#di/div

[audio-of-neopronouns]

Audio Transcription:

This morning, di went to the park.

I went with div.

And di brought divs frisbee.

At least I think it was divs.

By the end of the day, di started throwing the frisbee to divself.

[jellinuy]

trapezing the line between a good nap and staying awake, laid atop your boyfriend's chest, curled up in his t-shirt with droopy eyes — that was your picture-perfect setting. it's late afternoon, the blue of the sky bleeding into pink and orange giving the living room that oddly-nostalgic ‘early evening’ glow. satoru, pretty ocean eyes focused on the top of your head and the visibility of drool through your slightly-parted lips, rambles on about something — or maybe it's nothing; he loves to hear himself talk. your body is too lead-heavy to care, anyway.

“…’nd you're so pretty," he murmurs against your hair, voice fuzzy, soft kisses punctuating just how much his sweet nothings really meant something. “i don't mean jus’… pretty, i mean like out-of-this-world, baby.” another kiss. “every star in the world could come out all at once” — another kiss — “and none'd be half as gorgeous, 'm so serious.”

he'd only really soften like this when you were asleep and he was sure you couldn't hear him.

“how’d a bastard like me end up with an angel like you, huh?”

satoru would tell you all the things he normally couldn't say when you were conscious — at least, not without hiding it behind some stupid joke or unserious comment or goofy smile.

“i’m so shitty at playin’ it cool,” he chuckled, fingers slipping under your back, tracing his love for you into the skin curled around your spine. “i dunno how you haven’t caught on yet, pretty girl. i’m a fuckin’ mess when it comes to you.”

these were things he could say raw and unfiltered and without having to worry about defacing them with humor and brushing it under the rug. it was easier to tell you while you were asleep. you couldn’t proved he’d ever waxed poetic to you, because, 1.) nobody would ever believe you, and 2.) he’d just blame it on your grogginess and never bring it up again.

you stir at the familiar tingles that shoot up your vertebrae, lashes still resting against the sun-coated apples of your cheeks when you hum, “mm?” so sweetly, because you thought you’d heard him say something. satoru’s body melts into a puddle: “nothin’, baby.” lithe, gentle fingers swirl from your spine, back over your shirt, and across your scalp to lull you back into your nap, hoping you couldn't hear the bass drum that had replaced his heart when you'd woken up.

he kissed your head. drank you in in a way he could never even verbalize if he tried. “nothing,” he repeated. another kiss. “go back to sleep.”

[magicalboything]

blk ,, white ,, grey dividers ,,, !! ^_^

hmm,,, check out my own pixel rentry && about me !!!

[7kyujin]

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[izfaish]

yeah hi he's my oc now. bold words i know. anyway here's my fic about him bc i'm starved of lore skfjgfhds

[neapolitism]

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[mwaidie]

boops must be revived . BOOPS 4 EVERYONE !!

[uupdirector]

The Future Awaits

1/15/24 - Resolution of 2024

See you all soon.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Can you please please please make the pastor’s daughter x rafe little blurb a longer fic omg and it would be so good if Rafe gets her pregnant and her parents find out and either kick her out so she moves in with him or they make her marry rafe you def don’t have to use my ideas because honestly any way you write this it would be so good ❤️

ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓊𝓅

a/n: ooo!! Love this sm.🫶🏽

warnings: pregnancy, mostly fluff ig? morning sickness, mentions of hook ups, sort of an arranged marriage?? But they both actually secretly like each other.

lovely div by @/xxbimbobunnyxx !

You felt sick, miserable as you rolled around in your bed. You let out a groan, feeling the bile rise back up into your throat.

You leaned over the bed and grabbed the bowl for what felt like the tenth time this morning.

“Oh, poor thing.” Your dad had sighed, bringing in more medicine for you to down. But nothing had made you feel better.

When you went into the bathroom, it was then that you had realized you were late. You swallowed, a thought popping into your head before you pushed it back down.

You looked over to the window, the window that showed you the balcony of Tannyhill. You spotted a figure on the balcony. You turned back quickly, shaking your head, and turning the sink on, washing your face with the running water.

You sighed heavily, turning back to the window and looking out. A part of you knew what you needed to do. But you hoped that you were wrong.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” You mumbled, looking down at the lines. “F…” the words died in your throat, a sob escaping instead. You held your head in your hands, glancing out the window.

It was a couple hookups. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You walked over to Tannyhill, wiping away any stray tears, the test hanging heavy in your pockets. You raised your fist, rapping on the door.

