnin’ this one.”

Your feet forget their steps and you stumble before catching yourself on the doorjamb. “W-Why is Bones running it? Isn’t he busy? He never does this kind of thing,” you say as you turn back to face Scotty.

He shrugs, “capt’n’s orders, I guess. Now go before you’re late.”

You drag your feet out the door, down the corridor, and into the lift once again, all the while muttering about all the ways you intend on getting back at Jim.

You met Jim on your second day at Starfleet Academy and were almost immediately joined at the hip, being one of the only women on campus who was immune to the man’s charm. Well, not entirely immune at first, but you’ve definitely built it up over the years. It took a whole twelve months before you met his other other half, the doctor, and no matter how many years you spend with that man, you will never be immune to Leonard McCoy. From the moment you met him, you knew you were doomed, though you still tried desperately to deny it and got pretty good at controlling your body’s reactions to him. Your thoughts, however, not so much.

For almost two whole years, you managed to keep your crush under wraps, even though it was quite literally crushing you. It was one drunken night when you finally confessed to Jim, not quite revealing the identity of the man you were in love with but giving him enough information that he actually comforted you. That was when you realised it was a lost cause, and you were condemned to pine after this man for all eternity, because even James Tiberius Kirk couldn’t make a joke about your heartache. He did, however, affectionately nickname this mysterious man ‘Mr. Dreamy’ and continue to ask you about him and allow you to vent. It was nice to not have to bottle it all up, but it felt strange talking to one of your best friends about the other without him even knowing that it was the other best friend that you were talking about. Your conscience certainly took a guilty blow every time you’d end up in tears in Jim’s arms, or have to quickly change the conversation because Leonard was approaching. Jim never questioned it though, nor did he push the topic when you stopped bringing it up once aboard the Enterprise, leaving him to assume that Mr. Dreamy was left behind at the academy.

“You’re late,” Jim says as you fall into the chair beside him.

“You’re ugly,” you retort.

The large conference room is devoid of the oversized table that usually sits at its center, instead there are only two smaller tables piled high with medical equipment surrounded by a number of limbless, humanoid dummies. You and Jim are sitting in the front row of the audience chairs, whereas most of the crew attending had opted for further back.

“That’s no way to speak to your captain,” he chuckles, “what’s got your panties in a knot?”

“My panties are neither yours nor Scotty’s business,” you snap, though as soon as the words leave your lips you know you’ve given away exactly the reason why they are in a proverbial knot.

You’ve been aboard the USS Enterprise for almost two years, which means it’s been two years and one month – give or take a day – since you’ve been laid, and holy shit are you frustrated. It isn’t that you have an aversion to sex, or are practicing abstinence, in fact, you have a very healthy enjoyment for the act. It just so happens that you can’t seem to want anyone other than the one man you can’t have, because who fucking knows what would happen if you went down that route after five long years of friendship.

Jim’s laughter turns into a childish giggle, “has it been a while?”

You roll your eyes, “yes, Jim, it’s been a while.”

“How long?”

You turn in your chair to face the curious man, “that is also none of your business.”

“You know,” he glances around the room, “I know for a fact that there are many lovely lieutenants aboard this ship who would be more than willing to scratch that itch for you.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, “and no. Do you know how complicated it can get when you sleep with someone you’re stuck on a spaceship with for five years?”

“I do, actually,” he replies, “I know very well, but that doesn’t mean we should have to ignore one of our most primal needs.”

“Primal needs,” you roll your eyes again, “I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine. Three more years won’t kill me.”

He gasps, “it’s been three years?”

You roll your eyes again so hard you’re sure you saw your brain, “Jim, you know very well it hasn’t been three years.”

“Wait, so you haven’t slept with any since… since we-”

“Nope,” you say, stopping him from finish that sentence.

Yep, you had sex with Jim Kirk, but in your defense, who hasn’t? It was a drunken night, one week from embarking on the Enterprise’s five-year journey, and you were both a little lonely and incredibly horny. It wasn’t half bad either, if only a little strange sleeping with one of your best friends while you were in love with the other.

