#but STILL PUNISHED HIM LOLOL

[hwsing]

I’m very curious about any NSFW Headcanons/takes you have for Canada. 👀

sex, eh?

notes: 18+, reader is gender neutral and i don’t think reader’s genitals are mentioned. includes: canada (matthew williams). as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cw: this is more babbling than anything else; verse! matthew, outdoors sex, hair pulling, dick description. wc: about 580. not proof read. not much comes to mind for this lad but please feel free to request anything about him!

it’s so interesting to me that so many people want this man because he is so unfuckable to me its hilarious. i have to really put on my thinking cap here, but, i do think matthew is genuinely quite a giving partner. i also get the impression of him that he does like to dom (soft dom lets be clear). its a bit of a stereotype these days i think, but he seems like the type to enjoy that sort of dynamic since he can often feel overlooked in his day to day life.

despite that, i feel like he has iffy feelings on brats. he’s not the most kinky guy out there to begin with, so declining/training/ god forbid punishing is a ways outside his comfort zone. he’d much prefer to just make you feel good. now, if you reallllllly want to experiment in the more brat side of things, he’ll try a bit, but again, don’t expect anything particularly hardcore. at best, he’ll be manhandling you. when it comes to how he touches you, though, he’d rather give you sweet, open mouthed kisses down your chest to stomach!

really really really likes when his hair is tugged on. whether it it’s when you’re kissing or he’s giving you head, he just loves the little tugs to his roots. it’s a bit grounding, really; the blond is prone to overthinking and getting lost in his own thoughts. in a way, you’re yanking him back down, forcing him to focus more on the here and now.

public sex is a no go, but… outdoors sex?? this is by no means a habit of his, but if you two are camping……….. he prefers to camp by your own means rather than just. use an overcrowded campsite, so it’s not like anyone is really going to be around. with the thick forest as your walls of protection, why not get up to a bit of fun? he honestly really likes it, even if you’re only willing to do it inside the tent. although, if you’re willing to fuck against a tree, he’s more than happy to oblige!

he’s got pretty good stamina. he’s worked in the outdoors most of his life — he’s very fit. not particularly bulking, but muscular and somewhat lean. eats a good diet too. he lasts quite a while to begin with, but can go a few rounds as well! usually caps off at max two though, unless you specifically ask for more. he has a hard time saying no to you in most contexts,, he can’t help it, he thinks you’re so cute :(

still a verse at the end of the day, and if you try to take the reigns, he’s not going to put up much of a fight. again, he has a hard time denying you; quite literally putty in your hands if you decide to dom.

i dont imagine him very noisy in the bedroom. mostly soft and small moans and groans, some whimpering when he’s close. he’s not silent but not talkative either. he’s inclined to sing your praises and all that, but quietly, only for you to hear. that, and he can get a bit embarrassed by speaking so intimately, so it’s just easier for him to say it softly lolol.

this feels kinda bland so here’s a small treat: i’d guess he’s about 6.8”, trims quite close and very hygienic. slightly thick but not so much so that it’s pose a problem. very sensitive.

[sukunaology]

Hello, I am a first time reader. May I please request for Yandere Nanami Kento one shot wherein his darling is trying to hide from him inside their shared home.

𝚗.𝚔. — 𝚓𝚓𝚔

a/n: hihi !! thank you for requesting!! i was so excited to see my first request! i hope i fulfilled what you asked for you! kento is a new character to write for me so i hope i do him justice lolol

w/c: 758

synopsis: in which you screw up royally

trigger warnings: pet names (dear, darling), general yandere scariness, kidnapping mentions, forced financial dependency, mentions of violence, mention of punishment, forced domestic roles and spanking. MDNI, read under the cut.

it hadn't been long since kento had brought you back to his home. you still have nightmares of that moment when you had been knocked out and taken to the home that he had recently bought. he told you that it was perfect, it would be just you and him, in a shared domestic bliss.

though in your eyes, it did not feel that way. even though you greeted him every evening at the door, you never ever truly loved him. it was a matter of survival for you.

you quickly learned kento's pattern, if you had disobeyed or made any attempt to run away, he would bend you over his knee or he'd lock you up in that strangely large basement depending on the severity. kento isn't quick to anger, in fact, compared to everyone else, he has loads of patience toward you. he didn't mind that dinner was not always ready when he came home. he didn't mind that learning how to sow took you a long time. it was only when you decided to challenge that domestic fantasy he had created that were you subject to the worst of kento.

"dear, i'm going to work now"

his voice pulls you from the chasm of your mind, and you look up at him. you feel his lips press gently against your forehead, his hands cupping your cheeks. you lean into his touch, feeding his fantasies. you began to notice that he trusted you more than he did in the past.

he lets you watch tv for a certain amount of time, he lets you outside when he is home. he also started letting you access the knives in the kitchen, you hadn't tried to test his patience since the last time he had locked you in the basement.. but today you felt brave.

you walk kento to the door, giving him a final goodbye kiss. you wave as he enters his car and he drives away.

closing the door, you decide to occupy your time by reading books or doing menial chores around the house, it's the only thing you can really do. you watched carefully as the clock ticked by, waiting for that very specific time. 3'oclock. this busiest hour of kento's office job.

when that fated time clicks on the clock hands, you get up and carefully head to the farthest window down the hallway that connects the living room to the stairs. you push up the window lock and you cheer mentally as it opens with no problem. it seems easy.. almost too easy, but you pay no mind to the minute details of the moment.

pulling yourself up to the window ledge, you freeze as you notice the green light reflection in the window. your hands feel clammy as you jump down, closing the window. you turn slowly, meeting face to face with the camera. damn it. you should have seen that coming

kento plans everything

he knows everything you do

he must be coming home now.

in the distance, outside the door, you can hear the tires of kento's car tires screech. you shake out of your stupor to find a place to hide. instinctively, you go where you always hide when kento gets like this. the bedroom closet. predictable, but it allows you a moment to get ready for what is to come.

like clockwork, you hear the door slam. his footsteps stomp up the steps and you can hear as he enters the bedroom. "dear, come out. now" he speaks evenly, but you know of the hell that will come to you. you might as well face it now. you get up from your fetal position and you step out of the closet door.

kento sits on the edge of the bed, and he gives a stern yet disappointed look. "i expected better from you, darling. you know what to do, come here"

you do as you are told and you come to him, you bend over his knee. he hikes up your pants, "we'll do fifteen. this will help you remember exactly what happens if you do this again" clenching the sheets from where you lay, you prepare yourself for the first hit.

then the next

the next

and the next

it feels like forever before it is over. he rubs his hand up and down your back as you sob, the stinging pain hitting you like a freight train. "i know it hurts, but you'll do good to remember that this is for your own good darling"

[amrass]

My Colm O'Driscoll/Micah Bell ship HCs

I originally posted this on my Twitter (yeah I know, the site's politics are icky as hell, but it's also where all the cool NSFW artists are and also the new, miniature Colm/Micah fandom) but I thought some people here could like it ☺️

Warning: This is a villain/villain ship, and dark. I'll list the SFW HCs first, and then the NSFW ones, and the latter can get intense.

Suggested ship names: Drisbell, O'Bell, Micolm, and Cah. Yes, like the crow sound. CAH! That's my contribution ofc ......

Feel free to reply with your own HCs. List after the cut.

SFW

At the core, there's this weird understanding between them, because both are emotionally numb and need to stay numb to survive as cruel, violent outlaws. They try not to reflect too much about death and damnation but can't help it as they're surrounded by it. 

After his brutal upbringing, Micah finds more homeliness and peace with the O'Driscolls than the Van der Lindes. Colm's cruelty is different than his family's, but still familiar enough to feel homely and safer than actual safety would.

A bit like Dutch reminds Micah of his father, Colm reminds Micah of his grandfather. Not only because Colm has that sexy Nosferatu look going on, but because he's got a quiet and sinister influence, and is knowledgeable in torture. He also reacts with pride at Micah's killings, liking it when he is covered head to toe in blood, telling him he's such a good boy. 

Colm uses different methods of indoctrination on his boys, and he finds Micah surprisingly easy to deal with. With Micah, simple attention goes a long way, and so do extreme but precise punishments like tooth/fingernail extraction. 

