#but also this is so not unusual for me to be feeling this way this time of year sooo 🙃🙃

[the-witty-pen-name]

Take a Ride

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Visiting your best friend Mechanic!Simon at the shop while he’s working on his bike.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; smut; oral (f receiving); piv (wrap it before you tap it); language/cursing; jealousy

Co-written with the amazing and talented @munsonsmixtapes 💕💕

It wasn’t unusual for you to pop into the shop midday to pester Simon for one reason or another. He’ll fake annoyance but secretly he loves it. Sometimes, you’ll bring him lunch or you’ll ask him to look at something on your car, or you’ll just come to visit with him and sit on the hood of whatever he was working on. Today, he was working on his own bike during his lunch hour when you strolled in.

You looked pretty. He always thought you looked beautiful but today was different. Your hair was done and your sundress swayed as you walked in, nearly taking his breath away. He literally stuttered, practically dropping the wrench in his hand when he looked up to see you there.

“Hey,” you waved cheerfully, “Listen- do you have my helmet?”

You were referring to the helmet Simon bought you, that he kept in his bike so you could ride with him. He made sure you had all the proper equipment because your safety was his number one priority when you rode with him. Just the mention of the helmet has him remembering the last time you rode with him, your body flush against his back and your arms wrapped around his torso.

“Yeah, it’s in there,” he says, gesturing to the storage box on the back of his bike. You sauntered over, your perfume filling up all his senses. “What do you need it for?” He asks, tilting his head as he wipes grease off his tools with a rag.

“I’ve got a date,” you admit with a shy smile, pulling the pink helmet out of the box and locking it back up.

“You aren’t bringing your other gear? What about your gloves and your jacket? You can’t wear a dress on a bike- you could get really hurt,” his voice is laced with concern and also something you don’t quite recognize. You swear that he sounded… jealous? He couldn’t be, you were just friends. You’d always been just friends.

“I’ll be fine,” you wave off his concern. “It’s a really short ride from here to the restaurant. Nothing is gonna happen.”

“You should really wear your gear,” he tries to insist, “at least wear some pants.” His eyes flick down to your bare legs, the short dress hardly would do anything if you were in an accident. He also feels jealousy stir- imagining your dress hiked up around your waist, your thighs around some other guy on some other bike. The visual of you with someone else makes him feel sick.

You were just friends. He had no right to feel like this, and he knows that. You’d been friends for years, and you’d been on plenty of dates- hell, you’ve had some boyfriends. He has hated all of them, but he especially hates any guy willing to let you on a bike dressed so impractically. Maybe it’s because you’ve never dated a guy with a bike, or maybe it’s just getting harder for him to push down the feelings he has for you. He’s let them fester, shoving them down deep and has refused to acknowledge them. Maybe now it’s because you’re both finally single at the same time, and selfishly he thought now would finally be when he could confess how he’s felt.

Now, you're dating some other guy- probably some douchebag that won’t treat you right. You’ll fall fast and hard like you always do, and he’ll be there to pick up the pieces like always. He probably rides a fucking Harley, Simon thinks, practically rolling his eyes at the thought.

“Look, he’s gonna be here any minute to pick me up- please don’t do this right now, okay?”

“Do what?” He sets his tools down on his station, crossing his arms over his chest and there’s something about the way they’re flexing, the mix of sweat and grease making your thoughts nothing but impure. Seeing him like this always makes you crazy.

“Act all weird and possessive like you always do. I’m allowed to hang out with people who aren’t you.” You’re seeing right through him and he hates it-that you’re always able to read him so well. It makes it even harder for him to hide his feelings for you.

If you’re being honest, you don’t even want to go on this date. You’re only doing to get over Simon and the only way you know how to do that is by getting under someone else. It started as a way to get his attention, to rile him up, to see if he felt the same way. But you’re pretty sure he only behaves that way because you’re the only person he hangs out with outside of work and he feels like he’s losing you every time you start seeing someone.

“I never said you weren’t,” he scoffs. “And I’m not angry that you’re hanging out with other people. I’m angry because you’re going out with someone who’s not me.”

“Simon-“

“I’m not finished,” he holds up a hand to stop you from talking. “You drive me fucking crazy. You walk in here having no idea how I feel about you and seeing you in this,” he refers to your dress. “God, it makes me want to-“ he cuts himself off, his breathing getting heavy as he runs his hands along his face, trying to calm himself down.

“Makes you want to what?” You ask, putting on a flirty tone and he hates how badly he wants you-how badly he needs you right now, his cock already rock hard.

“You don’t want to know,” he shakes his head, knowing that all of the ideas that he’s cooking up would scare you away.

“I think I do,” you step closer, your hands pressing against his chest and his cheeks turn bright pink thinking about the fact that you can definitely feel how his heart is racing. “Say it,” you command, your hands moving up his chest as your arms loop around his shoulders.

“If I had it my way, I’d have you bent over this motorcycle and fuck you absolutely senseless.” His voice is even deeper and more raspy than normal and you feel like your legs could give out any second.

