#danti's there too

[sevicia]

omg. hi dante.... i was just running thru ur oc tag for my oc blog, but who is mary and how can i learn everything about her?! mary cheat sheet please, blab as much as you want on this ask, im so curious 🙂‍↕️

HIIIIIII God I'm so happy you asked I love to ramble about her!!!

Prefacing this by saying that in all honestly some things kinda may not make sense because I'm uhmm. Figuring it out<3 Also there's mentions of violence but nothing graphic. Due to the way she is.

OKAAAY so some basic things about her are that she's 24, currently working at a gas station (previously a fine arts student), has no family to speak of, and is dating Agnes (wet guy you may or may not have seen</3). Her "life goal" or biggest desire is to be "one" with somebody in the most literal sense of the word.

A very not brief maybe even unnecessarily long recount of her life so far:

As a kid she was odd, spacey and awkward, and could not grasp "basic" concepts as quickly as her peers did. She often had to be told what was right and what was wrong because her understanding of morality as a whole was just... not there at all. She would stare intensely with a blank expression at things/people she found interesting, and had a pretty flat tone when speaking overall. She never had any pets; her behavior towards animals raised concerns in her parents (+ their friends) since she had a tendency to squeeze, pull or even strangle them whenever she could, all because she thought they were cute and liked feeling their warmth when she held them and as they struggled, kinda like cute aggression maybe. She just really struggled to understand others and have them understand her in return; most people wouldn't even bother trying.

She attended a religious school up until she graduated highschool, and her parents would take her to church very often, but all she'd do was space out until service was over. She didn't really care nor understand what the priests and church members talked about, and her mindset was that she just had to do as she was told and everything would be ok; it didn't matter that she wasn't all the way there.

Around middle school age she managed to make friends (through the power of practicing facial expressions and noting what other kids said and did). This was a bittersweet experience as she got made fun of quite a bit for not really getting why certain jokes or games were funny, but also found friends that did like her and that she liked beyond just tolerating.

At one point they'd planned an outing together to go see a movie, and Mary brought it up to her parents, but they said no. This was the first time in years she'd been excited and actually wanted to do something, so she tried to convince them by telling them that one of her friend's parents would be watching over them at all times (which was actually true! They planned it this way so Mary could come in the first place), but they just wouldn't have it, and the argument ended with her father slapping her after she just wouldn't give up and drop the subject.

Mary had never been hit before, and she'd always had a freakishly high pain tolerance, so really it wasn't the pain from the slap itself that shocked her, but the fact that her dad had hit her at all for something she had figured wouldn't escalate to that point, based on watching her friends' experiences. In her head then she started feeling like a child again, thoughts like "I just have to do as they say" and "what I want doesn't really matter", but with an added layer of "I'm not worth being listened to", and a feeling of dehumanization she couldn't really put into words yet.

In the end, the shock lead to her avoiding her friends completely and only going outside for school and church, basically losing all those years of progress regarding her individuality and her ability to even see herself as an individual at all.

Towards the end of highschool, she was confessed to by the son of her parents' friends from church. He told her to "think about it", and when she told her parents later that day, they told her that it'd be wonderful if they dated, and joked about her still being "such an airhead" to even ask in the first place.

So they start dating, and through his and her parent's pressure she kinda just... molds into whatever he wants. This is why she dyes her hair black and starts dressing in more modest, plain clothes, all the while losing sleep over "this is my life now and forever", a horrifying thought that became all the more real once he proposed to her and she saw no other option but to accept.

Here I just have to mention that those notions of her self not mattering and never being listened to/understood, plus being constantly reduced into something sanitized and non-violent, much less threatening, had all mixed together into wanting just that; to be understood, listened to and accepted as a whole, including every violent and/or sexual thought she'd ever buried within herself after being told they were "unsightly". Basically, what she wants is to be known entirely, inside and out, by someone who'll let her do the same and take her as she is.

While she had no desire to ever pursue the kind of "love" she wanted and couldn't care less about the "sanctity" of marriage, she did know very well that it would trap her legally, physically and mentally into a life she'd hate and would never escape until either of them (or their parents) died.

The wedding was planned to take place early in the year; only a few weeks after her 22nd birthday.

To "celebrate" her birthday, her and uh. that other guy (that I cannot refer to as her boyfriend/fiancé)(I'd rather shoot myself) "decide" go on a camping trip, something only he'd done before and that Mary was fully dreading.

They get there, and the day is pretty much spent on him taking her around the site and talking at her or with other men while she nodded along, barely present enough to know when and where she was. By now her sense of reality had been so shattered due to trying to run away from her own life, she'd stopped caring about anything at all.

And then night comes and they're camping with a view of the lake and he falls asleep but Mary's still awake, now used to not being able to fall asleep until very, very late into the night. She's just sitting outside their tent, and when she looks towards the forest she sees some sort of faint glow that she just... decides to follow for something to do, not caring whether she'd get lost, or murdered, or abducted, or ever make it back to the campsite.

She follows the glow for a while, her brain getting more and more scrambled with every step, and suddenly she's in a clearing and hearing whispers both from inside her head and all around her.

...there is some dialogue of sorts but this is so long already I'll try to be brief here... at least... plus this is where things are kinda loose so yaaay</3

Basically, an odd whisper that she ends up referring to as an angel offers her a gift to help her achieve her desired form of "love": she will be able to heal and reconstruct another person, as long as they're wounded and so is she, by pressing their wounds together and merging their bodies this way; she would, in a sense, be part of them in the most literal sense.

The only caveat is that she would be completely removed from her previous life. As in, everyone that ever knew her would never even know she existed in the first place; she would be 100% wiped from their memories and any records they had of her would be adjusted so that she wouldn't be in their lives anymore in any way.

Obviously she says yes, some flesh-absorbing stuff happens, and when she gets back to the campsite she wakes the guy up, watches him get startled over some stranger standing over him, and promptly bashes his head in with a rock until he stops moving... and then some more.

Now she's finally able to think and act by/for herself, and she kiiinda doesn't know how to do that very well? So it takes her a while to adjust to. She slowly goes back to her habit of staring blankly for extended periods of time, but is now able to smile genuinely and stumble her way through saying "no", though she's still polite to an almost unsettling degree.

She's also finally started to look for someone that she can love and share herself with, and she realizes pretty quickly that her type is gloomy, lonely and pitiful-looking people that flinch at everything, both for cuteness aggression sadism reasons, but also her believing that someone who doesn't value their life much would be a lot more willing to take her in and let themselves be taken as well than someone more lively and strong-willed.