They both have a disdain for religion; Colm grew up Roman Catholic, and Micah saw Amos be "snatched up" by a local Pentecostal church. They both secretly enjoy choir music, but rob churches to "compensate" for sometimes sitting outside and listening. 

They have a similar sense of black humor. They hate purple things and have a complicated relationship with Colm's brother. They love cocaine, guns and in modern AU, listening to metal together in Colm's car.

NSFW

Colm is an ass-man (same) and his brain just zaps out if he's staring at Micah's ass. Micah learns to manipulate this in turn, wearing tighter pants, but sometimes this backfired because he can’t run away and Colm fucks him so roughly he forgets what he originally wanted lolol. 

Micah has an oral fixation (smokes like a chimney from an early age) and secretly loves sucking dick. Colm enjoys having his dick sucked. But sometimes Micah gets way too possessive and keeps sucking after he's come, so Colm has to drag him off by his green neckerchief like a mad dog, and Micah just sticks out his tongue in retaliation before he swallows slowly with triumph.  

Colm likes giving Micah piercings as a sign of ownership. Micah is bad at caring for them so they mostly get rejected and scar, which Colm also likes, if not only so he can re-do them. 

In the biker AU, Colm once fucked Micah over his motorbike, Micah naked and him in full leather gear, and Micah is still jerking off about that memory twenty years later. 

Both enjoy pushing each other's boundaries. Kind of obvious I guess, but the numbness adds a dimension to this where they don't always realize that their own boundaries have been crossed until it's too late. And they have more boundaries within emotional exchanges than sexual ones. This is where the love grows, like a tiny poison tree, unwillingly so for both. 

Micah loves shot-gunning cigarette smoke and gets turned on by leather gloves and Colm makes full use of this. 

This is the ship at its most advanced stage lmao: Colm likes getting fisted but rarely trusts anyone to let them do it, and Micah gets to experience this once (1) and never feels as powerful and in love as in this moment.

In the Micussy verse (thanks Skibiborg) Colm is so into period sex he acts like a blood hound. Micah crawls under the bed to get away but he's dragged out before Colm has him on the floor. He gets between his legs and chomps down like it's his last meal. Likes blood on his lips, his chin, his shirt, his cock, all over really. Bites Micah's inner thighs and neck just to see if the blood tastes different there. Will probably make out with Micah while he fucks him, endeared by his disgust at tasting himself. "Heady, isn't it?" "D-do ya, ghh, have f-fucking, iron deficiency, boss?"

[yawarakaizai]

I LOVE YOUR AESTHETIC SM!!

i was thinking..

gn doll reader with nikolai.. i feel like he’s obsessed with dolls (bj dolls/porcelain dolls) he’d treat you delicately and.. ahh.. i need HIM. CARNALLY.

ⵌ THIS LITTLE WORLD IS YOURS TONIGHT

SENDER Doll ! Reader (GN) RECIPITENT Nikolai Gogol (BSD) CONTENTS He took the utmost care of you, treating you how he believed you should be treated. He loved every part of you, and that included your feisty temper, even when he was so nice and caring towards you. NOTE bratty reader, pet-names, usage of 'daddy', possessiveness, suggestive content, genitalia mentioned (or rather lack thereof), mentions of fyodor + sigma, size difference, reader is a ball-jointed doll, non-sexual nudity, rich nikolai lolol, spoiled reader, mentions of punishments/implied punishments (spanking), feminine clothing (dresses) COMPANY Smarty

A/N hii ano n! tys m f or your req (>///<) nikolai is one of m y fav es actu al ly, , hes s o swe et , craz y and aa aa a <3 i hop e you enjoy this small fic! !! it was f un t o write ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ i th iink nikolai would be s o silly w/ a re ader who' s a dol l !! he'd p air well w ith a br att y doll .. s o here 's th is !! \(^///^)/

" Noo! I don't wanna! "

Your whine was met with an exaggerated sigh of mock-sadness.

" Oh, but please! You'll look utterly adorable in this! "

One thing about you was that once your mind was made up, there was no way of convincing you otherwise. It was always your way. At least .. usually.

" Don't wanna means I don't wanna. "

You stood in the middle of the room nude, your hands placed on your hips, your head turned to the side away from the man knelt on the floor before you with his pleading eyes, a white gown bunched up in his hands.

Stubborn is what you were. And goodness, did Nikolai not love and hate it at the same time.

You were his sweet, spoiled doll. He wouldn't want it any other way.

" Ya know I love you best when you're behaved, doll. " He was dumb to think you'd relent your attitude so easily. Nikolai was being soft today, thankfully. On a hard day, he would've had you crying out bent over his knee promising to be a good doll next time.

Peeking from your shut eyes, your glass eyes stared curiously and intently on the dress he insisted to hell and back you should try out.

Frilly, short and virgin white - like every other garment he'd buy for you.

You most certainly are appreciative to have such a generous daddy. One who'd adorn you in only the best of dresses and accessories, showing you off to all who'd have the misfortune of coming across Nikolai.

He'd boast about how lucky he is to have you, with you shyly hiding behind his large stature, your fist gripping onto the hems of his shirt for your own comfort. You were timid around others that weren't your daddy. You'd shrink at compliments from others and cling to Nikolai; afraid to lose him.

Nikolai adored you for how bold you were with him. No matter the façade of a pure, innocent angel you'd display to all - he knew just what you were in private.

" Fine. But only this dress. Otherwise, I'll go straight to Dostoy and tell on you! "

" Yes! Yes, oh, how sweet you are! "

Standing up to his feet, he immediately began to tie the matching garter to your porcelain thigh, tightening it enough to ensure it wouldn't slip off.

" You'll look beautiful. I could not rid the thought of you wearing it from my mind. " He rambled on, guiding your head through the many frills of the dress, pulling your arms into the sleeves and smoothing out any wrinkles in the fabric.

You found it to be too short, as you'd find when you'd spin around the dress would ride up with the air and thus exposing the area humans considered intimate.

Although you possessed no genitals, Nikolai still found your body erotic.

" It's too short. " You'd protest, to which he'd reply, " It's perfect. "

It could be said Nikolai found you aesthetically pleasing to look at, as many would come to agree. Even Dostoy - as you'd call him - began to take a keen interest in you, requesting for your co-operation in being his muse for a while.

He had painted a lovely portrait of you. One you kept in an expensive gold frame, hung over your prized vanity table.

You did not pry too much into your daddy's life, and that included his relations with Dostoy. All you knew was that Dostoy was above the other, and the two had mutual respect for one another.

" Can you sit still for me, doll? Need't put these on ya. "

Nikolai rummaged through the many shopping bags he had hauled into your room, not expecting to have caught you during your brattish hours.

Nodding in silence, you allowed him to clip bows and pearls to your soft hair, having to kneel down to properly align everything perfectly and just the way he wanted them to be.

By the time he was done, you could feel the weight on your head having increased from how over-the-top he had gone.

" Daddy.. "

You huffed, puckering your red lips childishly.

" You look elegant, I promise you. "

Placing his hand on the lower end of your back, he carefully guided you towards your full-body mirror hanging adjacent from your large wardrobe.

Studying your reflection, you stared up at his grinning face. " You look dumb. " You remarked, continuing to twist and twirl. It wasn't that bad.

" I knew it'd be perfect, " He creeped behind you, wrapping his arms around your hips with his head resting atop of yours, " ya gonna thank your daddy for bein' so kind and sweet, aren't ya doll? " He murmured, lightly letting some of his heavy weight loosen on you, immediately making you yell out to him.

" Hey! Watch it! Daddy! Too heavy! "

You did your best to support him as he only laughed over you, " Catch me, catch me, doll! " he joked around, threatening to faint at any second, soaking in your desperate attempts at hoisting him back up.

In one fell swoop, he swept you off your feet over his shoulder, in the process, accidentally letting a stray bow come undone, falling to the floor below.

" Gonna go parade ya to Sigma. "

He praised, hand straying up your skirt and onto your bottom, in response you immediately whacked his back, stifling an "ow!" as your delicate hand forgot how tough he was, especially his upper body.