You heard a voice talking from inside. “Yeah, y- Look, it’s all taken care of, swear.” He murmured. You knocked on the door again, fishing for the test. You held it up, waiting for him.

“I’m fucking coming!” He shouted this time, opening the door, phone held to his ear by his shoulder. His gaze went to your face to your hands, holding something out in front of you.

His eyes widened, mouth going agape.

“L-listen, Barry, I gotta go.” He mumbled, taking the phone from his ear and hanging up, looking at you again.

It took longer to tell your parents. Weeks for you to finally get the courage. Rafe sat next to you, looking down at the ground, arms folded together.

“Let me get this straight, you’ve… been having premarital sex… underneath this roof?” Your father asked, voice raised. You nodded, looking down as well.

“Honey…” your mother spoke, putting a hand on his shoulder, looking at you with sympathy.

“I know. I sinned…“

“I didn’t raise you like this.” He was disappointed.

“I know, daddy.” You mumbled, tears falling onto your sock covered feet. Rafe pulled you closer to him, trying his best to comfort you silently, a hand on the small of your back.

He sighed, pausing before speaking again. “You understand… that the church is gonna speak, right? This affects me. Us.”

“I know.” You repeated.

“Unless… unless you got married.” He looked at Rafe. Both of you snapped your heads up to look back at your dad.

“Daddy, what do you mean?” You asked the man.

“I’m sorry?” Rafe asked with raised eyebrows, asking him to repeat.

“Would your dad be opposed to you getting married?” He directed his question to Rafe.

“N-no.” He mumbled. “But, sir…”

“And do you love my daughter?”

Rafe looked down at you, you turning to look at him. Rafe huffed. “We haven’t really… gotten that far yet.” He looked back to your dad, avoiding your gaze.

“Well… You two’ll get married. No one needs to know.”

“Wait, daddy, I- I- I don’t even know how far along I am, how am I supposed to hide it for that long?”

“I’ll arrange everything to be done by next weekend. The church will host it, and I’ll ask for donations and everything.” Your dad spoke, standing up and leaving the living room with your mom.

You swallowed, looking back to Rafe. “Fuck.” He grumbled out, his hands going down his face. He exhaled.

“It’s not all bad… is it?” You asked him quietly.

He looked back down at you. “You’re a… a good girl, I’m a fucked up guy. It’ll never work. I’m gonna mess everything up.”

“Now we can be fucked up together.” You mumbled to him, a chuckle escaping his mouth.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

tear you apart

pairing: carlos x umbrella employee! reader

tags/cws: gunplay, oral m! receiving (at gunpoint), g in v (gun in vag), incredibly dubcon/possibly noncon, threats, degradation

summary: after carlos finds out the truth about umbrella's involvement in the raccoon city incident, he confronts a former colleague... with a gun, but make it sexy?

a/n: technically verging on dark content due to, well, the whole gun thing, but it's closer to pwp than anything and it's not as dark as it sounds (but still read at your own risk)

div creds to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

wc: 1.6k

tags: @vaaaaaiolet @leonfucker3000 @rigorwhoring @withonly-sweetheart

Carlos walks into your office with a fire in his eyes that you've never seen before — pure vitriol. Each stride he takes towards you comes with a purpose.

He keeps his composure, stays silent and stoic, until the door is closed behind him, and he stands in front of it with his arms crossed over his chest disapprovingly.

"You knew about this," he says, "and you just let it happen?"

"Knew about what?"

"Everything— Raccoon City, the G-virus, those creatures running around and eating people, the fact that one hundred thousand people died because of us?"

"Whoa, hold on, what do you mean 'because of us'?"

"Umbrella did this, and we worked for them."

"No, the Birkins did this. It's not all of Umbrella's fault that this happened."

"You didn't answer my question before."

"What question?"

"Did you know about the G-virus?”

"Yes. I knew it existed, but I didn't know this would happen, nobody knew this would happen."

"But you knew it could happen?"

"In theory—"

"No, not in theory! People died. I almost died."

"I'm glad you're alive… and I'm not happy that people had to die."

"Bullshit. You know what I think?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're a cold-hearted bitch who doesn't give a fuck about human lives."

"Excuse me?"

"No, I won't."

He steps closer, closer, closer, forcing you to step back until you reach the edge of your desk. You stand there for a moment in silence, his large frame caging you in. You can see him hesitate briefly before grabbing a handgun from his holster.

