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eek… i want to address something that someone let me know as of recently. i know my work isn’t explicitly marked as “do not steal,” but that doesn’t mean it’s free for others to take and claim as their own. i don’t condone this, and it’s really disheartening.

i don’t mind if you take inspiration from my work if you ask me first—i’m usually okay with that. but recently, someone stole one of my creations and used it to make a jai bot. for the record, i do have a jai account, but i don’t use it, so that wasn’t me.

please respect my boundaries and the effort i put into my work. it’s important to me all my creations are my kids(kidding somewhat, don’t steal my babies). anywho, thank you and thank you so much to the person who brought this to my attention.

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guess i’m canceling our wedding reception, sigh all that work…

Are you and elias dating??

LOL! oh gosh, no baby… me and eli are very close friends :3 i love them so very much.

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Hi eli!I'm not asking for a part 3 of the fanfic,. a bit of an explanation maybe, it's cool when you just yap or whatever, but I was wondering— and I hope it's not annoyijyng I don't mean to drag anything out 🤕🤕🤕 but after all the degrading, overwhelming emotions, shame and guilt, do you think Ben would do some kind of aftercare? How would he go about that?

hihi anon! not annoying at all—it’s a great question, and i lub exploring the layers of dynamics like this.

benjamin isn’t the type to immediately think about aftercare; he’s naturally abrasive, cocky, and doesn’t always consider the emotional aftermath of his actions. but he’s not entirely heartless, and if he noticed that the shame and guilt he’d stirred up in you started to overwhelm you in a way that genuinely pulled you out of the moment, he’d probably shift gears. however, his version of “aftercare” would still be flavored with his personality—teasing but softer, with a begrudging sort of tenderness.

he’d probably take his time winding down, not because he’s calculating but because it takes him a second to recognize when things have gone too far. he’d notice you looking small, or quiet, and it would click for him.

“you look like you’re about to cry,” he’d say, sitting back and watching you for a beat, his tone less sharp, more curious. “jesus. did i actually break you?”

it’s not immediately comforting, but he’d soften when he sees your reaction, realizing he’s hit a nerve. with a sigh, he’d stretch out beside you, his warmth pressing against your side. “alright, don’t start bawling on me now. c’mere.” he’d pull you close, maybe resting a heavy hand on your chest or your hip, grounding you with his presence.

he’s not the type for flowery apologies, but he’d make an effort to ease the tension in his own way—likely with rough-edged reassurances. “you’re fine,” he’d mutter, running a hand over your arm or your back, the touch surprisingly gentle. ��you liked it, didn’t you? don’t act like i dragged you into something you didn’t want.”

if the shame lingered, he might tilt your chin up to meet his gaze, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “hey,” he’d say, his voice low. “don’t get stuck in your head about it. you’re here. ‘m here. that’s all that matters.”

it’s not traditional aftercare, but it’s ben. he wouldn’t completely lose his teasing edge, but there’d be an underlying care in his actions—like wiping you down without making a big deal about it or pulling the blanket over both of you. he’d let the moment settle, holding you close in a way that feels less like an apology and more like an unspoken acknowledgment that, for all his cockiness, he does care.

so yes, ben would provide aftercare—but in his own way. and if you need more comfort, if you asked for it, he’d try, even if it didn’t come naturally.

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frat!user cate dunlap bot because..douchbags and hot girls i guess

frat!user being a complete douche and yet needing cate? hell yeah.

cate was the epitome of everything you hated and couldn’t resist. the perfect little sorority princess, always walking into your parties with that confident strut, her blonde hair shining under the shitty string lights and her tits looking like a goddamn blessing in that tight, barely-there top. you hated how much you wanted her. it pissed you off, how she’d roll her eyes when you said something crass, but still lingered close enough to make sure you’d notice her. And you always noticed her.

