#enjoy the tag brainstorming

[cilant-lis]

decided to tweak her colour scheme a little, change her hair and add a scar. still not 100% happy, but for once y’all are getting my indecisiveness about oc designs in real time

[verflares]

new guy just dropped

[ladytauria]

to celebrate hitting 50k i'm sharing a snippet of the longfic i'm currently working on <3 (thank you v much to both @deepwithintheabyss and @paprikadotmp4 for the encouragement & brainstorming help <3)

still untitled (i've been calling it the "aob dubcon fic" lmao) but i have written a summary:

Jason tries to sell off his first heat to make ends meet for the upcoming winter. When he’s taken by traffickers instead, he’s sure that’s the end of him—until he’s rescued by a mysterious alpha. That “rescue” comes with a price: Jason’s heat hits shortly after, and… one thing leads to another, and now Jason and Tim are bound together by a fledgling mate bond. It’s not the first time Jason’s had to make the best of things, but… he finds it a little bit easier this time, especially as he grows to genuinely like Tim. Unfortunately, just as they're starting to settle into mated life, Tim’s ex-pack starts getting involved, and they don’t exactly approve of Tim’s choice in mate—never mind that it wasn’t really a choice at all.

cws/tags for this snippet: reverse robins, aob dynamics, underage jason (15), first aid, medical inaccuracies (probably; i'm not a doctor, so i'm warning to be safe), hurt/comfort, touch starvation, anxiety, allusions to captivity related ptsd, self-deprecation, brief memories of non-consensual touching

editing to add: this snippet takes place in the 2nd half of chapter 2 <3 (& was originally the second scene for the fic lol)

i have also previously shared a snippet of the scene after this, when jason's heat hits, here.

Tim parks outside of an old apartment building. The brick facade is worn, cracked and peeling in places. Most of the windows are intact at least, though; two of them have lights on, the rest dark.

Tim gets out first, already having rounded the car by the time Jason is swinging his legs out. His hand rests on the door, waiting patiently for Jason to join him on the sidewalk. Then he shuts it. One hand rests on Jason’s back again, a gentle guide inside.

There’s a man at the desk near the front entrance, reading a newspaper. He spares them a brief, bored glance before going back to it.

There’s an out of order sign on the elevator, so they have to take the stairs. It’s just two flights, but by the end, Jason’s slightly out of breath. He’d thought he was in pretty good shape, but—

He guesses spending nearly a week in a small, windowless room hasn’t done him any favors.

Tim stops at a door in the middle of the hall, unlocking it and letting Jason go in first. The main room is all one room; living room transitioning to kitchen, separated by an island counter. Tim guides Jason to the couch, directing him to sit while he gets the first aid kit.

The couch is worn but comfortable, cushions sinking under Jason’s weight, cradling him.

Tim disappears down the hall, and returns a few moments later holding the biggest first aid kit Jason has ever seen. Not that he’s really an expert on the things, but— The one at his house was pretty small.

And mostly empty, honestly.

The coffee table looks comically small under it. It makes Jason’s belly flip with nerves, remembering the feeling of latex covered hands on his body, spreading him open.

He bites his lip.

Tim doesn’t open it, though; instead, he slips into the kitchen. He comes back a moment later, holding a bottle of purple Gatorade. Then, he kneels in front of Jason. It’s—odd. Having an alpha kneel in front of him, voluntarily. Even though Jason knows he doesn’t exactly have any power here, the visual dissonance is—

Odd.

He offers up the bottle. It takes a moment for Jason’s hands to move, but he does take it. His fingers fumble with the cap; he flushed, embarrassed despite himself, but gets it open.

As soon as it touches his lips, his thirst hits him full force. He allows himself two large gulps to wet his throat, and then forces himself to slow down, sipping instead.

When he screws the cap back on, he finds Tim still there. Waiting. He twists his hands around the plastic nervously.

“Alright,” Tim says gently. “Other than the bruise on your side, and the rope burns… are you injured?”