"What do you have there?" you ask, not intending to be coy. You know what it is, but you pray somehow your senses are failing you. 

"I used this in Raccoon City, to kill innocent people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time and got infected. Now, I'm gonna kill someone who's guilty."

"You don't have to do that, Carlos. You care about people, right? I'm a person, too. And I know you're mad, and I'm really sorry, okay? Please just don't– don't kill me."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"I'll do whatever you ask."

He doesn't ask for anything per se, at least, not verbally. He gestures to you with the gun, then to the floor. Get on your knees, he means.

"Like this?" you ask, terrified as you kneel before him.

"Don't act like you haven't done this before."

Your cheeks burn. Of course you've done this before, you're an adult woman who sleeps with men, most people like you have been in this position before — the gun pointed at you is the only new addition. You shouldn't be so embarrassed.

"You don't expect me to believe that you got this job because you're just so smart and capable, do you?"

"I didn't—" you begin to protest.

"I wouldn't talk if I were you."

"Yes, sir."

For the first time today his face shows something other than rage — pride, satisfaction.

"Normally, I'd call you a good girl, but I don't think you deserve that title, do you?"

He waits. It was a question.

“No, sir."

"What do you think you deserve?"

"Is this a trick question?"

He sighs as he unbuckles his belt as if he's punishing himself somehow by doing this.

He slaps you on the cheek with his cock and says, "Make it good. Suck it like your life depends on it. 'Cause it does."

You're not new to the act itself, but past lovers — not that you could call Carlos a lover — have not been as well-endowed. But desperation makes you bold so you take as much as you can, almost more than you can, and get a little more than halfway before you start to choke. Spit covers your chin and tears paint your face but instead of showing you a shred of sympathy, Carlos takes his left hand — his right remains holding the gun, albeit with a lazier grip — and places it on the back of your head, forcing you down further, until your nose meets his abdomen and you can feel him in your throat. You'd be impressed with yourself in any other situation (you'd also smack him on the thigh as hard as possible for doing that without asking), but this isn't the time for pride.

For a moment, you think that the gun was all a distraction, just some added pizzazz, and he’s actually going to kill you by plugging your airways. In reality, he won't let you die of asphyxiation and waste the opportunity to drag this out — whatever this is. 

Carlos pulls out abruptly, slaps you on the cheek with his dick again for good measure before telling you to stand up.

Your knees ache from being forced against the tile, so you're a little wobbly when you do.

The gun is still in his hands, so you do as you're told – and quickly. You're nervous in a way he's never seen before. You're far from meek, you never let any of the men you both worked with treat you as anything other than an equal. Carlos once admired you for your confidence and determination.

"If you had asked me a month ago how I felt about you, I would've said I looked up to you," he says with genuine disappointment in the reality that has crumbled around him like the city itself did only a few weeks before.

"I'm sorry," you say.

"Show me how sorry you are. Because I don't believe that shit for a second."

He doesn't give you any instructions this time because it's not your turn to act. He takes control, yanks your skirt down and rips your stockings.

"Hope that wasn't too expensive," he says.

It was, but you decide it's better to keep quiet about that.

"You know what I think about you now?"

"No, I don't."

"I think all those guys who called you a whore were right. I think you're wet right now."

The worst thing is that you are wet. It's not the act itself but the fact that Carlos, a guy you've crushed on for ages, is paying attention to you. You've liked him since the first time he stood up for you at work. He was the only guy who cared that you were getting harassed. Once, when a coworker called you a whore, Carlos took him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. You'd be lying if you said that 'grateful' was the only thing you felt in that moment. It was hot as fuck to watch him fight for you. Now you're the object of his wrath, now he's the one calling you a whore. Yet, all you can think when he's manhandling you is that you've never been this close to him, never felt his touch like this – you want more.

He pulls your panties to the side and swipes two fingers down your slit, and you try to hold back moans that your body desperately wants to let out. You can't hide your arousal entirely – your wetness gives you away.

"You got all wet from me pointing a gun at you?" He's somewhat curious, maybe a bit turned on, but hides behind a mask of disgust.

"Answer me," he says, grabbing your chin and forcing your eyes to meet his.

"Yes… I did," you whisper, fearing someone will hear you, despite the building being empty.

"Since I'm feeling generous, I'll help out."

He examines the gun in his hand, and at first you're terrified. He's going to kill you, you're sure of it. You feel a little stupid - but mostly relieved - when you realize he's putting the safety on. He's still a good man under it all.