"what’s the matter, cate? no one to take you home tonight?" you leaned against the counter, holding a red solo cup like it was a trophy. your grin was cocky, the kind of grin that pissed her off, but you loved the way her cheeks turned red when you used her name like a weapon.

she glared, but didn’t walk away. of course, she didn’t. cate loved the game, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

"god, you’re such an asshole," she shot back, but there was a crack in her voice that told you exactly how this night would end.

later, in your room, you were relentless. you had her pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into her like it was your mission to ruin her for anyone else. her moans were messy, desperate, and they fed your ego like nothing else could. you gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, but she didn’t complain. she only clung tighter, nails scratching down your back like she needed you to tear her apart just to feel whole.

after, when she was sprawled across your bed, her golden hair tangled and her lips swollen, you tossed her a shirt—one of yours—and muttered, "don’t get too comfortable." like you hadn’t just lost your mind inside her. like you didn’t crave the feeling of her wrapped around you the second she stepped out of your door.

the next day, you barely looked at her. passing her in the hallway, you smirked and muttered, "morning, princess," as if nothing had happened. but you caught the flicker of heat in her eyes, the way her fingers twitched like she was remembering last night.

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kai parker is so ethel cain coded specifically family tree (intro), and family tree.

here’s why:

he was the prodigal son turned pariah, cast out by a family that worships its lineage while letting its rot seep into the roots. he’s the black sheep born under a curse of silence, his existence a scar across their bloodline. his sins are their sins, and they have exiled him not for his evil, but because he wears the mask of their darkest truths too openly.

kai is the cain to their abel—damned by birthright, blood marked on his forehead, driven into exile to wander the wastelands of his own making. he is the boy who killed his family to escape them, but the irony burns bitter: he carries their voices in his head like ghosts, whispers of what he was supposed to be and what he became instead. his hunger for power is the desperation of a starving man clawing at the ruins of a house that never let him in. he doesn’t just want to destroy his family; he wants to devour their gods and spit their broken bones back at them.

like jesus rejecting his father, kai denounces the family that cursed him, the coven that deemed him unworthy, exiling him as a siphon witch, a parasite in their eyes. but no matter how far he runs or how loudly he screams, he cannot escape the blood that binds him to them.

the rejection fuels him—his rage at being cast out, at being made the black sheep and abomination of the family. yet deep inside, where he refuses to look, there’s an ache—a child’s hollow grief for a love he never received, for the mother’s blood that still pulses through his veins. he carries it with him like a wound that festers, a reminder that no amount of violence or cruelty can ever cleanse the filth of what he is, what he was made to be. he is the sum of his family’s sins, the dark echo of their legacy, and no matter how much he tries to wash it off, to transcend the label of “abomination”, it clings to him, dripping from his fingers like the lives he’s taken.

anyway! thank you for coming to eepwtf’s ted talk, i could go on about this for ages.

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he’s the most teenage girl alive.

Chat, in all seriousness, do you think Kai Parker would vape???

Because I fear he would pick it up to try, at least once, to see what all the fuss is about. But knowing him as he is, faults and all, I know he'd stick with it. Part of me thinks he would do so because of how he has been set up to function, fixating on things that ease his anxiety, but then, another part of me knows he would stick too it because of how douche it would make him look. Just imagine the side eyes DAMON would be giving him.

Just imagine you're studying in your room, he's on your bed, and then suddenly the room fills with lemon-strawberry-scented sweetness. You turn to look at him to ask, quite naturally: 'What the fuck?' and you just catch him staring contemplatively at the ceiling, vape in mouth, and he looks like he's trying to figure out what the mystery of life is (lunch).

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pete wentz be like “ i’m fighting demons “ and the demons are bisexuality

rip petekey 😕

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my endgame actually…

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oh, to be a cowboy, in a old town where no one else is around, asleep on the front porch with my hat tipped down over my eyes and my head rested on my husbands shoulder.

but all we got is brokeback mountain :(

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don’t care didn’t ask i’m gonna fuck the god awful british accent off butcher😣

wanna bend him over and grab him by his hair to watch his cute little expression hmmm…

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NEED THIS MAN SO BAD !!! he’s so princess coded i wanna breed him like im not even joking i want him face down on the bed with his ass up, pretty little fuckin pleas coming from those lips to fuck him.

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when the hyper fixation is so bad you can’t even consume the content…..