" Think he'll get mad when he realises I spent his money on all this? "

" Daddy! "

©yawarakaizai 2023 ﹒﹒ reblogs appreciated! requests open :3 it s 4am . ... @.@

[in-amor-veritas]

Mermaids mermaids mermaids?? 👀

Eeeeee so this started out as a fic for another fandom but I can’t write anything but wilmon lol so I reworked it it’s modern day lol basically Wille is a merman? Merboy? Lolol who starts secretly going to the surface and eventually meets Simon who lives on the island.

Oh yeah it takes place in the archipelago there’s like 2000 islands there but Simon’s family lives there and they run a restaurant that’s really only profitable during tourist season.

I think Wille can shapeshift to human tbh and I think he also gets injured at some point so Simon had to take care of him.

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The ocean was his home, dark and cold and beautiful. It kept them safe, wrapped around him like the caress of a mother, hiding them from the dangers of the surface. His people were the ancient ocean dwellers humans now believed to be only legends. But they were real, had always been real, had been hidden and forgotten in the dark depths of their mother ocean. Still for some reason Wilhelm had always felt a pull to the surface.

He had stared up as the bright glittering gems of light filtering through the waters for so long dreaming of what could be beyond the world he knew. The ocean seemed to stretch on forever, but even that did not seem big enough to him. The elders had strict rules regarding how far the young ones could go from their caverns, and even stricter rules on how close to the surface they were allowed.

The ones who inhabited the surface world were cruel they said, were vicious and corrupt and would hunt them down if they ever were to find them. The first time they had found him drifting too close, he had been punished, but it was their warnings that he would be run through on a giant hook, his tail chopped off and eaten that had scared him away from trying again.

As he slept he had dreamed of beasts with shadowy figures and gleaming eyes, stalking towards him, reaching for him, pulling off his scales one by one. It had kept him from braving another trip closer.

But the pull was still inside him and eventually the fear settled into the far corners of his mind, no longer strong enough to keep him away. He would swim until he could see the lights, watch them dance across the surface and wonder how anything that terrible could inhabit a world of such beauty.

When he was a little older he decided he had to know what lay beyond the water. He had to see it with his own eyes to satisfy his curiosity, maybe he could put this to rest if he only could see it. Just once and he would be fine.

So he swam further up than he ever had before, until he was right below the surface where the water met the lights and he could see blue, blue, blue. It took all his courage to push himself that last few bits, until the water broke over his head.

The first thing that shocked his senses was the loss of water and how dry and strange everything felt. His eyes hurt from the brightness, and he kept them closed tightly until he could open them without being blinded. When they finally adjusted and he could see, a gasp escaped his lip, because it was so much more than he could have ever thought or imagined.

[illusivewritings]

♡ fallen (into you) - genji x fem!talon!reader

chapter 1: familiar, but different

series masterlist coming soon

synopsis: genji runs into an unexpected old friend while on a mission. however, it seems fate never likes to play within the shimada’s cards.

warnings: canon-like violence, angst?, mentions of kidnapping/disappearance, reader is badass bcs i said so, genji is a d1 yearner

a/n: hiii my loves!! i originally wrote this with an oc of mine in place of ‘y/n’— but i’m being self indulgent rn, lolol. i also have this written in my more… serious? descriptive? writing style so i hope u guys still like it <3

##fic below the cut! ##

"You look..." He pauses, sizing up her new self. An entirely different person from the glamorous paradise called childhood. One he hasn't yet become acquainted with yet, a stranger from the past; "Different."

A forced laugh left her throat, still circling around him like a vulture. The short heels of her boots were heavy with every step. Loud thumps with every stride echoing through the room, done on purpose. To scare him, perhaps? Assert dominance over the situation? He wasn't sure. Nor was he faltering.

"And you think you don't?"

Her voice. God, her voice. Sweet like honeydew, dripping off every word she said. Velvety and collected, confident, dangerous. Attractive. He knew better though, one taste of such a forbidden fruit- especially right now- would make him a corpse. Now wasn't the time to mend old wounds or reopen old scars that long healed. She was filled with poison, and her intentions were clear.

To kill him using it.

She was right though, Genji had no place to talk regarding looks. Behind the cold visor that shielded his face, his scarred skin served as a permanent reminder of just how different he'd look from decades ago. (Tilting his head slightly, a fleeting thought wondered if he should take it off, as the woman encircling him did with her own; his rational side decided against it.) Yes, her looks were slightly contradictory compared to memories of the past, but by heavens, was she still beautiful. If it were any other situation, the cyborg knows he would have turned to stone under such a siren's gaze.

Unfortunately it felt like someone was using a mask, puppeteering the image of an old friend. To toy with him, perhaps? Was this the universe's way of punishing him once more, as if the stars haven't already pushed him to the point of no return once? As a sick joke, was it going to happen once more? Genji didn't want to know. He wish he never had to know. He always did.

The man stayed silent, hand gripping the base of his katana like a lifeline. The crushing wave of emotions was enough, he needed to get what she had. The USB. I have to stick to the mission.

"Hm?" She tilted her head, halting her circulation to look up at the metal man in front of her. "Oh, were you looking for this?" Dangling the USB in front of him, she giggled. It sounded so foreign coming from her. The sound was not filled with warmth or joy this time, but rather malice and mockery.

Unsurprisingly it was still his favorite sound, despite the bitter taste it left atop his tongue.

Among the still room, with no reaction from the still as a statue ninja, she groaned. "You've gotten so boring, my love. What happened to you?"

Within seconds Genji drew his blade out and charged at her, shurikens already flying within microseconds.

Although this just seemed to entice her, as she was much faster. Scarily quicker than he. Dodging every one of the metal weapons he threw, catching one between her fingers and throwing it right back at him.

What the fuck? He didn't even have time to think that before it scratched his visor. Ok, whatever, just a scratch. Maybe Angela could fix it later. He once again swung his sword at the agile woman, getting her a few times, a swift exchange of his blade and her metal claws clashing and clinging within the room; a few computers breaking and falling to the ground with her pouncing and dodging almost every swing. It was like trying to pick up a very unruly cat, fighting her. Genji was growing more irritated by the second, he saw no other option left, he was going to unleash his blade; use the aid of his dragon.

He had to act fast; throwing his shurikens at her but purposefully missing, she takes a moment to look at them and mock him– maybe– and– there.

He hooked his ankle under hers and made her fall to the ground in one swift move. Which undoubtedly caught her by surprised judging by the "wah!" that escaped her lips. It would have been funny, if this wasn't a fight for crucial information stored in the USB she had. He couldn't mess up. He shouldn't.

Bringing down his sword to go for the shoulder connected to the arm that held the small drive, victory was at the tip of his fingers, then-

Cling!

Her claws met his blade.

She stopped his attack. His sword was in her hands, her claws bared.

"Aww, Genji," She cooed, a fake feign of embarrassment coating her words. "If you wanted to get on top of me so bad, all you had to do was ask."

Guard completely down by his plan backfiring, the woman then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards into the wall that was close by. The wind was knocked out of his lungs, causing him to struggle to breathe as he slid slowly to the floor. Fuck.

"Although, I do prefer to be taken out to dinner first." She crossed her arms and cupped her face in her USB-free hand, as if she was thinking. "I thought you already knew that, no?"

Walking towards Genji slowly, a giggle that bubbled within her throat was released; doubling over into a fit of hysterical laughter.

It sent a chill down the injured man's spine.

"Y'know what, Genji?" She crouched down to his level when she reached him, gently taking off his visor for him. If not for the shock and war going on in his chest- heart and lungs- he would have stopped her. If it was anyone else that had done this to him, he would have acted differently. This would have gone any other way. "Let me see you, it's been so long, old friend."

With the green light faded and his visor fully off of his face, she stared at him as she quietly set it down next to her. Aura around her completely different now. Facade of cockiness and mischief gone in an instant. The laughter had long subsided. Face now painted with nothing on it, a blank canvas. What she was thinking, he couldn't tell. With the faint twitch of her eyebrows wanting to come together, the slight widening and softening of her eyes, how her lips inched upwards for just a second... it was hard to decipher. If he was able to guess, a picture of bittersweetness would be brushed upon her face. She looked away for a moment.

The sound of a zip and slight clank was heard, the hand that took off his visor was bare; free from the glove she had on.

(E/c) eyes back to focusing on him, her hand went up to brush through his soft hair, then move down to his face. Genji's breathing was stable by now, a hitch within his rapid breaths as she lightly traced the scars on his face. Her touch was gentle, caring in a way; and for a moment Genji forgot the situation they were both in. Oh, how he wanted to lean into the touch. Her hand was so soft. He missed this feeling. He missed her.