For a while she chases people who fit her type, trying to find "the one", with the final test being her getting them alone and trying to kill them (basically), just to see how little they really value their life. The trick is, if they fight back or hesitate she goes through with it and kills them, but if they let go and give up their life to her, she lets them live.

By the point she meets Agnes she's pretty unapologetic about it all, and has stopped caring much about anyone but whoever she's set her sights on, though still disconnected from reality and society as a whole in many ways. They meet when he stops by her workplace and she's like Ohhhhh he looks so miserable I have GOT to torture him. And she chases him around and scares him a little (a lot) but he makes no effort to run away or even acknowledge it in any way, and is the first one to ever pass her test!

I think that's um. Pretty much it... uhh some fun facts: she's super bad with technology, has a wide creepy and sweet (TO ME!!!) grin on her face more often than not, her apartment's a mess, her favorite artificial flavor is strawberry, she loooves to scratch certain surfaces (mainly Agnes), and is like if The Downward Spiral YES THE WHOLE ALBUM!!! was a girl. And your honor I love her.

[iamvegorott]

Like last year ima try and do your writing prompts for Danti!

And yes while re-reading this I realized anti was supposed to be holding dark but yknow I was already half way done so yeah🥲! Looking forward to the upcoming fics with these two! ❤️

LOOK AT THEM!!! <3

They're so cute! Anti got his cuddles!

I love this so much!!!

I am already so excited to see the other drawings!

[creatorbiaze]

hello hi are there any ocs yoh wanna ramble about?? Maybe any you dont talk aboht much?? Id love to hear about anything

Hmmm let's seee...

There's Zenaer Voru, the Salhan god of Art and Promises. He's part of the Celestial Pantheon, name translates to Final Wish.

He consumes a lot of poisonous plants, so their blood's pretty toxic & it has potent venom in their fangs

Their favorite form of art would probably be tapestries, as well as dances.

They've been around for 18,103 years & are physically 32, making them older than Aella & Amatus (15,032 & 15,054)

There's also Verum Deorum, oldest daughter of Auditor & Regina Deorum, and the older sibling of Mendacium & Saltator.

Verum tries to be nice, but is physically incapable of lying AT ALL, so they tend to avoid social situations. They can't even Just Be Respectful lmao ("nice to meet you!" "I.. can't say the same, I want to be anywhere except here. Ple leave." "oh :(" <- Snow Sky & Verum meeting)

Verum didn't swear 'loyalty' to Light Song like Mendacium did, due to their intense hatred of seeing others in pain as well as being physically incapable of lying at all. She was sent over to the Fallen with Menda, though, with the orders of watching over menda to make sure they don't cause too much damage. They were also the one to make Vizerxa incapable of lying (other than omission) when the truth of the Genesis Experiments came out.

Regnum Deos, their home kingdom, fell after Regina waged war against both the Fallen & Celestial Pantheons in an attempt to make the Deorum Pantheon into the main Pantheon of Salha. Vizerxa's strategies are what made Light Song win & singlehandedly tear down the Deorum Pantheon entirely. The outcome of the Deorum War is also why Vizerxa became an advisor of Light Song.

Verum's pretty much been hiding since then, and Mendacium looks after them, and they're somewhat paranoid of being killed due to being the Heir of the fallen kingdom.

Lux Stellarum & Vita Dantis were originally made to be Umbras friends when she was a Draconic. Lux is a Zephyrin Apprentice & Very Chill, while Vita is a Viclere and honestly the most social & outgoing one. Now, Lux is Ceriveri's apprentice, and Vita is learning from Star Seer.

lux ↓ (very very old drawing)

Vita ↓

Vigil Deorum is the salhan god of Knowledge & Observation, and really just doesn't interfere unless Necessary. They're an Artificial Realmwalker (& the one that Realmwalkers were based on anyway, out of universe. Funnily enough they're also where i got my current name from, since 'Mystic' started as a nickname for Vigil) who watches over Salha. If they interfere too much, their power fades. Sometimes it's possible to meet them in Passage Realms, but only if they want to be found.

Vigil is an Ancestor of the Deorum Siblings, 14,397 years old (physically 36) & an Origin Descendant (his father was a Hybrid). The Deorum Siblings are all around 700 years old.

Vizerxa & Clara have both met Vigil, and Clara considers them a very close friend.

[vishnavishivaa]

A Mother's Love

Thanjavur shone in the radiance of now being ruled by Raja Raja Cholan, born Arulmozhi Thevan, though he was most commonly referred to as Arulmozhi Varman and Ponniyin Selvan, to this day. It was the second year of his reign, and music flowed in delight at the gentleness yet ferocity of their King, who they crowned as the greatest of all time. Amidst them, a young teenager, who placed not just immense admiration but an unending pride on the current Chola Emperor, walked along the gardens. The blooming flowers soothed him nearly as much as his mother did.

Madhurantakan Vikraman, the heir of the Chola Kingdom, the eldest son of Raja Raja Cholan and his first wife, Udaiya Pirattiyar Vaanavan Maadeviyar, commonly known as Vaanathi, felt like he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had been raised from a young age by not just his Amma and Appa, but also by his Athai, his Periya Patti Sembiyan Maadevi, and his Chittis, as they entered his life. He was the closest to his father's second and third wives, Loka Maadevi and Panchavan Maadevi, after his mother. Vaanathi was Madhurantakan's solace, his calmness. His father often remarked that he was a lot like Arulmozhi himself when it came to Vaanathi, which made Madhurantakan beam with pride, every single time.

He sighed, touching the flowers lightly. His mother was doing a very tough vratam to pray for Chola Nadu, and his Chittis were aiding her, both following their own vratas for the same. Madhurantakan always felt that the spiritual growth his Amma, Chittis and Appa had shown aided in the unity of Chola Nadu, and he wanted to see devotion and spirituality grow.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he turned, just as his eleven year old, almost twelve year old brother Araiyan ran up to him.

"Anna! Anna!"

"Calm down, Aru. What is it?" Madhurantakan asked, half curious, half worried. While he himself was a prankster, when Araiyan got something in his mind, the process ended up involving all the children and the results, scoldings from Vaanathi for all the children.

"Anna, Appa is with Amma and Chittis. They have some royal matters to discuss, and Appa asked me to spend time with you."

"And?"

"I have an idea!"

Madhurantakan shook his head fondly, eyeing his hyper brother. He should have known, but he was also looking forward to this. Pranks with Araiyan always allowed him to feel better and pulled him away from his overthinking spiral.

