#but dealers choice ig

[summershouto]

luffy and zoro reuniting in wano

[crabhousecrafting]

i love it when artists draw etho so cunty because you KNOW that man dresses like a loser. yassify that canadian NOW

[womansound]

what if i wanted small back n forth threads right now .

[lumiambrose]

✰ dealers choice

kinktober 24 - day thirty

featuring: sae itoshi x f!reader

summary: sae's always wanted you, and after your friend rudely tries to steal you from him, he can't help but make you his.

tags: smut, worshipping, sae is obsessed with you, manipulative sae ig, violence, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), praise, soft sae, this man is hungggg (very biased)

wc: 3.7k -> skip to the second divider if you're just here for the smut ;)

isn’t it funny how you can be so infatuated with someone you barely even know?

well, that’s the case for sae itoshi. he’s been watching you for quite a while now. being shidou’s pretty best friend, you’re plastered all over his social media. and god, it was love at first sight.

he doesn’t know what it is about you. you’re not even that special. the only thing extraordinary about you is your roach of a best friend.. but he knew from the moment he laid his eyes on you, you would be his.

he has you memorized like the back of his hand. your go-to coffee order, your favourite restaurant secluded away from the busy streets of tokyo, and how you spend your monday mornings. of course, he too, made sure that he was nothing short of perfect for you.

although, there’s one problem: he’s never met you in person. you two have talked over text, but never in person. although he’s finally going to change that.

it’s currently off-season for sae. he’s been spending the majority of his spare time at practice or at the gym, but with a little encouragement from you and shidou, he agreed to come visit the two of you for a few weeks.

obviously, he doesn’t care about shidou. he’s only visiting for you, but you don’t have to know that. the initial meetup went swimmingly, and sae only found himself more obsessed with you by the second. you even hugged him and he swore his blood rushed to the one place it shouldn’t be.

you’re currently at shidou’s place. you, sae, shidou, and some of your mutual friends are hanging out together for the night, celebrating the weekend and exam season ending. music blasts through shidou’s penthouse as everyone is enjoying the evening. shidou challenged a friend of yours to beer pong, which led to him inevitably losing because the only thing he's good at is soccer. you see the famous u20 captain oliver aiku mingling with your other friends with your other friends and you find yourself lounging on shidou’s massive sofa with sae not too far away, the two of you engaging in small talk, finally able to catch up.

to sae, this is definitely the highlight of his trip so far. one-on-one time with you? priceless. he’s even thinking about asking you out at the end of the night.

that is, until your conversation gets rudely interrupted. a so-called ‘friend’ of you and shidou promptly joins your conversation. from what sae can make out, he’s definitely drunk and sae wants him gone instantly. to his dismay, he sits down on the spot right next to you, almost a little too close for his liking. he gives you a short hug before introducing himself to sae. he told sae that his name is takeyama and claims to be a fan of his, but as he reaches out to shake sae’s hand, he’s met with what might be the coldest glare known to mankind. you're sure the temperature drops for a moment as sae looks him dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression. it's only obvious that sae is not pleased.

you interrupt the thick tension, snapping sae back to reality before continuing the conversation where you left off. it’s safe to say the rest of your chat does not hold the same comfort that it did earlier, tension still thick with what you would dare call, killing intent. you engage in small talk with both men, trying to keep your focus on sae although takeyama is greedy for your attention. he's touching you constantly, always in your ear and even wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, which you’re clearly unsettled by. it’s not until he excuses himself to the bar to refill his drink that the area calms down. you finally have a moment to breathe, and sae looks as though he’s much calmer too. sae flashes you a short smile before speaking up, cutting the silence, “excuse me, i’ll be back in 10 minutes. wait for me, okay?” with that, he stands up before shortly disappearing into the crowd.

sae is fucking fuming. how dare that bastard touch his girl and distract her from him? of course, he won’t let this fucker get away scott-free. he follows takeyama as he leaves the crowded area of the apartment, heading towards the bathroom. he creeps up on the guy and just before he enters the small room, covers his mouth with one hand while dragging him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“you fucking bastard.” sae throws him to the floor, a loud thud sounding at the collision. it takes every ounce of self-restraint in his body to not just kill him on the spot. instead, opting to spit on the pathetic boy and landing a strong kick to his chest.

“stay the fuck away from her,” he kicks again. “if you breathe near her, i will ruin your sorry life.” his voice makes it clear that his words are not just an empty threat. he leans down, picking him up by the collar before landing a punch on his face. “you keep your damn distance; pretend she doesn’t exist for all i care.” another punch, drawing blood from his mouth, “understood?” he spits again, although an answer is beyond reason at this point, seeing as the man who was once making you uncomfortable is now lying unconscious on the floor of shidou’s bathroom.

he admires his handiwork for a while, satisfied with his state, he can finally go back to you and make up for the time he lost with you. that is, until he hears a click behind him. shit—he forgot to lock the door. as long as it’s not you he’s sure he can simply talk his way out of it. but of course, his luck just had to worsen.

“s-sae?” you exclaim. voice feeling like a stab through his chest. he panics, internally, of course, how could he ever let his angel see the true state he’s in. then, he turns around, locking eyes with you. the two of you just hold each other’s gaze for a while. that is, until sae decides that there’s no point in holding back now, he’s already too far deep to brush the situation off.

you’re taken aback as his large figure embraces you, his entire body enveloping you in a soft and comforting hug. you try to pull back, you really do, but he won’t budge. instead, he leans closer to your ear, whispering, “angel, please. listen to me, okay? it’s not what it looks like.” you’re stunned. what is it supposed to look like then? you’re lost, body tensing up and you can’t even move anymore. sae scoops you up in his arms, taking advantage of your lack of movement.

“it’s ok, angel. c’mon, show me to shidou’s room. let’s calm you down, okay?” he’s never spoken so lightly before. he’s surprised he even can. you subconsciously guide him to shidou’s room, through the hallway, and up the stairs until you arrive at your destination. he closes the door, this time making sure to lock it, before gently laying you down on the bed. he takes his place next to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as his hand strokes your arm gently.

