#but most of what sticks out is just. the will they wont they hell

[xlugger]

^that too. BH may have come up w/ the original idea, but one man cannot write/animate/voice act/orchestrate an entire show in a reasonable time frame AND have it be TV quality.

DP has flaws, but they're ones I can look past. (most of the good stuff is fandom created anyway)

still thinking abt whatever the FUCK that anon was on, like

DP almost NEVER gets official merch, and when it does it always looks ugly af. and since Nick owns the property and not BH, he makes a solid 0$ on it.

Also like, the best parts of DP are all the parts he didn't touch? the show's style was developed by Stephen Silver, and it's almost universally agreed S3 (the one Butch wrote) was the worst season by FAR. only thing he'd even VAUGELY profit off of is views on his 10 years later series, but the art's ugly/off model as shit and half the ideas are nonsensical and don't fit into canon well/are ooc for the charas.

idk much about HP but??? did you know anything b4 barging into my inbox?

[puhpandas]

Um, while I have your attention, spoilers for the books:

Gregory was revealed to be Patient 46.

okay so I just looked this up and apparently it's from the GGY tales from the pizzaplex book.

tbh I'm not that upset if they do this right. when you take away the piles and piles of headcanons for Gregory's character he doesnt have a lot going on. him being patient 46 would actually give him a character and explain a lot of things about him that were mysterious before. like why he was just. inside of Freddy at the beginning of the game. and why there are a bunch of camps made around the pizzaplex that looks like someone lives in them.

it would also make plenty of sense why Gregory's picture is in the newspaper. I remember seeing his silhouette and just seeing it as more proof for the homeless theory, but now it actually seems like his brain was hijacked like Vanessa's and his whole life was just screwed over.

I'm excited to see more about this in the DLC (if they even touch on it...). for all we know the book series could be not canon and this all means nothing. it's a real possibility based off of fnafs track record 💀

and since patient 46 has female pronouns, that means Gregory is trans! hell yeah!! ‼‼

[eph3merall]

dealer!chris x innocent!bff!reader hcs 🦌

dealer!chris . . . who always has a part of his mind thinking about you. what are you up to? classes? work? friends? hangouts? he'll text you and pretend to not care much, but deep down he just doesn't want to admit how much he worries over this girl who is just his friend.

innocent!bff!reader . . . loves and adores all things autumn. her clothes are fall staples that include lots of denim and earthy tones. so whenever she's hanging out with chris and sees something to add to her closet or keep as a trinket or decoration, she'll look up to chris with pretty lil' eyes and how could he deny her? sometimes he'll purposefully look away and shove her away from the store because she keeps burning a hole through his pocket.

dealer!chris . . . despises situations where innocent!bff!reader roped into his 'job'. there are shady people buying some strong shit from him, and he knows matt would also screw him over if innocent!bff!reader got harmed because of him. matt sees you as a best friend, someone he needs to protect because his brother is a little fucking stupid sometimes. dealer!chris always tries avoiding problems when it seems as if you're gonna get involved with any of his deals.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who's had a boyfriend or two before. she's just never had sex, and once she told chris he was laughing at her and giggling with his eyes all red. 'fuckin'... you're jokin', right kid?' and when she tells chris she's dated less than five people he's laughing harder. gosh, what an asshole.

dealer!chris . . . always carries a lighter with a printed cat photo on it that innocent!bff!reader glued/taped onto it. keeps a picture of her in his wallet as well—a polaroid of her awhile back in the winter, running into the horizon as snow fell around her frame. he could hear the giggles she made just by looking at the photo.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who has severe nosebleeds once every few months or so. it'll get so bad to the point she's crying because she thinks she's gonna die—with chris grumbling all annoyed with his hand fisting her hair so it doesnt get caked in blood. sometimes hes high and just stares at times while she yells at him to get her a hairtie or to grab ahold of most of her hair.

dealer!chris . . . who's, again, literally just an asshole to everyone. you're barely an exception. one second he'll be laughing with you and once he's with a buyer or some of his friends, he'll act like you're some dirt on his shoe. plus he's just plain ol' mean. wont take bullshit from anyone, not even his brothers. matt pisses him off more than nick does. but of course, they're his brothers. so he isnt.. that mean.

innocent!bff!reader . . . who grew up sheltered from everything in life. her parents are overprotective and she's their only child—only serving to make them more anxious when she's out. met chris through nick since the two were in a class together. something clicked and they've been hanging out ever since, usually in groups. chris and his friends are nott a good influence on her. but her mother doesn't have to know, does she?

dealer!chris . . . lovess cute coupley things. he just won't ever admit it to anyone he knows, not even his brothers if they ask or jab at him. secretly, he loves it when innocent!bff!reader hugs him tight or brushes her fingers across his skin. but he'll always stick to his go-to response—a scoff and he's pushing her away, muttering some shit like 'god, fuckin'.. annoying as hell always touchin' me.'

innocent!bff!reader . . . tries getting herself off with her fingers for the first time in awhilee since meeting chris because he just makes her feel so weird. all hot and bothered and it's gotten so overwhelming that humping her pillow alone in her dorm room isn't enough, so she's sliding her fingers inside her cunt slowly and mewling all softly in the privacy of her dorm room. she doesn't even realize that she secretly wants chris to see her like this.

dealer!chris . . . fucks with girls left and right. a new chick at each party that he sells some drugs to, and, if they're pretty enough.. he'll let them suck his dick or something. hey, he got to cum down some pretty brunette's throat and got a fat stack of cash? win-win. but when he met innocent!bff! reader... she went to house parties with him sometimes. which resulted in him not getting to fuck a girl's throat-which also resulted in dealer!chris fucking his own fist at night with the thought of you in his head.

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©eph3merall 2024

[axelsagewrites]

Jace Velaryon*Frat Baby

Pairing: Jace x pregnant!f!reader

Word count: 1688

Warnings: rivalry, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Masterlist Here

Part One Here

Jace had went from being your sworn childhood enemy to fuck buddy to now the most awkward conversation of your life. You had been avoiding completely for the past month as you debated what to do so when Jace got the ‘we need to talk’ text he made sure he was free the next day for lunch. You were sat in a café across from campus, anxiously sipping on the caffeine-free tea Sansa had insisted you switch to instead of your regular coffee.

You wondered if the hole in your stomach was morning sickness or nerves but you just crossed your fingers and hoped for the best as you waited. Jace walked in, dressed like a burst bag of clothes, and anxiously scanned the room before rushing to your table. “You’re late,”

“Class ran over. have you ordered?” he said making you roll your eyes at his lack of apology as he ordered from the very perky waitress you were for some unknown reason suddenly jealous of. after he ordered, even ordering you your favourite sandwich which you were shocked he knew, he turned his attention back to you, “So what’s ‘Defcon one’?” he asked, quoting your text.

You took a deep breath as you debated how to say it before suddenly the words tumbled out, “I’m late,”

“I thought you didn’t have class today?” Jace asked, tilting his head like a confused puppy making you face palm. A few beats of silence passed before Jace said a quiet oh, followed by a louder oh, followed by a “oh fuck,” followed by one more quiet oh.

“You good?”

“I mean sure. Are you?” he asked, sitting up suddenly and leaning over the table and dropping his voice, “Does it like hurt?”

You stared at this frat boy for a solid three seconds before rolling your eyes, “I’m pregnant not dying!”

“I thought it hurt, okay?”

“It hurts later on,”

“How am I supposed to know that?”

“Highschool biology!”

“I ditched that week!”

“Yeah, to fuck Sara Snow!” the waitress who brought your food offer gave an awkward smile making you both sigh and drop your voice. “Look I get this isn’t what we planned for but,” you paused for a second before finally saying the words out loud, “I wanna keep it, him, her, them I don’t know. but either way I totally do not expect you do be involved and I wont even tell your mom but I- “

“Eh!” Jace cut you off, his eyes widening as his shoulders tensed, “No! you don’t get to just toss me aside during this,”

“I’m not tossing you aside- “

“Yes, you are! It’s my kid!”

“It’s a clump of cells,”

“My god damn cells. Half of them belong to me,”

“What you want me to stick em on a petri dish?” you spat out, “Look I’m just trying to give you an out,”

“Who said I wanted an out?”

“You wanna raise this baby?”