"Tell me about it, as we go and recruit Mathi."

Madhurantakan winced as he met his mother's stern eyes, and he pouted, knowing he looked exactly like his father when he did that. Kundavai and Arulmozhi seemed to smirk at each other, both knowing what Madhurantakan was doing. Vaanathi, however, was not fooled, for her eyes narrowed, and it was only Danti Sakti's (Loka Maadevi's) gentle touch that stopped the former from bursting into an angry rant.

Vaanathi took a deep breath, and sweetly began to question the children, and the troop of siblings and cousins exchanged looks. They were all going to get it from Vaanathi then, and they knew it.

Madhurantakan had to smile though. His mother's scoldings felt like delight to him.

****

"Vaanathi?"

Vaanathi looked up from her documents to meet her husband's eyes. She placed them down, standing up to open her arms for him, laughing when he sunk into them immediately. They somehow fit, despite Vaanathi being much smaller than her way too tall, well built due to practice and war husband. She giggled softly when he pecked her neck, his strong arms cradling her form against his own. He snuggled into her, before taking her to their bed to hug her more.

"What is wrong, my Lord?" she ran her fingers through his hair, and he sighed, huffing a soft laugh.

"How do you always know, my love?"

"I just know you, husband. Tell me, what is the matter?" she left a soothing kiss on his forehead, smiling when she felt his muscles relax.

"I am worried about Madhu."

Vaanathi sighed. She too was worried about their elder son. He walked around like he held the world on his shoulders, and Araiyan had come to her with his worries about his elder brother as well. She looked at her husband and said, "He is much like you, Swami. You were so when you were nineteen, were you not?"

"I never wanted my children to feel this way, Vaanathi. Not any of them," the Emperor confessed, anguish crossing his face. "Did you talk to Sakti and Azhagi about this?"

"I did, Swami. And they too noticed Madhu's change in behaviour. Sakti, of course, is of the opinion that an adventure will help, for her spirit, yours and Azhagi's are more for open freedom, than taking what we have and using it as freedom."

"That is why we three have you and Akka," he said fondly. "You and Akka ground Sakti, Azhagi and myself, and you know it."

"Yes we do," Vaanathi said. "But Madhu, my love, Madhu might be a lot like you, but he is like me even more in this. The only difference is, being young, he does not know how to make use of what he has and make that itself freedom."

"He needs you to teach him, Vaanathi. It took me some time to learn from you. Marrying you taught me how to work within the constraints of the heavy expectations and still feel free."

"Freedom is made within first, before we pursue it in external situations. I will talk to Madhu, Swami, you rest assured."

"I trust you, my love. I trust you."

****

Vaanathi got the opportunity to talk to Madhurantakan properly two days later. She watched her eldest quietly, as he plopped himself near her feet, laying his head on her lap. She could feel the weight on his still young shoulders, and the burden of being the heir, of being raised the heir. There had always been a tug of war among most of the family on how Madhurantakan should be, till Vaanathi had put her foot down, and Arulmozhi, now Raja Raja Cholan, as well as Kundavai, had supported her.

"Madhu," she said softly, carding her fingers through his hair.

"Amma?" he seemed to curl in, allowing her soothing touch to balance him, an action Vaanathi knew all too well.

"Do you want to hear a story about your Appa?"

"About Appa?" Madhurantakan looked at her, his chin on her lap, and she nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his curls, so much like Arulmozhi himself.

"Yes. When expectations become too heavy, we feel very burdened by them. We want an escape, we want freedom. Even your Appa, who is so conscientious of his duty, was like that."

Madhurantakan's eyes lit up, and Vaanathi sighed. Seemed like the son was as much his father as he was Vaanathi herself. She knew she had to explain the truth of life so that Madhurantakan could make a decision that he felt was right for himself. She never wanted to stifle him, but she did want him to learn of his options.

"When Selvar felt so," Selvar was a nickname retained from the pre-marriage days, one she still called Arulmozhi, "he found Samudrakumari, your Patti Poonkuzhali. He thought that he wanted to marry her because he wanted the freedom she represented."

"He wanted to.. WHAT?" Madhurantakan had grown up seeing his father's romantic nature with his mother being a steady presence. He could not envision this situation at all. His father was still in love with his mother, despite his respect and care and even love for his other wives.

"I was hurt too, but I understood his reasons once I realized what he really wanted," Vaanathi told her son gently, raking her fingers through his hair. "We did have a rough time in between, but we sorted it out ultimately."

For a moment, Vaanathi was lost in her younger self and the pain, the loss of self worth, and the painstaking realization that the love of her life doubted her. But they had slowly patched it up, bit by bit, creating a secure, understanding environment filled with openness between them. She turned to her son, whose eyes were bright, a mixture of hers and his father's.

"Madhu, there are three types of people in the world: those who live their lives in freedom without realizing the things they are missing, those who want freedom but stay back with their responsibilities, and those who take what they have and create freedom for themselves. Your Appa is the second type, as are Sakti and Azhagi. Their duties and responsibilities come first, and thus, their freedom takes a different manifestation in their dreams for our Kingdom. To ground them, Akka and I are there. Madhu, it is up to you to decide who you want to be among these three types."

"Amma, what about you? What type are you?" Madhu asked, though his eyes said he knew. Vaanathi tapped his forehead, as if to say that she wanted to hear this from him.

"You make freedom with what you already have," Madhurantakan said, looking at her with awe. "That is why you are so grounded, why Appa and both Sakti Chitti and Azhagi Chitti turn to you, not just for advice, but also for comfort, for peace. Amma, you bring peace to our family, to our Kingdom."

"Madhu, how can one person do all that? Everyone plays their role in the peace," she kissed his forehead gently. She laughed softly when her son cuddled into her, his affections open with her, even during formal events, much like Arulmozhi with his own mother. After some time in the cuddle, Madhurantakan spoke again.

"Amma, teach me how to take what I have and find freedom in it, please?"

Vaanathi smiled, knowing that she had understood her son right. She knew he would ask for this, and he did. She nodded, hugging him gently, before settling down to share words of advice and her perspective. Later, she would ask him to go to Kundavai, who had taught both Vanathi and Arulmozhi, and who played a big role in raising all the children of the family, whose perseverance, steadiness combined with firmness and care had given the children more freedom than they knew. 