“you’re ok now. he was going to do horrible things to you, you know?” he shushes as you stare into his soul. “but it’s all good now; he won’t ever harm you again. i’m certain of it.”

you’re so confused, your voice barely audible as you shakily whisper, “h-he wanted to hurt me? you… protected me?” thankfully, sae’s warm gaze helps calm you down as he soothes, “mhm, but i’ve made sure he won’t anymore. only a fool would hurt an angel like you.”

his words make your body feel warm, turning him into your calm in the storm of whatever the fuck may be happening right now. “really? you mean it, sae?”

god. the way his name just rolls right off your tongue sends him spiralling. he just wants to devour you then and there. “of course, you’re so precious to me you know,” he leans in closer now, his face inches from yours. “if you want, i can show you just how much you mean to me.”

you’re slightly taken aback. the sae itoshi, regarding you as precious? all hell must’ve reigned loose. you question whatever you could’ve done to deserve his attention, but you suppose there’s no harm in accepting his offer, right?

you mumble a quiet ‘yes’ and that’s all he needs. softly cupping your cheek and closing the remaining distance, he crashes his mouth with yours. he holds you like a porcelain doll, worried that if he’s too rough, you’ll break. of course, he doesn’t mind though. he finally has you in his arms, and now he’s going to make sure you’re his.

you gasp at the contact, lips parting just enough to let him enter your mouth, exploring and tasting every inch of it. you open your once-closed eyes and are met with a beautiful sight. his eyes are closed as he kisses you. hair slightly dangling over his face with his gorgeous lashes. he looks so ethereal. you kiss him back, harder and more passionate, attempting to thank him in any way for saving you.

he groans, definitely satisfied with your eagerness. he shifts his weight, moving so he’s completely on top of you before pulling back. “would you like me to take this further?” he asks, his eyes never leaving yours as you stare up at him.

you ponder his words. ‘take this further’? as in… sex? you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. and while you’d love to accept his offer, you don’t want to ruin the experience.

embarrassingly, you confess, “i… i’ve actually never done something like this before.” you glance around the room, anywhere but him, but he won’t accept that. lightly, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“never?” he questions, voice sounding almost shocked.

“never. you’d be my first.”

he curses something in what you presume is spanish beneath his breath before closing the distance once again, “you’re fucking perfect for me. it’s ok, angel. i’ll make it a night to remember, make you feel good.”

his lips meet yours once again, albeit, harder this time, yet somehow still soft. the passion and emotion he’s carrying in his actions are evident, and you reciprocate them just as much.

this time, instead of just kissing you, one of his hands trails down to your top. he toys with the fabric before pulling it up and casting it aside, completely disregarding it. then he starts taking in the sight in front of him.

“fucking divine,” he curses. honestly, he’s surprised you’re not an actual goddess with how perfect you look underneath him.

he latches onto one of your bare breasts with the hunger of a starved man. toying and sucking on one of your peaks while his free hand rubs the other, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“mierda, angel. keep quiet for me, don’t want anyone hearing you just yet.” he toys with your body so daintily, as though you’ll break if he’s too hard. that doesn’t matter though, as long as he’s making you feel good beneath him.

you’re a blushing mess and still partially in shock. you want to question how you ended up beneath sae, naked, but the pleasure is distracting. it feels warm, like your insides are heating up, specifically your core. the longer he toys with you, the stronger the ache that’s developing in your abdomen gets.

it’s hard to keep quiet, but if you don’t open your mouth, you’re worried he’ll never take things further. “s-sae… more, please!” you whine eagerly.

his eyes widen in surprise at your desperate plea, his lips slowly curving into a sly smirk. you look so pretty begging for him, so submissive. you’re the perfect woman for him. “as you wish, my angel,” he purrs, trailing delicate kisses down your neck and collarbone. his large hands roam your bare body, caressing every curve and dip with reverent fingers, mapping every inch of your skin like he’s trying to etch it into himself.

he takes his time, savouring each gasp and moan that falls from your lips. when he reaches the waistband of your skirt, he looks up at you through hooded eyes, seeking your permission. at your breathless nod, he slowly peels the fabric down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly.

you’re almost bare in front of his hungry gaze. sae takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, spread out beneath him like a feast perfectly cultivated just for him. "hermosa," he murmurs appreciatively, running a finger along the edge of your panties. "so perfect, so pure. 'm gonna cherish you, querida. make you feel amazing tonight."

with that vow, he hooks his fingers in the delicate lace and tugs, the flimsy material giving way for him to devour you easily. your slick heat is finally revealed to him, the sight before him pushing his self-restraint to the limits and making his cock throb almost painfully against the confines of his slacks.

unable to resist you any longer, sae settles between your legs, pressing a tender kiss to your inner thigh. he works his way higher, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the soft flesh until he reaches your aching core. a low groan rumbles in his chest at the sight—glistening folds just begging for his touch, for his tongue.

"mierda... need to taste you," he growls before diving in face-first. his tongue messily parts your lips, delving in to lap at the honey dripping from your entrance. he groans at the taste, the sweet nectar he’s waited months for gliding across his tongue and making him crave more.

“could eat this pretty pussy all night long…” he purrs, voice muffled against your slick flesh. he’s groaning and murmuring into your folds as he laps you up hungrily. "mmm, you taste so good, mi amor.”

he seals his lips around your swollen clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. at the same time, he slips two thick fingers deep into your tight cunt, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm. the wet squelch of his digits plunging into your soaked cunt fills the room, mixing with your breathy moans and whimpers.

"let me hear you," sae growls, curling his fingers to stroke your g-spot. "gonna make this sweet pussy weep for me" he doubles his efforts, tongue swirling around your clit as he fingers you faster, harder, relentlessly chasing your pleasure.

your back arches off the bed, hands fisting in sae's hair as the ache in your abdomen intensifies, ecstasy crashes through you in dizzying waves. "oh god, sae!" you keen, hips bucking wildly against his face. "don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"mmm, gonna cum for me, angel?" sae asks huskily, lips brushing your clit. "gonna soak my face, hm? go on then, cum all over these fingers like a good girl..."

his words and the stimulation prove to be too much for your body. with a sharp cry, you shatter apart, pussy clamping down on sae's pistoning fingers as you cum all over his face. he laps it up greedily, refusing to waste even a single drop.

“attagirl,” he praises, trailing his way back up your shaking body, kissing you gently through the aftershocks of your orgasm. this was a first for you. of course, you’ve masturbated before, but you’ve never felt this good. you’ve never came so hard. this new feeling igniting something else inside of you—confidence perhaps? whatever it is, it pushes you to pull sae closer, kissing him with so much passion—devotion, as though he’s your lover.

even though he’s taken aback, sae reciprocates with the same passion—if not more. the fingers of his dry hand etch themselves into the back of your head, fisting your hair as he guides your head closer to him while his other hand roams your body, desperate for your touch.

your kiss continues for what feels like an eternity, although you never bore from it. being held in sae’s arms while he devours you is nothing short of pure bliss. by now, his clothes are gone too, leaving the two of you naked in each other's arms. sometimes you’re subconsciously grinding yourself on his dick and sometimes you’re even stroking him, earning low groans from him as he toys with your body.

but you can’t keep going like this, you need more; you need him. you pull away, gasping for air as he gives you a puzzled look. the only answer you can give him is a breathy plea. a breathy plea which drives him insane. “please, sae, i need you…” it takes his all to not flip you over and drill into you like a rabid animal. instead, he hoists your legs up onto his shoulders, making sure you’re comfortable before pumping his cock a few times in front of your entrance.

“are you sure, angel?” he asks. it’s a stupid question, though. even if you would say no, he won’t be able to hold back anyway; he’s too far deep to suddenly stop now. thankfully, you murmur a breathless ‘yes’, giving him all the permission he needs.