Jason shakes his head, twisting the sleeves of the alpha’s jacket. “Nn-nn. Just some bruises,” he says softly. He pauses. “And, um. I did hit my head once. It still hurts, but— I’m not, like, dizzy or nothin’.”

Tim nods. “Alright,” he says. “I’d like to do a head injury evaluation anyway. I’ll just feel over your skull, and then use a penlight to evaluate your pupil dilation. I’ve got cream for the rope burns, and for the bruise—” Tim hesitates a moment, then continues, “I’ll need to check and make sure nothing is cracked, and there’s no internal bruising.” He pauses again. “As long as there’s nothing serious anywhere else… I have some painkillers you can take, when we eat.”

Jason takes a moment to absorb all of that, and then nods, tipping his head forward obediently.

There’s a part of him screaming at himself not to be so compliant. To kick and claw and scratch and bite and fight, the way he has been for the past week. But he’s— He’s so tired, and sore, and—

The alpha smells so good, and— The smiles he keeps giving Jason melt something inside of him. He wants to keep seeing them. Keep earning them.

Tomorrow that might scare him.

Tonight—

His eyes fall closed when Tim’s fingers slide into his curls. The touch is achingly gentle. It feels— It feels good. Nice. Jason can’t help but lean into it. He thinks Tim’s hands linger a little longer than they need to, like he’s indulging Jason’s obvious enjoyment of the touch.

He does pull away eventually. Jason bites back his whine, instead sitting back up against the cushions.

“No bumps,” Tim murmurs. He gets out the penlight next, and cups Jason’s face as he shines a light first in one eye, and then the other. Jason grimaces, hissing a little as he squints. The light aggravates his aching head. “Pupil dilation is normal.” He pockets the light, and strokes Jason’s cheek with his thumb before he pulls away. “Now, I need to check your bruises.”

Jason bites his lip again. The constant worrying is starting to make the top layer of skin break and flake under his teeth. He averts his eyes, rolling the sleeves of the suit jacket up, exposing his hands. Then he pulls his shirt up, bunching it up just beneath his breasts.

His stomach jumps when Tim touches him. Tim pauses, hand hesitating, just barely touching Jason’s skin, and then— He starts to rumble, low and deep.

Jason whines. He doesn’t mean to��but it bursts from him; he can’t stop it, can’t muffle it. It’s a soft, helpless little keen, and the alpha’s rumble gets louder in response. He scoots closer, until he’s between Jason’s knees. His hand settles onto Jason’s skin, curving around his side. His other hand comes to cup Jason’s shoulder, thumb rubbing gentle circles through his clothes.

“It’s alright,” he soothes, the rumble deepening his voice. The sound—

Jason has only vague memories of his father rumbling for him, from when he was much, much smaller. Before working as a henchman had stolen much of his father’s good will. Other than that, Jason has only ever heard alphas rumble on TV. It’s—

It’s a really nice sound.

Against his will, tears fill his eyes, and he raises his hand, pressing his palm over one, like he can force them back inside. Tim’s hand settles against his side, just underneath the bruising. “You’re alright,” the alpha murmurs. “It’s okay to cry, pup.”

Jason sniffs, loud in the quiet. “I—I—”

“Shh, puppy.” Tim’s hand doesn’t leave Jason as he rises, slipping onto the couch beside him. His other hand cups the back of Jason’s head, tugging him forward—Jason’s arms come up automatically, wrapping around Tim’s neck, his shirt falling back over his abdomen. The alpha’s scent drips with comfort and the promise of protection and Jason—

He feels… He feels warm, and safe, and—

A sob rattles through his chest. Tim holds him closer, tighter, his arm winding around Jason’s waist. He buries his nose in Jason’s curls, stroking his skin with his thumb as he rocks him, slowly.

Jason’s chest heaves. His whole body shakes with each sob, so much that Jason is worried he’s going to shake himself apart. Tim’s steady hold feels like all that’s keeping him together.

It’s not just the last few days, it’s— It’s everything, since his Mom got sick and Dad turned to working as henchman and their lives just… fell apart. He’s— Jason’s been on his own for so long. Longer even than he’s been on the streets. Every day has been a fight for survival and Jason—

Honestly, he thought he’d finally lost.

