#but I'm very passionate about this and i want this to be seen

[honey-bitch]

Mars in the Ascendant Persona Chart - Houses

The mars in the ascendant persona chart can tell you how your raw sensuality can come across as or how your rage and anger can be expressed, when coming into contact with others. This is my 10th part of my ascendant persona chart series, so check out my masterlist to see my other posts.

1st house - This is a very intimidating and powerful place for mars to be in. People may have a tendency to step around you, especially those with weaker mars placements. You may be seen as a very strong and powerful person and may introduce yourself with a gust of power and force. Very action driven, and sexy however once again people may be a bit intimated by you. Use that to your advantage.

2nd house - This is such a girl boss placement to have being that you're seen very much as a go getter and ambitious in your desire to chase after material gains. You may be very picky on who you let touch your stuff and you may appear to be very possessive of what you own. But since the 2nd house doesn't aspect the ascendant on first meeting (unless this person is touching or helping you gain items), you may not be that intimidating, and that is something the people in your life have to learn.

3rd house - Very strong and powerful voice, you could be a good debater and love a bit of banter. However this could be taken in the wrong way being that you may make jokes that are too strong, that could cause offence. This could also be an indicator that you don't vibe with people of similar background to you and you want to explore other topics because of that mars energy. Very spunky energy 3rd house mars.

4th house - Since this is the deepest part of you a 4th house mars does indicate that you may come across very protective of your home and loved ones. This could be a person who's very adamant on following familiar traditions and therefore will these ideals will show when interacting with others. Very striking appearance with a 4th house mars being that it's square the 1st house, possibly strong features could manifest with this placement.

5th house - You may be very artistic and even a dancer, life is fun and you hold others hands and welcome them on a great ride of excitement. Very sexy placement to have being that this energy is trine the 1st house, and a persuasive house swell being it's the house of fun and dating. I would say that if you have this placement if you want something tease and make little jokes and you can get what you want.

6th house - Such a girl boss placement to have, very organised and practical. You may have a high level of energy when it comes to your job or personal health and wellness. This is the placement for people who live very focused and perhaps active lifestyle. It could be about being a workaholic or a gym junky. This placement indicates someone who is driven to be efficient, organised, and to take action to improve their physical well-being or work performance, so rock on. Very dependable and respectable person.

7th house - This placement indicates that when interacting one on one with others you may express a bit of force and aggression. This doesn't mean that you like to square up on others however you may like to make mean jokes or even want to experience the highlight with others. This placement is just screaming 'I'm a bad influence but you're going to have fun with me'. With this energy opposing the ascendant, very striking and powerful presence.

8th house - You hold secrets and may hesitate before expressing your lust or desire for others. There could be a sense of shame you carry which you hide however it's in the 8th house which brings a bit of mystery to your presence. You can appear to be calm and composed at one point however it's all or nothing and roaring passion in the next.

9th house - If you have this placement I would recommend you download reddit and just start arguing with people. Lolololol you are very passionate about your personal beliefs and ideologies, you could be very spiritual or the opposite. You may want to tackle and rip apart books and explore different cultures to understand how it functions and works. Yeah if you have this placement read books to back up your claims. Not to mention this firery energy is trine to the ascendant meaning that this fiery curiosity Is taken quite well.

10th house - Should we all bow down to you. You are naturally such a boss b*tch with a regal air of sophistication. Such a well placed mars. You guys are ambitious and know when to put your foot down and you mean it. Being that this is the house of career and public perception this could mean that you may know how to utilise your marsian energy and detach from anger and what not. Very powerful, not to mention sexy as It just reeks power.

11th house - You are all or nothing about their beliefs and goals (depends on sign etc etc though). You're are likely to be assertive and possibly even vocal about their personal ideas and strategies to help society. Being that this energy is in the 11th house of friends you may sometimes have the tendency to put your foot down and not listen to both sides as you may prioritise your ideas etc etc. Great placement for an social activist.

12th house - This is a somewhat of a cutesty placement for mars to be in, however since its a malefic in a malefic house, you may come across having a troubled mind, or the exact opposite. Being that the 12th house is a pisces house this could represent surrender and you fully understanding the dark truths of life, which is unfortunately translated into your behaviour and how you interact with others.

DISCLAIMER: this post is a great generalisation and may not resonate with you. I would recommend buying a reading from a professional astrologer (or me) to get more insight

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[lightlycareless]

Why do I feel like y/n would be shy wearing her lingerie and showing it to naoya during sexy time? This is just a thought I'm having recently. Btw it's been so long since i check up on you! I hope you're having a good day 💖🫶

Omg hiiiiii!!!!!

I know, it's been a while hahahah I've seen you here and there and I always appreciate that you remember me 🥺💖 I've been doing ok, just very busy with both my personal life and work, and trying to finish all the requests. But I'm here again :> I hope you've been doing well too!!!

Your ask that kept me very entertained ngl🙈🙈🙈 I've always liked the thought of Y/N doing little things for Naoya that just make his libido become even bigger so this was right in the spot!!! I won't say more, I'll just let you read it :)

Now, onto the warnings: slight mentions of smut. there's innuendos and certain words here and there so MINORS DNI. y/n is always shy but come on who is she fooling. minimal proofreading.

Happy reading!

There were many, many experiences you and Naoya wanted to explore upon finally dating, that is an undisputable fact. However, not all of them were easy to bring up, specially those that lingered more into the intimate.

Yet, once growing comfortable enough, there were no limits.

Neither strayed from sharing whatever idea crossed your mind. From cute suggestions for everyday outings, to more… passionate affairs, the two soon discovered you were down for anything—with some exceptions, of course.

Thankfully, lingerie didn’t fall into that category, Naoya eventually bringing it up right after a particularly long mission where all he wanted to do is come back to your shared apartment, relax, and enjoy his lovely girlfriend to his heart’s desire.

Think of it as a treat for all he’s done for the sorcery community, a reason to keep coming back even though his efforts will mean nothing in due time. HQ should be commending you for maintaining him lenient into serving them, without you… well, it would be another story.

“Come on, now. Don’t tell me you’ve gotten shy.” Naoya teases, having grown tired of seeing the stunning, night sky view of the city through the window, when he could be having something much more exquisite, something he’s slowly starting to consider a tease given how long you’ve been behind the closet door.

“I’m not—I’m not shy, Naoya. Just not used to this…” you murmur, fingers fidgeting with one another as you take one last breath, one last reassurance before grabbing the door and sliding it open—revealing a sight that makes his breath hitch.

With amusement, that is.

“What’s this about?” he chuckles, scanning the black satin robe that covetously covers your body. Not for long, anyways.

“Don’t laugh.” You quickly answer, pulling the garment closer to you. “Or I’ll—"

“You’ll what? Scold me?” Naoya laughs.

You frown.

“Alright, princess; no need to get all pouty on me.” Naoya teases one last time before relaxing back into his seat, signaling you to come forward. “Or bratty, come here, now.”

You obey immediately after, with a slight hesitation on your footsteps that reflected both excitement yet uncertainty for said decision; perhaps fearful to disappoint him. Turning out to be a sight he wouldn’t enjoy, if not regret.

But oh, if you only knew the restraint Naoya currently exerted over himself to not break loose and rush the enjoyment of this promising, delightful evening.

Now mere centimeters away from him, and his gaze heavy on you, you carefully reach for the knot holding your robe together and undo it. A few more small adjustments, and the robe finally begins to slide down; first from your shoulders, to your arms, and lastly, the floor.

Rewarding Naoya the adornment of your bare body with his expensive gift—a light blue, lacy lingerie embellished with white flowers around the edges that barely provided any coverage, simply fulfilling a purpose of… artistic decoration, perhaps. Incite desire in the eyes of the beholder.

And this was the most modest one of his selections. A soft start that already has you an agitated mess, and him… well, he had to shift his posture in order to slightly ease the situation down there and proceed without pandering his desires.

The night just started and the two were already flustered? One could only imagine how the evening would proceed.

“Well? What do you think?” you blush, doing your best to avoid succumbing into his burning stare as he travels across your body. How you remained shy even after doing all kinds of unimaginable things in bed is a mystery yet to be solved, but Naoya can’t say he didn’t enjoy it, more so as you squirmed underneath his touch once his hands reached for your waist. “Naoya…”

 “Ah, I apologize, mochi. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He smirks, leaning closer, enough to smell the sweetness of your body wash, while reaching to the edge of your panties and the softness of your hips, legs…

You may act coy, even doubtful of this whole thing, but you still meticulously prepared for it, didn’t you? That much he could feel and smell on your skin. To imply otherwise would be foolish, if not stirring for his cock.

“How would you like me to show my opinion?” he adds, hand still roaming your legs until eventually settling in your ass, where he’d give them a quick, tight squeeze that made you flinch before pulling you closer onto him.

“…You can just tell me if you like it. You don’t need to do much beyond that...” You quietly add, he lets out another breathe chuckle.

Letting you feel insteadwould be a much more assertive manner of disclosing his approval, Naoya believes, but doing so would cut the fun far too abruptly.

“I can’t do that without seeing the product through all angles, my love.” He responds. “And you know that.”

You press your lips together.

“How—how would you like to see me?”

“Turn around, for starters. Give us a twirl, surely you can do that, princess.”

Even though it filled you with embarrassment to indescribable lengths, you did as requested. Slowly turning around as you gave him the sight of your plump ass, far more enticing with the presence of his little gift… not that it did much difference, if he was being honest. It was more the thought of it that sparked his lust even further.

However, his interest was already placed on the one thing he looked forward to the most, the bane of your existence once given permission to do what he desired.

“You look delectable, my love.” He gleefully finally acknowledges, placing his hands on your waist before trailing up to your chest, cupping your breasts and squeezing them together—admiring how you shuddered underneath his touch, even after all this time…

 “They’re not uncomfortable, are they?”

“No—no, it’s not that.” You quietly admit, shyly looking down to him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’m just… not used to this.”

“We’re hardly in the position to be shy, princess. We’ve done more than enough to remove all… formalities.” Naoya murmurs against your neck, making his cock twitch at the way you squirm in response. “You know, I worried you might’ve found all this painful, if not undesirable to at least give it a chance but I’m glad to see I was wrong.”

“…I didn’t want to let you down.” You whisper back, he smiles.

“No, of course not. My love could never strive for that, could she?”

You shake your head. You’d never dream of ever going against him—and to see such approval from him made you grow fuzzy.

Needy.

“Now, while I know there’s another way you’ll look even more ravishing… I’d still want to see you in the other sets; after all, it’s only the bare minimum after all the trouble we went to get them.”