********

@ahamasmiyodhah @thegleamingmoon @yehsahihai @mahaswrites @hum-suffer @theramblergal @moon-880 @arachneofthoughts @whippersnappersbookworm @rang-lo @celestesinsight @willkatfanfromasia @mahi-wayy @ragkee @houseofbreadpakoda @sambaridli @nidhi-writes @hollogramhallucination @writersiya @chaliyaaa @bluedestinyruins @leoprincess21 @ambidextrousarcher @nushkiespeaks Let me know what you all think! This OS was inspired.

[iamfruitie]

Kinktober 2024 Day 13

Edging - Danti

Anti giggled as he looked up at his restraints, some braided ropes wrapped around his wrists and tied to the bed frame. There wasn’t much worry about the restraints being too strong since Anti could break the frame to free himself in case of an emergency. 

“Hey, handsome~” Anti giggled some more, spreading his legs as Dark knelt between them. His eyes traveled along Dark’s chest, stomach, and arms. 

Yes, Dark was attractive, but he was also fascinating. The scar-like markings on his body reminded Anti of shattered glass, and their feel had that almost cooling touch as well. Dark was always cold, and Anti was always hot, and it worked out in their favor. 

“Are you still good with me doing anything that I want?” Dark asked, trailing his fingers up Anti’s body, letting them linger against the bare skin. While Dark was without a shirt, Anti was fully without clothing. He had laid on the bed naked, waiting for Dark and letting it be known right away that he was in a mood. 

“Use me, Darky.” Anti licked at the corner of his lips, arching up into Dark’s hand when it brushed against his chest. 

“Gladly.” Dark chuckled and caught Anti in a kiss, humming when it turned messy fast. 

Anti wasn’t known for patience, so it wasn’t shocking when he was already nipping at Dark’s lips and moving his tongue like he was trying to taste the entirety of his mouth. Dark placed a hand behind Anti’s head, taking hold of his hair and getting him to turn his head so he could return the kiss. A little tug on the hair got Anti to inhale sharply, and Dark used that moment to take over the kiss, reminding Anti he was in charge for the night.

“I love it when you get rough~” Anti chuckled.

“Just you wait.” Dark dipped his head down, scraping his teeth against Anti’s neck, pressing down harder on the scarred skin. Anti let out a shaky breath, hips rocking as Dark’s hand went down and squeezed his inner thigh. 

“I’m not good at waiting.” Anti tilted his head to show off more of his neck for Dark to bite at. 

“I know, and we’re going to work on it.” Dark grinned.

“That fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Anti didn’t get an answer and forgot his question as soon as Dark’s hand was around his cock. Dark took advantage of that distraction and pumped his hand much faster than Anti was expecting. “Holy hell, Dark,” Anti grunted, bucking into the hand, and was again surprised that Dark allowed him. There was a good chance something was getting planned, but he’d care about that later since he was enjoying chasing the pleasure. 

“Does that feel good?” Dark asked, lowering his bites to suck a mark onto Anti’s collarbone. 

“Yeah~” Anti breathed out his answer, closing his eyes and loving how it looked like Dark was going to let him cum as soon as possible. He was definitely okay with that. Dark chuckled and watched Anti’s body, having learned a few times from their many times together in bed, and when he noticed the shift in Anti’s breathing, he pulled his hand away. “Ah, fuck! Dark!” Anti cursed loudly in protest. “I was so close!” 

“We’re learning how to wait, remember?” Dark had an evil glint in his eyes as he sat back up.

“You mother fucker.” Anti grumbled.

“You can always use the safe word if it’s too much.” 

“I know.” 

“You’re adorable when you pout.” Dark teased as he went down to his stomach, putting Anti’s thighs on his shoulders. 

“I’m not, and I don’t.” Anti continued ‘not pouting’. 

“Whatever you say, dove.” Dark winked before casually popping the head of Anti’s cock into his mouth, tasting the precum as he rolled his tongue around. Anti whined and tugged on the ropes. 

“Dark.” Anti groaned, crossing his ankles and trying to pull Dark down, wanting, no, needing to feel that warm, wet mouth around all of him. 

Dark squeezed Anti’s thighs and let out a deep breath, relaxing his jaw and throat and taking more and more of the cock into his mouth. The low moan of approval told Dark he was doing well, and he began slowly bobbing his head, taking his time to go down as far as he could and hollowing his cheeks at the top. Anti looked down at Dark, and the sight alone got another moan to come out of him. Dark’s lips were stretched out fully, a dusting of a darker shade of gray across his cheeks, and the way his pupils were blown wide with lust was a lot for one glitch to handle. 

“Fuck you!” Antu blurted out when Dark moved away, cutting him short of cumming again. 

“We’ll get to that point soon.” Dark chuckled. “You are so impatient.” He teased, a part of his shadow shifting and becoming a tendril. The tendril slipped into the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. The only one who knew Dark would use his abilities in the bed was Anti, and thankfully, Anti seemed to like having this secret since he’s yet to brag about it to the others, or at least whoever he has told wasn’t one to spread that info around. 

“That’s what you love about me.” Anti almost purred as Dark shifted back up to his knees and popped open the lube bottle. 

“I also love that voice of yours,” Dark stated as he coated his fingers with the slick substance. “Maybe if you ask me kindly, I’ll stop my game a little early and let you cum this time.” 

“You’re asking me to beg?” Anti scoffed, moving his legs as Dark put his hand between them. 

“It doesn’t have to be a beg beg, but a please would be so lovely.” Dark rubbed his finger against Anti, getting the other to shiver from the cold feeling.

“Maybe.” Anti rolled his hips, trying to encourage Dark to just do it already. 

“I’m sure you can handle that much.” Dark followed the silent ask and pushed a finger in. He caught Anti in a kiss and, before he could be told to, added a second finger and curled them. Anti groaned against Dark’s lips. While edging made him pouty, he had to admit the sensitivity that started kicking in with it was pretty fun. He tried to match his hips to how Dark was thrusting his hand. Oh yeah, that sensitivity was fucking amazing. 

“Faster,” Anti demanded, feeling the ropes rubbing against his wrists as he squirmed. “Fuck~” He moaned when a third was pushed in, and he was now getting properly fucked by Dark’s fingers. “Like that, like that, Dark~” 

“You’re getting close again, aren’t you?” Dark asked, only getting a new moan in response. “Do you want to cum or am I stopping again?” 

“Keep going, keep going.” Anti panted. 

“You know what to say.” Dark sang the last word, having his own fun with this. 

“Come on,” Anti whined, and it became a whimper when Dark started slowing his hand. “Please.”