He snaps you out of those thoughts with two thick fingers shoved inside you, no warning, no preparation. It's startling, but not displeasurable. You hope he mistakes your whimpers for noises of pain or fear, rather than the stifled moans that they really are. Then there's a third finger, a stretch, you wish he was preparing you for his cock, which you've already had a taste of, but it's for the other thing he's packing — the gun.

It feels unlike anything else. A mixture of pain and pleasure, though the second comes when he starts playing with your clit, nonchalantly, pretending it's an accident, a coincidence, not like he actually wants to see you cum. You should be horrified at the situation, but you can’t shake the excitement you feel when you realize that he wants to see you cum. He wants you. 

Could you cum with a gun inside you? It depends on whether Carlos' thumb is rubbing your clit with increased determination, and it is. So, with only a shred of shame, you cum, calling out his name, and the look on his face says he's almost impressed.

You expect he'll want you to return the favor somehow, maybe he'll want you on your knees again, maybe he'll even fuck you if you're lucky. But, to your dismay, he wipes his gun off on his pants and puts it back in its holster before walking towards the door.

"Wait— where are you going?" you call after him, pulling up your half-torn skirt.

"Home?" he says as if it's obvious. "Did you really think I was going to kill you?"

"Yes."

"That'd be a little hypocritical, don't you think?"

"Well, thank you… for not doing that, I guess, and just so you know, I really am sorry…"

"I know," he says with confidence, leaving you alone to ponder what the fuck just happened.

[maple-pies]

Trojan Team ACCURACY!!! (Div 1 perspective bc I'm annoying hehe)

I don't want to hear anyone say it's unrealistic to have that many LGBTQIA people on a team because while not every team does, plenty do and the Trojan's are none as being good people so it makes sense they would have more

On that note, not all the Trojans are queer. It's Jeremy's friend group that is bc again this book is set in 2007 (i think?) so naturally they are going to be more separated from the rest of the team bc things were less inclusive back then and they can relate to each other more (even though none of Trojan's appear to be homophobic except Lucas sometimes)

(even nowadays gay friend groups on team are still a thing y'all, I found it very realistic)

Laila and Cat just dumping all the drama and sexual history of their friend group on Jean made me DIEEEE!!! It was too real, there's always those moments where ppl just word vomit on the newbies about all the past tea and they sit there like o.o

Oversharing on teams happens all the time, for better for for worse

THE COACHESSSS AHHHH!!! Rhemann's subtle support (he just wants to do right by Jean y'all), Lisinski's tough love reminds me so much of the assistant coach I had as an underclassman, Jimenez saying "you know better so be better" IS THE MOST COACH THING I'VE EVER HEARD AHAHAHAH

having your teammates backs no matter what, Jeremy being there for Lucas even though he acknowledges they aren't close, those are your ride or dies fr

getting close really fast. It's been a couple months are Jean's already pretty tight with Jeremy, Laila and Cat. That's what happens when your around your team like 24/7.

ANYWAYS

I'll probably think of more later

[roverthegoober]

I JUSTBWATCH WHITEPINE 2 EEE

Spoilers and TW warning for mention/implied abuse, also a lot of rambling

I was lowkey busy while watching, anyway

Im already mad at the detectives BYE

Ross(i think) needing a shovel for cobwebs? Like i get not being able to reach, buttt...

Div in the woods humming?

The stairs are focused on, especially due to Misti dying

Pyro was outed by someone, and i dont think its Misti lol

Zam and Seraptor seem kind of chill w eachother, but I'm not completely sure

Ivory being scared to go in the shower and have someone follow her :( she was shaking too bro, i think someone abused her. And she also seemed really stressed during the entire ep, even in Wych Elm, you can hear shaky breathing, i think. Its also the music that plays while she cooks and gets ordered around

Oughh and seraptor mentioning his family and where he lives. I hope we meet them in a good way and not in a way where seraptor dies and we have to see them 😭 i heart seraptor pleade dont DIEE

Zombie has a lack of emotion and stuff

Misti is still warm?? Like WHAT???? WHYYT

Im just so hyped rn!!!

[wonfication]

Ortho Shroud hcs! (PLATONIC) + Scenario

cw: maybe ooc and cringe on the scenario part, first time writing something like that! criticism welcomed!

yall are THE duo next to deuce and ass— i mean ace-

like you would be like “will you help me hide a body!” he might be a lil concerned but he’ll help you! (maybe)

ip grabber 3000 (wont grab ips, just in case)

if you have 1m fans, he is one of them. if you have 1k fans, he is one of them. if you have 10 fans, he is one of them. if you have 1 fan, he is that one fan. if you have no fans, he is non existent. if the world is against you, hes against the world.

if you have long hair, he’d ask Vil or Idia to teach him different styles so he can do it.

friendship is immediately over if you shit talk about idia more than once.