“Holy shit, Y/N, I didn’t-”

“Of course you didn’t know, Jim,” you sigh, turning back to the front of the room, “besides it’s not like I haven’t had… options, I’m just not interested.”

He frowns, “don’t tell me you’re still hung up on Mr. Dreamy.”

You purse your lips to keep from laughing, not out of mirth but something more along the lines of grim amusement, and your silence is enough of an answer for Jim.

“Hey,” he places a hand on your arm, “you know, I wouldn’t object if you wanted me to… help you out again. Believe me it was no chore, I mean-”

“Jim!” you snap, “shut up before somebody hears you.”

His cheeky grin only grows wider, “come on, you think anyone on this ship would be surprised to find out we’ve slept together?”

Before you can reply, the sound of someone clearing their throat catches your attention, and you both snap toward the front of the room to find the doctor himself staring at you. His frown is harsher than usual, and his hair a little mussed, which only fills your inappropriate mind with a thousand different fantasies of the messy-haired doctor in your bed.

“Well,” Jim sighs, “maybe one person.”

You glance around to the find majority of the room watching you while the rest of them do anything they can to not witness this situation unfold.

“Sorry, Bones,” Jim says, “you can begin now.”

“Well, thank you, Jim,” the doctor replies sarcastically before turning his attention to the room, “now that our captain has given his blessing, let’s get started.”

Jim settles back in his chair, though his demeanor is less relaxed and a little more anxious than before. You keep your eyes trained on the holographic slides behind Leonard as he talks about first aid basics and what different codes and acronyms mean. You try your hardest not to look at him, but all you can think about is how much you want to jump his bones. His voice is still a little raspy from sleep, and you start to fantasize about how delicious his Southern drawl would sound whispered against your neck.

Your almost halfway through a dangerously vivid daydream when Jim nudges you. “Are you okay?” he asks, and only then do you realise that the rest of crew had begun packing away their chairs to make room on the floor.

You nod and stand, dragging your chair to the side while Jim retrieves one of the rubbery dummies from the front of the room. Everyone pairs off, and you sit on the opposite side of the dummy to Jim while he uses his PADD to pull up some notes.

“Now,” Bones says, “we’re going to practice a variety of different cardiopulmonary resuscitation techniques. The concept is the same, it just depends on the anatomy of the patient.”

Jim hands you the PADD and you start flipping through all the different diagrams of different species’ anatomies, each illustration pointing out the location of the body’s heart, lungs, and esophagus.

“How the hell does he remember all these?” you wonder aloud.

Jim chuckles, “why do you think he’s so grumpy all the time?”

You get up on your knees for a better angle at the dummy and place your hands over where the heart would be on a human.

“I have to ask,” he says before you can start practicing compressions, “how do you even know if Mr. Dreamy is still single? Why wait for him?”

“It’s not like I still think I have a chance with him,” you reply, “it’s just… complicated.”

“How could it be complicated? I know you’ve got your excuses, but if you’re so in love with this guy, what’s to lose if you just ask him out?”

You can’t help but glance over your shoulder at the doctor. He’s kneeling beside another pair and helping them with their hand placement.

“It just is,” you say, before starting CPR on your own dummy.

“Well,” Jim says, “my offer still stands, because who knows how long before you’re grumpier than the good doctor over there.”

You sit back on your heels and gesture for him to take his turn, deciding not to acknowledge his proposal. After taking turns on three different methods of CPR, the doctor appears beside you.

“Do you need any help?” he asks as he kneels on the floor, and you want to say yes but you know he’s only referring to the dummy.

“You underestimate us, Bones,” Jim replies, “we’re top of the class.”

“Sure you are,” Bones rolls his eyes, “show me then.”

Jim sits back and gestures for you to do the honors.

You turn to the doctor, and the butterflies in your stomach erupt into a frenzy. “J-Just human?” you ask, cursing yourself for stuttering.

He nods and you lean over the dummy, placing your hands over where the sternum would be and starting a rhythmic pulse of compressions.