“Yes, I wanna raise *my* baby,”

“It’s my baby,”

“Our baby!” Jace said before sighing, “Look I’m not going anywhere and don’t for a second think I’m gonna leave my kid behind thinking I’m a dead beat. No this is what’s gonna happen- “

“You are in no position to tell me what to do- “

“Shut up!” Jace snapped, “Honest to god shut up and listen to me okay cause I am freaked the fuck out right now but I am not gonna abandon you,” he said and you weren’t sure if it was the foetus getting to your brain but it was the sweetest way he’d ever told you to shut up which would normally be met with a rude slap, “We are gonna do this together. I’m gonna get a part time job at my family’s firm. We’re gonna save like hell and then by the time our last year rolls around the baby will be like what? 3 months?”

“Two,” you said as you let Jace recover from his spiral.

“Right two. We’re gonna get a flat off campus and we’ll just have to pick our classes at the same time to make sure we can do it, okay?” he said but the way his eyes were strained made you wonder if he was genuinely asking for reassurance.

“We got this,” you said, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand, “We’ll figure it out,”

Jace let out a heavy sigh of relief as he sunk into his chair and picked up his sandwich, “Okay good. Now eat up. And we’re getting dessert too. You’re eating for two,”

-

Shockingly Jace had been sweet this whole time. each day he dropped off snacks or random baby things he’d found at your dorm. This ranged from dummies to blankets to a fucking crib catalogue. When summer break came you were pregnant, terrified, and explaining to both your parents and Jace’s about the whole situation.

They were unpredictably happy. That was till you told them you weren’t a couple and your mums both deflated a little but eventually they got back with the programme. You expected Jace to lap up his final child free summer out partying but instead he took day trips with you to the beach, went out baby shopping with you, and would just sit in with you watching movies and eating ice cream. You wondered if he was trying to make you gain 100 sizes by the end of this pregnancy with the amount of junk food, he got you. he’d even drive over at 2am with whatever weird pregnancy craving you had.

The giving birth part was the terrifying bit. But Jace held your hand through every push. “Just one more,” the midwife told you as you began to break Jace’s hand with your grip but finally you heard the cries and let your head fall back into the pillow as you panted, “It’s a girl!”

“We have a daughter,” Jace grinned, a wide dopey smile on his face. His head turned to face you and soon you broke out in your own smile as they cleaned your baby up. You saw his head begin to dip but this kiss was far different from any other.

It was sweet and tender and life altering even if it lasted a second before the woman brought your daughter over and placed her on your chest, “Hi baby,” you cooed at her.

Jace leant over to get a better view, “She’s so pretty,” he whispered, “just like you,” he added as he kissed the top of your head, not even poking fun at the sweaty state of it.

-

Jace moved into the guest room at your house for the first week of your daughter's life but soon he ended up in your room. He said it was for convenience but that didn’t explain why he held you in his arms. As you began to unpack your things in your new flat as your baby slept you turned to Jace, “What are we?” you asked as he unpacked the plates.

He rolled his eyes at you as he put them in the cupboard, “My girlfriend you idiot,”

“You never asked,” you shot back, hand on hip.

He turned to you with his cockiest face possible, “Sorry I thought between the sex, cuddling, and baby we just had you would’ve caught on,”

“Uhuh,” you rolled your eyes as he turned away from you to continue unpacking but you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your cheek against his back, “Ask me,”

You could hear him chuckle before he turned around, taking your face in his hands, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You grinned before putting on your best thinking face, “I suppose I could be,”

“You suppose,” he rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he lent in to kiss you only to be rudely interrupted by a loud knocking at the door. “I’m gonna kill him,” Jace groaned as he ran to the door to stop the noise, so the baby didn’t wake.

“What up bro?” Cregan whisper shouted as he hurled into your flat, “Where’s the baby?”

“She’s in the nursery sleeping,” Jace said, slapping him in the stomach as he mentioned the sleep.

Cregan rolled his eyes as he passed Jace and walked up to you with an overflowing gift bag, “Consider this a baby-welcome home-nice to meet you properly gift,” he said as he handed you the bag.

You laughed as you began to empty the contents onto the bunker to find university baby sized hoodies, t shirts, hats, and even a scarf. Of course, digging further in you found a soccer jersey, baby sized of course, rattles, and then your hand settled on a box. “Condoms?” you asked, holding the box in the air.

“Hey!” Cregan defended, hands in the air, “She’s cute and all but I’m not ready to be a double uncle. They’ll overtake me when I babysit,”

You and Jace turned to each other before looking back at him, eyes narrowing with concern, “Who said you were babysitting?” Jace asked.

Cregan just rolled his eyes as he began to wander and look for the nursery, “Bitch please she needs me. I’m the fun uncle,”

“You’re not her uncle?” you said as he reached the pink painted nursery door.

Cregan span round, hand on heart and hurt in his eyes, “Not cool man. She’s not just your guy’s baby. She’s basically the frat baby,”

You debated arguing more but watching Cregan, a built like a truck manly man, fawn over a baby no bigger than a doll was too cute to interfere with. You weren’t sure how you survived university with a baby and a Jace btu somehow with a lot of help from Cregan and Sansa who had become expert babysitters by now you managed. Some day you would have to explain to your daughter her parents were sworn enemies but not today. No today your daughter was three years old and teaching Jace to do Taylor Swift choreography with her so they could surprise you.

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila @jacesvelaryons

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[z0mbiewh0re]

Bf!Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: argument with rafe.

Warnings: cursing. Toxic. Slight smut? Slight Angst? Fem!Reader.

He did it again.

Like always.

Why does he always has to act like such an asshole?

You didnt know.

Hell, you were sure he didnt either.

In one Moment he is all sweet and then his mood changes and he gets all moody with you and treats you like shit.

You dont even remember why you fought this time it was probally the most stupid thing like always.

"Baby, im sorry."

He said, sighing. But you didnt answere.

He always did that. Said something mean what hurts you and the moment he realise he went to far he starts apologizing and sweet talk you. But he didnt mean it. He never did.

When he was met with your silence he sighs again louder this time. Rafe was a Drama Queen. When something didnt work out like he wanted he snaps.

"Really? You wanna play it like that?" he continued, unamused.

"Fine."

Rafe wasn’t one to back down easily.

but when it came to you, he’d do anything to stop you from being mad at him.

He just couldnt without you.

He groans annoyed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and throws you over his shoulder completely ignoring you squirming.

He's going to take you out. Let you order and eat as much you want.

Go Shopping with you buying you pretty dresses and skirts.

Of course he is going to carry your bags around. And if your shoes get to uncomfortable of course he is going to carry you too like the princess you where for him.

Rafe knew this maybe wont work on you.

But he at least has to try.

One minute more of this silent treatment and he would loose his temper. And he really tried not to.

He wanted to hear your pretty voice again. Even if you just yell at him.

He needs you.

He walked over to his car, and gently let you down into the passenger seat. He then came around to the driver’s side, and sats down before he buckles you up and gives you a small forhead kiss.

Then he buckles himself up and starts the car, making his way to your favorite Restaurant.

With an annoyed huff you turn your gaze out of the window while crossing your arms over your chest.

He looked at you for a secound before turning his gaze on the road again.

He knew he riled you up for sure this time.

he could feel the tension in the air, and it was so thick it was almost suffocating.

It made him sick.

He didn’t even like arguing with you.

it made him feel like trash, seeing you annoyed because of him. But he just had to open his damn mouth and cause a scene.

He didnt know why he always acted like that.

He just couldnt control his anger.

It was so stupidly hot inside of this fucking car.

But of course he didnt turn the air conditioning on.

He always said he doesnt want you to get sick.

Annoying.

You tried to open with window but it was locked.

how unnecessary.

"Open the window..."

You mutter annoyed.

He raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised that you were talking to him rather than keeping up your one-sided silent treatment.

He didn’t hesitate, though, and rolled your window down.

"There you go."

he said flatly, keeping his eyes on the road.

Why did he say it like that?!

Did he except you to thank him?

You sticked your hand out of the window enjoying the cold air against your warm skin.

You wouldve thanked him.

Rafe hated it when you were a ungreatful brat. But right now he deserved everything but an "thanks".

A small pang of irritation flared inside of him as you didn’t even give him a ‘thank you’.

He wasn’t expecting one anyway, he did cause this, after all.

But still.

He let out a huff of breath, grip tightening on the steering-wheel. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

"You’re not gonna say it?"

he asked.