“Then what’s stopping you?” He has to blink a few times, so close to pinching himself to make sure that he’s not dreaming.

“You have a date,” he reminds you but you just step closer, twirling some of the hair that’s at the nape of his neck, still looking at him all flirty and it’s driving him mad.

“I don’t, actually. I was testing you.” You’re smirking now as Simon furrows his eyebrows.

“You what?” He feels so stupid for not having figured it out sooner. All of the things you’ve done over the past few months are swirling around in his head and now he understands.

“I was testing you and you passed. I knew you’d give in one of these days.”

“You tricked me?” He can’t help but smile, impressed that you were able to do something like that without him picking up on it. He noticed everything that you do.

“I sure did. I thought you’d pick up on it, but you never did. For a smart guy, you really aren’t that observant.” You let out a laugh as you lean into him and his arms wrap around you.

Simon’s hands rest on the small of your back, pulling you in flush to his body. He scoffs at your remark, rolling his eyes. He knows you’re right, thinking back to all the opportunities he had to tell you how he felt but never took. He was always so confident in every area of his life- except when it came to you. He overthought everything- he’d convinced himself that he had just imagined every sign.

“What if I just knew you’d like seeing me jealous?” he teases, his fingertips grazing the soft fabric of your dress. He’s so full of shit right now, and you both know it. You can’t help but chuckle at his attempt to save face.

“You aren’t wrong that I liked it,” you confess, biting your lip.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks, his voice low and it makes you practically shiver. He tilts his head down so he can whisper close to your ear. “Can you feel how hard I am for you? Ditch the date and I’ll take you for a real ride. And we both know I’m not talking about the bike.”

Your legs feel like jello and he catches you before they can give out, picking you up and setting you on the bike.

“Already falling for me, hm?” He chuckles and all you can do is nod, your head spinning. His hands rest on your thighs, slowly sliding up them as he leans down, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss that juxtaposes his filthy words.

His large hands slowly sliding up your thighs make your body feel like it’s igniting. He’s hardly touched you and you feel yourself falling apart under his touch. You’d thought about his hands touching you like this for so long, and it’s better than you imagined it.

“I’ve hardly touched you sweetheart,” he teases, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone. His low voice makes you practically whine, desperately pulling him closer. He kisses your lips one more time before he falls to his knees in front of you while you’re propped up on his bike.

He kisses down the length of your leg from your ankle until he’s pushing up your dress to kiss the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His plan is to absolutely worship you. He smirks, feeling you squirm at his touch and he’s quick to pull your panties down your legs and he tucks them into the back pocket of his coveralls.

Simon continues to kiss the spot gently as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, his arms looping around your thighs as he pulls your clit into his mouth. You let out a gasp before looking down at him, his eyes locking on yours, looking like he wants to devour you and you like he just might.

He’s not gentle in the slightest, biting down again and again like a man starved and you have to hold onto the seat of the bike as best you can, especially when he pulls you closer. You’re glad you’re sitting because you feel your body turning to jello as he gets more aggressive, moaning as his nails dig into your thighs.

His eyes are still on you and hearing those pretty sounds falling from your lips are making him even harder, causing his cock to strain in his jeans that he’s wearing underneath the coveralls. He needs to get inside you so bad, but the way you’re responding to him eating you out is definitely worth the wait.

Watching you like this, seeing that he has all the power to make you feel good is driving him crazy, stroking his ego much more than it should. Simon’s usually the one who’s in control in the bedroom but he knows that he would fold at your command, that he would do whatever you asked because you have that much of an effect on him. He’s literally on his knees for you. He doesn’t like taking orders, but he’s sure that you asked him to jump, he’d ask how high.

“Simon, oh my god,” you whine and he swears he’s going to explode in his pants if he hears it again. He moves down to your slit to give it the same treatment and he doesn’t miss the way your pushing against him, the bike rocking as you do so. His grip tightens on you to keep you still as he continues to work, still going at it more aggressively than he probably should.

He just can’t help himself. He’s been wanting this for longer than he’d care to admit and now something has been unleashed inside him. And the more he hears the sounds you’re making, the more he needs his cock to be the reason.

Simon pulls his face away from your cunt and before you can ask what he’s doing, he’s unzipping his coveralls, pushing it down his arms and legs before tossing it to the side. His pants are down to his ankles in record speed and you can’t take your eyes off of his rock hard cock, the way it’s sticking straight, the fact that you were the cause of it.

You pull him closer and his lips are on your, desperate and hungry as his cock presses against you. His tongue slides into your mouth and you can taste yourself on him. You moan into his mouth as his hands push your dress up even higher.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispers.

“I don’t care. I have an IUD and I just really need you right now.” You’re voice is breathy and desperate and he grins as his cock slides inside, pounding into you as the bike rocks back and forth, the most dirty sounds pouring from your mouths as Simon fucks you absolutely senseless.