“Harder,” he says, which almost makes your hands slip off the dummy entirely. “Don’t be scared to break a rib, I’m sure they’d prefer a broken bone over death.”

You take a deep breath to compose yourself and put a little more force into the compressions. After counting to thirty, you tip the head of the dummy back, pinch its rubbery nose, and act as if you’re blowing into its mouth without actually putting your lips on it. Then you return to performing compressions.

“Good girl,” the doctor praises, and your sure your heart stops just as your breath does. Your hands slip and you have to catch yourself on the floor to keep from faceplanting.

You sit back and stare at Bones’ arms as he rolls his sleeves up and positions himself over the dummy.

“Make sure you interlock your fingers,” he says, “and keep your arms extended, that way you won’t lose stability.”

You want to listen, but you can’t stop staring at his bare arms as he performs perfect CPR on the doll in front of you. His skin is tanned and taught across his strong muscles, honed from years of practicing to have the steadiest and most skilled hands in all of Starfleet. His hands, oh god, you’ve had countless dreams about them tangling in your hair and touching every inch of your body.

You shift a little to try and relieve the pressure building between your thighs.

“Jim,” Bones says, “your turn.”

You look up to find Jim staring at you, his brows furrowed and a question on his lips as he slowly moves to take over from the doctor. Once satisfied with Jim’s technique, Bones leaves to help another pair and you quickly start flipping through the PADD to find the next diagram.

“Y/N,” Jim says, his tone suddenly serious.

You glance up, your cheeks hot, “Captain.”

He stares at you, his blue eyes trapping you and stopping you from looking away no matter how much you want to.

“Holy shit,” you can practically see the lightbulb flash above his head, “holy shit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice! I mean, it’s so obvious, and- how the hell did I not realise? Holy shit.”

“Jim-”

“It’s Bones!” he exclaims, earning startled glances from the people surrounding you.

“Jim, please-”

“No, no, no, you’re not lying your way out of this one,” he says, “I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me that Mr. Dreamy- or should I say Doctor Dreamy is Bones.”

You sink onto your bum and cross your legs on front of you, leaning your elbows on your knees as you hide your face in your hands. “Jim, please don’t say anything,” you plead, “he can’t know, no one can know.”

“The way you look at him, the way you’ve always looked at him,” he goes on, though his voice is significantly lower, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

Before you can say another word, Bones calls the room’s attention. Behind him, the holographic slides have changed to new points of information, and everyone falls silent to listen to the doctor’s speech.

You can see Jim squirming from the corner of your eye as you try to listen to the rest of the seminar, but it’s almost impossible to hear anything over the beating of your own heart. Heat washes over you in waves, ensuring your cheeks remain a bright shade of red and making your uniform feel itchy and tight. It feels like an eternity before Bones announces a break for lunch.

You grab Jim before he can move and begin dragging him out of the room, down the corridor, and into one of the smaller, vacant conference rooms.

He’s already giggling as you flop into one of the chairs, “you’re in love with Bones.”

You sigh, “yep.”

“And have been for five years?”

“Yep.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s stupid,” you reply, “and when I first met him, he was still getting over the divorce. Every time we’d drink together, he’d end up ranting about his ex and either make himself angry or upset. We all became such good friends, and before I knew it… I just didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

“Ruin the friendship?” he repeats, “what are we? Teenagers in some old, soapy television drama?”

You shrug, “yes, I’m in love with him, but I’d rather have him in my life even just as a friend than not at all.”

“What makes you think he wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Have you seen the women who hit on him?” you scoff, “and the women he’s been with? I could never-”

“Hey,” he interrupts you and pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “none of that. You’re gorgeous, and Bones would be an idiot not to agree.”

“Okay,” you swat his hand away, “say we did go out, but it didn’t go well, and then I’ve lost one of my closest friends and made it incredibly awkward for you. Not to mention being stuck on this damn ship with him for another three years.”

Jim huffs, his eyes boring into his own shoes. It looks as if he’s having his own argument in his head, his posture rigid and his lips set into a hard line.

“Jim, just promise-”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a red-shirted lieutenant pokes their head through the door, “but I actually have this room booked in five minutes.”