“…we?” you repeat carefully, a bit unsettled by the unknown addition to your private endeavors. “Ranta?”

“Oh, no—he’s too green for these types of things.” Naoya scoffs, as if the two weren‘t around the same age. Well, not everyone is as debauched as your boyfriend. “Besides, he ought to know better than to muse about mywoman.”

You blush; you like this protective side of his—although with Ranta… you can’t help but feel pitiful towards him. Always involved in Naoya’s antics and simply never enough.

Unfortunately that sentiment is short lived once the following words nonchalantly escape his mouth, soon making you realize he wasn’t the only defensive one in this relationship.

“I had to rely on the employee at the store, told me these are supposed to be rather soft, with none of those metal wires you hate so much. Guess she was right, hm?”

“She?” you utter, growing fervently jealous at the mention of a woman being so close to your boyfriend.

No, it’s not because he couldn’t socialize with others. That was fine, really (or so you try to tell yourself) but rather, the context behind said occurrence… it was always that.

You’re not ignorant to the attention he attracts wherever he went and the subsequent reactions; it even happened right in front of you: women blatantly asking him out while completely disregarding your presence. Your significance in his life.

Naoya would swiftly put them in their place by highlighting his relationship to you, however. Earning you a few snide glances but eventually the peace you deserved while out on a date.

Didn’t mean you’d ever grow accustomed to these things, or indifferent to whenever he went out alone— Even if Naoya never gave you reason feel such way by burying your insecurities amongst oceans of gifts and reassuring gestures… they still managed to arise from time to time

Just like now.

“And what? She gave you a preview of what they looked like…?” you say under your breath, yet loud enough for Naoya to hear and naturally, laugh.

“Oh, is this jealousy I’m hearing, mochi?” He snickers, pulling you closer to him in hopes of getting a better look of your pouty face and of course, use it against you. He just loved teasing you, it was in his nature! But you were not to play into his hand. “Don’t look away, princess, I’m just joking! Hey, hey—!”

“You’re quite bold to tell me that after coming back.” You frown, trying your best to get off his lap, but each attempt simply pushes you closer to him. “Let go of me!”

“Do you really think interest in anyone else but you? That I’d rather see some other insignificant woman’s body instead of yours? After I showed you all it does to me?” he breathes, brow furrowed as he firmly kept you in place. “I didn’t say anything, you made it all up in that silly mind of yours.”

“I’m sure she wanted to do so.” You insisted, refusing to let the matter go. Naoya smiles.

“You wound me, my love. Are you really telling me that being like this isn’t proof enough of my desire for you?” He asks before pulling you onto his lap, where you’d soon feel the hard, protruding bulge painfully nestling against his pants; the full display of his raging libido, awoken since the very moment you suggested this whole endeavor.

Kept at bay solely because he wanted to enjoy this moment a little longer, perhaps even let you take the lead, because the moment your robe felt onto the ground, he wouldn’t taken you right then and there.

Naoya can be a man of delicate taste from time to time, his willingness to indulge such foreplays are a testament to that.

As well of his devotion to you.

“Unless… you’re doing so to aggravate me as well.” He suggest, his voice dropping a few tones and instinctively making you shudder with anticipation. A sign that he wasn’t too off the mark. “And here I thought we were to have a nice evening, but you just couldn’t behave for once, could you?”

“It’s—that’s not what I’m—” you cry, before relenting your truth. “What am I supposed to feel after you’ve been gone for days, and when you finally come back, you’re talking about another girl?! No lonely girlfriend wants that!”

“Princess, nothing happened between her and me. I just went inside, demanded for the best things, and left.” Naoya says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? You just want to stir things between us—are things really that boring without me?”

“I missed you.” You lament, revealing the true nature of your so-called reproach. “I don’t want you to leave ever again—and if I need to dress up like this every day to make you stay, I’ll do it!”

“Be careful, princess, you’re playing a dangerous game.” He says before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. “But I always got the particular impression you didn’t enjoy doing these things; after all, you get all flustered when doing so.”

“I guess I’m just… overjoyed in making you happy, I can’t contain it in my heart, I have to show it in my face too.”

“Don’t say cute things like that—not when I’ve been holding myself back from… that” he cautions, taken aback by your unusually sweet confession as seen in the heat settling in his face.

“One thing or the other don’t have to be mutually exclusive, you know? I can be cute, but still want to do that.” You persuade. “And I really want to do that.”

“It would be too cruel of my part to keep my needy princess waiting, then.” Naoya smiles, taking hold of one of your garters and snapping it open, much to your shock.

“Be careful, Naoya you just got them!” you plead, attempting to retrieve the fabric for a hopeful repurpose, only for him to stop you in your tracks.

“We have many more to go through, I’d hardly worry for something as insignificant as this.” He explains, in his usual, I simply have too much money for my own good way. “Though there is one I wish to see you before we move onto the main course—in other words, I’d like to fuck you in it.”

“It’s—it’s going to get stained.” You correctly asses, he chuckles.

“Then we’ll simply use the next one; and the one after that, and the—”

“Naoya!” you gasp. “I’d like to keep some for another occasion, at least!”

His golden eyes glisten at the possibility of a repeat of this evening; or perhaps even better, a moment where he unsuspectingly comes home to you, to be received with a soft, warm smile that conceals your lascivious intents underneath your seemingly innocent attire—alongside toys that match just well with the colors of whatever lingerie you may be wearing then.

It’ll be like a welcome home gift for him to unwrap, which he cannot wait to ravish.

I liked the jealous y/n trope from before so I ended up adding it, mainly because I was writing both around the same time hahah.

Also, just imagine how excited Naoya would be to see his wife all dressed up proper, like in a kimono when she eventually lives at the estate only for her to be like "husband, I have a present for you." and it's her wearing lingerie WOW. The man is living his dreams hahahah!! Might write a little something tomorrow.

Anyways, I really hoped you enjoyed this and thank you so much for checking in on me (as well as your patience for this!!) 🥺💖 it always brighten my day whenever I see you in my dashboard; I hope we can continue seeing each other :')

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!!

[cyucya]

I am going to be honest and sincere in this commentary.

When I first came across this AU from Cyucya, I wasn't very convinced.

Because, knowing how canonically Sonic and Shadow are, I wasn't sold on them being bad parents (because in my head they are good parents actually, and I still see it that way)

But, I stopped for a second and thought....

“This is an AU Yayi, it doesn't have to be accurate, the question is how all this drama unfolds, let's see if the characters have development or are they going to stay the same… And after that you can keep going reading or just leave it.”

And now... I'm obsessed.

This AU, maybe it's not very accurate or canonically similar to Sonic and Shadow from the games or the comics personalities.

But this AU they are not the main characters, Skylar and Spark are especially Skylar who is the one that experience the difference in treatment by his parents (Sonic and Shadow).

Cyucya has made many of us get attached to this kid and empathize with him.

God, most of us want to adopt him and take care of him and send the two idiots he has as parents to hell.

So, for those of you who are throwing hate at Cyucya for X or Y, or because you don't like this AU, or don't see that “correctly accurate in Shadow or Sonic personalities”…

Cariño, with all the love of my heart, there's the door 💁‍♀️🚪

Because let's remember, AU's are for having fun, to make “what if...” out of anything.

I would recommend to everybody, to leave aside the “if it’s accurate or not” and just....

✨Enjoy the Drama✨

Because I'm constantly wondering “what's going to happen next”.

Cyucya, really, don't worry about the hate, because those of us who really enjoy this AU are the ones who count.

There will always be people who like your AU more or less, or people who will tell you things to make you give up.

So please, keep it up, because I'm here for the drama that this AU gives.

And you know it, I have 3 AU's of your own AU already that you have seen 😂.

Skylar is our boy and we love him dearly💙.

(And Spark too, we don't forget her either❤️).

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹This is one of the most thoughtful and kind messages I’ve ever received. Seriously, I don’t even know where to begin. The way you reflected on your initial thoughts, gave the AU a chance, and then fully embraced it—not just for what it is, but for the story, the characters, and the experience—is so incredibly touching.

And the fact that you get it, that this isn’t about “accurate” Sonic and Shadow but about Skylar-Chilli’s journey, means the world to me. I love how you put it: “Enjoy the drama.” Because that’s exactly what AUs are for—exploring the “what ifs” and getting lost in new perspectives.

The passion, the creativity, the way you and so many others have taken Skylar-Chilli and Spark into your hearts—there’s no greater compliment than that.

Thank you, truly. For the support, the encouragement, and for reminding me why I love doing this.

[lifegoesonevenifeverybodyisgone]

THE Joe Character Analysis. Part 4: Blades, Metals, and Imperfections

We have now reached the end of THE Joe Character Analysis, and I'm glad to have shared this journey with you. To conclude this series, I wanted to focus on J's philosophy in life as exhibited by his passion and occupation as a blacksmith.

An aspect about J that is not known in most of the fandom is that J has a special arcane skill for sensing the emotions of metal, not just what thing they could be made into.

His arcane skill, as seen in his trailer, is to sense metals and know what they should be made into (ex., a sword). In the trailer, he sees that it should be made into a sword. But also, in his character story, he talks about the different metals and ores as characters with different temperaments. He senses their emotions and their troubles.

I believe his unique empathy and connection with metals and awakened led him to be chosen by his family's legendary sword.

To give you a bit of a background on the sword strapped on his back, his paternal side, the Waylands, were a blacksmithing lineage known in the Arcanist community but believed to be extinct. His father brought home an ancient ore from the ruins located in the Solomon Manuscript, using it to forge the sword strapped to J's back.

The act of forging the sword killed J's father. His body was unable to handle it.

But the powerful arcane sword chose J instead.

This fascinates me since J may be considered weaker than his already weak father. His powers are not that well developed because his father taught him to keep them a secret (even his friends don't know his metal sensing powers) and also because he is a Mixed Arcanist. Regardless, he is still chosen by the sword, and he gets to use it in battles.

("Polly, this arcane skill is our secret.")

(In response to J talking to a piece of metal, Becket thinks it's very unusual for J to do that)

Another aspect of J that I find not being talked about enough is his love for the arts and vintage things, which he might have gotten from his intense empathy for metals (by extension, the awakened).

Just like his views in life, J embraces the differences of metals and doesn't punish himself for having imperfections since that's what makes him unique. Whether it be his burn scars, his creative process, or his views on the Foundation's architecture.

The unique aspects of the human soul are messy and flawed, but it can also be beautiful and unique in its own way. J embraces this philosophy as an artist, blacksmith, and friend.