“you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted this," sae groans, voice strained with barely restrained desire as he lines himself up with your entrance. the thick head of his cock nudges against your slick folds, making you both gasp at the contact. "gonna make you feel so good, mi amor. gonna ruin this tight little pussy for anyone else..."

he rolls his hips forward, slowly sinking into your virgin pussy inch by tortuous inch. your walls flutter and clench around the unfamiliar intrusion, stretching eagerly to accommodate his girth. a low groan escapes sae’s lips as he's enveloped in your warmth, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"mierda, you feel like heaven," he hisses through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam into you balls-deep. "so tight, hermosa. gonna haveta split you open on my cock..." he pulls back until just the tip remains inside, then thrusts forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

the sudden fullness makes you cry out, nails digging into sae's biceps as you adjust to the stretch, tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a slight sting lingering at where your hymen once was, but it's quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure as he begins to move. sae sets a slow, deep rhythm, letting you feel every thick inch of him as he withdraws and sinks back in, over and over.

"that's it, angel, take my cock like a good girl," he praises roughly, one hand coming up to palm your breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers. "gonna make this sweet pussy mine. you’re mine, right?"

his words send shivers down your spine, the possessive edge to his voice making your core clench needily around him. you can only answer in needy, fucked-out moans. you've never felt so full, so stretched, so claimed. he’s hitting all the right spots inside you, stoking the now-familiar buildup in your core once again.

the bed frame creaks under the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your breathy moans filling the room. it doesn’t take long until you’re both getting more desperate and needy, doing anything to chase the high that only sae can provide for you.

"fuck, you’re made for me, angel," he growls, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, hard enough to bruise as he spreads you wider. "you gonna let me breed you full? fill you up with my seed until it's dripping out."

the filthy words falling from sae's lips make your head spin, sucking him in tighter. you've never heard him talk like this before, so crude and vulgar, but fuck if it doesn't turn you on even more. your hands roam over the sculpted planes of his back, nails raking angry red lines into his sweat-slicked skin as you cling onto him desperately.

"yes, sae, please! please cum inside of me!" you beg shamelessly, too lost in your haze of pleasure to care about anything else. you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as you pull him impossibly deeper. the new angle allows him to hit your cervix with every brutal thrust, ecstasy piercing through you.

"greedy little lady, aren't you?" sae snarls, his rhythm growing erratic as he chases your rapidly approaching climax. "gonna pump this pussy full, make you fucking mine." he leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue forcing its way through you as he swallows your wanton moans.

the hand on your breast moves lower, fingers seeking out your aching clit. he circles the swollen nub roughly, sending you over the edge. "cum for me, angel," sae commands against your lips, his voice a dark promise. "cum on my cock, milk me dry, hermosa.”

you’re unable to hold off any longer, your second orgasm of the night crashing through you, which is shortly followed by his own, his seed burying itself deep inside of you as he struggles to keep his own composure. both of your sounds fill the entire room as your juices mix together inside of you.

he pulls out of your weeping cunt before occupying the space next to you on the bed, stroking your arm as you catch your breath together. he pulls you closer, moving your body to rest on top of him, holding you close.

"you're so good for me, angel." he whispers in your ear, cradling you gently, as if you're a dainty flower. "how about we end tonight early, so i can take you home?"

you're not really able to answer him verbally. that's why you just nod along against his chest, before slowly rolling off the bed to get ready. 

sae helps you gather your clothes from the ground, before cleaning himself up. all this time, his beautiful eyes never seem to leave you.

within a few minutes, the two of you are leaving your best friend's apartment, hand in hand as an uber drives you to sae’s hotel suite. to your surprise, nobody notices, nor does anyone ask why you’re leaving.

the only thing signaling your early disappearance is the twenty thousand yen sae sent to shidou’s phone along with the message ‘trash your bedsheets.’

taglist: @ryescapades @143-ilyuu @maruflix @pixelcafe-network thank you @katsutora for proof reading <3 ps. 5th last to 3rd last paragraph is COMPLETELY nami </3

©lumis kinktober 24' ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[sherewrytes]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝓒 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻

Summary: You were tired of your plug always being a weirdo and never having what you wanted so you begged Sasha for her plug, Connie.

warnings: mature scenes, smut, weed smoking.

Your day had started with frustration. Your regular weed plug had bailed on you last minute, leaving you scrambling for options. Frustrated and in need of a break from the stress of finals, you turned to Sasha for help.

She was the one who always seemed to have a solution for everything, especially when it came to sourcing the good stuff.

"Sasha, my plug flaked on me. Can you hook me up with yours?" you texted, hoping for a quick response.

Her reply was almost instantaneous. "No worries! I'll set you up with Connie. He's legit and his stuff is fire. You'll like him."

With Sasha's recommendation in mind, you agreed to meet Connie later that evening. Nervous anticipation mingled with relief as you headed to the rendezvous spot. It wasn't long before you saw him pull up��a sleek, tinted matte black G-Wagon with red rims.

Connie rolled down his window as you approached, his presence commanding yet surprisingly relaxed. You exchanged brief introductions, and then he handed you the baggies of Trainwreck and OG Kush.

The Weeknd's "Shameless" softly played in the background, adding a touch of atmosphere to the exchange.

You couldn't help but smile at the coincidence or perhaps the intention behind the music choice, giving Connie a small giggle of appreciation before you paid him and walked away.

Unbeknownst to you, Connie lingered a moment longer, his eyes tracing your figure appreciatively. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt from the first moment he laid eyes on you. His mind raced with thoughts of wanting to get to know you beyond this transaction.

Back in your apartment, you rolled up and settled in to unwind. Connie's image lingered in your mind—not just his looks, but the energy he exuded. He was undeniably attractive, but the idea of getting involved with your weed dealer gave you pause. With finals weighing heavily on your mind, romantic entanglements were the last thing on your agenda.

Meanwhile, Connie couldn't shake off the impression you had left on him. He swung by Sasha's place, unable to contain his curiosity and desire to know more about you.

"Why didn't you introduce me to Y/N sooner?" he asked Sasha, his tone laced with both annoyance and amusement. "She's fine as hell."

Sasha rolled her eyes playfully, catching onto Connie's newfound interest. "Didn't think you were looking for more than just a business connection, Connie. But if you're into her, go for it."

Connie's mind was made up. He wanted to see where this could go with you, beyond just being your weed supplier. He started texting you more frequently, not just about weed but about everything and anything. You found yourself enjoying the conversations, his easygoing nature calming your nerves amidst the chaos of exams.

But as finals approached, your responses became sporadic. Connie noticed the change and it bothered him more than he expected. He pressed Sasha for information, needing to understand why you seemed distant.

"Y/N's got finals," Sasha explained, trying to appease his curiosity. "She's buried in books right now. Give her some space."

Connie thought to himself that both your lives were so different, his just a guy on the street trying to make it to the next day and you a girl in university studying for your dream career.

It made him feel a bit insecure, but he didn't let it stress him too much.

He bounced from Sasha's spot back to Ony's crib, where the air was thick with smoke and the vibes were chill. Eren, Jean, and Ony were deep into their game, but Connie's mind kept drifting back to you. Even as he tried to get into the flow of the game, he found himself constantly checking his phone, hoping for a message from you.

But all he saw was your latest IG story—a real moment, you looking stressed AF, tears welling up as you spilled about the pressure of finals.