“What was that?” Dark pressed for more.  

“Please.” The flush on Anti’s face that was from the pleasure deepened with embarrassment.

“One more time.” Dark started moving his hand and fingers faster.

“Shit-please. I want to cum, please.” Anti spoke the words quickly, pulling on the ropes, and the bedframe creaked a little. 

“Good boy.” Dark praised and bit down on Anti’s chest, not shocked when that was enough to send Anti over the edge. 

“Dark!” Anti cried out, cumming hard and making the frame creak louder. 

“We might want to rethink how we play with restraints.” Dark chuckled. 

[a-proto-anon]

Just so you know you just unleashed the lithuanian ďemon thats been wanting to show my fav lithuanian songs

Idk hwo to comentate on stuff much so these are just my opinions on them

My favorite song of all time defiently Depozito by the black biceps!! Sadly i do not think its on Spotify so i gatta get it from youtube

Its a parody of despacito and its a BANGER. Love it

A second song that i absolutely LOVE is Švęsim Kalėdas kartu!! Ofocurse it is a christmas song būt i simply do not giev a FUCK and i listen to it all year round

If you understand lithuanian even a lil bit please listen to it it is AMAZING.

Another song is Robinzonas!

My brother has somehing to do with it to the point where it has just become a joke among so many people to the point where i even find it hilarious lol. Mostly the reason why its up here

My top two song is trys milijonai

I literaly cannot out into words on how much i love this song. Its a banger and if you dont like it you dont only have beef with me būt with half of my family

Ofcourse this wouldnt be a good lithuanian songs list with the classic 39

Classic and an absolute banger. Defiently in my top 5 favorites

I adore Į Venesuelą. It is such a good song i cant. Def my top third

Love it. If you hate it you are public enemy number 1

Ofcourse we CANNOT forget Vaikai po lelijom

Its a song i had to performa dance with others. It was fun but i was really scared because my performing skills arent the best

Another good song is Geri vyrai

It has a lithuanian tongue twister(?) Geriams vyrams geroj girioj gerą girą gera gert and some variations of it. Banger.

Special mentions :

Ligit debating on making an aniamtion with it

Great song in general but not a fav

Actually was debating on putting it into my list but it was already getting too long so i decided to not

Audio limit reached sadly i gatta reblog this because i have a lot of songs that i just HAVE to mention

[damnthelust]

I loved your other corporate au! with Danti specifically where Dark gets a lil jealous of Die. But I was think maybe as another blurb Dark being jealous and a little possessive of Anti even though he’s first starting out and still unsure of his feelings for him!

Ooh~

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“Hello, Darki-Dark!” Infelix greeted as he opened the door, entering the man’s office with confidence and entitlement that made Dark eternally groan. Anti looked at the man, confused as to who he was and Infelix stared right back, eyeing Anti up and down.

Dark did not like that.

“Who’s this, Dark? Going into the modeling market now?” Anti blushed a bit and Dark cleared his throat.

“Anti, this is Infelix, owner of the platform ‘SocialPulse’, he is my collaborator and sponsor,” Dark explained before looking back to Infelix, “Infelix, this is my assistant, Anti.”

“Well it’s a pleasure meeting you, Anti,” Infelix winked as he took the other’s hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles, Anti put on a smile.

“Charmed.”

“Hard to get I see?” Infelix grinned, looking over to Dark who seemed void of any emotion on his face, which was new to Anti.

“What was the cause for you to barge in my office, Infelix? Our meeting isn’t until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ah, just wanted to see my main man!” Dark scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Now come on, Dark you can’t say that you don’t like me.”

“I barely tolerate you.”

“We are getting there! Anyway, I got some papers that you need to sign, this is majorly the change of revenue and updates within the policy of SocialPulse.” Anti watched Infelix tossed the papers onto the man’s desk and before he could do anything, he was given a card. “I know that’s suppose to be for business but, if you decide you want to have a chat, dinner, or drink just call me.” A smirk was on Infelix’s face and Dark could feel his whole body warm up with a boiling rage he couldn’t describe. “Too-da-loo!!”

“He seems very extra,” Anti spoke as Infelix left the office.

“He’s a pain in the ass majority of the time.” Dark said and Anti hummed, looking at the business card again, “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” That got Anti’s attention.

“Excuse me?”

“He was eyeing you as if you were nothing more than a piece of meat.” Dark gruffed, grabbing a pen and began looking over the papers.

“I can assure you that the feelings are not mutual.” Anti can see Dark visibly relax after hearing that, making him smirk. “Want me to grab a bottle, sir?”

“Please.”

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[psychoticwillgraham]

overdue ass info post about me

i’m Will and im 29, and my gender is nothing that is comprehensible to humanity. very androgynous and obnoxious about it, drag king for 7 years now in a ass backwards conservative tourist trap river town in Missouri. my sexuality is. who the fuck knows honestly. super amateur artist and new Warframe enthusiast.

any pronouns EXCEPT for she/her, but I prefer it/its, but if that’s not accessible to u bc of language or w/e, they or he is just fine. aromantic as fuck, and ace, but still have a high ish libido sometimes despite all the damn psych meds im on.

i have an unknown psychotic disorder, but my mental health team just slaps the schizoaffective label on me as well as BPD, autism (not officially dxed on paper, but verbally by both my psych and therapist), PTSD, suspected OCPD, and according to my therapist, a ‘cocktail of features from every personality disorder that makes it impossible to properly diagnose’ me. undiagnosed system too.

standard DNI applies, like no conservatives/right wingers, anything like that.

horny on main and not ashamed of it, constantly posting about how i want to fuck Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, yknow, my little gay cannibals. proud old man fucker.

Ships I’ll write (for the egos I’ll pretty much write everything) for requests

Hannigram (my main one)

Darkstache (Darkiplier/Wilford Warfstache)

Danti (Darkiplier/Antisepticeye)

Klaine (Glee, but I’ll only do horror/scifi/supernatural stuff bc nobody else does and I’m sick of the love dovey boring shit)

John Constantine/Will Graham (the one i invented)

pretty much any combo of markiplier and jacksepticeye egos

specifically Henrik Von Schneeplestein/Chase Brody

Murdock/Bim or any combo of the murderous egos from both of them

Murdock in general

any crackship between any of these characters (like Dark/Hannibal)

and if u send me a request I’ll try to have it done within a day depending on what time u send it and if I’m busy, but I WILL get around to it, I promise!! also will do anything from rated G to Explicit and nearly every kind of kink except for the following: underage (for klaine I’ll only do from the NYC days), zoo, scat, watersports and incest (EXCEPT in the case of the hannibal extended universe ships ie. all of Hugh’s characters being brothers bc they’re aren’t technically), and whatever else I decide to add to this

[lexa-griffins]

I saw your drawing of Lexa in TBAQ and she's an absolute queen 😍 I love her dress, crown, and the colors you picked

Thank you 🥰🩷

Later on Lexa will own the color purple like it was mixed with her in mind, but for now the color that is becoming a symbol of the Queen's consort or Arcadia is one that she finds dull and makes her long of the redness of her attire back in Arbor. The clothes in Arcadia are also much lighter and flowy something Lexa isn't accustomed, thats why she wears the blue side caoe, to hide herself more as Arbor fashion is much stiffer and tends to be more hiding.