But... this wasn't her. It wasn't his childhood best friend, his partner in crime, his first love.

This wasn't (Y/n), he has to remind himself.

After a few minutes passed, she finally spoke up.

"Fate was cruel to both of us, it seems." Her voice was barely above a whisper, hurt laced within her words. But Genji heard. And he agreed, nodding his head.

"It still shows to have a disliking for us." He managed to voice.

A full, dishearteningly bittersweet smile bloomed onto her face. His heart ached at the sight.

Genji was at peace with a lot of things in his life.

With the help of his dear master Zenyatta, and the supportively helpful people around him even all those years ago before Overwatch first fell; Genji was able to come to terms and accept everything of his past. He wanted to always strive to improve; to be something he wasn't when he was younger.

He was at peace with what had happened between him and his older brother; forgiving his sibling for what had happened. He has healed and come to love and accept himself within the form he was lucky to be in now. Genji also came to accept that he would never to have known what happened to (Y/n), so many moons ago. Before everything, before his father had even died. Before Hanzo was instructed to murder him. Before he was saved and rebuilt. Before everything.

(Y/N) (L/n) had gone missing.

No one knew, not even her parents. No amount of press coverage, media outlets covering her- the only daughter of a disgustingly rich family- disappearance managed to bring out her captors. If she even was kidnapped, that was. It was a mystery, an enigma to how someone as protected and looked after as her was just... gone. Some theorized it was a planned murder by the family. Some simply thought it was a kidnapping, the captors too stubborn to let her go; or even had some unclear motive to do so yet.

(Y/n) and Genji were just 18 when that happened.

But now, here she was. The missing teenage daughter, now grown into a woman, rivaling Genji as his enemy. In the worst case scenario possible. And that... that stirred Genji's soul. It hurt, in such a great amount.

"I'll be keeping these," Her soft voice snapping him back to the present as she moved from her current position. Getting up, she slipped the USB in a pocket  of her jumpsuit and attached Genji's visor on her belt, replacing her own she took off earlier. Slipping it back over her face, she started to walk towards an open window, stilling her movement for a moment to look back at the black haired man; his own face bare.

Genji himself stood up, not making any effort to actually stop her. He'd lost this fight, he knew that. He knew that as soon as she'd taken off her coverage and showed her face.

"Until we meet again." He pursed his lips slightly, brows knitting together with blended emotions. "(Y/n)."

He could hear her laugh, completely lifeless this time. "Of course, my dear friend."

With that, she jumped out of the window. Presumably with skill because when he went to look out, he saw her frame illuminated by the moonlight, running swiftly across rooftops of the buildings.

Looking back to where he was, Genji saw something glint in the dark room. Walking over to where (Y/n) stole his beloved visor (Angela's definitely going to kill him for that, he thinks), he saw her glove laying on the floor. Bending down to pick it up, Genji examined it carefully as he stood. It was smaller than his own hand, obviously, but who knew she could even wield a weapon? Especially as well as she did fighting him... and... claws? Really?

The ones on this glove were retracted. It was such an intricate design, knowing Talon they always suited their agents with the best. Unfortunately. It made his job harder, yeah, but Genji wasn't someone who backed down from a challenge.

Usually.

With tonight's mission bust being an exception.

He hated that there was a very small part of him that was calmed; at ease because yes, (Y/n) was indeed alive. After so long, she was confirmed to actually be breathing. Not only that, but she was capable to fight for herself. However, it was greatly disheartening to know that (Y/n) would be fighting against his own. Against Overwatch. Against him.

"Genji? It's been over 3 hours– how do you copy?"

The familiar sound of Winston's voice rang through Genji's earpiece.

Genji clutched the glove in his hand. Raising his hand to the piece, he replied; "I'm alright. Few scratches here and there, and... I may need a new visor."

"What!?" Angela's disbelief was heard in the background, causing the ninja to laugh a bit.

"And the USB?" Winston pressed.

He didn't know bow to respond. Walking out of the abandoned building, he said his words between breaths as he ran up buildings and rooftops. "Stolen. A new Talon agent took it from me before I was able to retrieve it." He then quickly added, "My apologies." After hearing Winston's sigh.

"Are you able to give us intel about this new agent and what happened when you get back?" he asked.

"Of course.”

***

"Ay, chiquita, you did it!" Sombra wrapped her arms around (Y/n) as she gracefully accepted the USB from her friend. "I know Reyes won't say it but I'm very proud of you. Your first mission by yourself too, girl!"

"Thank you," (Y/n) smiled, accepting the hug and sighing. "Also, stop calling me that! You're shorter than everyone here, y'know."

Letting go, Sombra simply stuck her tongue out at (Y/n). "Yeah, and?" The two shared a laugh, the purple haired woman patting the other's back before continuing, "Oh, Moira said she needed to see you for something. Piernas didn't specify why though." She shrugged.

"Ah," An uneasy feeling formed in the pits of (Y/n)'s stomach. Of course Moira needed to see her. What lovely timing the doctor had, she just wanted to report to Reyes and recover from tonight. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. "Thanks for telling me, I'll be heading to her lab then."

Sombra caught the look that flashed across her dear friend's face. She knew it all to well, and felt bad for her really. "Good luck and let me know if you need anything, yeah?"

The (h/c) haired woman murmured a silent thanks and bid goodbye with a wave as she headed over to the dreadful geneticist's lab.

She can only wonder what Moira wanted.

She'd rather wonder that than let her mind trail off to a certain Shimada.

————

a/n: hii!!! i hope u enjoyed this story!! i’ve had it sitting in my drafts for almost one? two? years… again, this was originally all my ow oc x genji BUUT… i wanted to turn it into a genji x reader bcs i thought it would be more fun (i have genji and lifeweaver brainrot sooo bad rn…)

anyway! tysm for taking the time to read <3 i hope to see you in the next chapter! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

[kastlenetwork]

Hi! So I'm pretty new to the kastle fandom and wanted to know if there are any like- classic fics or interviews or memorable moments in panels and cons (with the actors) that I should know about? I know about the interviews that are on the kastle wikifandom page but only because I've read them.

helloooo! welcome to the family! it's been quite quiet lately, but frank and karen are always in our hearts lolol and every now and then there's a little resurgence, so that's nice. umm first up interviews. there's a lot of little quotes here and there that were a big deal. we didn't get many interviews of the two of them together, if i remember correctly. i think two comic cons were pretty exciting.

here are some interviews from comic con 2017 yup

this is a cute clip from last year, where deborah talked about how jon's intense but really uplifted her. and that they want to work together again.

(i'm looking at kastle's wikifandom and, really, the big interview quotes all seem to be there.)

“ … just in terms of whether this is Jon’s story to tell or my story to tell, you just want to kind of be respectful of everybody’s contributions. Jon and I have certainly felt that there is room for a romantic story in there. And there were certainly scenes where we took it farther in some takes than we did in other takes. We’ll have to sort of wait and see what the editors chose, and how far they decided to push it. But we as actors allowed for that possibility.” -deb cinemablend

deborah and jon were both supporters, but deborah was always including frank into karen's romantic potentials:

“But all of the romance I’ve gotten to play, with any of the characters in the series, whether that’s Frank or Matt, they all come from a need. From a lonely person, a person who doubts whether she is deserving of love.” -deb collider

**

“I like that Karen can say, ‘How far down this road of violence of revenge do you go before you’re ripped apart?’ and he can look at her and go, ‘I’m already ripped apart. And you are, too.‘” -deb 92.1 bobfm

**

“When professor [Jeph] Loeb [Marvel TV head] told me we were gonna do a series on The Punisher,” Bernthal continued, “first thing i asked him is would I have the pleasure and the honor to work again with one of the most honest, the most kind, and the most talented actors I’ve ever had the privilege to work with.” --jon ew

oh! karen page being announced for the punisher. very cute.

"i just want to say, you guys don't love him as much as i do" was very exciting when it happened lmaoooo. the hope for kastle was high.