It hit him deep, reminding him of the gap between both your lives, yet making him respect your hustle even more.

The evening after your last final, you heard a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anyone and felt a twinge of curiosity. Opening the door, you were greeted by Connie, looking as cool and confident as ever.

He held a couple of bags, one from Diesel, Von Dutch and another from Jacquemus, and a grin that made your heart skip a beat. The scent of your favorite takeout wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble.

"Hey, thought you might need a little celebration," he said, stepping inside and setting the bags on your coffee table.

You were wearing a burnt orange silk shorts set, the long sleeve cropped button-up highlighting your deeply melanated skin. Connie's eyes lingered a bit too long, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you kind of liked it.

"I can’t believe you did all this," you said, your voice soft with gratitude. "You didn’t have to."

Connie shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Figured you deserved it after all that hard work. Plus, I missed our chats."

You smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the weed. "I missed them too."

"Don't just stare at them Ma open them up" Connie smiled while sitting on your couch and pulling you next to him. Connie was wearing his Essentials Sweatshirt paired with sweat shorts from FOG Essentials paired with beige Nike dunks.

You opened up the Von Dutch bag first to see a cute cropped tshirt. Then you reached for the Diesel bag, feelin' the excitement build. As you opened it, your eyes widened, and a grin spread across your face. Inside was the Diesel Fluffy iconic mini bag in pink and blue, lookin' all cute and stylish

"Oh my God, Connie! These are so cute!" you exclaimed, holdin' up the bags, your voice filled with joy.

"Yeah, I knew you’d like ‘em," Connie said with a proud smirk, leanin' back on the couch. "You deserve it, baby. Keep goin'. There's more."

You set the bag aside carefully and reached for the Jacquemus shopping bag. Inside, you found two Le Bob Artichaut hats, one in pink and one in blue denim. "No way! These are perfect!" you squealed, throwing your arms around him to hug him tightly.

"You really know how to spoil a girl, Connie. Thank you." you said with an ecstatic tone.

"Nah, you worth it. Gotta keep my girl lookin' fly," he replied, pullin' you closer. "Besides, it's fun seein' you happy like this."

You felt warm and loved, appreciatin' every moment. Connie always had a way of makin' you feel special, and today was no different.

Connie rolled up some blunts for you and him to smoke while you scrolled through your phone looking for some music to play since you usually like smoking to music sometimes. She pulled up Just me and you by Larry June & Ro James

Connie leaned back, taking a long drag before passing the blunt to you. "So, how's finals been treatin' you?" he asked, genuinely curious.

You sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "They been kickin' my ass, to be honest. But I'm almost done. Just need to get through these last few days."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I feel that. You need a break, for real. That's why I brought all this." He gestured to the takeout and the Diesel, Von Dutch and Jacquemus bags he had set on the table.

You couldn't help but smile. "You really ain't have to do all this, Connie. But I appreciate it, for real."

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but there was a softness in his gaze. "Figured you deserved it after all that hard work. Plus, I missed our lil' chats."

You took another hit, feeling the tension of the past few weeks start to fade away. "I missed 'em too. You been good though?"

"Yeah, just been grindin' as usual," he said, his eyes flicking over your outfit again. "But I gotta say, you look real good tonight."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. "Thanks. I wasn't expectin' company, but I'm glad you're here."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Wanted to. Plus, I threw in some new strain I been workin' on. Thought you'd like it."

You found yourself inching closer to him, the barrier between dealer and client blurring into something more personal, more intimate.

The warmth from the weed and Connie's presence made everything else fade into the background.

Eventually, the blunt burned down to a roach, and you both sat in a comfortable silence. Connie's arm rested behind you on the couch, and you leaned into him, feeling a sense of ease you hadn't felt in weeks.

"So, what you thinkin'?" he asked softly, his voice low and smooth paired with his low red eyes. Connie was eyeing you up and down next to him. The way he was looking at you, was turning you on. You were both staring into each each other's eyes

You turned away your head to break the eye contact, only to feel Connie's fingers on your jaw turning him back to him saying "I'm over here Ma, focus." You blushed a lil, trying to focus on him.

Connie smiled showing off his gold and diamond studded canine grillz. "You gon answer me, tell me what you're thinkin"

"Nothin' much Connie, just thinkin about the fact you already checkin for me heavy and we're just friends"

Connie didn't like when you referred to him as your friend because he wanted so much more. Connie brushed a hand across those cheeks " " I don't wanna be friends." He leans in reading your expression for confirmation before letting your lips meet for a slow deep kiss.

"Connie" you whispered against his lips. "Tell me what you want Ma and I'll give it to you. Just say it." Connie stared at your face taking in your features.

Connie pulled you onto his lap, your arms around his neck, his around your waist, one hand slowly sliding up your back to lightly grip your head to pull you into the kiss more.

You whimper and sqirm a bit when he lifts you up and places you right on the growing clothed erection.

While awaiting your answer, he began slowly kissing on your jaw and neck leaving marks. He pulled you as close as he can to his chest and pushing your head into his neck, encouraging you to mark him as yours.

"Tell me to stop or tell me you want this as bad as I do"

You stared at Connie,biting your lips trying to hold back your moans but you couldn't. You looked at him in his and begged "Please Connie"

Next thing you know, you were flat on your back on the couch with Connie slowly sliding down your burnt orange shorts down your thighs. "Fuck! you're soaking already." Connie sighed out with a husky tone.

The moment his mouth connected with your wnet pussy, you were seeing stars. Ofc you've had sex before, got eaten out before but not like this. Connie was easily going to become your best eater.

Connie was murmering to himself saying,

So fuckin wet Ma *slurp* Mine You taste so good

You felt his tatted fingers slide in and out of you,while his tongue licked you from your clit all the way down to you sopping entrance. It felt like the wetter you got, the more he ate. It was like he was licking up every drop you released.

Connie pushed his face deeper into your thighs while curling his fingers upward. The rhythm was in, up and out. Your legs tightened around his head while grinding against his face.

"Oh,God" you groaned "Oh, god. Connie, mm gonna"

Connie slipped his fingers out in favor of his tongue,dipping in and out of your cunt while his thumb rubbed firm cirlces against your clit.

Your body was shaking under him. He stared up at you. eyes red and filled with lust. A soft scream came out your mouth while your back arched off the couch and he never stopped. you heard him groan and smirk against you. When you finally came down off your orgasmic high. Connie stared at you and said "Bedroom now"

You stared at him and saw he he was serious so you jumped off the couch and walked to your room with Connie trailing behind you.

As soon as you entered your room. Connie picked you up and drop you on your bed. He came over you staring at you. You could see his face wet from your cum. You licked your lips and pulled him in for a kiss.

Connie undressed himself and you. connie stared at you for a brief moment while you take in his length. He had a pink tip, leaking pre and a thick vein running along the underneath.

You never had something that big before. Connie smirked and said "I'll go easy on you Ma. Promise."

You felt Connie pushed in slowly. stretching you out, your eyes widen a bit. You closed your eyes only to then feel Connie's hand sliding up your body and lightly gripping your jaw "Don't close your eyes. Look at me."