“Uhh..are you sure this is right?” you say, looking over the manual of the rocket you guys were building. it looked overall good, but the slight sparks from time to time are a bit concerning.. “hmm…im pretty sure we got everything right, im just trying to figure out why its sparking..” Ortho said, closing his eyes in thought, when suddenly— BOOM!!! you both flinched from the loud boom and looked up to see the tiny rocket you guys were building flying up into the air, then falling, then creating a small explosion upon impact. “Oh shit.” you mutter, you guys were DEFINITELY screwed. “Uhm…it would be appropriate for us to start running now.” Ortho said, already grabbing your hand and preparing to bolt. “yep! the faster we get outta here, the faster we DONT get in trouble!-“

ortho flys, they sont find out who did it, nobody died, blah blah blah, happy ending!

div by @aquazero

[discardead]

〘　···　NPUT list for @doll-mine 　···　〙

Names

Alois. Divinesse. Divinity. Divein. Revrince. Revinity. Revine. Lacey. Purityse. Dollika. Dollie. Admira. Admiresth. Adollyne. Dolythe. Dollette. Dollyte. Puryne. Purithy. Saint. Serafine. Seraloise. Sainthly. Saintrel. Heino. Bjorn. Yven.

Pronouns

vo/vows. re/rev. di/div/divine. sae/sacred. dwo/dwolls. pwu/pwuppet. dwi/dwivine. che/cher/cherish. mi/mir. doll/dolly. sew/sews. se/ser. hie/hier. sai/saint. tre/thread. pup/puppet. en/engel. li/light. wi/wings. pu/pure. pwu/pwure. cu/cure. ce/cer.

Usernames

revrdoll. reverince. dollifiedgod. dollyfied. balljnts. hierarchys. saintred. sainthread. angellike. stringedolls. dollical. dollyholic. adorelith. adorelyth. divollia. dollivine. seraphydoll. ivorythe. vowslight. dolceary.

Titles

The Revered Doll. The most Admired one. The Highest Self. The Living Doll. The Light among the crowd. Prn* divinity. The one above the Hierarchy. The Thousand-years old Doll. The Goddess' reflections. Prn* angel-like beauty. Prn* Heavenly Adornment. The Seraphic Presence. The Doll of Celestial Whispers. The One Draped in Divinity.

[eclipian]

Fuck AI Headmate #1

pt: fuck ai headmate #1

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

“ For out thou has forsaken thee “

Name: Abaddon , Adam , Aether , Angel , Angelo , Ariel , Beatrix , Beleth , Eve , Cain , Castiel , Celeste , Eva , Laila , Leviathan , Ava , Azura

Age: Angelchronull

Pronouns: she/her , he/him , ae/aer , shy/hyr , wy/wyn , hae/loe , e/en , hae/ven , di/div , hae/loem , a/ans , cae/caem , cae/caer , se/ser , ser/sera , hea/heav , 🕊/🕊s , 👁/👁s , 🪽/🪽s

Gender: Boygirl , Unholy Chalice , AngelBlooded , Helvengender , Benotaphrasic , Engelpoema , Angelabomination , Viscerangliere , Corruptangel , Fallennoxprin

Attraction: Cenelian Lesbian

Other IDs: Disso-Prophet , Heavenhearthic , Fallanre , Dissosaint , Dissosane , Dissosinglet

Species: Fallen Angel

Origins/Modifiers: Heavenorma & Hellorma , Zoisrean , Spitetive

Role: Religous Delusion Holder , Delusauxi

Aesthetics: Angelcore , Devilcore , Dark Academia

Misc Info: One from on high now fallen, meet this Fallen Angel. One who still believes themselves to not be fallen they talk high of themselves and believe that they where sent down to spread the word of those form on high not entirely knowing that isn’t actally their situation. Do you plan to help them or just let them do their thing?

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , origins/modifiers , role , aesthetics , misc info

Disclaimer: Middle image is made with the use of AI. This blog does not condone or promote putting AI over real artist. This post is using it as a way to middle finger those who try to claim AI creations as actual pieces of art. I mod music am not making prompts for the images.

Tag : @bahtive