His lips find yours again and you feel like you’re melting when he nips at your bottom lip. He’s got on that cocky smirk because of your response to him-as if his ego needed to be any bigger.

“Fuck, taking me so well, princess. Who knew a little sweet thing like you liked it so rough.” His pace picks up even more, the bike still rocking and you both should be concerned about how unstable it is, but neither of you seem to care, too caught up in each other to even think about it.

“Just goes to show how little you know about me, Riley,” you reply and he goes even harder, fully seated now and you swear you’re so close.

“Do you like this?” He asks, his lips right by your ear. “Like it when I fill you up?” All you can do is whimper in response, feeling your body going limp in his arms as pounds into you again and again, not being so nice as he watches you finish, wanting the finale to be worthwhile.

You’re screaming his name and he has to put his hand over your mouth, concerned that someone will come see what all the noise is about. Tears prick your eyes as he stays there, still fully seated, your screams muffled by his hand.

“Doing so well, princess. That’s it, just like that.” Once you’re coming down, he pulls out and wets one of the clothes at his station before cleaning you both up. He then helps you to your feet before pulling up his pants and his coveralls that you zip up for him.

Simon has no idea how he’s going to be able to finish his shift after all that. You kiss his lips and tell him you’ll be waiting for him at your place when he gets off, telling him that you can keep his panties as long as he promises that there will be more where that came from tonight.

[nik1okrock]

Vampire ∼ N.RK

Summary: Vampires, what amazing creatures, strong, attractive, even mysterious, but that wasn't Riki's case with you. Genre: smut

Warnings: Vampire!Riki, suggestive, biting, mentions of blood, marking, sucking, unprotected sex (DO NOT!), p in v, oral, nipple play (let me know if i missed smth)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

It was a normal night, Riki struggling at the shoves to cook some ramen as you felt the unusual need to cling to him. You hugged his side, staying close to his shoulder as you got to your tiptoes to bury your face in the crook of his neck, him automatically leaning down to not make you struggle. He was a good friend and knowing that you both didn't ruin your friendship by having drunk sex a few nights before made you sigh in relief.

You were now leaving hot, wet, open mouthed kisses as you sometimes bit down on his cold flesh, sucking and nibbling on it, leaving sore reddish marks behind. It wasn't part of your behaviour, to RIki it seemed like you weren't you. You smelled his neck, bit on it, sucked and nibbled, like you were a newborn vampire that just wanted attention from their partner, struggling to understand but it was impossible, right? You weren't a vampire; he was and you found out early that day, arguing and feeling betrayed by him even if you forgave him. It was like you couldn't stay away from him, you felt this need to mark him and never let him go again. It was then when he noticed the red bruise on your shoulder, the way his shirt hung loosely on your smaller frame as you started to drain blood from his neck. At the sharp pain he pulled you away, hearing your whines as you tried to get back and suck the red liquid from the wound you just created.

"Love..."

He mumbled, tilting your head to the side to look at the mark on your shoulder, the mod pet name slipping off his lips just like earlier, when he tried to make you realize that he wasn't a dangerous vampire.

"Stay put okay?"

He commanded and you obeyed, your body listening to him even if you didn't want to listen. What was wrong with you?

He moved the neck of the shirt off your shoulder, showing fully the red bite mark; it was clearly a few days old, clearly made by a vampire, was it all Riki's fault? Were you now turning into a monster like him because he couldn't control himself as he was drunk and lost in what had been his 4th time releasing that night? He let go of you, your arms thrown around his waist as your whole body collided with his and you almost moaned at feeling him back in your arms, burying your face in his chest and humming in pure joy instead.

"So needy and clingy, my little newborn"

He teased you, his warm voice and soft laugh rumbling in his chest. you didn't really understand what he need meant bay with the term "newborn" but you didn't really care, you just started to suck on his neck again, almost like you were teethings He just turned off the stove at that point, throwing the almost boiling water in the kitchen sink and then left a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"Don't ask me why but I feel like you're not hungry anymore ... Am I right?"

And you nodded, still sucking blood from him until you felt full. You seemed to have very little hunger besides being a newborn, he just wondered if you were craving something else.

Riki brought you to bed, noticing how your eyes looked heavy, you were just like a baby after being fed, which was unusual for vampires who usually as newborns were often hyperactive and hypersexual.

"-Ki, 'm very tired...

You hiccupped, your voice already sounding sleepy as he helped you under the covers.

"Jast doze off, love, I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not moving!"

He smiled warmly at you, besides being your best friend he, indeed, loved you with his immortal heart, the way you acted so clingy got him. cuteness overload, but also made him hard, like... Really hard, Feeling your boobs pressed on his chest. your hardened ripples, he was just glad you didn't notice his little -not so little- friend poking you.

Unluckily -I'm not so sure about it- you stopped his & weird thoughts by pulling him down on the bed with you, Kicking away your shorts as you started to wake up again.

Nice, you didn't even take a 15 min nap when you already were waking up, maybe you were an abnormal newborn calm but very horny.