Connie fucked you deep and slow. obviously trying to get you used to his size. Tears wet the corner of your eyes. Connie leaned in and kissed him away saying " You can take it Ma. I know you can. Just say the word and I'll break you in so good."

"Con! Please" Please what y/n Fuck me! I am fucking you Connie! Harder

"You need it deeper Ma." Connie smirked and spread your legs wider then spread your pussy wider exposing your clit. He grinded himself against it with every hard thrust he gave you. You were screaming his name "Con you feel so good!"

"shit,pa—" you wailed, knuckles turning white with the strong grip you had against the bedsheet. "'s too much!"

You never been fucked so hard in your life. The way your bed screeched against the floor and your headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. You tried turning your head to the side to avoid looking into his eyes.

“Look at me while I fuck you.”

“c-connn” you teeth bit into your lip making it wet, you held in the grunt of pleasure leaning forward trying to catch your breath. Your mind barely comprehending the massive orgasm you felt coming. He was rutting into you like an animal, had you squirming under him.

he grunted, while licking and nipping at your jaw line," Come on Ma. Just take it. It's too good..." He started to thrust up into you making you yelp out

" right there mama?" "mhm hmm" you shook your head not wanting him to stop " come on baby use your words" "Yes Connie..right there!"

you were gripping the sheets and screaming, tongue out begging. " O-ohh fuckk babyyyy"

im gonna cum mama" he groaned into your head while kissing and sucking on your neck.

he grabbed your hand while his hand still gripped your jaw and his thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"cum inside mee" you purred

" y/n. dont say shit like that. You want my cum for real." You tried catching your breath but you barely got the words out from how deviously hard he was fucking you. "Yes Con. please."

His hips was ramming his cock in and out of you. You feared he'd break you the way he was fucking you. He rutted into you faster and harder. You could barely get a sound out of your throat

You felt yourself tighten and clenching his cock while you came, squirting on his hips and your chest. Connie was still rutting into you.

"Fuck y/n mm cumming" You felt Connie fill you up inside the sensation of it had your eyes rolling back and you cumming around his cock again.

Connie pulled it and watched his cum trickle down your thighs.

Connie felt like he was was on cloud nine. He felt like he shouldve asked you to be his girl first but things got a lil heated.

Connie pulled you off the bed and dragged you to your bathroom so you can both clean up and shower together.

[brucewaynehater101]

Ok so in reverse Robin aus I hate when Tim becomes redhood bc it’s really ooc for him, BUT Steph becoming the black mask after the incident but struggling with the business part (she is smart business is hard) and Tim becoming her right hand is in fact in character for him

seeing as he would not be obsessed with a dick Grayson who despite his murderous tendencies was light, and kind, and Jason who was all Robin gives me magic 😀

but instead Damian who is just as gritty as his father and a bitter Steph?

yep timmers would have a looooot less morals and a lot of money, and the second Robin needs HIS help? He is there!!!

(I don’t see him helping Bruce at all bc in canon Bruce’s grief for Steph lasted like two pages)

Oop. Your ending note is fantastic.

Let's add on, shall we?

Here's some tropes I don't prefer in Reverse Robin AUs:

Tim becoming Red Hood (Tim stealing Jason's shtick again is hilarious in the regular timeline). I will read a good fic with Tim as RH, but I prefer Tim to be Joker Junior, a completely new identity, or an Oracle-like identity.

Batman's partner being named "Robin" (that was Dick's identity he got from his parents. They should have another name)

I personally like Duke being the first one Batman adopts. Maybe Duke's parents get gassed in an alley in front of Batman, and Bruce decides to adopt Duke. The kid can still have his whole gang, and that's how Bruce decides to train Duke instead. Not sure.

Anyways, this could play into the AU you mentioned.

Damian moves on from his mantle, but Duke is still there. Steph, who Duke and Batman meet when she's Spoiler, agrees to fill in Damian's vacancy.

Tim meets Steph on the streets. He would be older than her in this. Your choice on how fanon it is (does he stalk Bats from a young age to take pictures of them), but I like the idea that he sent in cases he solved or tips he heard about.

When she dies, Damian comes home, and Duke is still there. Damian doesn't return to his previous mantle, but he's around. He's actually talking to Bruce again. Bruce thus doesn't grieve her much.

Tim doesn't see a need to step in.

Tim grieves his friend (or gf if that's your preference). Perhaps he goes abroad for a bit to distance himself from the city. There's bound to be some international programs his parents would like for him to take part in. Perhaps he still gets that Lady Shiva training. Dealer's choice.

After a year or two abroad (and if he got training, he learned from more teachers), Tim hears news about someone trying to rival Black Mask.

Since Black Mask took Steph from him, he sees this as a possible chance for revenge. He returns to Gotham.

I don't know if Steph would take up the mantle "Black Mask," but I could see her taking up a moniker that would mock the man (like White Veil, Lilac Cover, or something).

During her time "dead," she ends up getting training. Not sure who'd train her, but she learns more than Bruce ever taught her. Perhaps Helena and her end up chatting?

She's clever, and her father helped her knowledge on the criminal workings of Gotham. She utilizes her skills to gather people on her side and make them loyal to her (by providing great worker benefits, ig).

Tim offers his services to her gang without knowing it's Steph as the head (he plans to ruthlessly use them to get his revenge). Dealer's choice on whether Steph immediately lets him in or doesn't trust him (due to trauma with her death and shit).

Tim does some of the business and intel gathering. He occasionally goes in the field as well. Steph is the main brawns, gang director, and manager. She knows how gangs work, what her people really need/want, and how to manipulate the playing field. Tim can learn these things and suggest moves to Steph, but leaves decision-making to her.

Bruce, due to not knowing Tim, hasn't had the chance to instill tension between Steph and Tim. They have issues like all relationships, but they work it out. There's nowhere near the amount of shit there is in canon.

Maybe Tim's parents are dead by the time Steph gets back. Either way, I hope Crystal learns that her daughter is alive again

[sgiandubh]

When clueless, silence is golden

I was just browsing around while looking for something completely different and stumbled upon this quintessential Mordorian POV:

Disclosing a username is crass and I usually never do this, unless really necessary and relevant. So spare me the ad hominem argument you usually fumble around with, Disgruntled Tumblrettes. Yet, for all its intellectual paucity, this is interesting dissection material, since clearly this person hasn't got the slightest idea of what she is so confidently talking about.

First scenario at play: The Tasting Alliance, 'a company no one has ever heard of', booked and paid for the suite.

Not necessarily booked, nor necessarily paid, madam. In the real business world you are so clueless about, these arrangements are seldom - if ever - monetized. It's rather all about barter.

That company no one ever heard about - except, perhaps, #silly and totally irrelevant Forbes (https://www.forbes.com/sites/joemicallef/2023/04/13/the-tasting-alliance-and-reserve-bar-are-set-to-launch-top-shelf/?sh=b45f7085f6f1) - is the parent company of the San Francisco World Spirits Competition (SFWSC), largely acknowledged as at least one of, if not the world's leading spirits award contest. Google is your friend, you should try it some time:

The operative info here is that this evaluation comes from the Beverage Trade Network, a professional portal for spirit dealers. Having determined this, Tasting Alliance's IG number of followers is completely irrelevant, since we are talking about two very different targets, here. Its real leverage and weight on the global market does not really need the boost of an aggressive social media presence and the kind of events it hosts are not your favorite junior hockey league or elementary school cake and bake sale.