Oh and the crown! Everything that's blurred next to that drawing is actually about that crown. Because the crown on Lexa's head is danty and beautiful, encrusted with sapphires, gold and shiny and Lexa hates it. It is said Heda's crown is a heavy burden on the head, sharp ends that prick of the wearer does not have a posture worthy of the commander. Lexa longs for it. This crown... feels far too light on her head. Too painless, too meaningless. Lexa was born with the privilege and the burden of one day carrying the crown of Arbor.... it feels too empty to know she'll live without it.

(And oh, how heavy will it feel on Aden's small head)

[thdrama2]

trebucet posted a driveling dissertation about how the new danties cost too much and people who can afford luxury items are mentally unwell, turns out it was jealousy because they made a design identical to the dainty. - thread- tinyurl(.)com/2hswxyfr --ripoff, lots of NSFW-- toyhou(.)se/23396231.honey --original-- darling-dainties(.)com/dainty/650e0e878ca45b02b5ef74d4

Thread and original Dainty.

The character "Honey" seems to be gone so it cannot be sourced. Unless you can source the character I will have to delete this.

Edit: Honey is sourced.

[corpus-chorus]

Hi hello, waving at you! was here in October and now I have returned to let you know that I’ve once again been gripped with Danti brainrot over ‘the world has too much noise’

I’m Not Normal about it, it’s still SO GOOD and once again you’re an Insanely Good writer

ANGNANGNANGNAG (biting and gnawing) (feral about those fics)

I was wondering, do you have any other facts about Dark and Anti in that universe? Like what hobbies does Dark have perhaps? :o

(Just little things like that if you have any to share, no pressure of course !!)

Oh don't do this to me. Don't give me permission to start unleashing all the nonsense in my brain about this universe. Do not give me this power I will abuse it.

I will give you one (1) thing for Dark that I kept meaning to put in early parts of the series and kept forgetting because my brain is swiss cheese: There's a side note the first time that Anti goes in Dark's room about how it's weirdly nondescript - simple furniture, plain sheets, nothing eye catching - but that's only because Anti didn't turn around. Dark's bedroom is boring as fuck when you look in from the door because there's the risk of other people seeing into it, and he's uh . . . private. We'll go with private.

But anyways, there's a fucking massive portrait of the andromeda galaxy on the wall by the door, which you can only see when you're actually in the bedroom. Think like this:

It's pretty much the only thing in his house with any kind of personality. And it takes the place over his dresser where a mirror should be.

As for hobbies, the man does 2 things with his free time: pretending to work around Anti and hanging out with a friend to mutually beat the shit out of each other. If he's not doing one of those two things, he's working, or he's dead. Hope that helps!

[sevicia]

COMING AFTER YOUR DOG WHO YOU HAVE PICTURES OF ON YOUR BLOG IS AN INSANE MOVE TRULY

IT IS ACTUALLY SO UNSERIOUS like I just don't know what drives a person to behave like this.

[iamvegorott]

kissing prompts 10 Danti maybe?

10. Sharing a kiss over a cup of coffee ----------

Anti glitched into the kitchen and perked up when he saw some coffee still in the pot, meaning he didn’t have to make a new one. The smell of coffee in the air told him it was still fresh. Even better. 

He giggled and went to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of chocolate creamer and some caramel syrup. Today was an extra sweet tooth kind of day. Anti quickly put his coffee together, pouring in the syrup to stir it in and letting it melt before pouring some of the creamer. He gave the drink a test sip and found it to be perfect. 

“I see you snuck out here while I was in the shower,” Dark commented as he joined Anti in the kitchen. “Was that the last of the coffee?” He added when he noticed the empty pot. 

“You snooze, you lose.” Anti giggled, taking another sip. 

“I wasn’t asleep. I was cleaning up because someone likes to make too many messes and doesn’t clean up after himself.” Dark made a point to look at the opened syrup and creamer on the counter. A spot of syrup was also on the counter. 

“Don’t know what you mean~” Anti sang. 

“I am more than sure that you do.” Dark hummed and was now standing in front of Anti. 

“I might need an extra hint.” Anti held the mug between him and Dark with one hand while the other rested on Dark’s chest. 

“Like this?” Dark whispered before leaning in and kissing Anti, cupping his cheek to hold him close. “Was that good enough?” 

“For now.” Anti grinned. That grin turned into a confused look when Dark was now sipping from a mug and stepping away. He looked down at his hand and saw that his coffee was gone. “Oh, you shit!”  ---------- Soft Kissing Prompts: Link

[fortitudina]

BASIC INFORMATION

 FULL NAME: Dantanian Daeva NICKNAME: Grand Duke, Danti, Dan, DD, Master, Sir AGE: 3.4 billion BIRTH DATE: 9th February GENDER: Male ( predominantly ) SPECIES: Demon ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual RELIGION: N/A SPOKEN LANGUAGE: Multilingual CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Hell & an apartment in Los Angeles OCCUPATION: Demon of Lust, Owner of The Den of the Depraved

RELATIONSHIPS

 PARENTS:         • Lucifer ( creator ) SIBLINGS:       • Aeshma Daeva ( Twin ) SIGNIFICANT OTHER:       •  Azure Mortis / Verse Dependent CHILDREN:       • Lyall Mortis ( with Azure )       • Simiel Mortis ( with Azure )       • Ibby Mortis ( with Azure )       • Meir Mortis ( with Azure )       • Verse Dependent FRIENDS:       • Mazikeen       • Sima Morningstar       • Lucien Morningstar OTHER CONNECTIONS:      • Paimon      • Phenex      • Valentin Demiurgos      • Alexei Strix      • Adrian Strix