Unlike how J views objects (as sentimental things like the teddy bear, his stuff, metallic objects, etc), most people view them the way they are typically viewed - only for their intended purpose. Pandora Wilson wasn't a big fan of J's knives because she believed nothing dangerous like that had a place for a journalist.

J can be compared to a knife (especially his Bowie knife since it's his special creation); it's simple but awesome. Versatile, can make other tools, and has countless uses (ex. cutting open packaging, makeshift hammer, cutting vegetables, self-defense, etc). Just like a knife, J can be seen as dangerous or unstable since he is an arcanist or because of stereotyping from his physical appearance.

Though he is capable of such, he is not limited to that, just like a knife's ability is not only for violence but day-to-day life. Just like how a man is not limited to being a fighter/violent but can also do traditionally feminine things like cook.

It reminds me of another character that compares themself with an object, Isolde. Since I use her a lot with J, I have heard her lines many times.

"Is it really the vessel that matters, or the wines and delicacies inside?", huh?

Oftentimes, she would equate her identity and purpose to merely being a vessel to be possessed by ghosts or a room with many doors (to be walked into at anyone's convenience). She compares herself to a vessel because people only found her worth by existing to hold their aspirations.

It's quite sad that she has a limited understanding and low value of her self-worth. In my experience, vessels like vases are not only valued for their ability to hold something but also because of their inherent value of being a piece of art, a piece of history. Even a broken vase was still loved and remade to be even more valuable. Its broken cracks are lined up with gold, its imperfections displayed, and its damages are remembered as a testament to its survival. In the end, no one thinks about what wines or delicacies used to be inside but the beautiful vessel that stands before them right now.

Anyway, I'll talk about Isolde more in the future since she'll be the subject of my next analysis series. It's interesting how much you can connect two very different characters when you get to know them enough.

Writing this analysis made me appreciate the work that goes behind the characters of Reverse 1999 (heck I even loved and understood Mercuria more since making this series). It just goes to show that even if a character may appear uncomplicated and simple to understand, there might be more than meets the eye.

Thanks for reading my Joe Character Analysis until its end, dear reader!

Link to the Joe Directory:

https://www.tumblr.com/lifegoesonevenifeverybodyisgone/771822786973958144/the-ultimate-joe-directory?source=share

[stolentrekblr]

Trekblr Community Reaction

I have wanted to compile reactions from the community for a while now, and today I finally made it happen. I have not editorialized anything, doing my best to copy reactions as written. Without further ado:

i love accs like this and the people behind them. the dedication to search for stuff like this and bring it home. sounds absolutely maddening and i salute them. to sift through garbage theft accs… doing the lords work

idk if i should feel honored or not, at least my username is there lol. this is very funny to me. like i dont even use facebook anymore

Omg they erased the last sentence. Lmao. I mean if you’re gonna steal my posts at least include the entire thing. It’s literally the least you could do

chat should we kill them?

OMGOD IVE MADE IT!!! this is crazy because i feel like my dad might actually see my star trek posts LMFAO. he's always on there. this is a big moment

I don't have a problem with reposts of my stuff if the watermark/username is included, but I appreciate the spirit of what you're doing

Nice sentiment but i really don't want people on facebook to have a link to my tumblr blog. thank god it's uncredited... been around a while my posts are always being stolen

The person Im thinking of flat out took OC memes from me and passed off my captions as his own. He gave me credit once from what I've seen and then the other times it looks like he made it up himself. I'm all for tossing memes out there and letting them be wild and free, but this guy twists it and uses it to beg for money on his page. He's got the lobes.

Why did they censor my pfp but not my username WHAT

damn. ig im famous now. better start lining up for autographs

People are posting me to Facebook???????

Damn... I'm not even mad about this tbh... someone thought my stupid post was good enough to steal and put on a facebook group 🤣🤣

disgusting

?!?!??!??!??!??!?!!!??!?

You know what I'm ok with Facebook enjoying this one I appreciate it being edited over them

This has never happened to me before

I honestly don’t mind seeing screen shots of my posts showing up elsewhere, it’s inevitable, but the nature of a screenshot shows the source of the post as well as the OP. But this crap is blatant plagiarism. Obviously this person is on tumblr, so I hope they see this. Please do better and have a smidgeon of integrity. Just give credit? It’s really not difficult? Thanks @stolentrekblr for the effort here.

Yooooo this is wild! Glad people like it I guess

This one ALMOST gives credit. But not quite. Could’ve just typed my handle in the post 🤷‍♀️ super easy, barely an inconvenience.

Come on... Just type "credit: *tumblr handle of the OP*" It's so easy not to be a spineless thief.

The watermark 🙄🙄

keep doing your thing op. you're like an archeologist but instead of screaming about how it belongs in a museum you are adamantly making sure people know where these things came from. i can't even fucking imagine the searching you have to do to find these posts. earlier today i couldn't find a post i had seen yesterday. keep it up!

I tracked down a post of mine that you found reposted on the data FB page, and left them a comment. "Hey look, its my post! didn't even crop out my tumblr url lmao. it was much more popular on my blog tho (1,817. notes)" They did not respond. 😒 It only got 344 reactions and 6 comments on the data page though... that page has like 38k followers... at least my posts do well when I post them myself on the Star Trek Shitposting page 🤣

I've made it. I have arrived. I got my 5 second shitpost lifted and put on another social media site, complete with a hazy photo overlay. I have won at Tumblr. I can rest now. I can rest.

Ohh yeah, this guy's a real loser. It's the WATERMARK for me 🙄

The HUBRIS!

ahh wow Ive never had a post escape containment before!! did they at least link back?

I am touched ^-^

plagiarism is the real problem. it gets worse when you see someone profit off the passions of other people in a fandom

well damn. and i'm here looking for employment...

sad to see someone else repost on fb and even watermark it. seriously what is up with the watermark over a screenshot of a tumblr post

Yeah. I think you're doing good work. I think exploitation is so baked into society that some people don't even realize when they are using the free labor of others for their own gain.

[maria-chwan]

When you hold a gun (Sanji fanfic feat Fem!Reader)

(Contains: Straw hat crew fanfic with focus on Sanji, Usopp and Nami interacting with reader, with special focus on relationship between Sanji and reader, Sanji and reader have a close non-romantic relationship and they will not ever date in this fic, Sanji adores women so much that this friendship with a Fem!Reader is super passionate, fun and dramatic interactions, reader is opposed to guns and then gives guns a chance, this fanfic contains guns and shooting with guns, characters are not wearing eye- or ear protection even though they should, I'm not an expert on gun safety so don't do in real life what these characters do in this fanfic, I don't encourage gun ownership, I haven't fact checked which groups in one piece use which type of guns so my depictions might not be accurate, also this fic contains Animal Death, Blood, Injury, Guns, not proof read yet but I will do it soon)

One afternoon Usopp was enthusiastically going through a pile of weapons on the deck. He seemed more excited than usual when he was doing this kind of activity.

You were leaning against a mast nearby. You watched Usopp fiddle with his weapons. You felt a little unsure about the guns, but you couldn't help but feel just as curious.

You remembered a conversation you'd had with Sanji one time in the past.

Usopp had prepared a new gun for the crew. It was a long bazooka that you could hold on your shoulder. The gun was filled with exploding bullets that could blast somebody's body to shreads if the bullets hit them.

Usopp had let the crew try the bazooka. Franky, Robin, Luffy and Chopper had gathered in excitement around the bazooka close to the railing. Usopp had thrown them scrap pieces of wood so that they could practice their aim towards the ocean.

"Don't you wanna try the bazooka, (Y/n)-chan?" Sanji had asked as he had sat on the grass next to you.

"Nah. I don't wanna use guns", you had said.

"Really?" Sanji had asked, sounding like he was fascinated by your refusal and was interested to hear more.

"Yeah. I think that nobody should have guns. It's way too easy to kill a person with a gun. The existence of guns means more death", you had said calmly.

Sanji had looked at you, stunned by how far ahead you had thought about how the world could be improved.

"I hadn't thought about that", Sanji had said. "You would make all the guns disappear if you could?"

"Yeah", you had answered.

"That's a very big thing to say", Sanji had said. "I'm amazed, (Y/n)-chan."

You had felt seen. You had smiled happily, knowing that Sanji was looking at you. You could imagine the cheerful smile on his face forming after he had seen that he had managed to make you happy.

You had sat together in sweet silence. Then Sanji had thought of something and said it out loud.

"I don't mean to disagree, but I think that guns might also balance how powerful people are compared to each other. An otherwise defenseless woman from a town is usually completely vulnerable against the attack of a violent criminal who has Devil-Fruit-powers, but if she has a gun and an opportunity she has a chance to kill the criminal as self-defense and save herself from a cruel fate", Sanji had said.

"I guess that's true. But that doesn't mean that guns don't cause unnecessary violence", you had answered.

"Agreed. Does that mean that people would fight with just their fists, swords and Devil-Fruit-powers in a world without guns?" Sanji had asked.

"Yeah. Devil-Fruit-powers would still be overpowered, but with fists and swords the fighting would become so intimate and scary that most of the people wouldn't want to take part in it", you had said.

Sanji had chuckled whole-heartedly and leaned back to lie on the deck. Not in a dismissive way. He had been absolutely delighted to have an interesting conversation with someone.

"Your idea is wonderful, (Y/n)-chan. I would support it wholeheartedly if I wasn't so worried about all the beautiful and vulnerable ladies of the world not being able to defend themselves."

"Okay, yeah... I guess it's not realistic that everyone would pick up hand-to-hand combat to handle those situations", you had said, accepting the flaws in your plan and leaning down on the deck next to Sanji.

"I like your idea of a better world, (Y/n)-chan", Sanji had said as the clouds had traveled above you both. "It's so practical and cool at the same time. And you thought about it all by yourself. I want to think about this idea tonight before I fall asleep. Can I?"

You had felt your heart grow in size. It had felt all warm and happy inside.

"Of course Sanji", you had said, smiling brightly. "Do you mind telling me why? I think I know, but I would love to hear it from you."

"Sure, (Y/n)-chan", Sanji had said warmly. "I want to think about your idea tonight before I fall asleep because it was your idea, all conjured up by you, and I adore you. My (Y/n)-chan."

You had sighed with overwhelming sense of happiness and security.

You hadn't seen Sanji's expression, but you had been able to feel his radiant dependable charisma laying next you on the deck.

You pulled yourself back in the present moment. You had told Sanji a long time ago that you opposed guns. And here you were, getting curious about Usopp's weapon arsenal.