"Riki baby."

You whined, your tone already begging him to fuck you dumb and raw. He stiffened a bit as you pushed your head under his shirt, kissing your biting and sucking on his skin until you reached his nipples; they might be small and he was tall and lean, but definitely that turned you on even more.

He blushed heavily at your action, the way your hands roamed over his torso made his blood rush south, just like you did; untying his sweatpants and freeing his cock. You stared at it: the flushed tip, the throbbing veins and the size; you hadn't really seen it this dose last time, the time he took it out was inside you, but not this. already inside you time, you were good even willing to make him feel though you couldn't use your Leep throat, you wanted to give him more than some angry and drunk sex in the room of a party host. You slowly took the tip in, your tongue swirling around it as if it was made for you to do so and, after a few minutes of teasing Riki couldn't take it anymore, he took a fist full of your hair and pushed you down, almost choking on his length. You found yourself crying, moaning against it as he bobbed your head.

"So good love.... So good."

He praised and felt your teeth slightly scrape as you tried to breath, he stopped his movements, still keeping himself deep in your mouth.

"Breathe through your nose love. Yeah, just like that.”

You did as he instructed, starting to move again on your own, earning a low and gruttal sound of satisfaction.

And soon you felt him twitch, your hair being grabbed forcefully as he came, painting your throat with his thick cum.

"Swallow, baby…”

He breathed out, his voice rough and full of lust as he pulled you away from his pelvis and made you lay next to him, cleaning the corners of your mouth once you gulped the salty fluid. He caressed your tears away feeling a bit guilty for having wrecked you. so much, but he wasn't done with you yet and you both knew. He leaned in to softly peck your lip, his full extended fangs grazing the skin there as he could taste himself on you, maybe it just fueled his desire. Without him noticing you kicked off your panties, slowly getting on top of him, pushing him inside of your already dripping wet core, earning a moan from you as you felt the stretch, a gasp from him due the shock and how tight you felt.

You buried your face in his neck, kissing him as your hips unintentionally jerked.

"Can we stay like this? It's nice."

You moaned in his skin, your voice sounding so tired and yet needy. His hands went to grab

your ass, gripping it almost to a bruisin strength; his hips started to snap back and forth, lifting you to meet his movements. You shuddered, already feeling overstimulated, you moaned, cried, and soon you felt like the need to pee, your walls clenching and clenching around Riki, making it almost impossible to move.

A few more hits and you whined, biting his neck to not scream; squirting all over his pelvis and abs. You felt like passing out, Riki was already caressing your back as he soon came too with a loud moan.

“Damn baby… You made a mess"

He tried to laugh out of tiredness, giving you a loving kiss on your temple as you kept biting his neck.

He felt so drained and exhausted at that moment, it was awkward for him, he had a very high sex drive yet he couldn't barely move. You were both asleep within a few minutes, not moving from the position you were in, cuddled together with him still inside of you and nothing much changed from had changed when you woke up, just that he had flipped you over and he was painfully slowly grinding into you. It wasn't really his intention as he was still asleep.

Maybe it was time to accept that you had been turned into a vampire, and even admit to yourself that you acually loved Riki, like a fucking lot.

[lizardho]

I also REALLY wanna emphasize that part of the reason our stories are so weird and funny and whatever is because babs and I were tenaciously curious about EVERYTHING and we got REALLY into what we liked. And we got really into storytelling because we love stories, because stories are part of our upbringing and our cowboy heritage, and because they make more sense than real life. And one day I made the mistake (I say this jokingly because it’s actually a really good memory now) of telling my dad that I wanted to learn to write my stories. My dad, who had worked 12-hour swing shifts at the E.R. for my entire life up to that point, felt sad that his job had limited his time with us, and he put his whole pussy into making me a writer. He spent two weeks spending every spare second of his day looking into how to be a better writer. And one day, two or three weeks after I had told him that, he comes to me and tells me that he’s going to support my dream of being an author. And he tasked me with writing a LOT of stuff. Any story I made up, any thought or opinion I had, he asked me to write it down and then he gave me feedback on it. The same thing, or something similar at least, happened to Babs, fwiw.

This is the source of many of my happiest, best memories with my parents, and this was also REALLY annoying as a kid. I’d wanna tell my dad about the story I just made up with my l’il lego guys or whatever and he’d be like “write it down and I’ll give you feedback on your story in 2-3 business days” and like, sometimes I just wanted to yap (Again, looking back on it I have good memories of writing for my dad). But the thing my dad had learned by studying this for us was that the way to get better at writing was to write a LOT, to get a LOT of feedback on our writing, and to be aware of the important elements of a story. Because of this, me and babs have become gifted writers. We wrote a lot, we got lots of feedback, we studied our favorite authors, we studied the tips and tricks of the people who mattered in our lives, and we can fucking WRITE now.

So when we verbalize the little things we did in our lives, part of why it’s fun and funny is because we’re genetic freaks, and we’re not normal, and that makes our lives unusual too. A lot of the shit we did didn’t come naturally which meant we had to make conscious decisions, which in turn are easier to remember.