“Oh,” you stand and grab Jim’s arm, “sorry.”

You pull your captain into the corridor and begin back toward the big conference room.

“Y/N, just hear me out.”

You turn abruptly and push Jim against the wall with a hand on his chest, “no, Jim, you hear me out. You know how I feel, and you know how long I’ve felt like this, so don’t you dare try and tell me what I should do. Just because you now know it’s Leonard doesn’t change anything.”

“Okay,” he raises his hands in surrender, “okay, I’ll shut up, I’m sorry.”

You release him slowly and he lowers his hands.

“I have to admit though,” he smirks, “he’d be an excellent lay.”

“Jim!” you exclaim, your hands balling into fists at your side.

He chuckles and looks down the corridor, his grin disappearing the instant his eyes land on the doctor. You frown and follow his gaze before quickly taking two steps back from your captain.

Jim clears his throat, “Bones-”

“We’re starting again,” the doctor says, before turning sharply and walking back into the conference room.

Neither of you say another word as you reenter the room and take a seat in the front row once again. Leonard avoids looking your way for the rest of the afternoon, and though you can’t help but worry about what you’ve done wrong, it also allows you to stare at him unashamedly. You let your thoughts run wild, imagining his hands pinning your wrists down, his body on top of yours, and his mouth everywhere as he slowly unties that knot below your stomach that’s been twisting tighter and tighter for five years.

Eventually he calls the day to an end, and everyone thanks him before shuffling out of the room, everyone but Jim.

“Dinner?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath before standing, “I’ll be there soon, you go ahead.”

Your heart thuds nervously, but you stop yourself from questioning him any further and turn toward the door. You’re the last out aside from Jim, and you can hear him address his friend just as you step into the corridor. The last of the crew shuffle into the lift. “Are you coming?” one asks.

You fight with your good conscience before shaking your head, “no, you go.”

The doors of the lift ease shut, and you turn several times on the spot, asking yourself whether you’re a sneaky person before giving in and pressing yourself against the conference room’s door.

“Bones,” you hear Jim’s voice, “just listen to me.”

“I don’t really feel like listening to you right now, Jim,” the doctor bites back.

You frown and press your ear against the door.

“Please, let me explain.”

“Explain what exactly?” Bones asks, his tone harsh, “the part where you slept with girl I love, or the part where you lied to me so that I didn’t?”

You smack your hand over your mouth to keep from gasping… or screaming.

“I didn’t lie to you, Bones, I just-”

“You told me she was in love with some other guy, and that I couldn’t ask her out because it would only make things awkward.”

“I didn’t lie to you, I-I just didn’t know that-” Jim sighs loudly, “Bones, I am sorry, we were both drunk and it didn’t mean anything, it was just-”

“Just sex?” Bones snaps, “that’s all it ever is with you, Jim, you never think about anyone else.”

“I know, it was stupid, but I never lied to you,” Jim says, “she really was- is in love with someone, but she never told me who it was. I just- I assumed it was some guy back at the academy, and I should have realised-”

“Realised what, Jim?”

You can only imagine the two of them squaring up to each other, and you try desperately not to let the picture of an infuriated Leonard turn you on.

“The guy she was- is in love with, she never told me who it was, we just called him by some stupid nickname, she’s loved him for years, but I never-”

“Are you trying to torture me?” Bones interrupts again, “spit it out, damnit!”

“It’s you!” Jim exclaims.

Your heart lurches, threatening to break through your ribcage and burst right out of your chest.

“She’s in love with you, has been for years.”

The silence is heavy, and you have to hold your breath to stay quiet.

“What are you playing, Jim?”

“Nothing, I’m telling you the truth,” their voices are no longer raised, “and I am sorry, Bones. I shouldn’t have slept with her, drunk or not.”

Another beat of silence passes.

“I didn’t realise you were still in love with her,” the captain says quietly, and you have lean against the door before your knees give way.

Bones sighs, “course I am.”

“Then tell her.”

“Tell her?”

You startle at the sound of footsteps approaching, jumping back from the door when it slides open.