Currently you didn't feel stressed or worried about the pile of guns on the deck. You felt relaxed, looking to do something fun during this afternoon. Maybe something fun could have something to do with guns. After all they were just objects. Objects that you would have to be very careful with, but they were still just objects.

Pushing away your embarrassment, you continued to watch Usopp.

You watched Usopp lift up an unusual weapon from the pile. Suddenly you realized that these were not weapons that Usopp had owned for a long time. These were brand new weapons.

"That looks kind of intimidating. What's that?" you asked Usopp in a subtle manner, approaching him with your hands in your pockets like a cool secret accomplice.

Usopp turned to look at you and grinned, holding a black gun in his hand.

"This is one of the guns that the Cipher Pol agents use. This one is an all-black pistol with 9 mm bullets. It is pretty intimidating, I agree", he said.

The gun reminded you of the time you were rescuing Robin from Enies Lobby. That had been the first time you had faced a group of men that wore black suits, black hats and carried pistols.

They were Cipher Pol agents. They were not enthusiastic or heroic like the marines. Cipher Pol agents were cold and quiet. They killed people who "knew too much" or "had angered the wrong people".

These efficient and calculated agents carried different guns than the marines. Pistols that were quick to shoot with. Marines used muskets.

There was something scary about a pistol that you could hide under your jacket. A gun that you could shoot with only one hand. The victim could be dead in a second and they might not even notice the agent pulling out the loaded gun.

"It is intimidating", you agreed in a thoughtful voice, leaning down to look closer at the gun. "It really is an all-black gun. It makes it even more scary."

"Couldn't agree more. I'd like to think that my slingshot is scary, but there is something about the guns that Cipher Pol agents use that just feels... too efficient. It feels cold-blooded", Usopp said, looking a bit tense.

"For real", you agreed.

"But I know a lot about guns, so I usually inspect and analyze the new guns I collect pretty easily. I'm analyzing these new guns and their ammunition so that I can make better weapons for myself", Usopp said, smiling excitedly as he looked at the pile of weapons in front of him.

"Do you have the guns and ammunitions separated?" you asked Usopp.

"Yeah. None of these guns are loaded", Usopp said, glancing at you. "We don't have to look at the all-black pistol anymore if it makes you nervous."

"No, it's cool. I feel intrigued", you told him. "I can't help but want to try it out myself."

"Try shooting? With this?" Usopp asked, wearing a shocked expression as he held up the all-black gun.

You lowered your voice, making it sound deeper but still subtle, as you urged Usopp to help you.

"I don't know anything about shooting... But if we go close to the railing of the ship..." you said, tilting your head towards the place you were talking about. "... and point the gun towards the ocean, it should be okay, right?"

Usopp looked at you, then at the black gun in his hand. A spark of excitement seemed to light up in his eyes. Then he looked into your eyes.

"I can trust you to be careful and follow my instructions, right?" he asked.

"Yes", you said, focusing on him.

Usopp stood up, grabbing everything he needed for the gun before he quickly walked to the railing with you.

Usopp showed you how to hold the pistol. He warned you not to put your finger in the hole were the trigger was before shooting the gun. You followed his instructions closely, feeling a sense of seriousness. You admitted to yourself that the thrill was delicious.

You were holding the gun. You didn't let your focus waver for a second. You were holding a dangerous weapon. You let your mind become calm, but at the same time you kept focusing on what Usopp was saying. As long as you didn't point the gun at anywhere else than towards the ocean, you were fine.

"Okay, now the gun is loaded", Usopp said after taking the gun away from you for a second and loading it for you. "I showed you how to aim. Do you remember what to do?"

"Yes", you said, looking through the front and rear sights of the gun towards the ocean.

"Remember this type of a gun is going to push back after you shoot. It's going to feel like a kick. Don't forget that it will kick you in the face if you hold it too close", Usopp warned.

You held the gun at an appropriate distance away from your face.

"Okay, don't shoot yet. There is going to be a loud sound from the gun so let me just shout Nami a warning. I think she is up in the tangerine garden reading", Usopp said.

You nodded, lowering the gun but still keeping it pointed towards the ocean.

"Hey Nami! Just a warning, there is going to be a loud sound in a second!" Usopp shouted.

"Okay!" Nami shouted back.

Suddenly you heard a seagull scream.

"Hey!! Leave my croissant alone!!" Nami yelled. "Argh! Usopp, there is a seagull in here! It stole my croissant! Can you do something?!"

"Hold on (Y/n). I'm gonna take care of this", Usopp told you in a normal voice before he started shouting again. "Sure, Nami! I can see the seagull! Give me a second!"

You heard the sound of Usopp pulling back the string of his slingshot.

"Let's see how you like water balloons, you thief!" Usopp yelled and released the string.

You heard a splash of water and a sound of seagull screaming in surprise.

"Ha! Take that!" Nami cheered.

"Bullseye!" Usopp celebrated.

You waited for Usopp to focus on you again. You were eager to shoot, but there was no way you would shoot before Usopp gave you permission. You could hear the seagull flying around the ship and screaming every so often. It was disturbing, but you took it as a challenge to keep your cool.

Soon Nami and Usopp calmed down. Usopp turned his attention back to you.

"Okay, are you ready?" Usopp asked.

"Yes", you said, lifting your gun and keeping it pointed towards the horizon.

"Alright, now you can shoot three times towards the ocean. There is three bullets in the gun. Shoot at your own pace, there is no hurry", Usopp said.

You breathed in and out. After aiming for a moment, you were ready. Feeling thrilled, you put your finger on the trigger.

You weren't sure how the other crew members would react after you would shoot the gun. They would probably scold you for scaring them with the sound. It was time to find out.

You pulled on the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot was LOUD. You blinked quickly. You felt like you been blasted by the sound like somebody had just screamed into your ear, except that the gunshot was more loud than that. The sound of the had cut harshly through the sound of the waves and everybody on the ship had probably heard it. You stood in silence, feeling like you just declared war on something.

"Oh wow..." you heard Usopp say. It sounded like he was in a shocked daze.

"Yeah..." you said, feeling just as shocked as Usopp.

You had definitely felt the kick of the gun. It had been a mean kick, but you had prepared yourself for worse. And the gun hadn't kicked you in the face, you thought, feeling a sense of accomplishment that felt a little soothing. You grasped your fingers around the gun, holding it better.

The gunshot had been louder than normal. It was different to shoot on a quiet ship compared to shooting on a chaotic battlefield, but none of the Usopp's old guns had made a sound that was that loud. Remembering this, you felt that the black gun was even more intimidating than before.

You were starting to feel thrilled again. Still, you needed to confirm with Usopp that this was safe.

"Can I shoot again?" you asked Usopp.

"Oh- yeah, sure, go ahead-", Usopp said. He seemed to be in control and aware of the situation despite his shock, so you prepared to shoot again with his permission.

"What the heck was that sound!?"

You heard Sanji's voice.

Sanji climbed on the deck in the back of the ship, alerted by a loud sound that resembled a gunshot. It could have been an enemy attacking a ship or something else dangerous, so Sanji felt worried and ready to fight.

When he arrived in the place where he had heard the gunshot, he saw what was actually going on. Usopp and (Y/n) were standing together near the railing and Sanji saw a glimpse of a weapon. Sanji's first instinct was to think that Usopp was probably shooting something for fun and (Y/n) was watching.

"Hey Usopp, was that you-", Sanji asked, but his words died in his throat as he saw that (Y/n) was the one pointing the gun over the railing.

Sanji's eyes widened. (Y/n) was holding a pistol. It wasn't a gun meant for hunting. It was an actual weapon meant for fighting.

And not just any weapon. It was the black weapon of the Cipher Pol agents. The coldest gun Sanji had ever seen.

(Y/n) didn't look at him. She was staring forward, holding the gun in her hands, pointing it fiercely over the railing.

Sanji remembered their conversation from before. The images of current (Y/n) and past (Y/n) clashed in front of his eyes.

Sanji felt shocked.

He realized that (Y/n) had heard him arrive to the scene.

But she didn't spare him a look.

She was focused on aiming the gun. Hungry. Cold. Calculated.

Taking what she wanted.

Sanji's heart roared like a passionate wounded beast, crushed beautifully under the understanding that (Y/n) was standing proudly, holding her desires in her fist.

Doing so she momentarily ignored Sanji out of embarrassment of her conversation in the past with him.

The fact that (Y/n) was embarrassed made Sanji's heart sing opera dramatically. His friend, his sweet (Y/n), was embarrassed? Sanji hadn't felt so passionate as he was feeling now for a long time.

Oh how sweet! Oh how tragic! Not to mention that (Y/n) was ignoring him in such a cold manner, pointing the gun in such a calculated fierceness. Sanji could feel his own feelings cool down out of embarrassment of being ignored and at the same time his heart beat louder out of passion.

All of this Sanji felt in two seconds after he realized (Y/n) was holding the gun.

"What in the hell was that sound?! It was so loud!!" Nami yelled from the upper level.

Just after Nami yelled, there was a piercing scream.

The seagull.

The seagull from before flapped its wings in fury and flew straight towards Usopp from the sea. It had circled the ship for awhile and now it was ready to get revenge.

The bird was mad with anger, but Usopp, Sanji and Nami had barely any time to notice it before-

*KRACK!*

Sanji was looking at (Y/n) the whole time. His eyes widened when he saw (Y/n)'s finger move to touch the trigger and then pull it. There was a flash of white in the corner of Sanji's vision, a bird screaming angrily-

And then the bird was knocked back, stopping as if it had been shot.

And it had. By the gun that (Y/n) was holding. A small flurry of feathers burst out and scattered in the air, Sanji could see a splash of red appear on the birds' body and then the small animal fell down, down, down to the sea.

The sound of the gunshot had been harsh and loud, splitting the air. Now it left behind an empty space.

Shocked silence.

Then (Y/n) looked at Sanji.

She was smiling with wide and shocked eyes, intense surprise on her face.

Sanji was too shocked to smile. But the way his friend smiled, oh he would he thinking about that in his bed later, counting the radiant moments of his life.

"You hit the bird", Usopp said, looking flabbergasted. "You hit the bird!"

(Y/n) turned to look at him, still with her eyes wide as two full moons and smiling in disbelief.

She seemed to catch herself and breathed deeply, calming herself down.

"I did", she whispered, looking overjoyed but staying calmly still and taking care that her gun was still pointing towards the ocean.

"You actually hit a bird! How did you do that?" Usopp gushed in excitement, gesturing wildly. His reaction seemed to finally make Nami and Sanji wake up from their shock.