*****

i'll be honest up front and say, i tend to forget a lot of stuff? so, basically, i can read a fic and then read it again months later and it's like a brand new experience. which is both a blessing and a curse. so, i basically just zoomed through my bookmarks to try and find some things?? 😩😩

(i'm scanning my bookmarks and.............a lot of them are basically just smutfdjklgsdfjglkdfjglkdfjg)

ballads for a dead man ❤❤ [three parts, unfinished] Safe up in the mountains with Frank following a bloody showdown in Hell's Kitchen, Karen wonders just how much more complicated things between them can get. She's about to find out.

these heavy words, your open heart 😘😘 (this was a kastlechristmas gift to me from @carry-the-sky 😊❤) “You told me once that I was honest. That I don’t lie to you. But the hospital—you asked me to start over, and I said I didn’t want that.” Karen sucks in a breath. Frank’s eyes are still on her, wide and bright. It’s the most vulnerable she’s ever seen him look. “I lied,” he says.

The Reporter  [kinda iconic ❤👀] Force Recon missions keep Marines isolated, entrenched for long periods in covert locations. They rarely received visitors, and in Frank’s long experience, the visitors were almost never civilians, let alone gorgeous blondes with mile long legs and sky blue eyes. Frank was trying not to stare. They all were. Well, everyone except Bill, who’s face had just split into a shit-eating grin.

The Flower Cam [oh god, the flower cam! i just remembered!! ❤] It had been a long time since there had actually been any flowers in the window. She must have trashed the white roses after his latest bullshit at the hospital with Madani and the kid. Good. Good for her. She should forget about him. But still… Frank couldn’t help but check every once in a while.

actually just, everything in their ao3. i have all this bookmarked.

(..................god, my bookmarks are really all smut. this says a lot about me.)

Castle’s Auto Shop ❤❤ yes. yep. Karen Page is in need of a car mechanic. Castle’s Auto Body Shop seems a reasonable choice. There’s just one problem: This little auto shop has become a well-known spot where less than honorable people to go get their car fixed…only to have justice find them at the next stop light. Having her brother’s truck fixed there means Karen will have to own up to a few secrets in her past.

Blood and Bone ❤❤❤! this is the fic that has seared itself into my brain. i've never once forgotten this. iconic. Frank Castle is a boxer at the top of his game. Laconic and anti-social, he has a reputation for being an incredibly-tough interview. Karen Page is a sports reporter trying to prove herself in a male-dominated field. She's done playing games--trying to be the "Cool Girl" who caters to the male fantasy--and now she's on a mission to take no shit. "For a while, the fact that an interview with Castle lasting longer than 5 minutes even existed was big news. Splashed all over the message boards—circulated among boxing and Castle fans alike. The very concept that someone actually got the man to sit down for more than a breath of time and give multiple-sentence answers to a question—it was huge. Massive. It was the only thing Castle fans could talk about. Until three months later, when Frank Castle disappeared. Then that was the news. It was the only news."

this is hard lmaoo how ludicrious. i have about seven collections from some of our events, as well. there's loads of good stuff in there:

kastlesmutweek 2018

kastlesmutweek 2019

kastlechristmas 2018

kastlechristmas 2019

kastlechristmas 2020

kastlechristmas 2021

kastlechristmas parent collection

[m1ssunderstanding]

Hello! This is your Secret Santa. Not sure what I'm going to do yet but I was wondering a few things!

You said you like when the smut is kinky and dark, could you elaborate a bit? Do you have some favorite kinks? Favorite dark-ish tropes?

When you say Dickens AU, do you have a particular novel in mind? Or is it about Victorian life hardships in general?

Thanks! 🎅

lolol this is what I get for being embarrassing on the form! Now I have to be embarrassing on main. (I mean about kink and Dickens equally btw) Welp, here goes! I'll just put it all under a cut so no one has to read it that doesn't want to. Genuinely though even though it's embarrassing I'm so glad you're asking! Thank you for taking the time to get to know what I am hoping for :) <3

As far as kink goes, I love the typical bdsm stuff.

Objectification

Dumbification

Expositionism

General demeaning language

Praise kink

Restraints, gags, whips, flogs

Orgasm denial

Overstimulation

Choking

Marking

I will say while I love all of that stuff, I also love just normal sex too lol especially if the story isn't focused on the sex you know it can be very vanilla and sweet and I will love it. But if the whole story is focused around sex, especially if you're putting Paul with someone other than John or Linda, I'd rather it be kinky. So like dealing with class stuff between Paul and Jane or Paul and Robert Fraser or with age stuff between Paul and George Martin or John and Brian or size stuff between anyone and Mal. And it might be surprising, but I don't care who dominates. If you're writing a sweet story where Paul ends up happy with John or Linda, the choice is yours as to whether the sex is kinky or not.

As far as Dickens goes, you could stick them in any book really. And obviously just write a scene from it. Or you could reimagine an event from their lives if Dickens had written it.

Specific book au ideas:

Oliver Twist with John and Paul as older versions of Oliver and Dodger respectively or you could do Paul as Nancy and John as Rose

David Copperfield with Paul as David. John could be Steerforth or Agnes.

Little Dorrit with John as Arthur and Paul as Amy.

Great Expectations with John as Pip and Paul as Estella.

Bleak House with John as Ada and Paul as Richard.

The Old Curiosity Shop with John as Kit and Paul as Nell.

Hard Times with Paul as Sissy and John as Louisa.

I would love it if you genderbent one of the characters if Dickens accidentally wrote jp into a straight pairing.

Event adaptation ideas:

Alan Klein is the PERFECT Dickens Villain. John and Paul have pooled all their savings together to start a business. John was the primary investor as Paul had very little money, but Paul still has the most at stake because consequences are higher for him losing all his money. John finds Klein as the perfect person to manage all their affairs and Paul feels like he has to go along with it because he feels indebted to John forever because of how much he invested in up front into their business. Chaos ensues. People go bankrupt. Law suits drag on. Linda and her little daughter Heather who are destitute still manage to help Paul out of it all and in the end after they're married we find out Linda is inheriting a bunch of money.

John and Paul met at an abusive boarding school. Paul is there because his father's grocer shop supplies the school with food. John is there because his family can afford it. John hates it, bullies the teachers, tries to slack off and cause as much trouble as possible. Paul secretly hates it too but is really grateful for this opportunity and kisses up. They both become quite popular in their own ways and wage war on each other until they are forced to come together during mutual punishment -- Paul is treated far worse because of his class but John has forward thinking principles and insists they go it together and they realize they have a lot in common and they run away to the circus together.

John is a notorious robber who makes friends with Paul's dad at a gambling club. Paul is the whore with the heart of gold who supports his father's habit (I know I kind of already wrote this one but not in a dickensian au) Paul falls in love with John in spite of himself and even though he always dreamed of joining polite society, he joins John's crime sindicate and their combined smarts allow them to amass huge amounts of money but they have to live this whole double life to avoid being caught and at the end there's a huge house fire in which everything they built together is lost and they blame each other and fall apart.

You know. Etc. Things like that. But obviously you could think of your own thing or not do Dickens at all.

[chipsncookies]

Have you ever thought of making an Explorer oc or explorersona?

Ok so this is not really my oc or sona, he exists in the show (but I'm sure he's actually different than what i designed so i think this counts as oc..?) recently i made a fan design for gibeon!!

Yes you can tell based on his hair i headcanon he's amethio's father lol.*

I think as a leader, Gibeon is, well he always seem cold and calculating, and he and Amethio are related to Lucius' friends** so he wants his son to continue whatever his/Explorers goal is (assert his right as descendants of Lucius' friends? Money? Power?) meanwhile as a father maybe he cares for Amethio but he's too caught up in his own ambitions that he forgets/doesn't realise his expectations for Amethio is putting pressure on him.

I headcanon he distances himself from Amethio in an effort to not coddle him, because he wants Amethio to grow on his own + not want to show favoritism among the Explorers members***, but he makes sure Hamber reports to him about the boy (we see Amethio communicates with him a lot). Even though Gibeon is not harsh with Amethio - removing him from the mission but did not scold or berate him like i expect a villain team leader would do - Amethio still feels the need to measure up to him. Which is made worse because he's in his emo teenage years (just look at him in the new op)

He doesn't have a good role model, he doesn't have people to confide to (well actually he has Zir and Conia but he doesn't talk to them about his feelings) and the rest of the Explorers are not really friendly with him either so he's kinda stuck, he feels he had no choice but to do things on his own.