Jim smirks, “I didn’t take you for the spying type.”

You don’t have a chance to reply before he pulls you into the room and drags you toward the doctor. He smiles at both of you, pats Bones on the shoulder, and leaves.

“Hi,” you murmur.

“Hi.”

Staring up at him, you soften instantly under his hazel gaze. You can feel the warmth from his body, you’re standing so close, and you’re positive your cheeks are burning red.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “Jim’s just-”

You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re touch starved or just overwhelmed by what you’d just heard, but you surge up onto your toes and press your lips against his. He catches your waist and presses your body against his, tilting his head to allow your mouths better access to each other as his tongue slides past your lips. You can’t help the little whimper that travels up your throat, which only urges Leonard on. He turns your bodies and sits you on the table, knocking half of the equipment on it to the floor. Your legs part and he settles between them, pressing into you enough to make you shudder.

“I love you,” he says between open mouthed kisses, “by the way.”

You giggle against his lips, “I love you too.”

His hands stroke your jaw before travelling gently down your neck and chest and stopping to cup your breasts. He groans, and you sigh, before his hands continue down to your hips and he holds you in place to grind against you.

You gasp, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, “Len.”

Your hook the fingers of your right hand in the band of his pants while your left travels up under his shirt. His skin is so hot and so soft, you can feel the appreciation for him pooling in your panties.

“Oh, my God,” a voice exclaims, and you jump apart, “that was quick!”

Leonard looks over his shoulder but keeps his body facing you, concealing the bulge in his pants. “Damnit, Jim!”

The captain giggles, his grin so broad you’re worried he might get stuck like that, “this is a public space.”

At the same time, you and Leonard shout, “get out!”

He continues laughing as he leaves, and only then does Leonard disentangle himself from you and march toward the door to lock it. When he turns back, you can’t help but giggle at the delicious sight of him.

“Want some help with that?” you ask, nodding toward his crotch.

He’s back on you in less than a second, claiming your neck with a heavenly bite. “Thought you’d never ask,” he whispers against your skin.

END.

[thebrandywine]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

@catgirladjacent tagged me! and i like to infodump! let's go!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

97 including some that are under pseuds, though I did orphan a few once I started fixating on Resident Evil more fully. I was embarrassed lmao

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

865,796 o__o

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Resident Evil exclusively now!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

don't worry about this one cuz it's under a pseud lol

[every picture tells a story], 387 kudos

[lantern], 376 kudos

broken machine, 356 kudos

[the quality of mercy], 332 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do!!! more often than not it's just with some emojis now lol but i relish and treasure every single comment i get

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh, this one has yet to be published :) don't worry! <3

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmm... probably Two Cakes (which is coming out this month)? made me feel all sappy at least :]

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not now, but I definitely got some hateful comments on things when i was a lot younger-- mostly people complaining that i was a bad writer or that i should delete (which i did, so they got their wish lol). now if anything i mostly get people who comment on my stuff to kind of pressure me to update XYZ (the nivannedy catboy fic is notorious for this, which is why i haven't been working on it very much lately). the block button is my friend tho <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

yeah :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i think someone wanted to at one point and then never did lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i've talked with some people about this before but we've never gotten around to it :P

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i love chreon but there's just SOMETHING about nivannedy---

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the lethan re7/re8 rewrite. i really want to keep working on them but i just have so much more on my plate that i keep pushing it off, especially when it'll require the research of rewatching playthroughs a few times to reimaging the plot points. maybe one day tho!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

i've been told that my dialog is good which makes me happy because there are a few fics where i'm actually really proud of it :3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

describing things, especially people! for some reason i always feel like it breaks the flow so i just... am like "there is a man. anyway--" sorry readers but it's your job to imagine him skjfnskdnf

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i only speak english and i'm also VERY american. i don't personally want to mess around with that because it would be google translate type shit and that's just sad imo :/ so since i don't know enough i will abstain

19. First fandom you wrote for?

pokemon!!!!!!!!! i literally found THE first fic i ever wrote which would have been somewhere between third and fifth grade because i PRINTED IT and DREW PICTURES. it is called The Mysterious Manaphy and makes no sense. i read it aloud to my partner and they howled. yeah, it was just that good

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

listen, i love broken machine, but dualities has seriously taken the cake!!!!!!!!!

thank you for tagging me claire :3 i tag @flurrin @fonulyn and @silvercap!!!