"You are a master shooter (Y/n)-chan!! You are brilliant! Absolutely unmatched!" Sanji cheered loudly, looking disheveled with joy. He was smiling from ear to ear and lifted his arms up in celebration.

"That was glorious, (Y/n)!" Nami shouted from the upper level.

"Oh wow, thank you..." (Y/n) said, smiling wholeheartedly while Sanji and Nami were still cheering. She seemed to be getting slightly drained by all the thrilling action. "That was crazy. The poor bird is dead now I guess. I didn't expect that this would happen at all. Holy shit."

"Don't worry about it too much. I'm grateful you did that. The bird was trying to attack me after all", Usopp said.

"That was the best shot I have seen in a long time!" Nami exclaimed, grinning.

"(Y/n)-chan definitely knows how to handle guns", Sanji said, smiling knowingly. "She is both careful and skillful with them."

"Have you seen her shoot before?" Nami asked in confusion.

"Never", Sanji answered, still smiling.

You looked at Sanji in mix of being grateful and in disbelief. The clash of past Sanji and current Sanji left you feeling stunned.

But right now you had something more urgent to do.

"There is one more bullet left", you said, trying to calm every part of your body down in case you would be shooting again soon.

You were feeling more emotionally affected than you would have liked and nervous about enduring the shock that would follow the last bullet, but it made you stubborn to just get this thing over with. "Do you mind if I shoot it or is it too much? Those last two were pretty intense so I don't blame you if you want me to stop here."

The athmosphere was still a bit nervous after the last two gunshots. Usopp, Nami and Sanji seemed to think about their answers seriously for a second. In the end they all said that yes, they were okay and they wanted you to shoot the last bullet.

"You might want to cover your ears. Based on the last two, I think you are a lot more comfortable that way", you said.

"Would you like me to cover your ears, (Y/n)-chan?" Sanji asked.

"That would be great, thanks!" you said gratefully, already soothed by Sanji's presence. "But then who will cover your ears?"

"I'm fine, (Y/n)-chan. I can handle it", Sanji said, smiling warmly before he pressed his hands on your ears.

You accepted his answer, feeling too tired to think of another solution.

"Can I shoot?" you asked Usopp.

"Yes", Usopp said, covering his own ears.

You took a deep breath and lifted the gun on your eye level, pointing it towards the horizon.

You aimed the gun and moved your finger to the trigger.

You were aware of Sanji's hands that were pressed on your ears. They felt warm and secure against your head.

You cherished the feeling, closing your eyes for a moment.

You opened them back up. Aimed again.

You made the decision to shoot and pulled the trigger.

[queenracoon]

I agree. Anyone deserves love in which you are fully respected and seen as an important and loved individual. Love that shows through the deep respect and care a person has for their partner. Love that makes you giggle and kick your feet when you think about it. Love that makes you cry in the best and most happy ways and feels like a blanket around you. Safe, caring, loving.

Let me be clear from the start. If anything has happened to you that is adjacent to any of the relationships in ACOTAR, it was not your fault and I'm sorry you went through this <3. I hate that a world like this is reality too. I hate that we need to be cautious when we fall in love but the world is sadly like this. You can and will survive. This is hard I know but you are worth it <3.

I said what I said. I don't see any positive relationship portrayal in any of the ACOTAR books, neither friendship wise nor relationship wise.

Just to my background why I comment on this, this passionately. I have worked with youth groups actively from ages 16 to 19 and we got comprehensive trainings on how to detect SA, grooming and dangerous power imbalances. I also care about this and learning more because I want to be able to protect my future students as good as I can as a future educator.

The way "love" is portrayed in these books is disturbing, especially Feysand, as it blatantly portrays a form of grooming. There are also some signs of human trafficking imbedded in their relationship, which is even scarier. Their power imbalance is never healthily adjusted or even commented on by any of the characters. Blatant disregard like that has harmed people, harms people and will keep harming people. Especially, when it's never addressed or contextualized.

There are multiple things within this series that I deem dangerous, those three are the most important to me.

The romanticization of a big power imbalance (through the age gap, the gap in influence, the gap in connections and how dependence on the partner is normalized)

The romanticization of cult tactics and how it's shown off as normal (creation of a scapegoat, punished until the right behaviour is formed, emphasis on the things you can give vs. the things you are eg. being able to give birth over you and the things you are as a person; being forced into a role you are not; being manipulated into changing your character until being accepted)

The blatant racism and classicm being shown that is never questioned (deeming people who are born in certain parts of the world as evil, savages, or degenerates)

No one is immune to abuse. No one is immune to propaganda. No one is immune to misinformation. These things are always to consider when you look into art as well. The romanticisation of relationships like this might make stay with someone who is harming you because it's romanticised. Art immitates reality and reality immitates art, meaning that people will immitate what they see because they think it's harmless.

Abusive people are charismatic and will always be able to smudge perception which is why they are rarely caught.

We need to talk about these things, especially when the medium is very hyped and in the public eye as its glamorized and shown off as a presumed healthy relationship. People need to talk about these things because they happen in real life. Just because you have never lived through it, nor a person close to you, does not mean it never happens. I would rather warn one time too much over one time too little.

Reading and seeing those themes in media is important, in my opinion,but it also should be put into the correct context and be criticized and looked into why things are wrong. This series being marketed as Romance and Fantasy is scary on many levels, considering how harmful it can be to impressionable people (especially young ones) who might get into the series as it was deemed YA at some point. The harm happens right in front of our eyes and we as society should care for one another so this does not keep happening.

The way abuse is characterized in this series is so strange to me and is honestly deeply harmful. The victim and their healing are never actively centered but simply used as a plot device to drive sensual themes forward. Just note that this is not normal. Anyone deserves better than this.

Why feminism and critique are important :

Something I noticed, being in this fandom – from discussions about Rhysand sexually and physically assaulting Feyre UTM, to Elain and Nesta being thrown into the Cauldron, to Nesta being forced into the HoW and training, to the IC lying to Feyre in ACOSF, to the IC ignoring 2/3rds of the NC's women living in oppression– is that many readers underestimate the importance of bodily autonomy. 

ACOTAR is not marketed as a Dark Romance, and some people even recommend it as a "feminist" story, so criticism of how SJM handles storylines concerning bodily autonomy and trauma are valid. Concern with fan reactions downplaying things is valid. What isn't needed is calling analysis of literature "hating" on characters or their author, or saying "It's not that deep" simply because it's a work of fiction. Real people are affected by idealizing Feysand and the IC, so discussions about why they shouldn't be idealized are clearly something needed.

[irritablepoe]

Headcanon for Poe's backstory and his ability

okay so i’ve been thinking about this headcanon for ranpoe for like a year now and i wanted to do a big reveal in one of my fics but it’s kinda on the writer’s block list rn and i wanted to share it here too bc obv not everyone’s gonna read my fic. 

i want to point out that these are all headcanons with barely any evidence. you don’t have to share these opinions ofc oki oki <3

mainly it’s about how there’s more to poe’s and ranpo’s relationship - and especially their rivalry - than we see at first, that much is obvious. ranpo didn’t just hurt poe’s feelings, it wouldn’t make sense for poe to be this upset about it.

so these are a few headcanons i’ve already written about and posted about on here:

first: poe was the one who organized these mysteries competitions or was already highly involved in them otherwise. he may even had investors that sponsored him to do them. he was the best detective in america until ranpo defeated him. he probably had a lot of fans that supported him and cheered him on too. it’d make sense for them to leave him when ranpo defeated him, leaving him with nothing.

second: his friends. it’s stated that he isolated after his defeat. for that to be the case he would have had to have some sort of social connection to people before that. that can be the case for fans ofc, but it could also be that he did have a friendgroup before that. maybe even other detectives or mystery solver that turned away from him OR he was too embarrassed to keep up his typical boastfulness around them after ranpo.

another aspect i want to add here is that if he had investors that then left him, it could be that he fell into poverty which in turn could’ve led to one of his loved one’s dying (maybe of illness) because he couldn’t financially support them anymore. canon poe has stated to have experience with grief and looking at irl poe it would make sense that someone in his family (if not multiple people) died from sickness.

now, these are the aspects i’ve already covered. but now i would like to add another one. most of you are certainly familiar with the theory that abilities are caused by trauma or a life-changing event. the mystery competition between ranpo and poe seemed to have been such an event to poe. so - my theory or perhaps headcanon is that poe’s ability was triggered due to ranpo defeating him. i have multiple arguments to make here:

poe’s ability is perfectly crafted to be challenging to ranpo. leaving fyodor out of this right now (while also pointing out that fyodor did have a LOT of time to think about this plan though, while poe took six years), no other ability has proven to make ranpo this upset.

in the flashback poe was clearly stated to be a detective. ofc poe’s profession changed with the guild but still, he didn’t put his writing first back then.

it would explain his ambiguous feelings towards ranpo. hating him for taking everything away from him, while also seeing him as someone who has given this gift to him which would also explain him letting ranpo use his ability without being able to say no.

let me know what you think about this, the evidence for this is obviously dragged by the hair a little bit but yk, I’M PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS, it’s literally so fun to make up their backstory even if it doesn’t turn out to be true (or will never be answered idrc). you don’t have to agree obv, that’s just my two cents to ranpoe (they are my life).

thank you for reading all this <3

[thedreadvampy]

wish it was possible to Not Have Watched Something Yet on this website without getting the entire thing shown to you in GIFs before you even know it exists long enough to filter for it 💀

[autisticdoomslayer]

Some of Ya'll have no idea how to write impulsive characters and it shows

Say it with me kids:

Impulsive does not mean stupid.

Impulsive does not mean no common sense

I see too many people write impulsive characters as fucking idiots. As a fairly impulsive person myself, it makes me angry.

Every human being occasionally gets the the urge to do or say something that wouldn't be socially acceptable or would only make things worse, especially when they're emotional. Often (but not always, everyone does impulsive actions occasionally) people will think "no, I shouldn't do/say that" and then they don't do or say it. An impulsive person doesn't think twice about it. They do or say something potentially harmful, irresponsible, not socially acceptable, etc. and only AFTERWORDS do they realize oh fuck I shouldn't have done/said that fuck fuck fuck fuck.

An impulsive character will still make a plan of action. They might have a hard time sticking to that plan. An impulsive person will be easier to provoke into anger or another emotional outburst, but impulsivity is different from a "heat of the moment" outburst. Impulsive actions are quick.

Calling your girlfriend a bitch in the middle of an argument is pretty impulsive (and also not okay, lemme be clear about that). Making an entire "the reason you suck" speech towards your girlfriend is not impulsive (although a quick "the reason you suck" summary or bullet point list can be an impulsive action).