Tim murmurs in his ear. Jason can’t hear a word of what he’s saying, but the tone is low and gentle, and Jason clings to it.

It takes a long time for Jason’s sobs to subside. Jason— He doesn’t know how long exactly. But he does know that when he’s done he feels exhausted. He slumps into Tim’s chest, tremors still running down his spine. His face is sticky. He definitely got snot all over Tim’s nice shirt, and that—

He’s too tired to even worry about Tim’s reaction.

Fingers comb through his hair again, lightly scritching his scalp. He lets out a soft sigh, slumping even more against the alpha’s chest.

Tim hums. He noses at Jason’s temple; a gentle nudge Jason grumbles at. “C’mon, pup,” he murmurs. “I still need to look at your bruises.”

Jason whines—the same plaintive little puppy whine he used to give his mom when he wasn’t ready to get up yet, for one reason or another. It makes Tim huff, amused; the humor reflected in his scent. It’s nice. Really nice.

He noses at Jason’s temple again. “Pup.” His voice is a little more stern. It’s not threatening, though—doesn’t even make Jason’s hackles raise. Tim is still rumbling. Close as they are, it feels like it’s seeping into Jason’s bones. It lessens the ache in him. His skin— His skin has been itchy for years, but. The creepy crawling of it has subsided, for now at least.

He’s comfortable. Jason doesn’t want to move.

He does anyway, sitting back with a scowl on his face. It makes Tim smile—his scowl deepens.

“I’ll be quick,” Tim promises.

Jason huffs a little. He leans back against the couch cushions. Tim’s hand is still under his shirt, sliding back over to the injured side as Jason lifts it. He feels— He feels more settled now. Less nervous, though butterflies still flutter between his ribs.

Jason watched Tim’s fingers probe gently around the bruising. The purple has started to fade to a greenish hue, but it still hurts when he prods it. Jason’s quiet, pained noises are soothed with soft rumbles and fingers rubbing his shoulders.

When he’s done, Tim’s hand lingers, laying casually on his waist. Jason’s skin would normally be prickling, but—

It isn’t.

It hasn’t this whole time, any time the alpha touched him.

“I don’t feel any cracks or breaks. Did— Were there any injuries to your back?” He’s no longer rumbling.

Jason misses it already. There’s a part of him that wants to snuggle up to him, see if he can’t coax that rumble back out.

He ignores it; instead shaking his head. “No. They— The, um, the boss said they were supposed to keep me as uninjured as possible. Any punishment had to be careful not to leave a mark.”

Tim hums. He strokes Jason’s skin with his thumb, and then slips his hand from Jason’s waist. It—

Jason finds that he misses it.

Tim leans forward, finally opening the first aid kit. It’s stocked, full of things Jason has names for and things he doesn’t. Tim takes out two things: the first, a small jar, and the second, a bottle of puppy’s Tylenol. Jason—he doesn’t like it, but he can’t really argue with it. Not at his size and weight and everything. They’re pills, at least, and chewable too,

Jason examines them carefully before he takes them, washing away the chalky flavor with the drink he’d been given before.

Tim unscrews the lid of the jar. The cream inside smells herbal, though not unpleasantly so. Jason holds out his arm, relaxing into the couch as the alpha works the cream into his skin.

It’s easy to let his eyes fall half-lidded. Jason is warm and sleepy. The air is thick with protective alpha scent; it soothes his hind-brain, the part that is purely omega, purely pup and longing for the comfort and safety of pack.

A small voice in the back of his mind is screaming, telling him he needs to keep his guard up.

It’s easy to ignore like this. To focus on nothing but gentle hands on his skin and the ambient noise around him; the hum of electricity and the distant noise of outside traffic.

Jason drifts.

He barely registers when the alpha switches arms, coming back up only to croon confusedly when Tim stops touching him. He blinks up at him, and gets a kind smile in return.

“Hush, pup,” the alpha soothes. “I’m going to get us something to eat.”