Another part of why it’s fun is because our dad helped us become excellent writers, and that means we can express ourselves well in writing (in-person is a totally different experience). And it’s always nice to read stuff from people who can express themselves well.

And the last reason it’s fun to read our stuff is because we were raised by a loving nerd-cowboy and a loving feminist supermom, both of whom are neurodiverse in some way. This meant we were almost always safe to share our thoughts and feelings because our parents were genuinely curious about our inner lives and feelings, and they were able to understand how our inner worlds were different from other people’s. It also meant that we were very loved and appreciated, which meant there was always at least one point in our day and one place in our life where we could safely engage in deep self-reflection and analysis. This was helpful for us in being able to uncover the little stories in our lives and really let them sink in. A lot of why we’re good writers is practice and hard work, and also a lot of it is a privilege we received not out of merit (it’s not like we deserved great parents and other people deserved crappy parents, we just kinda ended up with good parents) but out of blind luck and love.

To make this all succinct, many of our stories come from us being able to fully live in our own lives. We didn’t go out of our way to seek excitement - we actually were pretty serious homebodies so we often went out of our way to avoid it. Instead, we found ways to find the magic in the small silly things that happen in life, and finding the magic in simple, mundane, every day stuff makes it easier to add magic into it on purpose too. And if you do that enough it takes you to some strange places. I know both @inbabylontheywept and I have made decisions or done or said things that were unnecessarily complicated or kinda “going out of our way” just because we knew it would make the story of our lives a bit more entertaining or magical. Recognizing that you are living in a story can help you find your own stories. Finding the things that matter to you can help you do this too. And finding your stories can, in turn, make your life as enchanting and silly and bewildering and crazy as our lives have been. It’s an active skill to develop. It requires a willingness to see yourself as a character at times. It requires practice and time. It requires a willingness to make things silly for the plot. And it requires some unspecified amount of autism. But it IS doable, and it can make life more interesting.

How is your life so interesting

Normally, I just kind of laugh this question off, but I've been asked enough times I'm gonna take an honest stab at it.

So, the first thing worth considering is whether the story itself is all that interesting, or whether I am just a good storyteller. My most popular story is about cutting a lot of worms and half, and crying, and then being comforted by my mom. That's not a terribly uncommon or hard to imagine event. A lot of my stories more about the telling than the substance.

There are also some stories that are weird, but they're weird in ways that I also find, like, relateably weird? It might just be that I knew a lot of athletes in college, but I don't think eating raw eggs is that weird. Eating 15 in one go is, but I was roommates with a guy that ate like, three for breakfast, three in his in-class protein shake, and another three at dinner. That guy was attending ASU on a gymnast scholarship, but also, he genuinely ate 5 dozen eggs a week. That seems much more normal than eating 15 in one day.

To say nothing of eating raw onion. Tons of people eat raw onions. It baffles the non-onion eaters, but it's a super common thing. Especially in Mexico.

Some of the stories happen because I am better at noticing story-worthy events than most people. I can't tell you how many times I've been in public, and seen someone do some weirdass thing, and then had to nudge my wife and to get her to watch it too.

If I had to point to the parts of my life that are truly, genuinely, bafflingly weird, they would be my dating stories, and. I dunno. My general thermonuclear dumbass event posts. And I can break down why those two are interesting pretty simply:

I was unbelievably bad at dating. The majority of the time, that just meant that there was a few minutes of stilted small talk and never get a call back. But the thing is, Mormon culture strongly encourages dating as like, a social-practice thing, and I was very motivated to get good at it, so I just kept trying and trying and I think I went on at least 200 first dates before meeting my wife. I genuinely believe that if anyone went on 200 first dates, they would get some pretty incredible bad date stories too. Especially if they had autism. I know I write well, and I can sound very charming here, but it took me a very, very long to get decent social skills. I am just a disturbingly persistent learner.

I am very convincing. This is helpful when I am interacting with other people, because it can do things like, convince them to let me into their secret facility, or convince them to not vote Republican again, or to save at least put the company match into their retirement accounts. But when I'm just debating something with myself, my convincingness works against me: I am very good at tricking myself into believing that bad ideas are, somehow, actually good. This is part of why I have so much sympathy for the right wing lunatics that I work with. Every time I meet a crazy person I go, ah, but for the grace of God, go I. Anyway, this does an unfortunate thing where my excellent verbal skills drive my poor decisions, which results in the very odd combination of welll written, articulate stories about someone being A Fucking Idiot. Like the condom bomber story. I think this is also why most of the lawyers that I meet are insane in their personal lives.

Anyway, those are my theories! I'm gonna tag @lizardho because we mostly had the same childhood, but she has a better grasp on what normal people look like than me, and perhaps she'll have her own theories on the weirdness of our lives.