Punching someone in the face because they insulted you is impulsive. Doing an entire beatdown because someone insulted you is not impulsive, but can have roots in impulsivity - impulsive characters can sometimes get to the "heat of the moment BSoD" stage faster.

might add more points later, idk. Hope this makes sense.

[witch-queen-of-lesbos]

Today I learned that there's a limit to the number of notes you can put in a post.

hm actually i made a joke poll like this a while back but now im genuinely curious

[poguehearted77]

Bubblegum Ballerina

Pairing: Dental Student! Reader x Single Dad! Rafe

Summary: Spring rolls around with new beginnings, starting with a new placement for you in a pediatric dentist's office and meeting a patient's handsome (and single) dad.

Just some headcanons unless it should be a full-fic??

Single Dad! Rafe would bring his five-year-old daughter Ella to the dentist ten minutes early because he hates being late and knows that his little girl would do anything to try and stop him from taking her because she hates the dentist. She once even hid his shoes just so she wouldn't have to go.

Single Dad! Rafe would immediately lean over the counter and whisper to the familiar receptionist he'd seen for years, asking about you the second you whisked Ella away and out of sight.

Ballerina! Ella would ramble in her chair to you about her upcoming ballet performance and how her daddy bought her a new tutu because he tells her she's the best ballerina ever.

Dental Student! Reader could listen to Ella's cute stories and pink passion projects for hours but when the dentist entered and it came time to start her cleaning Ella immediately started to fuss, squirming and refusing to open her mouth.

Dental Student! Reader would do her very best to keep Ella relaxed, offering to hold her hand and telling her stories about magical ballerina's that got to dance with fairies as a treat for going to the dentist and staying calm.

Ballerina! Ella hated the mint-flavoured polish and always asked if they had the bubblegum flavour after trying it once and now refuses to have anything else.

Single Dad! Rafe lights up when he sees his daughter running to him with a clean bright smile and a goody-bag that she says you helped pick out for her, making sure everything is extra awesome like she is.

Single Dad! Rafe who nearly trips over his words when he finally gets to speak to you about how everything went, hoping that she wasn't too much to handle, showing that he's well aware of his daughter's anti-dentist antics. He's both happy and sad to hear that Ella has a small cavity, but the joy creeps in when he realizes he gets to see you again soon.

Dental Student! Reader scans Rafe's hands looking for any signs of a ring or implications of a Mrs. Cameron and she's not as subtle as she thought she was when Rafe grins and waves his left hand to regain her attention (but actually to show the lack of a wedding band)

Ballerina! Ella who begs reader to come to her ballet performance so that she can see the new tutu her daddy bought her and watch her dance. Rafe immediately apologizes for her outbursts and insinuates that you're a very busy person but you accept without thinking.

Single Dad! Rafe brings two bouquets of flowers to the recital, one for you and one for his little ballerina who ran off to show all her friends the flowers her daddy got her. Leaving the two of you to talk and address the budding romance between you.

- nsfw! Rafe who hasn't fucked anyone since the divorce struggling to hold himself together when he sinks his cock into you for the first time. Leaning down to whisper filthy praises into your ear.

- Further down the line when things get more serious, the two of you would get a secret kick out of sneaking away from Ella's friends' exhausting birthdays for a quickie in the back of Rafe's truck parked 2 blocks away, reappearing just in time for the candles.

- Single Dad! Rafe who has a tiny little breeding kink and gets hard anytime he thinks about filling your stomach with his cum and knocking you up with his baby. "You'd look so perfect walkin' around the house--tits all big n' swollen, belly round with our baby. Whaddya' think? Hm? You want that for yourself? Wanna be my good little housewife that takes care of our child while I'm at work before I come home n' take care of you?"

[14dayswithyou]

Some long-term followers may have noticed this subtle shift already (especially those who are in the 14DWY Discord server or have read this post), but I figured I'd make it official.

I'm no longer associating myself with the yandere VN community.

The TLDR is that the energy here really fuckin SUCKS!! And I don't want to be part of something so hostile and needlessly competitive.

The constant infighting and epicaricacy between communities is deeply upsetting, and it's very disheartening to see aspiring developers cancel their projects because of the unwarranted backlash and harassment they face.

Some entitled folks on here reeeeally need to understand that constantly harassing others for updates, encouraging developers to belittle others to make themselves/their project look better, complaining about a project not meeting the expectations you specifically put in place, attacking other communities because of the parasocial relationship you share with another developer, getting mad that you chose to ignore important PSAs or warnings and faced the repercussions, or even sending in hate messages on anon because you're bored are not things you should be doing — let alone be proud of.

I try to avoid bringing up these topics as it's not the vibe I want to have on this blog (nor do I want to negatively contribute to the Streisand Effect and blow things out of proportion), but I'm genuinely getting tired of being on the receiving end of all this harassment and negativity, seeing it happen to others, and watching other indie developers encourage such vile behaviour. I'm done.

For those wondering what this means for "14 Days With You": for the most part, everything will still continue like usual. I've said this from the very beginning, but 14DWY is just a passion project I pursue whenever I feel like it. It's something I do for fun as a hobby — not because I want to publish a well-known game or turn it into a career. I've been on Tumblr for over thirteen years now, and it's taught me how to grow thick skin, so everything that I'm yapping and yammering about won't stop me from working on 14DWY.

However, this does mean that I won't be as interactive with other developers or their communities anymore; many ill-natured people have ruined this for me.

Because of them, I'm no longer able to voice my opinion on other games without some opinionated rat whispering in my ear about how the developer is "problematic" or that I could get cancelled for simply following them on Twitter. I can't interact with certain games without its parasocial community becoming hostile or gatekeepy towards anyone they don't like. I've seen communities belittle and devalue promising demos because in their eyes, nothing can compare to their favourite game (or their favourite developer). I have been harassed, bullied, and doxxed by other communities and have seen the same thing happen to others as well. I've heard about the developers who weaponise their community's loyalty to attack and drive out their competition. And I've witnessed more than enough developers expressing how badly they want to take a hiatus due to how much unwarranted negativity they receive, but don't want to disappoint their community by doing so.

By saying all of this, you can understand why I dislike being here so much, as well as why I no longer find any enjoyment in interacting with the yandere VN community.

Many people here — fans and developers alike — are so needlessly pushy about their standards and personal opinions being the norm, and if anyone else goes against them, they'll purposefully try to ostracise and bully them out of the community. This place isn't as laid-back or inclusive as it used to be, and I don't want to be associated with a community that acts so hostile and aggressive towards anyone who shares a differing opinion — nor do I want to be part of a space that caters towards developers who'll tear down others in order to have a moment of relevancy.

We're all doing our own thing and making our own games; it shouldn't be a competition. But if you see it as such, then I urge you to take a moment to stop and rethink your actions — or, at the very least, understand how it's affecting you and others around you.

So until there's a reasonable change and people can go back to being less... demanding, hypercritical, and gatekeepy about who interacts with what, I'll be stepping away and continuing to stay in my own bubble, as I have for the past two years now. I've already unfollowed everyone associated with the yandere community many months ago, but I think I'll just unfollow everyone entirely now for my own peace of mind. I will also no longer be interacting with any yandere VN communities (aside from close friends), nor will I be as public with my interests from this moment on. Everything on this blog will be strictly related to 14DWY like usual, and I will continue to block and report any spiteful "anons"/burner accounts sent my way and delete their messages.

Again, this isn't really much of an announcement — it's more so just paragraphs of me bitchin and moanin 🫶 — but I wanted to get this all out there instead of leaving things unsaid and having people come to their own conclusions as to why I've suddenly become less active, less optimistic, and why I've stopped engaging with a majority of the yandere community in the last two years.

So, yeah... ^^; If there's anything I want y'all to take away from this entire post, it's to be kind, open, and understanding towards everyone — developers and communities alike — and to spread support rather than negativity. It's what I want my own community to be known for, so please be mindful of how you treat others online.

And if you find yourself being surrounded by constant toxicity and negativity (be it from friends, mutuals, or even other developers or communities), please don't feel ashamed to step away or cut them off entirely. Put yourself and your mental health first. I also think it'll be good for me to leave all this negative energy behind and continue to kick off 2025 in a better light, so if y'all need to let out any frustrations of your own, feel free to go ham in the replies (obviously, be kind and civil though jghsjg T_T)

[comicaurora]

So uhh. If you feel like talking about it. As someone who lives in the US, how are you being kind to yourself on this upsetting morning <3

Checked in with my loved ones first and foremost.

It's interesting. The vibe I've been getting from my circle is very different from 2016. Much less… dread and horror at a realignment of the understanding of what can and can't happen here, now, in this place and day and age. More "fuck, guys. again? whatever. enjoy your consequences, maybe you'll manage to learn something this time."

Frustration and anger is not the most positive feeling, or even the most fair one to express, but it is a protective one. It hurts a lot less than most alternatives.

And it's quite a shift. It was earthshattering back then. How could this have been allowed to happen? Why couldn't it be stopped? Why couldn't we stop it? Why couldn't I stop it? Why couldn't everyone see what this meant? Why couldn't I make them understand? Did they really not care? What did that mean about humanity as a whole? Were we so thoughtless? How could anyone be trusted?

It seems… much less earthshattering to see it happen twice. Disappointing, sure. Frustrating. But nowhere near as devastating as the first time I saw it unfold. We already knew it could happen. I've already had time to digest the implications. Now I'm just freshly disappointed.

It also feels less indicative of Crushing Truths Of Reality this time. We've seen shit get bad. We've also seen shit get better from here! We know both outcomes are possible, even inevitable. We know hoping for a better future is always worthwhile. This isn't the apocalypse. It's an unremarkably bad turn of events brought on by unremarkably self-centered well-documented human impulses. It's utterly mundane in its unpleasantness. It doesn't need to be dignified with despair.

A democratic election, no matter the outcome or the side we're on, makes us all acutely aware of how outnumbered we are by people whose worldviews and priorities are demonstrably incomprehensible to us. And the first time you get outnumbered, it's a shock. Defeat is haunting. It didn't matter how badly you wanted it; by the very function of democracy, you do not have the power to override greater numbers. (insert electoral college caveat here)

The second time through, I find myself focusing on a different facet that has dramatically reduced the amount of spiralling I'm doing. I don't expect this to work for everyone, but for me specifically, it helped to crystallize a few thoughts:

You don't have the power to control anyone else. You don't. You can't share your worldview and your revelations with them. You can't make them think or understand anything. You can lay it all out for them, but you can't make them listen, and you can't make it click. A mentor can't make their student learn a lesson; that's why teaching is so complicated and hard. An active choice must be made by the person to enable themselves to understand, and they must put the pieces together in their own mind before it makes sense to them, and the pieces must have been presented in a way that makes sense to them in the first place. Lead a horse to water, can't make them drink.