Jason blinks slowly at him and hums in acknowledgment. Tim gets a blanket from—somewhere, and lays it over him. It’s soft. Jason likes it. He nuzzles into it, into more of the alpha’s scent, and sighs.

He can hear Tim moving around in the kitchen—the clatter of dishware and pans, the bubbling of boiling liquid, the sound of his soft footsteps. He can smell something savory—chicken, he thinks, and garlic.

He drifts again, stirring only when Tim nudges him gently. A steaming bowl of soup is pressed into his hands.

“It’s hot,” Tim warns, a bit unnecessarily.

Jason still burns his tongue on the first mouthful. He doesn’t care. Having the food in front of him has made him realize how ravenous he is. His bowl is empty far too soon, though he’s too stuffed to go back for seconds.

His empty bowl is taken from him, and then Tim returns again. “C’mon, pup,” he murmurs. “I’ve got a spare toothbrush you can use. A spare den, too. I’ll get you some nesting materials and pajamas while you brush your teeth.”

Jason reluctantly leaves the couch and blanket behind, shuffling down the hall and into the bathroom. Tim procures a toothbrush for him, and then leaves.

It’s a relief to brush his teeth.

His captors had done it for him, so rough his gums had bled and ached. They still bleed under Jason’s gentle ministrations, but at least it doesn’t hurt. By the time he’s rinsing his mouth, Tim has returned, a bundle in his arms. He offers it to Jason.

“Clothes,” he says, a little unnecessarily.

Jason takes them, and Tim leaves again, giving him privacy. Jason goes to shut the door and then—

Hesitates.

He doesn’t want it open. But— He doesn’t…

What if he shuts it, and it won’t open again?

He’s. He’s being silly.

There’s no way this apartment has more than one bathroom. Trapping Jason inside here would be dumb, and he doesn’t think this alpha is dumb.

Jason takes a deep breath. He shuts the door.

Except—

He doesn’t. The latch hits the frame and Jason stops. His heart thunders in his ears. His breaths come sharper, quicker. He can’t. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

Tears burn in his eyes.

It’s not fair.

He rests his head against the frame; one hand cradling the bundle of clothes to his chest, the other gripping the doorknob.

God. He’s so fucking pathetic.

He shudders. Takes a deep breath. It shakes on his exhale, a tremor in his chest. It’s fine. He doesn’t have to shut it all the way. He can leave it like this, with the metal latch over the door frame, only the tiniest sliver of hallway visible.

It’s fine.

He’s fine.

Jason strips quickly, clothes falling into a puddle at his feet. He yanks on the pants the alpha provided. They’re a little short at the ankle, and he has to draw the drawstrings all the way out for them to stay up, but. They fit well enough.

The shirt, too, is a little big, hanging off slightly at one shoulder. It doesn’t show his breasts, and hangs down to his mid-thigh, so Jason doesn’t mind.. Both pants and tee are soft on his skin, not scratching like the other set did.

There’s a hamper. Jason drops his old clothes in, though he’d much rather see them in a dumpster somewhere. The jacket—

Jason hadn’t realized how much it had been comforting him until now. Without it, he feels almost naked. Exposed. He wants to put it back on again. He resists the urge, though. Instead, he straightens it as best he can, then folds it in half and lays it on top of the hamper before he exits the bathroom.

Tim isn’t in the living room any more, and Jason stands, nibbling on his lip. Maybe he should go for the door… but. He can’t bring himself to. Instead he stands there, uselessly, until he hears rustling further down the hall.

He approaches tentatively, and finds Tim in the den at the end of the hall.

Tim glances up when he hears Jason approach, and smiles a little. “I was just getting out some nesting materials,” he says, gesturing.

In front of him is a cushioned nest base, held off the ground by a wooden frame. Piled on top of it is—

Jason had been expecting maybe a couple of blankets and some pillows, but—

The blankets are piled tall; the one on top Jason recognizes as the blanket he’d been using on the couch. There are plenty of pillows, too—and padding, for added layers, and cushions, and, it’s… It’s a lot.