[gasha40k]

At long last! It’s been a while since my last post, although I’m sure I could probably start every post by saying that. Warhammer has taken a back-burner position in my life for the past few months. I haven’t played a game of 40k since October! If I’m honest, this is primarily because of money. I’ll spare everyone the rant and say that 40k’s prohibitively expensive nature has become, well, prohibiting, I guess. But that being said, the fixation always returns. And return it has! In the last however-many-months since my last post, I’ve spent most of my 40k time playing Kill Team and avoiding finishing my reading of Angron: The Red Angel, but I’ve done a little bit of fun stuff on the side that I’d like to share.

First time using colored primer went pretty well! Certainly saved me a lot of time and Mephiston Red paint

Angron is progressing! Since my last post I’ve primed him and most of his subassemblies. I’m painting him sort of in half, with his left arm and wing detached, as well as his bronze armor plating. I’m doing this so that I can get in and color the backsides of his wings properly.

This guy has been a big challenge so far. A model this large is both imposing and resource-intensive, and I’ve done literally no painting as of recent, so I’m likely not going to finish him for a long while, but I’m excited for when I eventually do.

Formerly known as Urayen’s Reavers, the Eclipse Cavaliers are a band of opportunistic Aeldari Corsairs who all seek one thing and one thing alone: profit

Moving on. As I mentioned previously, I started playing Kill Team this year, and I gotta say, KT fucking rocks! The rules are super approachable and the small scale of the game allows for much more focused and cinematic battles. It’s also a lot quicker, which makes it much easier to get pickup games in, which means I can actually play some 40k sometimes nowadays.

These xenos boys are known as the Eclipse Cavaliers. They’re a band of scumbag Corsairs and my squad of choice. I’ve written a lot of backstory for these boys so as to texture my games a bit more for myself, so I’m gonna put all that stuff in another post where I can talk about these characters in a bit more detail.

The 2nd Company is lead by the boisterous Captain Zaraf Gorfried Redfale. They specialize in the utilization of heavy war implements, such as Gravis armor, tanks, and artillery vehicles

Now that we’re onto more conceptual subject matter, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about how the Thunderbearers actually function as a Chapter. Each Company of the Thunderbearers controls a massive warfleet—much larger than the average fleet of most Successor Chapters—and acts as a semi-autonomous fighting force in and of itself, with the ability to prosecute independent campaigns so long as they remain aligned and in accordance with the Chapter as a whole. The 1st Company is functionally the “core” of the Chapter, made up of the Chapter’s command fleet, veteran company, and portions of the 10th.

The 2nd Company is technically the first of the Chapter’s autonomous fighting forces, and they’re also the only Company for which I own a Captain (the big Gravis fucker who I show off pretty often). The 2nd Company’s culture can largely be sourced to that of a feudal desert world known as Manticore. As the 2nd Company makes up a good amount of the Chapter’s infantry regiments, I felt it necessary to give them their own heraldry.

The special heraldry on their armor pays respect to Manticore in a few different ways. First and foremost, the red armor is a visual homage to the cold, crimson dunes that cover Manticore, but secondarily, it is a holdover tradition that comes from Manticoran warrior culture, wherein it was standard practice to color one’s armor with any number of red pigments so as to camouflage themselves in the dunes. Over time, different colorations of red grew to signify different things, with the 2nd Company’s crimson and gold coming to represent wealth and nobility.

I think that having a squad or two with a splash of red will really make my Space Marines pop out a little bit, and will definitely add some variation into my annoyingly uniform army. I’m thinking of doing little streaks of red on a few of the vehicles, as well, which will make them stand out too.

Speaking of vehicles, the Thunderbearers have received some reinforcements!