These elections highlight a disconnect in what different groups of people care about; and no matter how clearly you explain yourself or how passionately you perform, caring cannot be forced on someone. Understanding and connection cannot be forced. You cannot make anything or anyone matter to someone. They have to choose to see how it matters in order to internalize it. If they choose not to, that is not your failing. You couldn't have made them do it by just Explaining Better. They are not your responsibility. They make their own choices. You can't reach inside their head and connect the dots for them.

I'm a storyteller. I make stories and put them out into the world. I hope people get something good out of them, but I have no control over what that something is. I want people to be thoughtful and kind and compassionate and hopeful and see themselves reflected in stranges, no matter their differences. I can craft stories that I hope encourage this. But that is the extent of my ability and the extent of my responsibility. I control no-one's actions but my own, and so while I am not having the best day, I am at least content that I am doing what I can, and I am not shattering myself against impossibilities trying to control the things I can't.

Sometimes, people make decisions that I think are really bad. I can't make that not happen. All I can do is try to make decisions that will result in things I think are good. Today, that means checking in on people, and not assigning too much dramatic narrative weight to an ultimately mundane set of unremarkable bad decisions outside of my control. We'll take life as it comes and help each other out when and how we can. Everything else is out of our hands.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Pocky Game

SUMMARY: How would they react if you asked them to play Pocky with you? Do they already know the game? What is it like to play with them? And how would a game with them end? 💋

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers +  Dateables (- Luke) = Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub; Belphegor; Diavolo; Barbatos; Simeon; Solomon.

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points; Kissing; Suggestive?

WORD COUNT: An average of 240 words per character.

COMMENTS: I've already given up questioning the lore of this game, trying to find canon in the stories of the cards and events. I'm just going to write what I want and if there's something similar in a card or something, I don't know anything anymore. 😅😭

I hope you enjoy ❤️

CONTEXT: The Pocky game is a party game played with Pocky, a Japanese chocolate- or candy-coated biscuit snack. Two participants place the Pocky between them “Lady and the Tramp” style, and try to be the last to hold onto the biscuit, often resulting in a kiss.

How to play:

Pick a partner that you wouldn't mind kissing.

Face your partner and put a Pocky stick between you. Each partner takes an end of the Pocky stick in their mouth.

Each partner bites their end of the Pocky stick until their mouths meet in the middle. The first person to pull away loses!

To ensure that the others don’t interrupt or prevent you from playing, you go to his room.

Lucifer doesn't know what game this is. He doesn't usually have much interest in being up to date on these matters. That is more a Levi or Asmo thing.

“If you want a kiss, you can just ask for it, you know?” He tells you with a seductive smile after you've explained the game. But you insist that you want to play. He sighs amused. “Fine, if you want it that much.”

He comes closer to you and gently holds your hand with which you hold the box. Without taking his eyes off yours, he opens the box, leans over to bite into one of the biscuit sticks, takes it out with his mouth and points the other side at you. Before you bite the other side and start the game, he also places his index finger and thumb on your chin to tilt your head.

He plays with that seductively piercing gaze of his fixed on your eyes. As intimidating as it is inviting.

When there is only one bite left to finish the game, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in, taking the last bite and kissing you passionately.

He breaks the kiss but doesn't take his face away from yours, speaking with his lips still very close to yours. “Well, I played your game. Will you play mine now?” He lifts you up and carries you to his bed.

Mammon knows what game this is. Some Succubus and Incubus have already tried to convince him to play with them. “Hey, I said they tried! Of course I didn't play. Who do you think I am?” So... would he accept to play with you?

“W-with you?” He blushes. “Well, s-sure. You're the only person I wouldn't mind playin’ with.” That he wouldn't mind? “FINE, that I would like to play with. Happy now?”

Yes! You take a biscuit stick out of the box, put it in your mouth and point the other side at him so he can bite it. He does so, blushing. He ends up letting go and relaxing as the two of you take your bites.

When the last bite comes and it's his turn, he ends the game and kisses you. It starts out relaxed, but within seconds it becomes needy. To the point that he cups your face and gets so close to you that you almost feel the need to take a step back so he doesn't completely eliminate the empty space between you.

He doesn't want to, but he breaks the kiss. “I hope you only wanted to play once, ‘cause now I just want to enjoy my prize.” He kisses you again, picks you up and takes you to his bed.

OF COURSE LEVI KNOWS THIS GAME! What kind of fake Otaku do you think he is? He even started rambling about the times he had read in mangas or seen in animes scenes like that and wanted to experience it and know what it was like.

He even goes so far as to comment on a character in a game that he loves doing this to him (the player) and... he sees you start to get upset with him. “NO, NO, NO! It's nothing like that! I swear! I mean, I like the character and I wanted to know what her route was like, b-b-but I was wondering the whole time...” He already had a small blush on his cheeks, but it got even bigger. “...ho-how it would b-b-be with y-you.” He also does that thing where he puts the tips of his two index fingers together.

Well, lucky for him, you also want to know what it's like to play with him and you have a box for that. His blush deepens, practically spreading across his entire face. BUT HE IS SO HAPPY!!! You also want to know what it's like to play this with the person you love? AND IT IS HIM? You'll need to find a way to calm him down so you can play.

You are the one who puts the biscuit stick in your mouth and points the other side at him for him to bite. He will be nervous the whole time you are playing. And when the last bite comes and it's his turn, he can't take it, he stops, perhaps in a mental struggle whether he should kiss you or let you decide. You're the one who ends up deciding to end the game and kiss him.

And now, with this confirmation from you, he can no longer contain himself and wrap his arms around you. And even after you break the kiss he will want to continue snuggling with you.

Yes, Satan knows the game, or at least the description of it from some books. “You want to play it with me?” He smiles. “Of course, I would love to! I would also like to know what it is like.”

He lets you set up the game. You put the biscuit stick in your mouth and let him bite the other side. Although he's blushing a little, he maintains his composure while playing with you, while looking into your eyes with affection.

When there is only one bite left to finish, even if it is his turn, he stops. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants you to be the one to choose how you want to end the game. And you finish the biscuit stick by kissing him.

You feel his lips form a smile, his arms wrap around you and surprise you when he pulls you in a way that you lose your balance and lie down supported by his arms.

He breaks the kiss gently and looks at you to see your reaction. He smiles, happy that he surprised you so positively. He rests his forehead against yours. “I can see why people like to write about this game. Would you like to play it again?”

But OF COURSE Asmo knows this game! He tells you he's even played it before, and then regrets it a little when he sees your reaction. “Oh no hon, it was just a few quick kisses, just a little touch. Don't be sad, you know that my special kisses are aaall for you~. You still want to play with me right?” He makes puppy eyes.

“Yaaaay~” He gets so happy and excited when you say yes. He's so cute he looks like a kid in a candy or a toy store.

You put the biscuit stick in your mouth and he wastes no time in biting the other side. He plays the entire time with that cute smile and his eyes shining as he looks into yours. But in the last few bites, that look begins to change and become more seductive.

When there is only one bite left to finish and it’s his turn, he stops. His inviting gaze tells you he wants you to be the one to end the game and give him your love.

You do so and, as if that had been a way for you to give him permission to show his love for you, he hugs you passionately and deepens the kiss.

You're going to have to be the one to break the kiss because if it were up to him you'd stay like that for hours. “Oh, do you want to take a break? Do you want to play again? Sure! I can play with you until the box is empty. And then we can continue the kisses without the sweets right~?”

You hesitate to ask Beel about the game. I mean, it's a game that involves food... and it's Beel. But he realizes that there is something you want to tell him, so you end up giving in and telling him about the game.

He thinks he heard about the game from Levi, but the only thing he remembers is that there were biscuit sticks involved. You say you would like to play it with him, emphasis on the play.

“Don't worry, I understand what you mean. I know I'm at risk of being tempted to just eat the biscuits, but if you want to play I'll do my best to restrain myself.” He smiles warmly. “Even though biscuits may be tasty, I like making you happy more.”

You are the one who puts the biscuit stick in your mouth (because if it were Beel he would simply eat it whole) and point the other side at him so he can bite. He rubs the back of one hand with the other, nervous because he's afraid he'll end up eating the whole biscuit and ruining the game. But he takes his first bite anyway.

His first two bites go well, but on the third he gives in to the temptation of chocolate and ends up taking a bite that almost ends the game. You are both surprised and he looks away sadly. But you can still take one last bite.

You take the last bite, ending the game and kissing him. You try to convey through your kiss that everything is okay and you forgave him. You realize you've made it successfully when you feel him smile, hug you and deepen the kiss.

“Hey, I liked the game, but can we separate food and kisses for now?” He says when you break the kiss. “I was really scared that I might accidentally bite you.”

Belphie recognizes the name of the game because he's heard Levi or another brother talk about it. But could you explain the rules again? It's a game that doesn't require effort and that brings you both closer together, so: “Okay, sounds fun. Who starts?”

You were going to put the biscuit stick in your mouth, but then you decided to hand it to Belphie for him to bite first, as if you were feeding him. You know he loves it when you spoil him. You bite the other side and the game begins.

He is very chill when playing and have a sweet smile on his face. There is no tension during the game, just a warm and comfy feeling.

When there is only one bite left to finish the game, it is his turn and he ends the game by kissing you softly. You stay like that for a while until the kiss is broken gently.

You keep playing until either one of you gets bored or the box is empty. After that, he will convince you to lie down on the bed and cuddle. “It's a fun game. We should play it again sometime.”

Diavolo doesn't know the game, but he's super excited to learn everything about it and play with you. He listens attentively and with a smile to your explanation. “Ha ha ha. Looks like a simple but fun game. I will play with you with pleasure.”

You put the biscuit stick in your mouth and point the other side at him so he can bite it. He does so with an amused smile. The game goes smoothly and without tension, just with a warm and comfy feeling.

When there is only one bite left to finish the game and it is his turn, he stops and looks you in the eyes. You giggle and he understands this as the confirmation he was looking for. He ends the game and kisses you sweetly.

He hugs you and pulls you gently against him. He deepens the kiss before breaking it with a big warm smile. “What a lovely game.” He caresses your cheek. “Thank you for showing it to me. Do you mind if we play it again? I really enjoyed playing it. And I enjoyed doing it with you even more. Your sweet kisses are the best thing I've ever tasted.”