Let's look a bit further. It takes one click to get on the Tasting Alliance's website (https://thetastingalliance.com/). Granted, not all the information you need to understand its business model is right there and I had to go dig a bit (not without some help - merci encore!) to even get a grip on how these wheels are really turning.

The way they sell themselves is sober and confident. And completely disinterested in social media impact, to be honest:

So, in lieu of glitz and sequined bras, we have a success story in its own right, which started in Frisco in 1980, then continued in 2000, with the addition of the San Francisco World Spirits Competition. Further expansion followed in 2018, with the New York World Wine & Spirits Competition and 2019, when Dias Blue set a firm foot on the emerging Asian market, with the Singapore World Spirits Competition.

I doubt an explanatory drawing is needed as to the why of this expansion choice: it's all about baijiu, the old/new Chinese sorghum spirit and the everlasting love of the Far East for anything fermented. Lao-lao, the unspeakable Laotian homemade rice whisky, comes immediately to the mind of this blogger: the last bottle I saw, somewhere along the unexploded ordnance ridden Route 13, had a plump snake inside, as a naïve Viagra of sorts. Took a mouthful and thought I was going to die - but when spending the night in a longhouse with the Tai Lü people, you can't afford a faux-pas, can you? /end of travel memories intermezzo

By all my estimations, The Tasting Alliance is very profitable business. Let's unpack ( for current fees, see source: https://callingallcontestants.com/contest/2023-san-francisco-world-spirits-competition/):

Considering the 500 USD fee /entry (550, in 2023) in the competition and the fact that in 2022 there were approximately 5000 entries in the Frisco spirits' competition, we have a very rough turnover estimation of 500x5000= 2.5 million USD. That figure is just for one of the spirits competitions, mind you, and does not take into account what the winners probably pay for the right to mention their medals on their bottles (I am yet to see them on the SS gin bottles, btw), nor the multiple sidekick profit (e-shop sales, consulting and/or other distribution deals, etc). So, at the end of the day, I would comfortably multiply that base by 4, assuming a similar scale for all the other events they organize, which takes the yearly turnover at around 10 million USD and keeping in mind this is very probably a conservative estimation. I also assume costs are negligible, taking into account the discretion with which major players traditionally operate on that particular niche. Real expenses are probably limited to the activity of a handful of offices, sparingly and intelligently staffed. Advertisement is probably bartered and social media, well... you just saw the effort, haven't you?

But then there's the brand's real power on that market and this is the right time to talk about influence and impact. Perhaps this recent (2021) Men's Journal article will help us see better: https://www.mensjournal.com/food-drink/inside-the-san-francisco-world-spirits-competition

With a bit of luck, this could happen:

Sounds familiar? Of course and I bet that was S's strategy. If you imagined him doing the same exhausting booze tour every year (groping on top and seriously cringe on the sides), I think you might want to reconsider. I told you Sassenach Summer was a sandbox for more serious things to come and until now I have no reasons to change my mind. He did it for a reason and, mind you, that reason is not that the booze did or does not sell. It does. Restaurants start to feature it. Podcasts are being produced. The press starts to mention it (that recent New York Times article is evidence enough). This is not Lucky Luciano dealing in bootleg alcohol during the Prohibition and making obscene money over a fortnight. This is a serious business project that was delayed by COVID. That's all. And it takes time and patience and consistence. We know he has all those aplenty.

We also have the totally inane take on production costs for that podcast. It suddenly made me remember again my media expert past. It is with complete and educated confidence that I tell you: a potential 5K USD extra cost for renting that damn suite for the day is peanuts, even for a two-minute clip (let alone, in reality, a podcast interview, and I stand corrected if wrong), if such costs are covered by The Tasting Alliance. But my money is on a barter with The Shutters on the Beach, which would be, again, common business practice.

Second scenario: 'Shutters comped the room for free promo (...) for an actor most people haven't heard of.' You can throw timelines down my throat as many times as you wish and tell me he already stayed there several times and yell and screech, but here is what I think. Shutters didn't comp that suite for S, an actor most people haven't heard of, a decent, hard working start-up entrepreneur. If so (I doubt it), it would be logical to think Shutters comped that suite for The Tasting Alliance, which has a long documented history of partnerships with hotels that host their competitions:

So Shutters might have comped that room for a major player of the alcohol lobby world, happy that S, a returning client, picked them out of several possible options, because it was convenient. I don't believe for a second he stayed there.

This guy knows what he's doing and C's gin success completely depends and I bet will rely on that relentless networking effort. If anything, the Keepers of the Quaich recent development is only confirmation of all the above. But that's another story - very soon on this page.

IYKYK. The rest is uneducated cackle. But Mordor people were never the brightest bulbs in the fandom's chandelier, were they?

[ihavea-natural-curiosity]

i drew more teen zukka cause i realized i dont give them enough love

closeups:

what are zukos arm burns from? uhhhhhh dealers choice ig, could really be from anything

not happy with sokkas face in the last image, but i’m never really happy with how i draw him and i need to clean so im leaving it alone

also i just realized that i keep giving zuko the mizu bangs on accident

like

oops?

do not repost my art

reblogs are appreciated :)

[kthecritter]

aughaughaugh *bites you* order time :3 can I get: two userboxes! :D for the first: background: pastel pink and yellow polka dots! :D icon: JJ from obx! :3 font: dealer's choice! surprise me, i'm not picky! phrase: 'this dog checks every blog that comes thru their activity feed. if we find something that breaks our DNI, you will be blocked!' sticker/s: u choose! I don't mind! :D for the second: background: dark forest :0 icon: Nico di Angelo! :D font: blocky, kind of like videogame font ig? idk how to describe it but I trust u :3 phrase: 'this system has a Nico di Angelo fictive >:3' stickers: black cat, McDonald's symbol! :D tysm! much luv and tail wags from Eli and the crew! :D

here you go, we hope you enjoy! ooooh I love the stickers, they’re so cute :3

[writing-and-rebloging]

Do you also believe that the are fallen angels in WHB?

(yes this the same person ,who keeps asking every blog about the game ,it’s fun knowing people opinion while we wait for the game ,don’t know if it’s seen as annoying though)

Lucifer regions name is called Paradise Lost ,which is very interesting for me a,and that most of his underlings are covered in bandages.

And I think Gabriel knows more than he lets on ,but idk ,maybe he has no knowledge about Gods whereabouts.

It's not annoying at all! It's lovely that you do that, keeps all of us hyped and all, plus, it really is fun seeing the different responses and opinions. So, ask away whatever and whenever you want!

This is, again, long, and... Uh, cw for biblical stuff, too? Ig? Now!