This is a Ballistus Dreadnought that I got my hands on through a friend of mine who was selling his Astartes. I kitbashed him a little but tried not to overdo it with the baubles, since my Redemptor is a bit of a piece. Design-wise, I tried to make this a sort of “Primaris update” of one of my first models, Big Harold.

The Aurum Eternatus, one of the Chapter’s most sanctified relics, is a Venerable Dreadnought whose chassis contains the body of the previous fallen Chapter-Master

The thing that I like the most about the Venerable Dreadnought is the ornate look to it. It’s got a lot of trim and fancy panels everywhere and kind of looks like a church-mech.

This aesthetic choice is most noticeable in the lascannon, in my opinion. Combined with the gold trim, the cool indented archway designs on the side panel of the las sorta gives “Gothic castle wall.”

While I couldn’t really replicate the trim, I did use a bunch of bits from the Venerable Dreadnought kit to up the Gothic factor. There’s also a noticeable lack of purity seals on Big Harold, which was something that I absolutely had to remedy. There’s 7 seals! Now we’ve got a proper 7-times blessed Primaris-scale lascannon to snipe tanks with.

Harold has sort of fallen out of use in my lists recently because, uh, Venerable Dreadnoughts do not exist anymore. Awesome! The older Dreads just aren’t as good as Redemptors as well, so Harold has sort of retired to a more ritualistic position on the Chapter.

In his stead, though, we’ve got quite a few new additions to the army alongside our Ballistus. Not included here is another drop pod and a bunch of new infantry units.

Sternguard Veterans of the Thunderbearers 1st Company

Here’s one of ‘em! This is my first squad of Sternguard Veterans, but I’m in the process of building another. Like the Ballistus, these dudes are as of yet unnamed, but I like them quite a bit! To be critical, though, I think I overdid it with some of the bits, but I’m sure the silhouettes will look less obnoxious once they’re all painted and voluminous.

My favorite of the bunch is probably the Veteran Sergeant. His heroic pose and classic bits give “default Space Marine.” And the Veteran on the left is using a bit of a unique shoulder pad that may or may not be a cleansed and sanctified Chaos relic, which may or may not be a common practice in the Thunderbearers Reclusiam Cataegis.

Next post will include the Eclipse Cavaliers and a new Thunderbearers character guy.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Omg I've been meaning to make this post for a hot second but kept having adhd moments and forgetting, but like. I really wanna emphasize to y'all just how intimately familiar I was with PPG before this whole obsession started 😳 The reason I wanna say so is because in contrast, my ship with Cortex was also my first experience with the Crash Bandicoot franchise- I was seeing everything for the first time, there was a TON that I was discovering for myself and that was an absolute blast. However, its a world of difference with my current PPG fixation because Powerpuff Girls is something I grew up with. I watched it on Cartoon Network and Boomerang all the time, I had the first season on DVD and watched those episodes on loop, I even distinctly remember one drawing I did of myself as a Powerpuff Girl and I'm sure that there were more drawings that I don't remember! On top of all of that, when I was a kid, I'm talking around 3-6, my parents would take me to a video rental store occasionally (it was somewhere between every week and every month) and let me choose a movie on VHS before we had a DVD player, and if I didn't choose a Land Before Time movie, I would pick the Powerpuff Girls Movie. I watched that thing CONSTANTLY, it was one of my absolute favorites and it's clearly a core memory movie with how much I enjoy it still

And on top of all that, I know for a fact that Mojo Jojo was ALWAYS one of my favorite characters. Idk about number one favorite, I'm sure baby me was more inclined to enjoy watching the girls since they were the good guys, but I do know that most of my favorite episodes were ones with him in it (In fact, the episode I remember being my favorite that I got rly excited for every time it came on was Mo Job, the one where Mojo and Princess team up, since they were my two favorite villains). Not only that, but now that I think about it, I did have a weird phase when I was 6 about wanting to take over the world.... hang on 0-0

Hrnsjxjt ok that aside, my bottom line is that I REALLY wanted to emphasize to you guys just how much PPG and probably Mojo himself were a part of my earliest memories and literally shaped me as a person, which has honestly made this ship and this obsession all the more wonderful to indulge in 🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖

[ninelivesastrology]

Love Horary Update — 5 months later

So near the end of June, I cast a horary inquiring about a next romantic partner before 2024. I haven't bothered to redownload Tumblr onto this phone til now. I think I'll get a phone repair after the New Year.