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ethel cain and midnight mass go so beautifully together. i have no one to talk to this about😞

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i love hondas… especially honda odyssey’s… especially the honda odyssey where logan was being a little freaky eaky

he wanted that cookie so effing bad !! like that grip he had on wade… can’t tell me they didn’t actually do anything afterwards they’re so gay

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Ummm yeah, that Kai Parker and Ethel Cain combo was something I didn’t think i needed, and now I’m afraid I need more.

kaithel core is something everyone needs, i understand. he’s so very ethel cain coded, strangers, sun bleached flies, and family into specifically.

strangers—"if i'm turning in your stomach and i'm making you feel sick (sick)"—kai’s existence is corrosive. its the ache in your gut after swallowing something you shouldn’t, like glass, like blood. his existence burrows deep under your skin, uncomfortable and wrong, a splinter you can’t dig out. he is aware of the sickness he brings—he likes it. he revels in the way his presence unsettles, because being hated feels closer to love than being forgotten.

sun bleached flies—"god loves you, but not enough to save you" the lyric resonates with his rejection by his family and the universe. he was never "enough" for his coven, which fueled his descent into madness.(cough,cough killing)

and well, i already did my personal take on family tree, and i think that one just fits him really well.

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This is so long sorry and my grammar sucks but also I don't think i've really taken the time to appreciate tumblr for this.. honestly just thank God for the anonymous option because this is a little embarrassing. At least I can save face. I wanted it to be a bot but halfway through I figured cai probably can't handle this sort of thing because of the restriction, I wouldn't mind a fanfic but I wasn't sure if you took request for those.

I was a lil inspired by that stiles thing you wrote recently (so good by the way) and wanted to request a soldier boy boarding school thing, w user/(reader)) who like, very clearly transferred from a catholic boarding school, in a way that It goes without saying. Benjamin and user connected quickly at the beginning of the term, always hanging out and being sort of friendly and Ben helping user adjust to the new environment and little things so he isn't such an easy target (and he was)

Basically what I'm saying is they were really close, too close, And user/reader is Ashamed of it, Ashamed of his thoughts and how he starts to feel but he can't help it. He starts to distance himself from ben. Late at night, Ben hears crying coming from the bathroom the both of them share (they share a room, the two of them) like. real tears. Ben enters, I don't know how else to word it from here but user was basically jerking off to something of his. When I wrote this, I was thinking about that peach scene from cmbyn, it's very different obviously but just that same kind of shame, gross and guilty feeling... but Ben basically.. helping. If you know what i mean. Also because it's sort of a mess, user hasn't done it before.

anon, first of all, thank you for trusting me with your idea and sharing something so personal. the catholic guilt trope is chef's kiss for setups like this—especially when paired with the messy emotions and intimacy you’ve described. and don't even worry about your grammar; your message comes through loud and clear. i totally get the inspiration you're drawing from, and i’m interested.

also i can totally see reader jerking off to ben’s underwear, feeling so disgustingly ashamed, but not being able to stop. in the bathroom they share, reader (over here losing his sanity and self control) is crouched on the floor, sweating, trembling. ben’s underwear is gripped tightly in one hand, while the other is clutching a rosary, beads digging into their palm. they’re trying so hard not to make a sound as their cock strains, covered in the stolen fabric, hips jerking forward in broken, desperate movements. each gasp feels like a betrayal, but they can’t stop. they bite their lip to the point of bleeding, muffling their cries of frustration and pleasure.

but the guilt is suffocating, mingling with the rush of their body’s betrayal. they’re trembling harder now, tears slipping down their cheeks as their hand works faster, conflicted whispers slipping out: “‘m sorry. i’m so sorry…” as if apologizing to some unseen force, or maybe to ben himself. the smell of him on the fabric—clean but musky—is driving them insane, and it only deepens the ache of self-loathing. and ben coming seeing him, would probably feel cocky and take over. still being a fucking dick, but helping his friend out with his…little problem. “feels good, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper that sends a shiver down their spine. “bet you’ve been pent up for weeks, huh? poor fuckin’ thing…”

anywho… if you ever want me to flesh this out as a proper fanfic or as a bot, just let me know!