Jason’s throat feels a little tight. “Thanks,” he says, voice small.

“Of course, pup,” Tim says gently. He’s pulled his scent in tight now, but when he draws nearer, Jason catches a whiff of safehere and everythingsokay drifting off of him. His hand moves slow enough it would be easy for Jason to avoid it, but. He stays still, letting the alpha brush his knuckles over his cheek.

“Goodnight, pup,” he murmurs. “If you need me, I’ll be just down the hall.”

Jason nods. The alpha’s hand drops, and then he leaves.

The rest of the den… It’s not bare, but it lacks a personal touch. There’s a chest of drawers in the corner closest to the closet; a nightstand by the nest; and curtains hanging over the window. He shuffles further in, leaving the door open behind him.

He leaves the nest alone for now. Instead—

He goes for the closet first, opening the door. It’s bare inside, except for a thin layer of dust. Jason shuts it again. He opens the drawers, as quietly as he can. Empty as well. The den smells— Not stale, it’s definitely been used before, but. He catches the barest hints of alpha scent, and other than that… It just smells clean.

Jason rubs at his eyes.

No more putting it off.

As much as he doesn’t want to… Jason doesn’t shut the door all the way. Instead, just like in the bathroom, he leaves it open the tiniest sliver. Anything more, and he won’t be able to sleep. Anything less—

Panic.

Even the thought makes his heart race.

Jason rubs his face. He hates this. He hates it so much. Fuck. Sometimes it feels like life is just out to get him. Like—someone or something out there wants him to suffer.

Stop it. Plenty of people have it worse than you do, he scolds himself. He’s safe right now, or— He has the illusion of safety, at least. The alpha is being nice. Jason is— He’s not bound up. The door isn’t locked. There are no bars on the window. Tim treated his injuries. Held him when he cried. Gave him food and something to drink and soft clothes.

And he’d given Jason plenty of material to make a nice, comfortable nest to den in. One that might finally satisfy the instincts that have been screaming at him.

Jason takes a breath, and pads over to the nest. The sheer amount of material before him is almost overwhelming, but… He goes through it slowly. He starts with the padding, layering it into the nest base and using the cushions to help give it shape. He tests it as he goes, until he has something that’s plush, but not so much that it will engulf him. He works a nest cover over it. It’s a bit of a struggle to get it on, but Jason manages; only a little winded by the end. What padding and cushions he didn’t use—

He decides to put them in the closet, where they’ll be out of the way.

Blankets next.

Jason sorts through the pile slowly, rubbing each on his cheek. Scenting them. The one he used on the couch is the strongest scented; still thick with the contentment he’d felt in the alpha’s arms, and the protective, comforting scent Tim had drenched the air with.

He ends up using a little over half of the blankets Tim provided. The rest he puts in the closet.

Pillows—

Jason doesn’t use as many of them. He ends up putting most of them in the closet. And then, finally—

His nest is done.

He stands back, surveying his handiwork. He trills with pride, running his hand over the edge. His nest is soft. Cozy. It needs— It needs books. And— His fox. He misses his fox, the one his mom gave him. He kept it— He managed to keep it safe, all this time.

It’s probably gone now. Or ruined.

His eyes sting, and he swipes at them roughly.

Jason is so tired of crying.

He climbs into bed, pulling the blankets over and around him, snuggling down into the pillows. It feels—

Safe.

There’s something missing, though. Jason— He’s not sure what it is, but—

He’ll worry about it in the morning.

[devilheartsblog]

Ranking the Wizards of the Black Circle

1 - Gantlos

HEAR ME OUT OKAY- at first thought he was going to be the typical jerk character but then they also gave some moments like Ogron not listening to him when he’s proven right and saving/helping each wizard. It’s also interesting how he’s not respected by the team like Anagan calling him crazy and Duman dismissing his assumptions of the White Circle being at the loft. Literally the only 2-dimensional wizard when you think about it.