PHYSICAL TRAITS

 EYE COLOUR: Brown HAIR COLOUR: Brunette HEIGHT: 6’3” BODY BUILD: Muscular TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: Body covered in various tattoos NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Several small scars scatter his body as a result of Solomon and clients who have gotten too rough, along with his sister

POWERS & ABILITIES

POWERS:      • Knows human thoughts and can change them at will, can make people fall in love       • Shows visions of people anywhere to others     • Teacher of all arts and sciences     • Can make lust fill the air, in turn, making others feel the desire of lust and have the need to engage in sexual acts.       • Can calm those who choose to submit as well as teach those who wish to dominate.       • Dark Blast     • Fiends of Darkness     • Genesis Dark Rain     • Demonis Psionics     • Demonic Telekenisis     • Biology Magic     • Living State     • Bio-negation     • Selective Illness     • Dark Light Ball of Love ABILITIES:      • Has the ability to change into one or all of his other faces       • Possesses the ability to render another submissive or dominant with his lustful energy.       • Can sing and play several instruments     • skilled in Hand-to-Hand combat WEAKNESSES:      • Celestial Weaponry      • King Solomon

 PHOBIAS & DISORDERS

 PHOBIAS:      • Enclosed/Small Spaces      • Losing those he loves MENTAL DISORDERS: ~ WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: ~

PERSONALITY

 PERSONALITY TYPE: ESFP-A ( Assertive Entertainer ) MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral INTELLIGENCE: Above-Genius Intellect LIKES:     • Challenges     • Reading     • Sex DISLIKES:      • Arrogance      • Liars      • Brats DISPOSITION: Driven and Hardworking, he is often determined to get things done. He holds a lustful demeanour but that is not all to him. He is a very caring being and will protect those he loves dearly. EXTRAS: It is best to know that Dantanian will stop at nothing to protect those he holds dear. Do not get on his bad side.

BIOGRAPHY:

Dantanian was created alongside his sister Aeshma, by Lucifer. Not only was Lucifer wanting to create demons to help him with Hell, but he also wanted his eldest daughter to have someone other than himself and her mother. There was only so much that either of them could do or teach her, and so, Lucifer saw to creating others that she could befriend as well as help run the Hell loops as more and more souls were made to come to Hell with their guilt. 

As the aeons slowly passed, Dantanian played witness to the birth of more children between the King and Queen, along with more and more demons. But he also played witness to how Lilith began to grow bitter; how she began to turn on Lucifer and claim a layer of Hell as her own, creating Lilim ~ originally for Lucifer but now for her own gain too. In her vendetta against his King, Dantanian saw how the princess was also being treated and made it one of his duties to serve her in a way that he knew she needed whenever a lover of hers was driven away or killed at Lilith’s hand. 

Dantanian took on the role of Sima’s Dominant whilst Lucifer gave her the task of commanding the Hellhounds that he’d created to guard over Hell. Dantanian happily took on the role; providing the release from the control that she needed whenever her mother struck again. Slowly, he transitioned his role, teaching her how to become a Dominant, herself and always agreeing to be her submissive, should she need that of him rather than a Dominant.

Aeons continued to pass and Dantanian remained loyal to both Lucifer and Sima, however, one night, he was summoned by an unfamiliar voice and ultimately became entrapped by King Solomon. He was not alone, however. He saw as 71 others were trapped by the King too, and all of them exploited by the man for their powers and abilities. Being trapped in tiny vessels and thrown into the ocean once there was no use for them any longer, did not bother Dantanian like it did some of the others and upon Lucifer finding them all and rescuing them, Dantanian was among the few that helped to calm some of the others and see to it that they recovered well from the ordeal. 

As the centuries passed after that, Dantanian watched as Sima and her sister took themselves off, up to Earth before some of his fellow demons and the King himself, did the same. Dantanian wondered what the attraction with Earth was after his brush with King Solomon, so he took himself up there too and saw how much things had changed. It was the 20th century when he first went back up and saw Los Angeles, Dantanian quickly found himself rather taken by the atmosphere; he also saw how the humans were around one another and saw the perfect chance to open a business. The Den of the Depraved ( an exclusive members only, BDSM club ) was born and it immediately began to thrive; including the room he’d made especially for the likes of his sister, so that she had a safe place to feed, away from being seen. 

Dantanian split his time between Earth and Hell, often using the office in his club as his means of getting between worlds. Now, he happily resides between both, having a home both on Earth, along with living in the palace in Hell.

[piavia]

Last on my note’s folder

Dream on 30th april

I dreamed bout my ex. That’s super crazy!

I’m not remember all of my dream but, we use indo aja xixi

Jadi, gatau gmn. Pokok kita semua lagi duduk dan bawa tas masing2

Awalnya gapaham bgt bjir lokasinya. 

Seingetku, kita semua lagi duduk dibangku panjang. Ada 2 bangku, depan dan blkg, gatau nunggu brangkat kyke. Duduk dikursi kyk ceritae itu mobil. Trus pas nunggu, aku bosen akhire aku mau pipis. Aslie ga brani, soalnya gelap2, tp tak braniin. Trus pas mau masuk kamar mandi. Lampue kan mati, aku nyoba2 mencet stop kontak. Sumpa banyak bgt stop kontaknya. Tp aku mencet stop kontak yg aman. Ga ganggu mereka semua, maksudku takute matiin ruma itu. Ohya btw aku pipis kyk diruma gt. Trus ada cowo mboh aku balik lagi ke kursi apa gmn lupa. Akhire aku dibantu sm cowo itu buat nyari stop kontak lampu. Nyari2, tetep gaada bjir. Akhire dia blg “aku tanya hanafi aja” WHATTT HANAFIII??? Tbtb bgt

Trus aku mengelak, sungkan lah mosok yg butuh aku, dee yg nanya.

Cowo2 pada berdiri di blkg kursi. Untunge hanafi di pojokan. Ini kyke posisi hanafi punya pacar and also me. 

Aku ke hanafi, “hann, lampu kamar mandi di sebelah mana?”

Trus lupa ngobrol apa, pokoke lgsg sm aku masuk menuju ke stop kontak. Bjir jauh bgt jalannya. Pokok diruma bagian blkg 

“Jauhnya hann, kalo km kebelet bgt gmn anjir”

Dee senyum

Pas sampe, dia mencet mboh nyalain gt. Trus kita balik lagi. Nah disininih mulai

Lupa bahas apa anjir. Seingetku

“Kamu mau ta ikut lomba bhs inggris, cuman cerita what ur story bout past” (intie kyk gt lah)

“Aku bukannya gamau. Tp gmn ya. Harus pake buku bhs inggris ta? Soalnya bukuku gatau dmn” ini kyke aku gamau, soale aku inget. Di bukuku (dlm ingatanku iku notes ini) ada pembahasan tntg masa lalu aku yaitu nyeritain hanafi, mankkannya aku masi ragu ikut engga lomba itu.