[ai-the-broccoli]

at first I thought Light Yagami would NOT make a contract with Kyubey to become a Magical Girl, especially because he is unwilling to make the eye deal in canon, but after pondering it for a while I changed my mind. no, in canon he didn't make Shinigami eye deal. yes, he would make a contract with Kyubey. why do I think this? it's different because the conditions are different.

eye deal with Shinigami: - pros: you get the eyes of a Shinigami, which is useful for Kira. - cons: you get half of your lifespan cut off immediately.

contract with Kyubey: - pros: your wish, no matter what it is, immediately comes true (caveat: the monkey's paw may curl). you gain magic power, a magical girl form, and the ability to fight "evil witches" that spread curses to taint the world. your soul is transferred from your body into your "soul gem" (caveat: some people do not like this at all.), you cannot die from harm done to your body, and your pain tolerance -- when it comes to your body -- increases significantly, you can mute it out (caveat: some people do not like this at all.) - you also now sustain your life on a clean soul gem. - cons: see caveats. aside from that, you now have an extremely high risk job you must fulfil to clean your soul gem (killing Witches), and you may run into conflict with other magical girls over that resource. it's easy to die in such a risky life (you die if the soul gem cracks). oh yes, and of course, you will learn eventually that magical girls die by turning into Witches when their soul gems turn completely black from filth -- the filth is garnered through emotional distress and lack of grief seeds. etc.

(note: you may not know over half of those information when you make the contract, because Kyubey lies by omission -- and only by omission, he doesn't lie otherwise. the info he'll give you at the start is "if you want your wish to come true, make a contract with me and become a magical girl who fight witches that spread curses and evil in the world". then you gradually uncover other stuff. or not, if you die before that)

so. yes. I think Light Yagami WOULD make a contract if it was offered to him, because like:

if he doesn't know about most of the cons -- why wouldn't he? he was offered the opportunity. it's special and it's to rid the world of filth and -- if it's an AU where he has yet to/doesn't gain the Death Note, it is definitely something that seems unusual and exciting enough it may help him rid of his existential boredom -- if he already has the Death Note, the wish thing would definitely help him with his Kira plans. the way Kyubey markets it tends to also push people to agreeing by making it feel like they're being chosen for them, they are the ones with the "potential" to do this, etc.

but wait, considering how Light is, he might also very well ask a lot of questions before he makes the decision. Kyubey doesn't lie aside from omitting things, so it's entirely possible that Light would be able to get a lot more information out of him assuming he's being cautious. it is not impossible to find out about the dangers and possibly even the truth about Witches if he asked enough questions.

even then, I think Light Yagami would ultimately choose to take the deal.

why, though? didn't he refuse to take the eye deal in canon?

there's a difference. in the case of the eye deal, he has to instantly pay a big price. his lifespan would be cut in half and that would be fully certain and determined. he wouldn't be able to scheme, fight, or bargain his way out after that.

on the contrary, the magical girl contract deal is not like that. the only "price" he has to immediately pay to immediately obtain the rewards is to enter a life that is high risk & high return. see the difference here? this one is not set in stone. in fact, with this, it feels more like he is still in control of his lifespan (even though the risk has technically increased, sure).

with Light being someone with pathological faith in his own ability and luck... yeah. imo he has a much higher chance of taking the contract deal with Kyubey than taking the eye deal with Ryuk or other Shinigamis

[nereidof40k]

Jago Sevatarion Headcanons

I realized I ought to post my headcanons for Sevatar, before I forget anything I spent way too much time working out. Might make a part two at some point.

First off, I gave him eight sisters for a couple reasons. First off, between the insane suicide rate and the gang violence, any Nostraman capable of doing so needs to have a lot of children to ensure at least one survives to carry on the family name. And Sevatar doesn't seem like an only child. Middle child/younger sibling, however fits his shitstirring personality.

Which leads me to point two. At first I applied it only to Jago, but it makes more sense to me that all Sevatarions are unusually tough and durable. How else would Sevatar have survived to become Astartes, with his big mouth?

Point three. I gave his family background considerable thought. While I do believe @the-liars-art that Sevatar's background is somewhat noble, I doubt it's the entire story.

I think I have figured out his background at last however. Straight nobility doesn't work for me. But since Nostraman nobility are the crime lords, and Sevatar did grow up during Konrad's rampage, I can believe his family got targeted by rivals during those troubles. Losing their influence and power. Giving Jago experience of both sides of the class divide without fitting in anywhere. You can imagine how people treat disgraced nobles. It fits with established hints, and I seriously doubt his siblings would not try to track him down.

It also explains his whole big brother deal. He had to parent his younger siblings since everyone older had to work to keep them all alive. Also explains how he is probably the only parental figure Konrad Curze ever had. Despite being technically his son. He saw the need for a responsible adult in the legion, and since it was a role he knew, he took it up. He was probably cursing about it the entire time, but h couldn't let things slide.

I also believe I have discovered a reason why he's such a snarky bastard. I'll let him explain in his own words.