"Dont know what you mean."

You say annoyed laying your hand on the outside of the car.

He felt the annoyance grow even more inside of him.

"Jesus Christ..."

he muttered under his breath.

He knew you’d try to get under his skin. You weren’t gonna let go of this.

“Say 'thank you'."

he prompted through gritted teeth.

He couldn’t take your snarky attitude anymore. Even for a moment longer.

He pulled the car into an empty parking lot as soon as he found one, he turned off the car and turned to you.

"Say. It. Now."

He demanded.

You shook your head. You where pushing it. You knew that. But after the things he said to you earlier he deserved it.

"Or what? You gonna yell at me again?"

You asked looking at him.

You could see the anger in his eyes.

"I’ll do more than just yell at you. Say it."

he ordered, eyes narrowing, his voice dropping low.

"For what?! rolling my window down because you for whatever reason have a stupid childlock in your window?!"

You snap.

He reached over and gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"Stop testing my patience."

his grip on your jaw tightens.

"If I tell you to say ‘thank you’, you say ‘thank you’. Got it?"

He says while gritting his teeths.

You slap his hand away and move to open the door.

A surge of anger passed through him as you slapped his hand away. He really didn’t want to hurt you, but you were really starting to push his damn buttons way to much.

He leaned over and pushed you back into the seat, one hand gripping your hip and the other resting on your neck.

his eyes boring into yours.

"Stay in that damn seat. Im not done talking with you."

he said, as his jaw clenched.

"I dont care if youre done or not cause i am!"

You snap.

"I don’t care!"

he mocked, his patience wearing thin.

"You’re acting like a goddamn child right now. If you can’t even say ‘thank you’ for me rolling the window down, than maybe you need to learn how to act respectful. God, you’re acting as bratty as Wheezie right now."

He says as he pressed down on your neck slightly.

"Im acting like a child?! Youre whining like a little bitch because i didnt thank you!"

His eyes widened at the insult as his anger flared.

"Stop. Talking. Bullshit. If anyone’s acting like a little bitch, it’s you. You can’t even act like a goddamn adult for ten minutes and show me any sort of respectful appreciation."

he fired back, raising his voice.

"Maybe because you dont deserve any kind of respect after acting like a stupid asshole the whole morning!"

You yell.

"I was acting like a stupid ass-"

he cut himself off mid-sentence, scoffing in disbelief, and rubbed a hand over his face, taking a deep breath.

"Well, Jesus Christ, maybe you should’ve just let me apologize back there instead of giving me the silent treatment and acting like a goddamn brat!"

he retorted, voice growing more strained.

"Yeah Rafe do that again. everyone is wrong except you! Stop with that fucking victim playing its seriously so exhausting!"

You yell.

You where right.

He always did that!

He lets his anger out on you making you lose your mind but acts like you started.

"You know I get angry easily, yet you’re still being an irrational, annoying little pain in the ass like you always are!"

he snaps back, his temper getting thiner.

"You’re acting like a spoiled little brat right now, acting like all of this is entirely my fault. You always act like you’re always right, but guess what? You’re not!"

He yells.

You take a deep breath as you shake your head and look out of the window.

He lets out an exasperated huff.

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like arguing with you at all. Seeing you annoyed because of him was the last thing he wanted.

He stayed silent a moment before he tried to speak again, voice lowering a slight bit.

"Look at me."

he ordered.

Your ignore his order looking at the trees around the parking lot.

He raised an eyebrow at your actions, his anger growing once more.

"baby, I said look at me."

he repeated.

You sigh as you turn your gaze back to him.

"What?"

You ask still a bit annoyed but clearly more calm then before.

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he saw you turn to face him.

He took a sharp breath.

"You’re actually giving me a headache, you know that?"

he muttered.

"That feeling is mutual."

You say with a huff.

As annoying as he found you at the moment, he still couldn’t deny the fact that he needed you.

He exhaled another irritated sigh, as he laid his hand on your thigh.

"Stop being so difficult, baby. It’s just making things worse for both of us..."

he said, voice taking on a softer tone.

"You started all of this."

You said looking down at his hand.

“I did.”

he admitted with a nod.

“But you’re the one keeping it going with that bratty attitude of yours.”

he pointed out, gesturing to you.

"Cry about it..."

You mutter under your breath as his grip on your thigh tightens.

"Keep this up and i give you a reason to cry about."

He says with a stern tone.

You just nod. You didnt wanted to keep this up. You didnt wanted to keep fight with him.

You have to admit you liked pushing his buttons but real fighting was different.

He raised an eyebrow at your nod in response, not expecting you to be compliant so soon.

"Why are you being so compliant now, baby?" he questioned, a bit of confusion laced in his voice.

"Not in the mood for this anymore."

You simply say.

A hint of relief flashed across his face.

"That’s good, because honestly, this arguing is getting tedious as hell."

he admitted.

"You done acting out?"

He asked.

"You done making me act out?"

You asked back.

"Only if youre a good girl and make it up to me."

[ratatoast]

Son coeur est le tien

Alastor x Reader qpr (general headcanons)

a/n: halfway through writing this, i realised that maybe my idea of a qpr might be different than someone else's haha,,, also, this is the very first time I've written for hazbin hotel lol (and should i mention that english isn't my first language? haha)

that being said, i hope y'all enjoy this mess :P

also also if y'all would like me to continue writing Alastor qpr (cuz there's def a shortage on that), feel free to send me prompts :)) i obvi wont write nsfw, but other than that, i think anything is fine (?)

Being in a qpr with the radio demon would include…

Long talks over tea/coffee

There’s never any awkward silence between the two of you. You two could be chatting about the most mundane things, and the conversation would still flow perfectly.

He’d definitely learn exactly how you like your hot beverage.

I personally can’t imagine him being an avid coffee drinker tbh, but I don’t think he’d mind if you are one.

Takes your tea parties very seriously, knows all your favourite pastries, puts on some smooth jazz, brings out the fine china, etc

Loves listening to you talking about your day, your current interests, hobbies, etc. Even if the topic itself isn’t all that interesting to him, he’ll still listen to you.

The both of you love gossiping with each other. Neither of you will admit it to others though.

Petnames

You very rarely hear your given name come out of this man’s mouth.

He never calls you anything that he deems too sickly sweet, usually sticks to dear, sweetheart, or darling.

If he’s having a particularly great day, he might call you love, but that doesn’t happen very often.

Constant praises & words of affirmation

I think words of affirmation is one of his main love languages.

He constantly showers you with praises, telling you how gorgeous you look, how witty your jokes are, etc.

We all know that this man is a charmer, however his compliments to you are more than just empty words… most of the time :p

Do keep in mind that this man is a master manipulator tho, so he isn't above using sweet talk to get what he wants.

Playful banter that keeps you on your toes

He loves a good back and forth, especially if his darling is a particularly witty individual.

The two of you can turn any conversation into a battle of words.

However, if you take it too far, he’s not afraid to put you in your place with a couple of sharp words, aimed to hurt.

But most of the time it’s just good fun :)

Never having to so much as lift a finger

He’s very big on acts of service.

Forget about opening doors or pulling out chairs for yourself.

He takes being a gentleman very seriously, especially when it comes to you.

But not only is he a gentleman, he’s also a powerful overlord.

So if you ever need anything, be that a new pair of shoes, or getting rid of a particularly nasty demon, consider it done.

Being his closest confidant

We all know that Alastor has many acquaintances, however he falls short on meaningful connections.

He doesn’t let people get too close to him, and it is sort of understandable why.

You are one of the only exceptions to that.

You know more about this man than all of hell combined.

It took a while for him to open up to you, and even longer until he started telling you about his past.

He’s the kind to drop hints about himself and let you figure out the rest.

Trust goes a long way with him, I think he’d be more open to sharing his plans and such with someone that he knows won’t question his every move.

Even so, there’s still a lot that you don’t know about him, but you’ll just have to take what you can.

You can dress however you want… as long as it fits his taste

He’s not all too picky about what you wear.

Contrary to popular belief, he wouldn’t expect you to be in full glam 24/7.

If you like more revealing clothes, well, he’ll just have to make sure that anyone that dares to as much as look at you the wrong way is taken care of.

That being said, looking well put together is a must.

You represent him in a way, and he expects you to look the part.

He can’t have you wandering the streets of hell in rags that not even the lowest sinners would wear.