I like to think that their family ties will be tested one day, with Amethio questioning if he's really worth to be a successor for Gibeon. Since episode 1 fans have noticed the different dynamics between amethio-explorers and liko-rvt, the former is cold and formal(?) meanwhile the latter is more organic and found-family like, therefore many people speculated amethio will join rvt and find that they treat him better (im in this camp and i want him to sing the pokerap)

*This is mainly based on my interpretation of Amethio's behaviour, how he really wants to get the pendant no matter what, it could be caused by him wanting to gain approval from his father. And during the first Explorers meeting, Amethio was physically present, suggesting he was near their headquarters compared to the others who joined virtually - suggesting closer ties? He's also not afraid of breaking rules by continuing to pursue the pendant even when gibeon officially removes him from the mission and he's not punished for it, compared to how Hamber (the butler) is more strict with Sango and Onyx.

***Also Amethio has his own personal grunts and a submarine meanwhile other members don't really have those (spinel only has a van lol).

**Hamber pretty much confirmed that Explorers have ties with Lucius (they were his friend), and Terapagos had a strong reaction to Amethio specifically??

This turned out really long im so sorry anon I'm obsessed about Explorers especially Amethio but thanks for asking!! 💖💖 I'm pretty sure a lot of these will turn out wrong but it's fun to speculate lolol

[hunieday]

Isumi Haruka - Drama Collection Summer Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Haruka: Yotsuba～～

Tamaki: Isumin～～～～

Haruka: I win!!!

Tamaki: Shit!!! Just a bit more and I’d have killed you!!!!

Haruka: I’m better at quick maneuvers!

Tamaki: Jumping there was completely unfair!!!!! you’re only supposed to do fancy jumps during lives!!!!

Haruka: What are you even talking about lolololol if we’re talking about lives aren’t you the one who does fancy jumps the best 😒

Haruka: Anyway, the punishment game! You remember right? 🥺

Tamaki: I remember 🥺🥺

Tamaki: The loser treats the other the 5 yen loaf of bread

Tamaki: 😒😒😒

Haruka: All right! Get it tomorrow on our way home! 

Tamaki: Fine!!! Only because I lost this time!!!!

Haruka: Sure, sure

Haruka:

Tamaki: 

Tamaki: I'll invite Iorin too! I'll pay for his share 

Tamaki: I offered before, I told him it looked yummy and he asked me, "What's the point of it having a 5 yen shape?” I’ve been thinking about that!

Haruka: That is something he’d say! lolol but I'm sure he'll look happy when you eat it. Maybe I'll invite him to a game next time.

Haruka: I wonder if he plays games.

Tamaki: Hmmm, I don't think he’s into that

Tamaki: But Iorin is good at everything!

Tamaki: I think he'll study it hard and use smart strategies like Nagicchi does.

Haruka: Ah! I think he's the type who’d use obstacles to his advantage!

Haruka: I don't think he'd rush into the front line like you 😏 

Tamaki: Isumin is just like me in that regard!

Haruka: And yet I still won today!

Tamaki: 

Haruka: 

Haruka: If you say "Please teach me, Isumi-senpai!” I could coach you, you know??

Tamaki: You're not my senior!!

Tamaki: By the way, the other day I almost used honorifics with you without realizing it.

Tamaki: Because of the drama we filmed…

Haruka: You know, I felt really uncomfortable at first when you used honorifics with me.

Haruka: I don't want a junior who’s taller than me lolol

Tamaki: Even though he's tall, he's still a cute junior 🥺

Tamaki: "I'll be in a band with my senior!” something like that

Haruka: Well, Yotsuba in the drama was somewhat cute.

Haruka: He was too timid to express his own opinion. He has a talent for composing, but he lacked confidence. 🥺

Tamaki: Hehe

Tamaki: Ismin was really good too. He gave me a boost when I was feeling down about my lack of self-confidence .

Haruka: You mean when he sang a cappella?

Tamaki: Yeahhh!!

Tamaki: "I want to show off to the world that there's someone who can write such amazing songs!”, and then he sang for us!

Tamaki: He's a great senior!

Haruka: I like that part too! I felt great to have had the OK from the first take!

Haruka: 

Tamaki: We had a great time singing by the beach together!

Haruka: No, I wanted to practice by myself!?

Tamaki: Ismin was singing so passionately that I couldn't stop myself from joining.

Haruka:  Touma and Izumi's brother came as well. I thought something happened lol

Tamaki: Really felt like a youthful moment

Haruka: Well, I guess…

Tamaki: Speaking of youth, I forgot to do my English homework for tomorrow.

Haruka: Weird way to remember but I’m glad you did at least?!

Haruka: We’ll have a mini test on the vocabulary from this homework.

Tamaki: 

Tamaki: I'm gonna be terminated

Haruka: Well, it's gonna be in the 5th period, so try to do your best during recess or something [pudding cheer]

Tamaki: If I get a bad grade again, XXrin and XXX-chan will get mad at me, please teach me, Isumin!!!!!

Haruka: Your nicknames are so unique that censoring them is pointless lololol

Tamaki: Isumin-senpai, please teach me 🥺 I'm your cute classmate too !!

Haruka: Don't call yourself cute lolololol Why don't you ask Izumi to teach you

Tamaki: Iorin will be away for work tomorrow morning, you’re my only hope!!!! Isumin!!!!!!!!!

Harukau: Ugh, I have no choice…

Haruka: Pay me back with melon bread from the store 😑

Tamaki: even though you’re also gonna get the 5 yen bread?

Tamaki: You really like bread, Isumin…

Haruka: You’re a nuisance lololol it’s a promise then!!

Haruka: 

Tamaki:

[misc-obeyme]

i am here to enable, as always, so do you have any macaron headcanons? Maybe? 👉👈 I love them together too 😭 such a fun ship as well, can't get over that name bc it's so fun to say

I'm trying to brainstorm solomams headcanons, and there's something in the fabric aisle. Everything happens in the fabric aisle, I'VE SPENT AN ENTIRE WEEK FIXING THAT THING. ADJUSTING PEG HOOKS TO HOLD UP THE BOLTS AND FOLDING THEM CORRECTLY AND MAKING SURE THEY'RE IN THE RIGHT ORDER AND NOT FALLING OVER AND AAA

it made me a little crazy bc I'd come across some patterns that i was like "ooh this reminds me of *insert character*" and that's when i would step away to go do an online order

but it was like. A 'no thoughts head empty' activity, so i got to brainstorm ideas. Vividly imagining Mammon in his demon form flying outside Solomon's window trying to convince him to come outside (or better yet, just jump into his arms. "The Great Mammon will catch ya!") ((and then when Solomon *does*, Mammon is giddy that Solomon trusted him, but in the same breath is partly flustered because he's holding his boyfriend so close and he's so warm))

Like Solomon can use his own magic to fly I'm sure, but something about Mammon carrying him anyway makes me asldkwjdj !!!!!

Mammon wrapping his wings around Solomon to pull him closer....... hugging Solomon from behind when said sorcerer is deep in research, maybe trying to make a potion, but Mammon wants attention. Purposely trying to distract him or even rile him up (mammon better prepare for the consequences)- I'm 😭 !! going crazy about them, why do they have such a chokehold on me aaaaaAAAA

okay okay im done BYEEE

- ✨ anon

askldfj I still can't believe the ship name macaron honestly. It's like extra funny to me specifically because I made macarons Arrie's favorite food, so now I'm just over here having an aneurysm about Arsenios/Mammon/Barbatos lolol.

BUT ANYWAY.

Yes, I have too many thoughts about macaron at this point. It was always just a crack ship but I just... they're so... I can't... ?!?!

I'm always Barb obsessed, but sometimes I really get into a Mammon phase and when that happens, they live in my head rent free.

I really like the idea that everything kinda starts out because Mammon can't stop sneaking into the Demon Lord's Castle to try to steal stuff. And at first, he's genuinely just trying to get away with it, but Barbatos catches him every single time. And instead of like locking him away in the dungeon or bringing him back to the House of Lamentation for Lucifer to deal with, Barb makes him tea every time. His "punishment" is to sample whatever Barb is baking at the time. Eventually Barbatos figures out what his favorites are and starts making those deliberately.