“You know, if I didn’t make light of everything I would have been a raging alcoholic, a drug addict or dead before I made it to the Astartes trials.” He did run in a gang as a kid/teenager, so it's clear he has seen some shit, and needed a coping mechanism. Such black humor isn't atypical for real life soldiers. The cutoff for becoming Astartes is fifteen, just to let you know how young he would have been.

It also ties into Sevatar and Shang.

Sevatar: "Shang, you remind me way too much of myself as a little kid. How in the Night Haunter's name did you survive Nostramo and the Legion?"

So Sev is in his own Nostraman way trying to help Shang. trying to toughen him up. By giving him shit all the time. Probably rather typical of Nostraman men who don't suck in general.

As for his emotional issues, it struck me as if he is disassociating quite a lot. Emotions being something that happens to other people really sells it for me. He certainly has enough trauma in his past. I think he naturally has more emotions than he thinks, but on Nostramo showing emotion gets you manipulated. So by the time he hit early school age, Sevatar was already quite detached, but he still longed for brotherhood. While not feeling safe enough to reach out.

Lastly I also have a theory that the red sinner's gauntlets were actually Curze's way of telling Sevatar he is not allowed to to die. Only Konrad can kill him. (and he won't.) Just a pity Sev missed the memo that Curze isn't going to throw him out an airlock if he gets pissed enough. ) Just choke him, hit him and leave scars. Konrad in his own way loves Sevatar. Him and Shang are probably the only Night Lords Curze doesn't hate.

This got long, so thank you for reading,

[ferronite]

Drawing Every Abnormality - Part 6

O-04-08: Red Shoes

"The sanguine colour of the Red Shoes looks oddly familiar"

Featuring: Vera (Disciplinary Team Member), Eden (Disciplinary Team Clerk), Poussey (Information Team Member)

Wow what a nice pair of shoes I sure hope they don't make anyone commit murder.

Not my best work, not my worst. Guess this is what happens if you draw whilst your arm's covered in bandages. Oops!

Pretty fun interaction to draw, tho I'm not completely happy with the positioning/layout. Oh well~

Vera's an ex-clerk btw. This happens like 2 days after she gets promoted lol. Eden's one of her friends - they got pretty close when they were working together. He uh... didn't take her promotion very well.

She'll be fine, dont worry bout her~

...He won't be, though.

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

I just became very explicitly aware that my life is ruled by neither the forces of sexuality nor of romance, and that most people apparently consider that unusual.

[maraschinotopped]

ive been staring at the naqtube channel page just doing analysis thoughts in my head for like 15 minutes and ive just been hit with the realization that Damn this is not normal. normal people dont do this. either the mental illness or the mild sickness is doing something to me right now.

[wonder-worker]

"As for the government of the kingdom, [Edward V] had complete confidence in the peers of realm and the queen."

"According to the Crowland continuator, [Elizabeth Woodville] seems to have taken the king's place in listening to his council immediately after Edward IV's death. It does appear that she expected to have some role in her son's kingship, and the Crowland continuator’s report of the letters sent to her by [Richard of Gloucester] indicates that she had good reason to expect to be able to work with him and the other councillors: 'the duke of Gloucester wrote the most pleasant letters to console the queen; he promised to come and offer submission, fealty and all that was due from him to his lord and king, Edward V, the first-born son of his brother the dead king and the queen'."

"[However], in what was Gloucester's first coup, Edward V was separated from his household and Woodville advisors. When the young king questioned the move, Buckingham was reported to have told the boy 'It is not in the business of women but men to govern kingdoms'. The blunt remark referred to the authority of Elizabeth Woodville as queen and the power she must have anticipated within the new political climate left by Edward IV's sudden death. [...] While the veracity of this scene is questionable*, the words attributed to the duke no doubt seemed plausible to Dominic Mancini who believed they exemplified the popular sentiment held by men [...]."

— Dominic Mancini, The Usurpation of Richard the Third / J.L. Laynesmith, The Last Medieval Queens: English Queenship 1445-1503 / Alexander R. Brondarbit, Power Brokers and the Yorkist State, 1461-1485

*One of Mancini's key sources seems to have been Edward V's own doctor, John Argentine, who attended to him in the Tower. It's very likely that he was the one who recounted this scene to Mancini, which suggests that it should probably be considered more credible than not.

[capricioussun]

I was really thinking about if I would ever be comfortable merging my art accounts and I don't think I will. At least not unless I did a full rebrand which I'd really rather not since I'm very happy with how things are situated now.

But I think it boils down to acceptance seeking. I've been socially isolated for a very long time and it's difficult. Even back when I first started drawing au stuff years ago, I contemplated making a separate blog for it because I knew how many ut fans didn't really like the aus. I didn't want to alienate any of the "audience" I'd already built but I also knew there would be a turning point I would just wind up barely posting on one account or the other and it would feel like trying to limp half the time on one leg and then limp the rest on the other, which would be pointless.