Absolutely no modern technology allowed

Do I even need to explain this?

He’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to the possibility of Vox messing with you.

You are never truly alone

Alastor would make sure to accompany you on your outings as much as his schedule allows it.

But let’s be real, he’s a very busy man.

He makes sure that a few of his shadows keep an eye on you though, even in his absence.

I don’t think your personal strength matters in this case, as I’ve mentioned before, there’s very little that this man wouldn’t do for you, especially when it comes to your personal safety.

Lets you get closer to him than anyone else

This time, I’m talking about physical closeness.

We all know that he isn’t big on physical touch.

However, I feel like you could get away with a lot more than others.

When the two of you are walking somewhere, it’s not unusual for him to offer you his arm.

When you’re standing next to him, he sometimes rests his hand on your back, although that is often a subconscious thing.

If you’re having a particularly rough day, he isn’t too opposed to letting you hug him.

You can also get away with laying on his lap sometimes, and if he’s feeling exceptionally gracious, he might even pet your hair.

PDA is definitely a big no-no, on one hand he has an image to protect, but I also just don’t think he’d be too comfortable with showing his more vulnerable side in public.

As for kisses… if you haven’t seen each other in a while, he might greet you with a kiss on your hand, but that’s as far as it ever goes.

He’s not a very touchy-feely person, so if that bothers you… good luck finding someone better than the radio demon ;)

me af tbh lmao

anway, thanks for reading pookies mwah (slash platonic lol)

[ewingstan]

So one of Ward's main themes has been asking what's needed to change as a person. Its the whole setup for Breakthrough: People who've done horrible things trying to become better. There's been lots of sub-themes within that—accountability, punishment and repentance, separating yourself from your past. There's been a constant counter to it, with most of the foils or antagonistic forces expressing the idea that you can't get better and might as well let yourself get worse. Lisa does this through her pessimism about things getting better. A lot of the minor career villains have represented it through their willingness to "be more brutal" rather than stick to the old rules we're pretending anyone followed. Cradle represented it through how he blamed Rain for not letting him stay good, and before that the rest of the cluster represented it through blaming Rain for their own bloodthirstiness via bleedthrough. "This isn't my fault, the world is making me bad" has repeatedly been positioned as the obstacle to "Regardless of why I did wrong before, I can put in work to get better."

I do think that "others are too quick to judge agents for reacting to bad circumstances imperfectly" is a bigger problem then "people are too willing to blame their circumstances for their behavior." Mostly because those unfair judgements of moral character has been the justification for uncountable cruel punishments throughout history, lead to untold people being paralyzed by the fear of Hell, lead to children being treated like they needed evil beaten out of them and convicts being treated like they're being disrespectful for daring to continue drawing breath. It can be hard for me to overcome my gut reaction towards anything that seems to be arguing for moral responsibility, because I genuinely think our ethical systems would be better without that concept being included.

But, that's not quite what Ward is doing, at least not when its at its best. "You need to take responsibility" in the sense of recognizing that you could act differently in the future is, strictly speaking, different from "you need to be held responsible" in the sense I find harmful. So as far as central themes go, its not bad. I have resistances to finding it astounding, but it's not an inherently terrible angle or anything.

That said, Ward has framed the opposing theme in counterproductive ways. While "the world wouldn't let me change" can work as a good beat, its not something that people are consciously thinking and being motivated by. We can talk about "they thought I was a monster, so they stripped me of all means to live honestly, so I had to live as a monster" or even "they thought I was a monster, so none would speak with me except others they considered monsters, and we made each other our worst selves," but in neither of those cases is the character's actions driven by their own belief that people wont let them be good��its driven by the actual external circumstances of how people treat them and restrict opportunities. So the way Cradle suddenly starts behaving horribly, not because others are treating him in ways that affect his material circumstances, but because of his reaction to the cluster bleedthrough—it just feels mistaken to even invoke "you made me a monster" as a trope. It doesn't work as a critique of pushing the blame for your actions onto others, because Cradle's reasoning for pushing the blame onto others feels written as an afterthought.

My problem with how this is treated in Amy are related, but not identical. A few chapter's ago, Amy complained about the world not letting her change. I don't think it made much sense for her, not only because her becoming someone who externalizes her issues feels like an unsatisfying direction for her after Worm, but more directly because it doesn't make sense in the context she's in. And sure, she's someone who makes poorly thought-out excuses for herself, so I'm not gonna ding the writing for that. It just feels like it makes more sense as just a parroting of what some commenters have said about Victoria and Amy, rather than something that Amy would herself think.

The same thing seems true for the above passages. A lot of things that readers have said about Amy are now being said, by Amy. Amy is of course voicing the rhetorically worst possible version of those claims, but I think the interesting thing is that the context Amy's saying it is the main thing making it reprehensible. Because as much as Amy is repeating the thin substance of what some readers have argued, fans arguing with other fans that "you shouldn't hate this character because X," is just substantially different than a rapist telling her victim "you shouldn't hate me because of X." Even if the strict words spoken were the same, they aren't at all the same claim, because one is what the audience should feel and the other is how Victoria should feel.

You could argue against this by saying "if its right for Victoria to hate Amy, its right for the audience to hate Amy, because hate is right when it reflects an accurate judgement of someone's moral character." I won't pretend that conception of justified hate isn't somewhat widespread, but I don't think it stands up to scrutiny. Especially not applied to fictional characters.

[s4turnzbarzzz]

michael myers (dead by daylight) nsfw alphabet

requested: no

Tw: smut

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

michael wont stick around after sex, your on your own to clean up

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

he likes his arms because he knows how strong he is

his favorite body part of yours is your neck because he loves the sounds you make when he chokes you

C= Cum (anything that has to do with cum basically)

he will cum anywhere but prefers to creampie you, he likes the way his cum drips from your overly used hole

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

he loves it if you try to fight back but hell never show it

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

hes not very experienced but he learns fast

F= Favorite position

missionary, he loves how he can see himself thrusting in and out of you, he also likes that he can choke you and see your facial expressions

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

hes serious, not because hes a dick or anything, he just struggles to laugh if you crack a joke and doesnt see the point in being aything but serious during sex

H= Hair (grooming habits)

he isnt groomed and he doesnt care if thats what you prefer. hes never had the time to focus on that and youll just have to accept it

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

hes rough with you, he only really has sex to get himself off but he will subconsiously learn what you like and will eventually get you off too

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he doesnt really jack off, why would he need to now that he has you?

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

dacryphyllia (crying), knifeplay, bdsm, choking, manhandling, hair pulling, primal play, voyeurism, cnc

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

anywhere, as long as youre the last survivor

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick)

he gets off on stalking and chasing you, especially if you put up a good fight

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

hell try anything once, but you have to suggest it

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

he prefers recieving because he knows hes in control. if you ask him really nicely im sure hell eat you out though

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

he goes fast and hard, he has really high stamina so i hope youre ready for at least 6 rounds and then some after he gives you a break

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

he prefers to take his time with you but wont tyrn down the oppertunity to have a quicky

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he will try new things but you have to suggest something first for him to consider it

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

hes got really high stamina so he can definently go 6-7 rounds without a break, but if he takes a break its 10-12 rounds

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

hes not a fan of toys but if you want them hell let you use them on yourself

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

he'll tease you but he wont tease himself or let you tease him

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

the most youll hear from him is panting and the occasional groan, hes not loud by any means

W= Wild card (nsfw headcanon of any sort)

he would absolutely take photos of you after youre all fucked out

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

11 inches hard, 7 inches soft and hes girthy with afew larger veins un the bottom and sides. his dick also hangs a little bit even when hes fully hard (good luck♡)

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

his sex drive isnt super high but if he sees you doing something hell get hard from watching you while youre oblivious

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

im not sure he sleeps at all actually but no he doesnt sleep afterwards, he just gets up and leaves to do something else

[spudfromspace]

Is this actually real?

Hello, this story is the result of me thinking of multiple things at the same time and spiraling into a rabbit hole of thoughts, i think i might have ADHD. This is the first story I've written in a long while (around 4 years), so it might not be that good. Anyhow, let's get on with it. Also, this'll be male character/s x male reader, ok? No hard feelings, but we need more x male reader works, also this is an au if you couldn't tell

*i groan, rubbing my head as the world around me feels like it's spinning. Eventually, i was able to stand up and take a look at my surroundings, it looked like a forest*

W-where am i?