Barbatos doesn't know this game, but he will be happy to learn how to play it if you don’t mind teach him. He listens attentively to your explanation and the more you talk the sweeter his smile becomes.

“I see, the rules seem simple. It will be a pleasure to fulfil such a request coming from you. Do you want to start the game or would you like me to do the honours?”

You let him start the game and hand him the box. He takes out one of the biscuit stick, puts it in his mouth elegantly, and leans forward slightly, as if bowing, so that the other side of the biscuit is level with your lips.

You bite the other side and the game begins. As expected, he is a perfect gentleman throughout the game. When there is only one bite left to end the game, even if it’s his turn, he will stop so that you can decide how you want the game to end.

You finish the biscuit stick and kiss him. His kiss is gentle and loving. You feel his gloved fingers on your chin, caressing your face until they reach your cheek, the feeling of a soft, well-cared-for fabric.

If you take too long to break the kiss, he will politely break it. He chuckles. “It will be my pleasure to provide you with all the care and love you desire. But shouldn't we distribute this feeling out across the game rounds for it to be more fun?” He brings his index finger to his chin. “Unless one round was enough for you.”

Simeon doesn't know the game, but he will be happy to learn how to play and do it with you. He smiles sweetly the whole time you are explaining the rules. “Ha ha. Sounds like a fun game. I would love to play with you. How do we start?”

You put one of the biscuit stick in your mouth and point the other side at him so he can bite it. He does so with a cute smile. The game goes smoothly and without tension, just with a warm and comfy feeling.

When there is only one bite left to finish the game and it is his turn, he eats it, kissing you. It's a kiss that starts off sweet but becomes more intense, with him cupping your face and deepening the kiss. You can feel the smile on his lips.

He breaks the kiss slowly. “Hum... This was the goal, right?” He asks slightly embarrassed. “Did I overdo it? I’m sorry if I did.” You say he didn’t, that everything is fine and that you even liked it. “Oh, really? I’m glad. I got excited when I when I felt your lips. But don't hesitate to let me know if I do, okay?”

Of course Solomon knows this game. From Asmo? Thirteen? Someone else? You will never know. “Ha ha ha. I don't remember who told me first, but I've known it for some time. Don't worry about it. I'm looking forward to playing with you. Can I start?”

You tell him he can and hand him the box. He takes out one of the biscuit sticks, puts it in his mouth, places his index finger on your chin to tilt your head and places the other end of the biscuit at the same level as your lips. When you bite it, he smiles.

Even though his face doesn't have a very different smile than usual, there's a certain mischievous tension throughout the game. The closer your faces get, the more this feeling grows.

When there's only one bite left, even though it's his turn, he stops, and looks into your eyes waiting to see what you're going to do. You finish the biscuit and the game, kissing him. You can feel his smug smile. He wastes no time in grabbing you by the waist to press you against him to deepen the kiss.

You'll have to be the one to break the kiss if you want to continue playing, otherwise he'll simply lead you to his bed.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[youryanderedaddy]

can you write gentle yandere taking their darling for the first time vs mean sadistic yandere taking them for the first time?

Btw I love ur work 💖💘💗

tw: female reader, non - con, kidnapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, sadism, degradation, slut - shaming

Gentle ~

You know the type of guy I'm talking about. Big and buff, dark - haired, cries a lot. Watches romance movies in his free time and actually calls his mother even outside of the holiday season. Wears slutty little black fitted shirts after working out and brings you smoothies after work. He smiles and blushes. The man is a massive loser with an undying passion for anything nerdy, be it dragons, board games, collecting marks. Who would really expect this poor soul to hurt even a fly?

But he does.

It doesn't happen until months after he's taken you in. Most of the time he's being the perfect gentleman (aside from literally keeping you captive) - he cooks for you, brings you roses and chocolates (even when you throw them away or tear the petals from the flowers), cleans and doesn't make you lift a finger. He reads you poetry until your ears bleed. He tells you he loves you one hundred times a day and seemingly doesn't care about your snorts or the way you roll your eyes and push him away, already so used to your living situation you can't even find it in yourself to be scared. You think he's harmless - as harmless as a lovesick puppy.

But then one night he comes home, an unusual frown on his otherwise soft face. There is a certain type of madness in his hazel eyes. They are still so very soft and adoring, he still sees you as a Goddess in need of worship... but there is also something dark and muddy. Something possessive.

Your captor kisses you on the cheek and that much is granted - he does it every day, along with shouting "Honey, I'm home" at the door. He hugs you - tight. Tighter than ever before, it feels as if the man is trying to crush you in a suffocating embrace, like he wants to swallow you whole within his arms. For the first time you realise just how muscular he is - how much stronger he is. And then he picks you up like a blushing bride and leaves a quick peck on your forehead before taking you to the bedroom and carefully laying you down.

He doesn't give you time to ask questions - as soon as he steps a foot in your shared room, he's already tearing apart his clothes, revealing his ripped form.

"See anything you like, sweetness?" the man asks you, rubbing his hands together as he towers over you, caging you between two beefy arms. You stay silent for a moment, mouth agape at the suddenness of it all - you have never seen him like this. He starts caressing your cheeks and slowly moves down, and that's when it finally settles in your mind. You need to act quickly.

"Stop." you say authoritatively, just like you have done so many times before, praying it would work like it had in the past. But not now. This time he simply shakes his head, a crazed smile playing on his lips as he lowers his head and kisses your neck softly, lovingly. It's terrifying. You're not used to this. You don't know how to react. "Baby, I can't hold it in anymore." Your captor whispers, head resting against your shoulder, voice low and desperate - almost whiny.

"I really tried." he swallows thickly. "I swear. I tried cold showers a-and thinking about bad things but..." he bites his lip, staring at you. You look so small and helpless and, God, he respects you, he really does, but he can't help the way his crotch twitches and his pants tighten as he watches you squirm and tremble, oh-so-small and panicky, defenceless little hands scratching at his arms, but failing to make him budge.

"But every time I come home all pent up and annoyed after dealing with bastards all day, all I want is to bend you over," he continues after moving a lock of your hair out of the way so he can whisper directly into your naked ear. "And fuck-”, he says as he pins your hands to the bed frame, enjoying seeing you wiggle and pant. "The shit-" he can feel your heart beat faster and faster as your whole body gets warmer. It's awfully intimate. "Out of-" he's so excited now that he grabs your hips rather roughly, and ruts against your core, whimpering as his crotch rubs all over your clothed slit. "you".

He growls, now more akin to a lion or a bear than to a human.

He tries to enter you slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you, but the moment your tight velvety walls wrap around his hard throbbing length, he’s reduced to a feral whimpering mess, shoving at you in short sloppy thrusts, completely pussy - drunk. He lasts less than five minutes before he pulls out and cums all over your stomach, watching in fascination as his seed marks you. He slams his lips against yours, swallowing your hushed protests as he murmurs “Mine” over and over again, gripping your hips closer when he feels you pulling away.

Once his brain has cleared enough to be able to think properly he helps you clean up, touching you so gently you wonder if this wild, brutish side he exhibited was all but a dream. But it’s still very much there, barely contained under the surface - and one single moment of freedom and passion is enough to open Pandora's box. 

After that night he feels a lot more comfortable with touching you, for better or worse. 

Mean ~

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to your ‘new life’ before he basically pounces on you like a predator. To be completely honest, he’s wanted to fuck you within inches of your life since the time he first saw you - the only thing keeping him at bay for a while were the countless pretty pictures he had of you naked and writhing in your own bed in the comfort of your home that all the secret cameras he had installed managed to capture.

Before he used to treat your home footage like his own personal cam - girl show; sometimes he would wait to leave work, jerking all over your face on his screen the moment he gets home. Other times he wasn’t so patient, and he had to sneak off to the restroom any time a thought about you occurred, stroking himself to completion as he blasted his recordings of your quiet moans on his headphones.

But now you’re here in the flesh - the real thing, tied so tight you can’t move an inch, trembling all over just like a bunny caught in a trap by the hunter. He wants you completely immobilised - he’s waited ages for this moment and he wants absolutely no distractions getting in the way of him finally taking his price.

You sob pitifully, your mouth the only part of your body left uncovered, and you try to plead with him desperately. You promise him money, influence, anything he wants - whatever would be able to get you out of this hellish predicament. You even offer to give him a blowjob - which he simply sneers at, grabbing a fistfull of your hair. 

“Oh, doll, the night is still young. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He looks possessed, ready to feast on your flesh. You shiver, curling into yourself as much as possible - but he pulls your legs on both sides of his thighs, his hands seeming grand across your rickety ankles. “You’ll get your chance to choke on this cock soon enough.” He grabs his bulge crudely, massaging it through his thick stained grey pants. “Right now all I want is to see this cute little pussy stretched on my meat and those pretty tits bouncing in the air as I slap them red.”

It really doesn’t matter if you’re a virgin or not, you’re getting brutalised either way - although his comments would be different.

If you’re a virgin, he’s making sure you get the whole of his length in one - there is something terribly amusing about the toe - curling scream you let out as his cock tears you apart, something borderline pornographic in the way your brows twist and your nostrils flare, lips shut tight as to not give him the pleasure of hearing your pain out loud. But it’s obvious, and he wants you to know that he enjoys it through and through - licking your tears and the sweat off your neck, pinching at your thighs, your breasts, your stomach; whatever makes you cry the most. 

If you’re not a virgin, he still finds a way to get his fun out of you. 

“I don’t feel you clenching on me, you little slut.” He smacks your cheek with little force behind it - it’s not meant to hurt you, but to humiliate you and drive his point across. “Did you have a fucking train ran on you? I should have known you’d be a filthy whore.” He bites at your lower lip, pulling at it until he hears you whine pitifully - leaving his mark on you. “Should’a known with these cocksucking lips of yours, and ngh-” He sinks into you, voice breaking once the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix. “And t-those slutty hips, shit, keep squeezing me just like that, n-ngh, I am going to ruin you all over again!”

He fucks you for who knows how long - when he’s finally satisfied, the sun is already up and you’re drenched in sweat and cum. There isn’t a single part of your body that doesn’t ache.

He leaves you there, snickering at the sight of your empty stare fixed on the ceiling - only reaching to untie you and cuff your ankle to the bed frame instead. You weakly raise an eyebrow in question.

“Stay here until I come back, okay?” He grins with malice, caressing your wet matted hair. “Hah, not that you can really go anywhere.”