Anjir pokoknya gainget blas kalimat obrolan. Intinya hanafi nge iyain, bebas gt. Trus bahas ntr lomba sm bbrp anak

Trus aku “yauda, ntr km info aku ya, kapan, trus brapa lamanya. Biar aku siap2”

Trus kita jalan. Sumpa kyk jauh bgt gt

Jalan eh tbtb tangannya hanafi nyenggol gt, trus megang tanganku bntr, trus dilepas. Trus aku nyoba megang juga (i know i super crazy too). Trus malah kyk dijalanan apa gmn ya. Trus hanafi jalannya makin mepet sm aku, jd bener2 nyentuh badanku bagian kanan. Jd kyk brasa aku jalan diblkg sisi bagian kiri dee, nempel gt

Nah trus misah mboh gmn. Ada danty (kyke pacare hanafi)

Kita jalan2, bahas lomba. Aku cerita ke danty. Trus sambil, ngasihin kertas untel2 an yg dikasih hanafi. Aku blg tak baca diruma aja, kirain apa gt. Trus danty maksa buat baca skrg. Tp aku gamau. Trus aku mikir, ga mungkin bjir gamau. Kan danty pacarnya. Trus yauda dibuka danty. Isi suratnya

Aku masih sayang sama kamu dan (kalimat inggris) trus bawahnya juga ada satu paragraf, tp ga kebaca. Soale lgsg tak saut dr danty, karna sungkan anjir lgsg diliat pacarnya. 

“He sini sini wes gaapa tak baca diruma”

“Anjir aku gatau itu”

“Gaapa, itu ada danty juga”

Mikir, yah mungkin panggilannya danty kyk gt

Trus bahas lomba. 

“Aku ga yakin sm adeny”

Jalan lah kita. Ada cewe canti nunggu di pinggiran belok2 an portal. Trus ada ibu2 brenti tbtb. 

Kami berdua bingung, kyk gmn gt

“Oala ibue toh” 

Eh si cewe malah ngece ngmng gajelas gt

Aku sm danty “lah ngilokno”

Aku duduk lahh. Posisi aku di bangku bagian depan

Hanafi di blkg kiri. Ada 2 bangku panjang gt

Aku ngantongi kertas untel2 an gede di saku bagian kiri. 

Hanafi di blkg liat “sampahnya mbok ya dibuang aja”

Aku masi baper apa gmn gt. Trus tak ambil di saku “gaapa kok”

Karna blom brangkat2, akhirnya aku mikir “duduk sembarang dululah, karna full bawaan barang gt” aku berdiri. 

“Kursi kosong cuman ada disebelah ibunya sm sebelah hanafi” aku ke sebelah ibunya. Eh dia lagi nganu anak bayinya. Jd gajadi deh, trus kyk nya aku ke hanafi kalo ga balik ke tempatku. 

Trus nanda pindah ke dalam mobil. Aku tanyain “kenapa pindah nann?”

“Aku ga yakin sama (nama cewe) gada yg mantau buat lomba nya. Mankkannya lebih baik pindah”

“Lah aku yaapa lombanya? Kok diblkg nan? Adep blkg lagi”

“Iya di depan (nama cewe), nah blkg e aku sm adikku”

Oke gainget apapun aku

Ohiya selama duduk abis dr kamar mandi, itu ada spsi namae. Anak yg abis kena skandal. Aku denger pokok ada cowo yg blkg ke dee. Km ikut ya?. Aku mikir ohiya kan pacare. Nah ini bingung antara pacare hanafi apa bukan. Trus ada adeny anjir duduk, dibangku kanan depan

Pokok nanda juga ga yakin sm adeny dalam lomba itu

Lgsg aku bgn, karna uda jam 9, mau nyuci anjir anjir speechless sampean. Knapa tbtb mimpi itu

Btw mimpiku antara pagi hari ini. Jadi, aku kalo ada org masuk kamar, aku bgn gt. Dan bolak balik tante masuk, jd aku bgn bgn, abangku juga, jd bgn bgn

[iamfruitie]

What do you think, for all the ships, is something their partner could do to make them weak in the knees? (I’ve been having thoughts specifically MadMare but I am curious on your take) -🎃

I look forward to hearing those thoughts~ Here's a few of mine:

Madmare; Mare - It doesn't take much for Mare to get horny for Mad, hell, sometimes Mad is just casually reading and Mare is ready to go. But there is something Mad does that makes Mare's knees go weak. Mad will tug Mare close, lips brushing against his and he'll softly whisper Mare's name. Mare is doomed at that moment Mad - He's way too easy to fluster but what really makes him forget how to move his own legs is whenever Mare cages Mad either against a wall, the counter, the bed, anywhere, with his body and drops his voice down low and goes 'My perfect starlight~'.

Danti; Dark - Always goes a little weak whenever Anti says anything along the lines of 'I'm yours~' Anti - Cannot explain why but something about Dark removing his tie/rolling up his sleeves just makes him weak

Dapperstache; Wilford - He's not one to get flustered, horny, and excited, yes, but not one to casually get weak in the knees but something about seeing JJ with a gun, regardless of how it's used has him bluescreening and needing a moment to regain movement in his knees JJ - He adores all of Wilford but watching Wilford slipping off his suspenders from behind is just a sight. The movement of his shoulders, the shift of his muscles beneath his shirt. JJ's a blushing mess by the time Wilford turns around

Trickshot; Chase - He doesn't know how to breathe, let alone walk after Marvin pulls him in close and calls him his 'favorite good boy~' Marvin - He's like Wilford with not getting flustered too easily but he does get weak and bashful whenever Chase does a 'kiss attack' which is just him kissing all over Marvin's face without his mask, saying he loves him and praising his glowing freckles

Phantomhero Jackie - He always becomes a weak mess at Phantom praising him. He is the weakest whenever Phantom calls him 'his hero' Phantom - He usually has too much fun flustering Jackie that he thinks he can't get flustered in return. But he's reminded that he can be whenever Jackie has to be serious. His tone drops, his eyes darken and Phantom forgets how to function when Jackie is like that