*i was about to explore my new surroundings, but then i saw something approach me from the woods. It was some cat thing with rings on its ears. It looked strangely familiar, but i couldn't remember why*

Welcome, i am kyubey

Wait- this seems oddly familiar-

I am capable of granting you one wish, anything you desire

Wait a minute-

But in return, you will become a magical boy and use your powers to fight witches

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-

*i start to freak out, realising just who this is*

OH HELL NO, I AIN'T RISKING MYSELF AND BECOMING A WITCH. BACK YOU DEMON!

*i yell at it, picking up a random stick on the ground and pointing it at it*

*"kyubey" starts laughing and falls on the ground*

Hahahaha! I'm just kidding!

*it transforms into something else, something with a more human appearance but the ears and tail were still there. They stand up and walk towards me, putting their hands up to show they weren't there to hurt me*

Chill, I'm not gonna do anything bad

*i lower the stick*

Then who are you, where am i and what the heck is going on?

Well, first my name isn't important but you can just call me kyu. Second you are in America, well, America in another world. And third basically you died and are now being subjected to a similar fate as most shonen isekai anime protagonists

Wait.... WHAT!? THAT CAN ACTUALLY HAPPEN!?

*i was very shocked after what i was just told. I died... and was now in another world like in those isekai animes*

You good? Had enough time to get it together yet?

It's been barely 2 minutes... THAT IS NOWHERE NEAR ENOUGH TIME FOR ME TO GET IT TOGETHER AFTER LEARNING I JUST DIED AND AM NOW IN ANOTHER WORLD!

Well get it together already, there's still a lot we need to get through before i can leave

What?

Well i cant just leave you in this new world without having any knowledge about this place and unable to live by yourself, i am legally not allowed to. Since unlike most of those isekai tropes where people get sent to worlds in more medieval times and you can just start your life without people questioning who you are and where you came from, this world is just as modern as your previous one, and since you don't originally belong to this world you wont have things like your birth certificate, school files, personal files, proof of existence, etc...

Wait.... so then how am i supposed to live here if i basically don't exist?

*they chuckle and snap their fingers, multiple documents appear around us*

That's what I'm here for, I'm in charge of your transfer to this world and with some magic i made some of these documents and files that will serve as your identity and proof of existence in this world, stuff like your birth certificate and things i mentioned previously, these will become apart of this worlds databank making it as if you were always part of it. I kept your information identical to your original one except for the fact that now it would be as if you were already an American citizen, instead of living in (insert country), your data would be stated that you moved to America just recently with the purpose of studying

But what about where I'll live? How am i supposed to get money or a job? And studying, how could i afford tuitions?

I'm getting there, jeez, be a little patient won't you? You'll be provided with a small house for yourself, as for school stuff, you'll find documents inside said house for your school, since I've already enrolled you. And as for money and job, well, that's where the fun stuff starts

*they were grinning after saying that which worried me a bit for what they meant by that*

What are you talking about?

Well, remember what i said earlier? I wasn't kidding about that turning you into a magical boy part, but before you panic, no it's not like madoka magica. You will be a using powers and stuff to fight bad guys and get paid by the government for saving people, sounds fun right?

What kind of powers? And is there some kind of catch? Cuz a free house, powers, and a job sounds too good to be true...

The only catch is college, you'll have to balance fighting bad guys with attending school while not failing. And as you probably now from all the shows you've watched with similar tropes, that isn't an easy task, but one thing you won't have to worry about is hiding your identity

Is it because magical girls/boys outfits have magic that make people as blind as a bat when it comes to their identities, regardless of how identical they look?

What? No, not like miraculous ladybug blindness, it's more like the powerpuff girls

Ah, ok then. So....what powers do i get? Are they cool powers?

Eh, I'm too lazy to come up with powers, here just pick which ones you want

*they hand over a screen displaying multiple characters fictional characters*

Wait, aren't these characters from works of fiction? Won't they exist in fiction in this world too?

Well yeah, some fictional works from your world exist here too, just like how things like nintendo exist here too. But don't worry, all the characters in that screen are characters that don't exist in this world, as to avoid copyright infringement. So just take your pick and I'll give you those powers.

This isn't an easy decision to make, can't i just pick later? How about you show me where ill be living first?

Fiiinnnneeee..... but I'll only wait until tomorrow, so make up your mind by then ok?

*kyu snaps their fingers and then we suddenly appear in a bedroom, me falling into a bed*

This is your new home, information about your house, school, and city are all in those documents beside you on your bed, and just use google maps for getting to your school. You'll also have food in the fridge and some money if you look in your drawer. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon so have a decision by then ok?

*kyu then disappears, leaving me alone in my new house, in a new world, in my new life. I plop myself properly down on the bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking of everything that just happened during the last hour or so*

Holy shit.... i think i just became an shonen protagonist.... ew

*thinking back to what kyu said, i needed to think of what powers i want*

Eh, I'll figure it out tomorrow morning, i need to sleep after all this shit

End of part 1

This is the end for this part, i hope this wasn't too bad. As for the powers and stuff, I'll keep thinking for what powers would be good or i might just make a poll later on which characters powers we could have, you guys can even comment some suggestions. No dogday and catnap for now, maybe in the next chapter if i get to that part fast enough

[gatorbites-imagines]

John Constantine Nsfw Headcanons? ❤️

John Constantine nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Well, it all depends on if you are in a relationship or not. If you’re just a hookup, he will stick around to give you some aftercare, or get it in return, but it isn’t something too deep or feely. But if you are together he wants to be held and kissed and told he did well, or will do it to you if you are in need of aftercare.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of himself is his hands or thighs, they’re not super thick but has a nice contour to them. On his partner its their shoulders, back and tongue.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves when you cum on him, on his face, his torso, his ass, in his hands, just please shoot it all over him he doesn’t care where. He likes to suck you off and keep the cum in his mouth, so he can stick his tongue out and let it dribble all over the place. Wants you to fuck his throat and just cum down his throat, all the time, you will never know peace.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Its not even a dirty secret but John is a huge monster fucker, the guy dated king shark, he isn’t even secretive about it. This doesn’t mean he wont date humans of course, it just means he doesn’t care what his partner is. Exhibitionist, especially wants you to fuck him in places that could be super dangerous, has definingly wanted you to fuck him in the middle of hell more than once.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Constantine is pretty experienced, having had multiple partners in the past of any gender or species. So if you are nonhuman, you have no reason to feel self-conscious with John since he will just be happy you are there.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

That one where you push up against a wall chest first and pull his hips back towards yourself, so you can do him as he grasps at the wall. Cowgirl, loves to ride you or sit in your lap.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

John doesn’t take things too seriously, so he might crack a couple of jokes, especially if things are getting a little too serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Constantine takes care of his hygiene, he doesn’t shave or wax, but he keeps his body hair well-groomed and from getting too wild. Hes blonde though, so he doesn’t have to take care of it as much as other people might need to.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If you are in a loving relationship I could see him being quite romantic, it was most likely during the moment he confessed to loving you the first time. He isn’t one to say he loves you a lot during the day, but when you are together it just pours right out of him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Constantine doesn’t see the need to jerk off as much as others, as most of his needs can be met by you. He also doesn’t mind waiting if you guys haven’t seen each other for a while, as he knows it just leads to you guys having to spend longer catching up later.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Monster fucker (is this a kink?)

Size queen (king?)