As for the fallen angels... I have conflicted thoughts about it. On one hand, we know that God created angels, and made them love only him, blindly, to the point of them being hardcore yanderes. Very poor decision making there, give them a hobbie or something, otherwise they'll get overwhelming, you know? Point being, angels suffocated him, so he went and created devils, or demons dealers choice for words. Which is the first (and probably bigger) departure from biblical mythos as far as I'm aware.

Now, do keep in mind that while I know a lot of the common knowledge, grew-up-surrounded-by-catholicism things, I have never actually read the Bible past some audio cassettes I had when I was... In kindergarten or so, and thus might have some things wildly off, however... Demons were originally just sort of there, the bad and evil, the shadows and temptations every good christian fought against, and were opposing God, his teachings and love. Angels fell from grace and turned into demons themselves, dedicated to corrupting humankind and stealing their souls. Right? God didn't create them, he was actively seeking to banish them from existance in the eternal fight of good and evil. But, in WHB, they are created by God himself, who seeked less obsessive company. I suppose they're still opposed, freely going about life vs obsessively reaching for the target of their affection, an interesting parallel shown in how angels dealt with God's disappearance vs how demons dealt with Solomon's, but there's no longer an element of falling from grace, so I'd say that fundamentally and going from that train of thought... No, there aren't fallen angels? At least, not in the traditional sense I would understand it.

On the other hand, we do see there's a seed that can force a demon to turn into an angel (how, or what changes it creates, I have no idea), so the opposite should also be true, angels should be able to turn into demons, thus making the statement that fallen angels do exist true. We'll probably see some of this early on thanks to Gabriel getting caught and apparently ending up siding with us one way or another (unless he's one of the makes no sense but you can buy his card and use him on your battlefield type), be it from his doubt, actually "falling" and/or some impressive mental gymnastics.

Breaking free from their blind devotion could mean no longer being angels, though, since that's their most prominent racial (ish?) trait. It's like taking a cat and giving it the ability to bark instead of meow? If it makes sense? And could make them no longer worthy of being angels, creatures that exist only to fawn over their creator.

Conclusion: i have no fucking idea. Or rather, it depends on how you see it? Are they truly falling, as seen on, idk, Obey me or other media? No. Would they change from one to the other in a way that is easily explained as falling? Well, yes. Way I understand it, personally and until further info, it's like changing on a fundamental level, as if you're playing an rpg and change race from elf to orc, to chose two well known "opposites", rather than getting demoted and branded as no longer welcome. It does give some interesting xeno potential, as a side note.

Hope it made sense! Now, onto the second part of the question!

It is interesting, and suggest that he, and probably some other buggers from the Ars Goetia that were angels became devils from one reason or the other, and one way or another. Either that or he's edgy. He does seem to fancy himself all the fucked up healers so far, for whatever that means in his character and status.

As for Gabriel... Well, as I said, I think we'll get some insight from him on the fallen subject, and on how angel society works in general, since the other two don't show up much so far. But from what we can gather of his character, I think he's not the sharpest tool on the shed, and rather a delusional, overbearing yan who wants his daddy back rather than a cunning mastermind who knows Details and Info of the plot. If he knew where God is, he would have already fled to be with him or get him back somehow, I'd say. He's fun, though, can't wait to bully him.

[liverpool-enjoyer]

who would the liverpool players be if they were in mi7

this,,, is from JULY,, i have no idea how on God's green earth i didnt answer this sooner cause i will do ANYTHING to talk abt mission impossible,,, ANYTHING. anywho its been so long anon probly forgot that they sent this 😭😭 this ones for you anon, whoever you are

ok so basically what im gonna do is cast everyone as the characters role in the story rather than the characters themselves. so like for exmaple its like an au of sorts. like im saying trent would be our main man ethan not bc they share personality traits, but bc i could see trent filling out the main character kinda role.

ok so anyway!!! yeah trent is ethan!! look me in the eyes n tell me trent wouldnt have the time of his damn life as an action movie hero. i could totally see him filling out an ethan kinda role. hes still,,, relatively young ig(???) jus like how ethan was in the first movie, which in combination to him being naive led to him being betrayed. n i could see trent doing whatever it takes to get the mission done, so long as no innocents or his fellow imf agents are harmed

now WHO is ethan without ilsa!!! youre gonna hafta hear me out for this one but for ilsa im going w robbo. now HEAR ME OUT as i said this is based less off personality n more on the role they play in the story. n ethan n ilsa are equals, they UNDERSTAND each other. but the MAIN reason i chose robbo as ilsa is bc of my choice for,,,

grace!! grace would be dominik. now i chose this bc in the movie ethan (trent) is forced to choose between the lives of someone hes known n loved for literal years n understands more than he understands himself (ilsa/robbo),,, n some rando he met like five minutes ago (grace/dominik). n he ACTUALLY STRUGGLES TO CHOOSE BETWEEN EM DESPITE THERE BEING A P OBVIOUS ANSWER. now tell me that doesnt work w their lil friendship triangle. also no shade to grace i love her shes a real one but idk what mcq was thinking w that

ok for the rest a the team!!! good ol reliable luther is virgil. this ones simple. bro jus gets the job DONE yknow??? n i could totally see virg n trent having a similar relationship to ethan n luther, w equal parts helping each other out n ragging on each other

oh, my dearly beloved sweet benji,,, when we see him in ghost protocol hes a new field agent, so im going w our lil harvey. hes just starting out, but hes super promising n will surely grow into his own <3 also benjis jus a silly lil guy. n what is harvey if not that

ok i know I KNOW you said lfc players specifically but,,, there are some characters that i feel would work best w players from other teams

my beloved alanna n zola for example i kinda wanna say would be pedri n gavi respectively. yeah the ages are mixed up but why am i lowkey kinda seeing the vision of charasmatic philanthropist/secret arms dealer pedri n everpresently angry/socially awkward brother gavi. it also works that alanna n zola are siblings cause gavi n pedri are literally the same fucking person. im also realizing now that this means dominik would hafta impersonate pedri which is,,, kinda funny

paris would be sergio ramos. bc theyre fucking crazy.

OK LIKE IM ACTUALLY PROUD A THIS BUT IM SO SAD THAT THE ORIGINAL ANON PROBLY WONT SEE IT CAUSE I TOOK SO LONG 😭😭 N I DONT THINK ANY A YALL ARE INTO M:I SO DAMN

[orviposition]

the side stories are eating me up inside but like. just out of absurd curiosity. Out of all of the kimcom nebula+kdj ofc who would you choose to be your sponsor? objectively, no favorite characters. Just overall helpfulness, stigmas and stories strength, and of course "how easy would it be to put up with this person in the entirety of the scenarios" XD that is if they dont accidentally get you killed before the end, but thats why this should be objective lol

oh tbh i feel like my best bet as far as utilities go would be hsy or lgy. they are, all things considered, all rounders especially hsy's avatar skill and lgy's pathfinding abilities.