Inevitably, it takes Mammon a long time to figure out what's happening because of who he is. But he always says he's actually trying to steal stuff, but really he's just faking it because he knows he's gonna get caught anyway.

I like them because they're so opposite of each other. Mammon is a troublemaker and he's loud and he always says what's on his mind. Meanwhile, Barbatos is the one constantly working but never speaking. I like to think they balance each other out a little.

Once they're more aware of what's happening, they start doing things together and everybody else is just like ???

Mammon drives Barbatos out to remote market places to buy rare teas. He actually listens when Barb tells him about them because he starts to hear the slight excited tone of Barb's voice when he talks about tea.

Barbatos goes with Mammon to the casino because we all know that demon is a walking good luck charm. He sits quietly beside Mammon, not participating himself, but just watching. Mammon notices that if they're touching, the luck increases, so he's always trying to hold Barb's hand. Barb indulges him for the most part.

Mammon convinces Barbatos to take more breaks. He goes all out planning a vacation for him so they can go somewhere nice and relaxing together.

Barbatos always defends Mammon when Lucifer is after him or hides him somewhere or even sometimes portals him away.

OH NO. Enabler indeed, look at all this nonsense I'm spouting alksdjfdkjf. Moving on before I write another freakin' essay.

AHH I'm glad you got brainstorm a little bit! I loooove the idea of Solomon letting Mammon catch him, that's precious!! 'Cause not only does that seem like a thing Solomon would do, but you're right Solomon can use his magic to fly. But it's so much better to be carried about in Mammon's arms, right??

Man just us out here shipping Mammon with everybody lol. Normally I do that with Barb, I've basically thought about him with every character and every OC I've ever created because I have a PROBLEM.

But Mammon is such a sweetheart too now I'm shipping him with everybody too 😭

[theragethatisdesire]

i’m sorry ur not feeling well 🥺💗 sending you positive vibes tonight!!

for the slumber party plz tell me allll about your favourite character that you don’t currently write about 🙊 i wanna hear all the secret deets

HEY TIFFFFF i appreciate it :( i hope i'm not like being annoying venting on here i'm just so miz and i know my irls are sick of hearing it lolol anyways!!!!

okay my current obsession is gojo. and bc i haven't actually started the fic yet, i don't technically write for him often, only per request. does that count? idk i wanna talk ab gojo lol

just gonna throw everything below a cut because idk where i'm headed with this. minors stay away!

this is like, canonical, but gojo's so fucking annoying LMAO like i just know he is the most obnoxious, can't-sit-still, sarcastic asshole on the planet. he really makes it hard to love him sometimes.

this....is not a spoiler for a fic i'm def not writing (wink wink) but i just don't think gojo could really properly fall for someone who was not powerful. like i think part of his distance from others is his (admitted) narcissism that is somewhat well-earned considering he is....gojo fucking satoru. he needs someone that is at least somewhat towards the top of their ranks in whatever they do.

i also feel like gojo would be encouraging to a fault? like always pushing you further towards your goals, stepping in obnoxiously if your boss doesn't notice you've been working your ass off for a promotion (again, annoying). like he won't rest until you've made progress.

gojo also gets baby girl-ified WAY too much

like hear me out

we see him through the eyes of the kids/around his students in most of s1, and that's not to say he doesn't have the potential to be a playful, lighthearted person *when he wants to be*

but remember that scene of him talking to the jujustu higher-up where the guy tells him to watch his mouth and gojo laughs in his fucking face??

he's an egotistical, all-powerful, ballsy maniac. like gojo is not braiding your hair and cooing in your ear 24/7.

he is slowly backing you into a wall and taking what he wants from you. like sorry he just is.

also gojo strikes me as someone who is ....nasty. like, blood and knife play, gun play, psychopathic kind of nasty in the bedroom. idk if i would personally ever write that, but he's been through so much and seen so much gore you know that that's fucked with his....tastes, so to speak

i do think however that gojo would be absolutely devoted to his partner

like it would take him forever to come around and accept that he now felt responsible for protecting yet another person and that he had accidentally formed a connection (i see gojo as also having a very weird relationship with his humanity vs. his divinity but more on that another time)

but once he's around? he's in it for life. i mean, even if you don't ship stsg, you must acknowledge that gojo has never been willing to truly let geto go. he couldn't kill him, refused to believe geto had done that even though geto was showing signs of deteriorating mentally.

he's the same way with his partner. good luck breaking up with gojo because it's going to be a years long process.

gojo loves someone who can push back at him. he doesn't want an entirely submissive partner (kinda like eren!)

he likes someone who will put him in his place, has a sharp tongue, isn't afraid to stand up for themselves or others.

love language is absolutely gift-giving like that man has to spoil his partner he can't help it

size kink. turns his infinity on mid-sex to punish you. wants to have sex where he stands overlooking tokyo in the s1 opening. always takes the blindfold off during sex. huge public sex guy. i said what i said. it's hard being correct.

i could literally go on for HOURS tiff you have no idea the grip this man has on me. i cannot wait to write this fic!!!!!!!! ah!!!!!

thanks for coming to my slumber party lovie kisses from me to u :)

[narrators-journal]

Yandere!Tatsujun headcanons

These might not be the best, but I hope they scratch the itch to post my prompt list. Hopefully buying me a few more days before I inevitably crack and post it/set up for kinktober early. So! Enjoy some yandere!Tatsujun to fit in with Ryomina’s yandere take. Except, I don’t think these two would drag someone else in for the reason of a baby. I think Jun’s gay, and he’s not one to share lolol.

INNOCENT SIN

If you happen to get entangled with Tatsuya and Jun in the innocent sin era, you’ve arguably got a bit of a better chance. Namely because of Tatsuya.

Jun is still very much a yandere in innocent sin, if not worse. In contrast, Tatsuya’s far more normal and stable. So, if you’re in this era, your best chance for some form of safety is through the brunette.

That’s not to say Tatsuya would exactly protect you from Jun if his lover opts to ‘add a third’.

Tatsuya’ll empathize, comfort, and maybe advise you not to get tangled up with Jun, but he won’t step in when Jun’s indoctrinating you or manipulating you.

In fact, Tatsuya would play into the gas lighting his lover does. Though, a bit reluctant in that.

In contrast, Jun is a very active Yandere.

He’d stalk his choice of darling, engraciate himself with them, play mind games, and relish in all of the ways he knows how to keep you under his thumb without you realizing.

And all the while, Tatsuya just lets it slide with little more than the occasional weak argument or scolding.

In the innocent sin era, though, Jun is very much the scary motherfucker that will ruin your life to draw you back in the event of escape.

And, in that escape attempt, Jun will also bank on your empathy and rapour with Tatsuya to lure you back. After all, can’t leave another potential victim in the situation, right?

Though, while he isn’t the type to punish you with broken fingers, legs, or pulled teeth, if you do prove to be too much of a hassle for him, or you bully him and degrade him, he will still kill you. Yandere is still a violent character type, y’know.

Tatsuya will try his best to help though, or at least give you someone who can understand the misery that would come from being the prey of a master stalker and cult leader. Even if he himself is far too used to Jun’s shit to really care about how bad it is anymore.

Jun’s real simple, though. He’s, again, not a violent type, he’s far more sickly sweet, emotionally damaging, isolating, and stalkerish.

With catty gossip, the back up of Tatsuya, and far too much familiarity with how to tear apart someone’s self esteem without them registering it, Jun can break you down very easily.

All in all, the innocent sin era is not the most harmful version of Tatsujun, but they are still a very toxic pair who will not let you go without a fight.

ETERNAL PUNISHMENT

Eternal punishment is by far the worst era if you’re caught up with Tatsujun.

Because, while Jun isn’t an active cult leader, he’s still got the manipulation knowledge and lack of morals to still be one. Even if he’s not acknowledged for that fact.

But, unlike innocent sin, where Jun is the biggest threat and the aggressor of the yandere behavior, Tatsuya is a far more active participant in your entrapment in the relationship.

Though, it isn’t because he particularly wants you badly, it’s more because Jun wants you.

Because yeah, Tatsuya still isn’t exactly a yandere who’ll be obsessive and pursue you. But, he is a bit yandere-esque when it comes to Jun. Namely, keeping him happy and with him so that he has no reason to be turned against him by Nyarlethotep or something.