Exhibitionist

Sadomasochist

Dom/sub

Using magic during

Double penetration

Cum, spit, and other bodily fluids

Marking and branding (think hickeys and tattoos)

Biting

Bondage and gagging

Sensory deprivation

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

John is down to do it pretty much anywhere, anytime. Of course, he wouldn’t do it where the super innocent could see, he has some type of morals. But if you wanted to pull him off into an alleyway on a busy street, he’s down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It isn’t the most difficult task to get Constantine going, send him a spicy text or picture, grab his thigh or ass when standing beside him, or just give him a heated look and lure him off to the other room.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I cannot see him being into pet play, or master/slave relationships. Hes fine with master/toy stuff, but it’s the thought of being called a slave that he doesn’t enjoy. Certain roleplay scenarios like consensual noncon roleplays, or things featuring priests or demon hunters.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

John has no preference, he loves giving and receiving. He has a slight oral fixation and just loves swallowing what you give him, and one of the ways you can get him in the mood is to slide your fingers in his mouth whilst cuddling. But he also enjoys when you suck him off, he likes lazing back with a cigarette and just watching you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on when and where you are doing it, when it’s a more risky place its all fast and rough, but if you’ve been away from each other for a while he would want to go slow and just solidify the love you both feel for each other.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Constantine is all for quickies, he quite likes them actually. Why wait for when you get home when you can just slip into the bathroom real quick, or he can slide down under the table and get his mouth on you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hes all game to experiment, he most likely brings more new things into the bedroom than you do at this point. Constantine is up to try most things at least once, and see how you both feel about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hes got pretty good stamina and can go for hours, if not the entire night if you’ve been apart for a while. He can go multiple rounds, but he needs a break between them to let his body recover a bit, hed spend this time just warming you or cuddling with some touching.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Constantine owns a couple of toys, though not as many as people probably assume he does. Hes got a few he uses when you aren’t around, or else he can just find a spell that’ll do to him what he wants done. Is more than willing to use toys in the bedroom, as long as it feels good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

John loves to tease, I mean look at him and tell me otherwise. Be it sensual whispers in your ear, lingering touches or sending you spicy pictures. Of course, you are just as bad and you two rile each other up all the time.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Constantine isn’t the loudest person, its just the way he is. Expect a lot of groaning and grunting, but if you’ve got him extra sensitive and overstimulated he might started whimpering and crying.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes to go out to eat, every new city he’s in he needs to go to some family owned restaurant and get at least three different things. Has a little keychain of a cartoon devil attached to his keys that you gave him as a joke, but he treasures it with his life.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Constantine is average length and thickness, he wont break you in half like some of the other DC men, but that works in his favor since he doesn’t need hours spent on prep. Faint veins, uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Constantine has a normal libido, he can easily go a week or two without anything and it wont bother him, though he might have to jerk off once or twice. He wont die without it, though he does enjoy being close with you in that way.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to cuddle afterwards, if it’s been a tougher scene he will need praise and kisses afterwards to make sure he knows he did well. John will always want to fall asleep touching you in some way, preferably cuddled in your arms.

[eldritcmor]

Hey look! It's incorrect quotes time

Storm: Graves had an unfortunate come to Jesus meeting

Graves: you pushed me down the stairs

Storm: you didn't get to meet Jesus

--

Someone: *uses Storm's full name*

Storm: *running and hiding cause oh shit*

Price: wait your telling me that's all I had to do.

--

Soap: I feel unsafe.

Storm: *hands soap a knife*

Gaz: well now I feel unsafe

Storm: *hands Gaz a knife*

Price: *just opens his mouth to speak*

Storm: *hands him a knife* can't feel unsafe with a knife in hand.

--

Ghost: *watching storm book it away from the los vaqueros base with like half the base chasing them* what did they do?

Gaz: something stupid

Storm: *after replacing all hot sauce with ghost pepper sauce* shit shit shit

--

Ghost: Have you guys seen Storm?

Gaz, Price, Soap: nope

Ghost: okay then *walks away*

Storm 5 minutes later: *drops from the ceiling only to get full on body slammed by ghost*

--

Storm: *driving down the highway and sees a cop. Starts speeding up*

Price: kid! What are you doing, kid?!

Storm: having a little fun *is racing a cop*

--

Storm: *Dancing around the kitchen, shirtless, with the broom. Like it's a rave while music blasts from their phone*

Price: *walking in to get a midnight coffee* kid, what the fuck?

Storm: *who hasn't stopped dancing* what? It's this or be alone with my thoughts while the bread bakes.

--

Ghost: *after witnessing storm have a panic attack* do you...want a hug?

Storm: you and I both know that will be uncomfortable as hell. I would like a fight.

Price: *walks in on them beating the crap out of each other.*

--

Graves: now we play the most dangerous game!

Storm: cattle prod tag!

Graves: the fuck is that.

--

Storm: *part of a drag show as a drag king at a club*

König: *recognizing them and taking vid*

Storm: *definitely trying to swipe his phone* delete it delete it

König: *has already sent the video to soap*

--

Storm: I wanna fight, do you wanna fight?

Ghost: I wouldn't mind one.

Storm: good. 2am the Denny's parking lot. Don't tell dad.

Ghost: you mean price.

Storm: yeah, dad.

-- Gaz: my name is nuuugget and I'm a big fat chiiiicken. Dammit. Soap: *trying not to laugh* Storm got you singing it -- Laswell: *Uses storm's full legal name to reprimand them* Storm: *immediately* yes ma'am, no ma'am, no it wont happen again ma'am. Price: Holy shit, the kid can be respectful. -- Storm: *Staring down another eldritch kid from their home town* The eldritch: Field Storm: Trees *Both nod and simply move on* soap: *fully expecting a fight* what? -- Storm: *picking up a screwdriver and throwing it so hard it sticks out from the doorframe out of anger* Ghost: but can you do it with a knife? Soap: Please don't encourage them -- Alejandro: *watching storm haul a full rack of cow ribs towards the base's kitchen* Should I be concerned? Price: *glancing up from the paperwork for the next op* Oh, not at all. Storm is benched due to some shenanigans. Your men will eat like kings. Alejandro: why? Price: because and I quote. "If I cant stab you in the ribs, I can still make a rack of ribs to stab" They stress cook. It's great.

[bumblinv]

---  omaticayan (house) cats ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

feauturing neteyam, kiri, lo’ak, tuk

headcanons of them as literal house cats bc the entire omaticaya clan are just 3-meters-tall, walking, blue forests cats with bows. change. my. mind.

: ̗̀➛ tuk ; tabby kitten

“what breed is she?” 

“just a little girl”

you don’t know her exact breed

no one can blame you tho, she was jus a baby left by her mother in your backyard, that you took in

could be a mix of all sort of breeds, but to you, tuk was your little girl 

the moment you took her in, she was severely malnourished. so you feed her with your own hands, bathe her, sleep with her each night

she was like your own child

and you’re ready to fight every single person in this planet if someone dare to lift a finger againts her

the bravest little kitten you’ve ever know

but the silliest too, 

her entire body went wet as she got in, headfirst, into her bowl when she first learned to eat wet food

and one time she jumped into your aquarium to ‘catch’ the fishes

she would snatch pieces of wings from your plate and holds on it for her dear life when you tried to take it away from her </3

you would crochet matching hats for you and her

overall, the best lil girl ever

_

: ̗̀➛ lo’ak ; bengal cat

do i need to say more

he’d run all over the house, pouncing at every moving thing in sight, playing with his toys for hours, and getting to high places you never knew he could reach

one time he somehow got to the house’s roof. it freaked you out

you were convinced that this little bundle of energy is literally a cheerful puppy in cat’s clothing

with his adorable little coat, that took some time to put on, you take him to the park each morning. this is mandatory, or else he’s too energize to sleep at night and would start knocking things over at 3am (wich you learned the hard way)

at the park, his curious self would sniff everything and anything. a tree, a man’s leg, until he got too curious to a little winged fella, that a pigeon once pecked him on the head

he befriended every single dog and cat around the park, but would get a little salty if new people tried to touch him

at night, when finally, his energy went to 0%, he got cuddly. really cuddly, he sticks to you like glue

and i know he would sleep on your chest and suffocates you in your sleep

_

: ̗̀➛ kiri ; persian cat

she so bougie ngl

and a little moody too

you wont need an alaram clock, cause every morning, at the exact same time, she would sit on your face and starts screaming for food

i hope your wallet thick as hell cause i know she would only eat whole foods, like those healthy (and super fucking pricy) food rich cat persons feed their cats

kiri right there eating salmon and chicken breasts, and you’re left slurping your sad instant ramen 

things we do for our cats ammirite

half of your life savings went to her

from grooming money, for buying her expensive foods and vitamins, to all her essentials like her high tech self cleaning litter box(?)

she spoiled as hell

but i know she still has the audacity to scratch your hand and legs

don’t get me wrong, she loves you. the two things she dislikes the least was you and the big blue fish living in your pond (it was rotxo) 

_

: ̗̀➛ neteyam ; golden retriever

I KNOW I SAID CATS

but none of yall could deny

even as a person, he got that golden retriever personality 

always have a smile on his face, tail wagging every time

calm and loving, 

would befriend every other animal you foster, you sometimes find them all cuddled up together

have i mention that he loves cuddling? 

but remember he’s huge

would crush you every time he cuddles into your lap

but you never minded, cause he’s the sweetest, most gentle giant 

[blackpilljesus]

I find community discourse incredibly annoying. People are often like "Wheres's the community? We need community! People are so individualistic these days". Individualism gets a lot of criticism but nobody ever questions why this happens. While there are some merits to communities, historically communities have mainly benefitted the priviledged. Most communities evolve into divide-and-rule politics where some are seen as more deserving than others (based on things that cannot be controlled). If you're a marginalised person, more often than not you get bs from communities, not love and protection as advertised.