now i know that kdj's bookmark is hella useful and yjh's special skills are strong af but both of them (+jhw ljh and jhy) are main damage dealers and i wouldnt want that role in an apocalypse. plus lets be real both yjh and i are short tempered individuals. he would decimate within seconds bcs we'd get on each others nerves

sys is on the same lvl as lgy when it comes to utilities. her taming is super useful to have

ysa, tbh i dont rmbr much of her skills after reincarnation but she'd definitely be the easiest to hang with

and i wouldn't choose lhs and lsh either cuz i wouldnt want to be a party's shielder/healer either (tho it's super useful for myself i suppose)

so ig my choices would be (spoilers for the side story)

architect of the false last act

lotus under moonlight

sneaky schemer

just fingers crossed i get only one of them to choose from otherwise I'd have to wait until the 2nd sponsor selection

[vacantgodling]

Costume, courage, and darkness for the magic ask game

And dealer's choice for the relationships ask game for Hya (aka whichever would be the most fun to answer)

( @angsty-prompt-hole )

thank you!!! :’)

COSTUME - How much research have you done for your WIP?

tbh for most wips i do end up doing a lot of research just bc (1) i think research and learning without guidelines or constraints is really fun and (2) i’m subject to fall down wiki rabbit holes so i end up learning more than i initially intend and then it makes it’s way into the wip or a wip somehow lol

COURAGE - What's the last word you had to google the definition of?

UM,,,, idk off the top of my head? ig beneaux — just to see if it’s an actual word that means something and it ain’t SO lol

DARKNESS - Would you rather start a WIP with no plan, or with everything planned to the exact detail?

everything planned to the exact detail bc planning is actually my favorite part of writing. i love concocting the story and all the scenarios and all the little bits and bobs in my head… i mean deadass this is how i’m “writing” tcol. i have so much planning and so very little actual prose but i’m 100% ok with that.

AND HYA MY DARLING LMAOOO. even tho these are relationship asks i’ll mostly focus on hya’s side of things :3c

15. What names are they saved as on each other’s phone?

if hya had a phone (cellphones aren’t a thing in paramour but rotary phones are lmao) amon would be saved as “nuisance” or “butler” lmao. once they got married it might change to just “amon” but if amon did something that irritated him it’d change back to “nuisance” LMAO

16. What would they consider quality time?

literally the cutest thing hya enjoys is reading together. they actually snuggle up and literally amon will be behind hya and reading over his shoulder and they’ll talk about the book as they read. he may not say it out loud but it’s honestly his favorite thing to do and it’s the most genuinely content you’ll ever see him fr. he may even smile a little (GASP)

31. Do they fall in love easily?

he doesn’t but that’s extremely obvious. if amon wasn’t in the picture seriously i doubt that hya would ever date or have sex with anyone; no one is up to his standards AND no one would probably want to put in the leg work to get past his outer shell. and the thing is; even once you get closer to him that doesn’t mean he’s going to change necessarily. there isn’t a “stoic and mean outside to soft caring inside” situation going on here. it’s irritatble stoic and domineering and then slightly more docile but you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you squint. hya is very lucky that amon is fucking into him and into that in general bc tbh as much as i love hya he is an EXHAUSTING man. if you piss him off he’ll be pissed for days (unless you’re amon and you can get him to release that outlet), he’s not going to start the conversation most of the time and he will finish it. you have to have a lot of balls and self confidence to be with him and tbh it makes him respect amon even if, again, he won’t say it out loud or to your face.

35. What moment did they realise that they were in love?

this is interesting to think about especially in context of canon. i don’t think there was a sneaking suspicion or anything like that with hya—for him it was honestly that he noticed AMON starting to fall in love with him, or, even if not love starting to care about him more than just barbs when they talked and good raunchy sex. and that terrified him. he started to push amon away because he couldn’t bear the idea of amon caring about him; but he spent so much time focusing on amon NOT caring about him that he didn’t realize all the ways that he himself was caring as well. there’s a scene where hya and erecia go somewhere together and usually hya and amon are together and he’s on edge the entire time. he remembers things about amon, when he can’t be assed to remember shit about anyone. he worries about amon’s safety even if he won’t say it etc etc. it deadass isn’t until amon is CRYING and saying to his face that i’m in fucking love with you that it hits hya that oh *god* — i fucking care about him too.

but he doesn’t react how you’d expect. you’d expect him to yell and scream and vehemently deny it but i think what’s crazy and fascinating and makes me obsessed with hya is he actually feels a lot of his true feelings quietly. amon begs him not to go back to the chateau and he says, evenly, even after they were just SCREAMING at each other that he can’t. why? because he doesn’t want amon to face the keeper alone. he bandages amon up, but doesn’t look him in the eyes. he loves quietly because that’s the only way he can and i’m obsessed with it.

42. Have they ever been jealous?

hya is definitely a jealous man but in some aspects he’s never had anything trigger his jealousy about amon. to side track to amon briefly, amon is literally MAGNETIZED to hya. there isn’t a single person who monopolizes his attention more. even if he’s doing something else all hya has to do is step into a room and amon is orbiting him; like a planet and it’s moon. so amon’s never really given hya a reason to be jealous though… if he ever did or tried, he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week let’s put it that way.

[honey-dont]

i can't rly think of anything specific rn i'm sorry but i still wanna send u a ship for the meme so treat this ask as a wildcard/dealer's choice ig? whatever you're Hoping someone will send u. do that one :3c

doing it for flatdust bc i love when trains hold hands :3c

[brucewaynehater101]

In the death family au, do you think that after Jason raised Damian and cares about him, would he try to avoid Bruce finding about Damian and what would Bruce think about it. I think he would still came back like he did in Canon but he would probably return to the loa if he likes it there or probably run away with Damian if he thinks the loa is not good for them. Would Bruce try to find him?

I had to scroll so far down to find the post you were referencing to make sure I remembered it correctly :(

I'm really glad you asked about it, though!!!

Jason's priorities in this AU would vastly change from what they are in canon. Jason, at first, starts down the revenge path. He wants to twist Damian away from his parents.

Now, two paths can emerge from this:

One, good mom Talia! Through her constant demonstration of love, support, and understanding, Jason starts to see her as family and begins healing (instead of festering in his hate and valid trust issues).

Two, bad person Talia. Jason never drops his guard around her and becomes worryingly defensive of Damian (trauma bonding and forced activation of protective instincts). Damian is now Jason's kid, and he'll bite anyone who tries to separate them (a blurred line between father or brother figure).

Either way, Jason will fight till his strength leaves him to keep Damian away from Bruce (Dealer's choice on how bad Bruce is).

With the first option, Jason may trust Talia with her kid as he leaves to go do Red Hood shit (though not nearly the same. Jason's a bit more healed). He visits Talia and Damian regularly until Talia decides to let Damian live with Jason. Then they split custody of him.

With the second option, Jason takes Damian and bolts. He settles in Gotham because it's the only place he knows where he can protect Damian from Talia and the League.

Now... not sure how Bruce finds out. Talia tells him, Steph or Barbara find out, chance meeting, etc. Jason doesn't give a fuck about parental rights. Damian is his kid (brother? Same thing to him). Talia and Bruce can go make a new one instead of bothering him and Damian.

Bruce has control issues sometimes... so that might not go well for Jason depending on how horrid you make Bruce. Dealer's choice, ig