In short, he’s effectively an obsessive body guard for Jun, which makes him an immense threat if Jun’s decided he wants you.

As for Jun, he’s still a stalker.

He’s also still a manipulator, who will rip you down, isolate you, and keep control of you like some demented pet.

The only real difference from innocent sin, is in Tatsuya, not really Jun.

Jun doesn’t change very much, but Tatsuya’s demeanor does.

Instead of being a simple shoulder to lean on, Tatsuya’s effectively an enforcer after eternal punishment.

Jun wants you, he’ll get you, and Tatsuya will make sure you can’t escape unless Jun wants you to.

But! Don’t worry! Jun’s not likely to go after you if you escape. You can freely bolt if you want out.

Instead, it’s Tatsuya who will hunt you down, rip out your nails as punishment, and drag you back if told to. Because Jun wants you to stick around, and he won’t let you upset him and drive him to be more obsessive and spiteful to humanity.

[thepurpleclownz]

Andreano and Caino

“In nature there are neither reward nor punishments; there are consequences.”

The baby versions of Papa/Priest Andreano and Papa/Priest Caino.

They are literally my children I love them so freaking much

I actually can’t wait to fully flesh out their backstory and share it with you all <3

My tablet is still in the shop rn being fixed so I drew them traditionally. I haven’t drawn traditionally in months so ignore some wonky stuff :[

Them as kids/Alter boys

You can obviously see where I got their inspiration from lolol

They were originally just a sketch I made of the kids who accompanied Nihil in the chapters series. After a bit of daydreaming, I started to rub my brain neurons together and it spiraled into Andreano and Caino.

EXTRA drawing of the baby daddy bc I haven’t drawn him before somehow until now

Ignore how he’s in a slightly different art style. I was reducing him in his most basic shapes to get an idea of how I’d draw him correctly

[polutek]

song game! 19

Song that gets me emotional

At least I think that was the question lolol

Anyway

There's A LOT so I also just linked the playlist lol

But

If I had to choose like... Only few and say why let's do idk ± 5 English ones and ± Polish ones

1. Dla ciebie jestem sobą - i love this song so fucking much, I know lyrics by heart and I'm just... Yeah. Basically girlie sings about that she hates who she is, puts on hundreds of masks but she just can't pretend to be someone else when she's with that one guy. And even if she's sure that her true self is not enough, she's just unable to act like someone else. Also call out to most of songs from Kabaret Starszych panów, especially ones sang by women, they always slay so hard

2. To tylko tango - i... Idk it's from Bohun's playlist again. I just love it so fucking much. Giving giving giving but never being enough. Which is ironic but I won't say why hihi. I don't want to get emotional yeah yeah

3. Spotkanie z... - BOHUN'S PLAYLIST AGAIN IM SORRY. It's a bit ironic to put it here, I think. But I love it, music, lyrics, everything. Guy is singing to Poland and I'm just... Idk. But it just hits in right spots. It's a song that actually made me think about where I live differently, actually appreciate... Things. That song feels like desperate call for validation, begging someone to give you time, another chance because you know you fucked up but you're just unable to do it another way.

4. To nie był film - fucking classic, I think most polish teens knows and loves this song. There's no difference between movies and reality, if I'd have to make playlist for scream 1, billy and stu especially, I'd put it there. Very "I need to do SOMETHING before I die, something to feel that rush of excitement" coded. Scream, crime and punishment - those vibes yeah yeah. My dream.

5. Odchodząc - it just reaps me apart. Like yeah, you're going away, but please, please, take me with you. I'll be quiet, you won't even notice me but take me with you (but calmer than I made it sound lol). Also very iconic song I think.

ENGLISH ONES WOW

1. Loser - one of the songs my friend randomly said I remind her of. It's less "I'm having breakdown" emotional but I still wanted to mention it. Beat is great, lyrics too. Chorus always make me rethink my life. I'm a bit worried I reming someone on this song but it still slays. I'm a loser baby so why won't you kill me? Most my kins would relate lol

2. No children - idk I'm a sucker for hopeless dependence i suppose. Plus the way they sing it just gets me. Makes me want to scream and cry and scream every time I listen to it

3.jesus saves - do I need to explain that one? I think I found that one in Bohun's playlist too.. hits perfect into my "damn I'm too lazy, I need to get my shit together", "granma told me God is watching and He'll help me out if I need but it never happened" and so on and so on. But also reminds me that hey, you are able to take care of your shit, it's not impossible!

4. I wanna boi - ARGHT SHGSHSH AAAAAS i fucking love this song. That one was found on Stu's playlist and I bite every time I listen to it. IM THE BOI. A bit pathetic little fella who'll look at you with tired eyes. If I'd have to choose song that'd be my gender, that's one of them

5. I love my boyfriend (by princess chelsea) - .. ugh so... I can't put more so you'll need to find that one. But it's mostly because of our slenderverse project tbh.... I always imagine animatic with Kitku and twins. When I read about meaning of this song it said it's about cheating or smth BUT. BUT. Kitku and twins - my Roman empire. Kitku who fell in love with Canis but didn't have enough time to tell him that, to confess. Canis.. yknow. Kills themselves. Kitku being suddenly so lost that they pour their feelings for Canis onto his twin brother - Olek. Olek knowing that it's just how it is, with Kitku and other people too. And Kitku knowing all of that but staying delusional because he just can't imagine living without loving that one person.

And playlist of other... I could explain every song but.. I just won't lol, I need to study

[anxiousmalktea]

Okay so, Im not even going to pretend that this isnt my deranged love of my own OC's fueling this post. And listen, its not as bad as I make it out to be. But it is consuming me, it is eating me alive. Giving me unspeakable brainworms that i cannot even BEGIN to flush out. Anyways, this is gonna be a string of posts about me and my friends OC. Mine is called Nereida, and shes been through quite a bit of change. My friends OC is called Ruin, and hes basically the evil counterpart to his OG Form Rubin. When my friend made Ruin, and started talking to me about it. I went ill, its not even a joke at this point i became horrendously sickeningly in love with this man. At first, Nereida was just me but themed after Aphrodite. Which then bred her characteristics as our yapptry went on. Ruin in turn developed more sweeter traits in response to Nereidas downright insane love for him (bred from my own love for Ruin lolol) To make a LONG story very, very short; Rubin is, was, and will continue to be a pretty neutrally aligned character. Coming from a DnD campaign where his neutrality and ability to be both very kind and gut-punchingly brutal gave birth to Ruin. (Its to be noted that Im not a part of this campaign, I heard everything second-hand from my friend. Which IM STILL MAD ABOUT) Ruin is an alternate, unhealed, bastard of man who is in NO WAY a good guy. He butchers children for funsies and thats JUST Monday for him. He was created when Rubin died in-campaign as a literal Hellish punishment for Rubin; he had to face the parts of him he hated and resented most in order to gain entry into Purgatory. Ruin is both the What-If of Rubin if he hadnt righted himself, and the actual real life Rubin when he was younger (About mid 20's). Needless to say, Ruin is a real asshole. A real piece of work. But hes also tragic in a way that brutality can be; Rubin didnt grow up in a great household, or with a loving family, or even loving friends. Ruin is the person he became to survive, and thus, Ruin will do anything to do just that. Its also very apparent as I type this that I still love Ruin AND Rubin so very much. My friend is so talented when making characters. And Im such a sucker for well made bastards. Anyways, Nereida was made in response to my thirst, yes, but I also made her in response to the question I had mentally. Which was; If someone like Ruin, completely irredeemable and a truly horrible person, was given a chance at a love that could heal them- would they take it? And thats how most of Nereidas traits developed. She unconditionally loves Ruin regardless of whatever he does, of whoever he kills. She loves him, in a way that only someone like her can. Originally, she was simply meant to love him, and that was that. But, as I designed her, played around with her features. Gave her things, took things away, I found myself creating more for her. And so, if you notice discrepancies between the writing Im about to post, and her current looks/behaviors/mannerism. Thats what happened, thats why those exists, shes a lot more concrete then when I was first making content for her. So you'll be getting more bits and pieces of their relationship as time goes on, and as I make more content for them. Simply to feed my OWN brainworms, because unfortunately me and my friend are the only people who know about these two.