But with mirrorshipping (selfcest) being a much more universally contentious topic, I got worried it would only deter people even more. I certainly didn't want to lie about it, especially bc I don't associate it with prshipping the way some others do, so it's not really that im "ashamed" of it, or want to hide it, just that I know it's the kind of thing that's very likely to make some who just walked in turn right back around.

To some degree, as someone who hopes to one day make a career out of being an independent artist, it makes sense to prioritize "growth" over personal satisfaction, but on the other, I've always struggled to care about that sort of thing. Any time I've cared about "alienating" a potential "audience", it's always been more about personal acceptance. I don't want people to see one little aspect of myself or interests and judge me entirely based off of that, even though that's all anyone really can do on the internet. I don't take blocking personally, despite how the prior sentiment seems to contradict that, I get it, I block all the time too, for a variety of reasons. But if there's a chance there're others who don't really mind that I mirrorship, they just don't want to see it or have to block the tag, I don't want them to feel turned away or annoyed, and so I kept it all to a separate account.

There are a few other reasons I won't really get into, too, like how people often do associate it with prship, and how I don't really want to draw that type of a crowd to my main blog, either, but I know in my heart it's the acceptance/approval seeking that was the biggest motivator.

I really honestly wish I knew how to connect with others beyond just trying to "do things right" and hoping that earns me positive attention. I really wish I didn't always feel like my only chance at affection is to improve what I can offer in return.

[offthewall1979]

was his plan to be cute forever

[heymacy]

hi macy :) I read about your personal experience with finding yourself too invested in the gallavich fandom to the point of feeling upset about it and I have to say... that happened to me too. the compulsory need to engage even when there's no good feeling at the end of it, the constantly thinking about it to the detriment of other activities... I don't know if it's maybe because shameless and gallavich deal with heavy topics, or just one of the ways online engagement and hyperfixations can evolve, but I felt so much better once I removed myself from it, able to find joy in numerous other activities, and fandoms too! just wanted to share this - the fact that I had the same experience - and wanted to say I'm glad you're doing better now :)

hello my love! thank you for reaching out! i'm very glad that you were able to find solidarity in what i shared. re: heavy topics - i know that for myself, not being faced with content regarding my own disease on a daily basis has been a nice change of pace for me. i haven't felt as consumed by it since i took a step back. i think sometimes the content we engage with colors our real-world experiences and that was definitely the case for me. i've never been a casual viewer of media or a casual enjoyer of things so it doesn't surprise me that what happened to me, happened. i love having the capacity now to enjoy other things - and hey, i still engage with fandom here and there! i'm loving RWRB content right now (i have just a tiny bit of brain rot regarding those two) along with some jane austen adaptations and other such things! media is beautiful and transformative and i love putting stickers on the scrapbook that is my blog! thank you for your kind words - i'm glad i'm doing better now, too. it feels good. it feels healthy and normal. and i really hope everyone can find a balance if they're feeling off-kilter. also, i love you. did you know that? thank you for popping in 💛 feel free to do it any time you please, i'm always hanging around somewhere!

[fist-amidst-the-hands]

tagged by @blackberrywars to do wip wednesday! does anyone else remember when I said I was aiming for posting a wip weekly? yeah me neither

since I haven’t been writing lately this one is from maybe a month ago, just a tiny snippet that’s (as usual) much bigger in my mind. may or may not write up the whole thing, so I put some additional context / plans in the tags!

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A simple request. No... not a request. An order. Two words. Quiet at the onset but growing steadily in Izzy's mind, blooming and spilling over to cover every corner.

The whisper of a smile at the corner of Ed's eyes meeting the desperation swimming within them. The soft pair of footsteps padding from above deck to below contrasting the heavy pounding of Izzy's heart echoing in his head, the intensity threatening to shake apart the blossoms that had so recently taken residency.

All of it sharp yet muted, loud yet far away.

[falsisystem]

Not new to being a system (obviously?), but I don’t know anyone else with DID (online or not) and tbh I still don’t know that much about it outside of our own experiences, so I’m sorry if I don’t use the “proper” terms when I talk about us; if any of us ever say something offensive or inappropriate, please let us know!

Just a little bit about all of us: First of all, we all go by she/her, we’re all bi, and we’re on our early 20s. I’m Jane, I front about 80-90% of the time (I’m the one that deals with pretty much all of the bullshit of life™); I feel that my opinions, likes and dislikes aren’t that different from the others — I like to think that I have a little bit of (almost) everyone in me. I’m definitely not aware of everything the others do, think and feel, but most of it; when I’m not fronting, it USUALLY (not always) feels like I’m in the backseat of the car, still able to watch whoever’s fronting drive, if I want. Oh, also, we try to tag our posts with whoever wrote it, but we’re new to this, so I doubt we’ll be posting a lot for now :)

[microwavestim]

if my life was a truman show deal you guys would tell me right :)

[dreamboatsandtrenchcoats]

Didn't realize how tired/overwhelmed I was until my mom accidentally turned Shepards pie into a soup last night and now I just need a fucking break from everything