This chart is really interesting for a number of reasons. This chart depicted two love interests, Mars as the next love interest ruling the 7th House and Saturn as the second. At the time I pulled this, I thought there was two, but I wasn't sure? So I fixated on Mars. Anyway, there was two.

Seven weeks after I cast this one, I ran into Mars and nothing unfolded since. Though I suspect Mars has tried to get my attention in an unique way via a subsequent horary, but honestly, if it isn't direct, it leaves room for doubt. I don't know how I was supposed to respond to that. I tried, but it never went anywhere.

I ended up going with the person signified by Saturn who was not playing when it came to me, which is energy that I like. That's the Moon, my co-significator applying to Saturn. I have problems picking up hints from people because I second-guess it. Combust Venus, so I didn't realized that Mars liked me until later and this is the horary I referenced after I saw him seven weeks after casting. And even, I just doubted it. And I was right to doubt it.

Unfortunately, liking Mars and Saturn just made me feel worse. I feel like these are all internal issues with me and this horary is loud about that. The longer I pined after Mars, the more stupid I felt. The more hopeless I felt. And my confidence took a hit because I hate feeling desperate for another person. It's clear being in that position where I'm in the dignity of Saturn and Mars just is a shitty place to be. I ended up disliking them both in the way where I hate that I have to exist on this planet at the same time as them. Lmao.

The combust Venus as L1 is so on, I've been having a harder time than what I let on during these past months because my mail has been coming 7-10 days late resulting in lapses of important things for me, other issues with phones and travel, health issues all of which were screwing me over big time. I've had three different electronics break on me just in the past week and a half. I started crying hysterically after my phone broke because it literally slipped out of my hand because I was shaking thinking it was broken and even with the screen protector, it got fucked. I currently can't even call for an ambulance without it.

Like this horary is insane because a combust Venus is saying I can't see and that's one of my biggest issues is that I don't have my glasses or contacts. I'm painfully nearsighted. Your girl is blind.

And when you can't see and go long enough without corrective lenses, over a year like me, you just stop making eye contact because you're straining and you can't see people looking at you either. I have to be close enough to kiss someone to see their face properly. 6 inches away. Otherwise I'm squinting and still can't see. And with poor vision comes poor memory. And lots of getting lost. And that whole thing where people glancing at each other on the subway and start off a conversation just doesn't happen for me.

When Saturn came to me, we had a heart to heart and Saturn helped me out and things just developed from there.

At one point, I considered trying to find Mars? But I thought that was just insane along with all the dreams I was having about Mars which is very on par for the reception, so I threw that idea out because it is ludicrous considering the context. I waited for Mars because Mars knew where to find me, but Mars never came, so whatever. I gave up on Mars. Not sure what else I was supposed to do. A combust significator really can't do shit. So I didn't have any power to do anything about my love life or really anything.

I know Mars is in some type of relationship with someone else which is disappointing but not surprising. I was in no position to chase someone down and I'm not that type of lady either. Sometimes you're just not worth the effort to someone. And I believe if you're the person they really wanna be with, they will try.

Saturn was just more motivated to be with me and check up on me. I really wasn't expecting Saturn at all. I thought I was fucked. In reality, I was in over my head, something also depicted by my significators. I thought the Moon applying to Saturn meant it would unfold a little slower. My bad.

Saturn told me, "I've been thinking about you every day." And it really shows in Saturn's actions towards me. My tree will be finished very soon. Saturn and I have been [redacted present participle] like rabbits. My face is permanently like this emoji 🥺 when Saturn is around. Saturn broke my 20 month streak.

I thought this deserved an update because it shows how long a horary reading can play out, especially since the angles are fixed.

My readings are still open, see the pinned post.