When you're on the short stick side of the divide-and-rule politics in communities, communities are dangerous for you. It will be seen as acceptable to abuse & put you in horrible conditions simply bc of what you are. Those who abuse tend to be in higher positions in communities so when you call them out people wouldn't care or believe you. You'll be punished when you fight back however. When you're marginalised in a community you receive the worst brunts from people and it's seen as okay to be less deserving of support. You wont be supported in community.

People talk about "safety in numbers" but when the community faces trouble, they will have no problem abandoning or sacrificing the marginalised to save themselves at large. Communities have no problem throwing others away or isolating them once it benefits them. Alot of the time people are used & abused in communities so they're fed up with that, fed up of being treated like second class citizens in communities.

Look at the way communties people reminisce about & yearn for actually turned out. "We had community back in the day" yeah the same ones full of predatory uncles that would abuse women & children and get defended, the same communities full of victim blaming & shaming women + girls for being abused, the same communities where some were implicitly told they were more inferior but if they obeyed those higher up in power they can be forgiven. People talk about a lack of a "third place" bc of the rise of secularism so less are going to places of worship but many people leave those communities (even if their faith is still intact) because of corruption & abuse. The judgements & hypocrisy in these places is a lot (one of the reasons I personally left religion & the community too).

Best believe if you can hold your own down, being in a community is more dangerous than being alone bc like i said when things go south your ass will be on the chopping block first. Hell if people just want to abuse, they'll go for the marginalised first & so much abuse is enabled in communities. They'll ostracise & shun you and the threat of that alone keeps many in line to uphold abusive structures in place in communities.

"But humans are natural social creatures that want to be in groups" is something I hear often & that should make you stop and think of how so many people going against this instinct to survive says a lot about how dangerous alot of communities are. It's our nature to socialise, be in groups yet it's chosen to be independent because of the danger groups actually present when you're not seen as a valued member of them.

At this point people would either say "look inwards" or "find better communities out there" but the problem is that status in communities isnt entirely based on the merit of the way you behave. Finding communities where you're accepted & valued IRL tends to be based on things you cant control. It's not like the internet where you put yourself out there & eventually find your community even if they live all over the world. In reality it's another ballgame, people are more closed off & judgemental if you dont fit certain standards so it's more difficult to find places where you'll fit in. Also, as mentioned the determining factors of the way you'll be treated in communities are based on things you cant control, your characteristics will do more speaking and determination for you. So it's not as easy as just "find a better community". Given the way activism is on the internet, many people forget how conservative & hostile the real world actually is. Things like sexism, colorism, racism, ableism, homophobia, lookism etc; play a big role in most communities irl which is why many people seek alt communities online even though those come with issues of their own but to not stray away from the point this is why many people arent fucking with -irl- community shit anymore.

This discource pisses me off because when you constantly receive crap from communities people blame you for it but when you leave you get badgered for not having or being part of community. Communities benefit the priviledged as they uplift those on top, they get to take more from communities & enrich themselves while those at the bottom get fucked over and it's no wonder so many people get fed up and decide to put things into their own hands than risk being in/trusting communities that wont hesitate to risk or end your life over bs. I know that not all communities out there will be horrible but as mentioned finding communities IRL where you'll be accepted as a marginalised person is difficult. Finding equitable communities where everyone is held accountable for their actions, where people genuienly help each other to get by & survive over divide-and-rule politics is difficult.

People complaining about lack of community but wont address the rampant abuse that happens in them tells me they dont care about community spirit as they claim they just want pools of people to exploit and are disguising it under communal spirit & protection. I dont fw communities & sometimes people will tell me i cant do everything alone, no man is an island -good thing i'm a woman then lol- but fr the people this crap comes from are the type of people that make communities suck & i wouldn't want to be in a community with them anyways bc they're horrible & would just exploit. Individualism is on the rise because so many of us marginalised people who grew up in communities realise we're better off alone & idc what anyone says if they feel they're better off within communitities then bet but a lot of the time others are better off alone. And icl one positive of capitalism is that it gives you a chance to rely on communities less & have a more independent lifestyle. Yes there's still a level of people/community engagement but we're not as tightly bound to a community like a small tribe in a village bc tbh i'd probably be dead by now if i had to live & rely on others that way.

Instead of just criticising individualism & guilt tripping people to join communities, if people actually care do inflection about your "communities". Except this wont happen bc this isnt about community spirit but looking for others to exploit which is why it's being aggresively pushed.

[muffinsin]

how about some angst with no comfort? How would the sisters react to their female s/o dying in child birth? Would they blame their child? Blame themselves because they impregnated her and because the child would be infected with the Cadou because of them?

-rambunctious anon

Some more angst hm?👀 This got a bit more comfort in it tho cuz I know those 3 would still be good mamas! there ya go everyone!🙌

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Bela

She is lost for words when she hears you died giving birth. She can’t even process it

For minutes, she stares off into space as she attempts to process it. She just can’t find words or gather her thoughts

She feels sad, and shocked, when it hits her

Then, anger washes over her

She refuses to see your child at first, but this is almost immediately shut down and exposed as nonsense by Alcina

The moment Bela is handed your child, this view changes entirely

The little thing has your eyes

Sporting your eyes and her blonde-golden hair, Bela can’t help but cry and hug the little one close

She’s careful, as if worried she will hurt the little bundle in her arms

The pain she feels doesn’t go away- won’t, for a long time

She feels this pain every time she gazes into her child’s eyes

Still, Bela wants to be strong for her little one. They’re her priority now

In a way, they are a memory of you. Something to remember you by

She wont allow anything to happen to her child. She is protective as hell and will not part with her precious child for the world

Also, Bela is never hesitant to tell stories of you to her little one

At one point she nearly spirals into a pit of self loathing and depression, blaming herself for it all

Her sisters stick by her side to talk this nonsense out of her

With their help, and Alcina’s help, she recovers eventually, no matter how bad it hurts her

Her love for her little one keeps her going

She takes on nutrients to nurse them, and therefore must eat plenty to keep herself healthy.

She cleans to avoid her little one inhaling dust, and takes showers and baths when she washes her precious baby

In a way, your child, what is left of you, still saves her even when she has lost you

Cassandra

Lost, is the most accurate word to describe her

She can’t believe it

She stands by your side, and desperately attempts to bring you back alive

Deep down she knows it’s futile, but she refuses to think of this

After a long hour, she at last comes to the realisation of being helpless. She can’t change what happened

And she fully blames herself. What was she thinking, impregnating you?! Having you bear a cadou-infected baby?!

Her eyes widen at this, remembering your child

She was so busy trying to bring you back to her, she hasn’t even spared the little thing a glance

Sudden fear fills her- what if she’s lost your shared child too?!

Upon storming out of the room and finding the tiny thing in Bela’s arms, she immediately feels more at ease

She truthfully has no idea how to hold the infant. She feels utterly lost, thrown into parenthood without you to guide her

Bela teaches her to adjust her arms and hold the tiny thing. Thankfully, Cassandra learns very quickly

She develops something of a separation anxiety from your baby. She’s scared the child will too be taken from her if she isn’t with them constantly

And so Cassandra sticks with her tiny one 24/7, feeding them and doing her best to try to understand what random cries mean

Speaking of, she is a full sobbing mess at times. She can’t handle the many emotions she feels upon having to raise this child on your own

As time passes, she recognises you in the tiny one. In their smile, their facial features and expressions. It has her smile and cry at the same time

She too, will eventually heal. Still, you are always a sore topic to her- she can never truly get over what happened

Daniela

She’s gleeful when she holds the tiny baby in her arms, giggling and tapping their tiny button nose

She loves their tiny nose, it resembles her own. And their eyes! Golden, just like hers

Their little hands grab at her and she feels so much joy!

She doesn’t understand her family’s grim faces. Your little baby is perfect!

When asked about you, she is told you need rest. Her sisters and mother aren’t entirely sure about telling her just yet

When a day passes, Daniela demands to see you, and they know the truth can no longer be hidden from the redhead

With Bela keeping the tiny one safe and fed, Daniela is told what happened by the rest of her family

The infant starts crying at Daniela’s loud, pained scream that rings out throughout the castle

She demands to see you, and when she does, it nearly breaks her

She doesn’t understand how this could’ve happened

She doesn’t blame her child, but herself. After all, she hasn’t thought this through in her joy to parent a child with you

Daniela is unable to feed for days. Unable to function

For days to two weeks even, she doesn’t see her little one. She can’t even get out of bed

Only when she hears her tiny one cry in the middle of the night does she rise from her bed and find the small thing in her mother’s room

She cradles them into her arms and takes a stroll through the castle. It feels, grounding, and good to get out of her room

When she sees tiny, worried eyes, she promises the little one to always look after them

She promises you, hoping you can hear her

[dearanakin]

🐥 here ☺️

Ahhh spicy biker!Eddie - pleasant surprise I wont lie! 🫣 thank you so much for writing despite the writer’s block!!

I was wondering if you could write an alternate version with an established relationship including a shy!reader? She’s incredibly studious and stays late in the school’s library several times a week to study and Eddie ofc will never ever let her go home alone, so he always picks her up on his bike. The moments she’s holding on to him, feeling the wind in her hair are some of the few she actually feels free 🥹

Lots of fluff and Eddie worrying about her safety and wellbeing maybe??

Thanks for reading this!!! 💕💕💕 I hope you’re having a beautiful week angel

God I know I'm like way behind this request, but I promise I've been trying to make something pretty decent. Turns out I only had this small idea in my head, but it's kinda cute. I'm so sorry I took so long!!

Summary: You always stay late in the library most of the weekdays, and Eddie always makes sure you never go home alone. Sometimes he even makes you company, watching over while you study. (Fluff only. Word count: 972)

One evening, you found yourself in the university library, surrounded by towering bookshelves and the soft hum of fluorescent lights.

You had a significant research paper to complete, and the clock was ticking mercilessly towards eight o'clock.

You've spent all day at the campus and felt too tired already, but with the tests coming, you wanted to make sure you got good grades. In the room, there were only a few students, while the rest had already left.

Once again, Eddie made his way to a chair next to you, dragging it, so he could sit down. The noise it was making attracted the attention from the others, and you squinted, snorting.

He could never be able to be discreet. He sat next to you, watching as you read your papers.

"You couldn't be louder than that?" You joked, and he rested his legs across the table. Such a gentleman.

He fidgeted with his ringed fingers and smirked.

"Not my fault these damn chairs are too old, babe," He replied.

Shaking your head, you tried focusing on the remaining pages of your notes. You keep your attention on your notebook, while his face slowly reaches next to yours.

"Watcha reading?" Eddie whispers close to your right ear and you shiver.

"Just some philosophical theories" You reply, not taking your eyes off the papers.

"Sounds interesting. Is it about stoicism? Because I love that shit!" He sounds very into it, and it makes you chuckle at his sweet words.

"Oh, really? Tell me more about it then" You play along.

He looked at you, a little bit confused. He never seemed to actually enjoy whatever you would study. "Are you serious? Because I can go on and on about that shit".

You laughed again. "Yeah, babe. I'm serious".

He took a deep breath, fixing his bangs before starting to speak. "It's a philosophy that teaches us how to find tranquility and wisdom in life's challenges".

"You see, stoicism is all about recognizing what's within our control and what's not. It encourages us to focus on our thoughts, actions, and attitudes, and to let go of things beyond our control" He definitely looked so hot right now you would eat him on a stick.

"That's so profound. And so hot" You say it quite louder than expected, and he jerks his head back in a snorted laugh.

He places one hand on your thigh and squeezes it before looking back at you. "I could be one hell of a hot Philosophy professor, babe".

"Yeah, right" You squeeze his hand back.

He didn't say much later after that, waiting for you to finish reading your papers. But while waiting in the silent room, he was humming a song - which was probably Metallica - and it annoyed you.

"I'm going to need five minutes, but you need to be quiet" You started, lowering your voice, so only Eddie could hear you. "Or I will punish you later".

His brown puppy eyes widened in muse. "Well, then sentence me already" He said it too loud and earned a slap on his forearm from you. "Ouch".

"Just shut, please" You tried not to laugh at his playful demeanor.

Eddie loved the way you were so focused on school and your future. He knew he wasn't one to be too worried about that, considering he got held back twice before.

Now he's working his way up with his band, while making money at a record store.

He was fascinated by how you were so into every single thing you were interested in. He knows how much effort you have, even though he thinks you're a nerd. Which he's always joking about.

"You know you don't need to pick me up, right? I can get a cab" You said after a moment of silence.

He was trying to not make a noise, otherwise he knew you'd punch him. Supporting his chin on his hand, while resting his arm on the table, he huffed. "And you know I'll never let you go home alone".

"I'm a big girl, Munson" You retorted in a sweet way.

"I don't care, sweetheart. You're trapped with me. Eddie Munson can't let his darling go out there alone".

You laughed. "God, I hate it when you talk about yourself in third person".

"You actually love it, and you know it" He pointed out.

After you finished your studies, he helped you out with your books and papers, holding most of them for you.

You loved leaving the university in his company, because he would always pick you up with his bike and you loved how the wind always blows against your hair.

He secured your stuff inside the top case, giving you your helmet. Eddie helps you put the accessory on and makes sure the strap is perfectly set on your head.

He holds out a hand for you to support yourself before hopping in.

Eddie mounted the motorcycle, starting the engine with a satisfying rumble. He makes sure you're holding on him before pulling away.

With the wind in your hair and the open road ahead, you held on tightly, feeling both the exhilaration of the ride and the comfort of his care and guidance.

He pulled up by your driveway - you and Robin shared a house together - and helped you out with the helmet.

"Safe from the night dangers" Eddie wrapped one of his arms around your neck, giving you a peck on the jawline. You let out a light chuckle.

"Yeah, you're my true hero" You satirize.

He leans towards you, standing inches from your face, holding a sweet smile. "I love you, my darling".

"Love you too, Munson". You both kissed for a few seconds before he pulled back.

"I love it when you call me Munson" He melts down under your touch. 

[johaerys-writes]

8 and 11!

8. What is the last scene you’ve written?

BBB!Achilles annoying the hell out of Pat (what's new) and then attempting to distract him by seducing him in his office (also what's new)

Here's a small excerpt:

With another huff, Patroclus swerves around him, but Achilles, as always, is faster. He runs to the door and locks it, then presses himself flat against it. “Neither of us is going anywhere.”

Patroclus closes his eyes for a bit; takes a deep breath, counts to ten. When he's sure he won't start screaming, he calmly holds out his hand for the key. “Come on, Achilles. It’s just one meeting. After that, I’ll be free to do whatever you want.”

Achilles shakes his head and presses his lips together in a stubborn pout. “If you want it,” he says fiercely, “come and claim it.” He unzips his jacket, then shoves the key deep in his pants.

“Wow. Real mature of you, Achilles. Reached a whole new level there.” Patroclus rolls his eyes and sets his laptop case back on his desk, then strides over to Achilles. "This is very funny, and I'd love to stick around and play, but I have to go.”

The moment he slips his hand beneath the waistband of Achilles’ leggings, Achilles lets out the loudest, lewdest moan Patroclus has ever heard from him. “Oh, yes, baby, just like that, keep going, don’t stop.”

“For fuck's sake—” Patroclus shushes him, mortified. “Shut up!”

Instead of stopping, Achilles lets out an even louder moan. Patroclus isn’t entirely sure of the acoustics of this place, but he’s pretty damn certain that Automedon in the next office over heard them loud and clear. “You know how much it turns me on when you talk dirty like that,” Achilles says, grinning at him salaciously.

11. What scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic?

I'll answer for BBB! I'm really excited to deal with the whole Deidameia situation, ngl. Unless my plans change, as they are wont to do with this fic, I think it’s going to be quite messy and angsty for everyone involved. I love mess 😩

Thank you for the ask!!!