2 - Ogron

An angry and possessive guy trying to play the role of the charismatic leader? Yes sir. His voice carries a lot of the preference and his smugness before being proven wrong is always welcome. Between all the wizards he’s the one most people would remember the name of. He’s always got a mask on I feel, whether it’s a wizard’s pride or tricking the Winx.

3- Duman

In terms of powers, yes this is the best one. But his character doesn’t do much except shit talk and get sick and scream. I also can’t forgive RAI for nerfing him and then killing him off like it’s nothing. I don’t have as much to say but I do like his more sleazy and sinisterly laid back attitude, like how he casually threatens to eat Flora.

4 - Anagan

He’s just a mop with a coat. Lame powers, lame character, the only thing interesting is his banter with Flora and it doesn’t happen often. Design wise he’s also the lamest but because he looks like an overdecorated background character. At least he’s the most competent fighting wise.

[dorkicon]

hey what if impactor made it to the lost light....lol

[v0latileromantic]

hiiii this is my new oc f/o. details in reblogs :3

[ccaptain]

New verse:

for the immortal flowers in my bones; for the ice in my heart v. aka what are you doing with your life if you don't have a greek gods verse for your muse?

   vines adorned with colorful flowers often hide the truth. the thorny strap his parents keep around his neck is tight and unpleasant.

   the more he grew, the more he understood that it was about control- not the love and concern that the demeter entities have cooed to him about. that he was being seen as nothing more than an obedient, forever child for them- his only duty to regulate the harvests and stabilize seasons.

   it didn't mattered that the centuries had turned his body into the one of an adult, doe-eyed gaze admiring his features under a loose chiton. it did not mattered that he had grown muscles, that he could outrun even the fastest of animals if he so desired, that he wanted to explore, to live- he was still being seen as a child, and as a child he was to be controlled, least he harmed himself.

   being one of the gods of agricolture and harvests served him very little. 

   ( the handmade obsidian dagger with a splintered wooden handle speaks about he's not a pretty, naive thing. )

   despite the demeters being not much liked by the other gods, the young man cannot form a plan to escape- for the olympus was vast, and his means to hide from the omniscient gaze of his parents few and unreachable.

   his only way out seems to be a loveless marriage with someone who will whisk him away- he'd tolerate... no, he'd take it. it'd still be much more freedom than he has now.

   and then...

   the occasion comes, unplanned and surprising. at a banquet like any other, two chips of ice stare at him across the room, hungry and undeterred by his parent's wrathful looks and angry whispers to come closer to them for protection. and at that gaze-

  -he meets the eyes of the god of death. it's hades that has taken an interest on him- the cagey god of the underworld. 

   and it's then that his insides move with something as warm as the aromatic wine in his cup- pale stars refuse to lower, glow alight with interest, curiosity and something far from innocent, creating a connection between them that shifts the energy of the room even without them speaking a single word to one another.

   if it can't be nothing else, it's an occasion. the encounter leaves him stirred, no longer able to sleep at night as easily as he did until now.

   an occasion to act on his escape plan presents itself two days later: protected by an hooded cloak, kaeya descends into the underworld of his own volition- knowing that every step taken makes him more free by the minute.

   he offers himself to the lord of the underworld in soul and body, without the slightest hesitation. he knows that the god won't reject him, even if fueled by the lust that characterizes every god of the pantheon. he'd take anything, if it meant freedom.

   ( to me, his eyes seemed to say that day. come to me. )

   whatever the consequences are, he deems himself ready. he pours his trust in the figure towering over him, for he feels no threat coming from it. he decides to trust wriothesley━

   ━and finds himself loved beyond means.

   the union between their souls is as much carnal as it's a pact to seal the deal- the sensations repressed by a long period of innocency imposed on him, and he dips into the newlyfound sensations eagerly. he consumes his new spouse mutually, makes himself at home in the terrifying, cold world that is now half his, and discovers that he was born into his new role finely- and the ravenous hunger of mind and body.

   kaeya finds in wriothesley a most passionate, devoted lover that looks at him like he's the sun and stars both. wriothesley gives him a new name- persephone, now forever his partner in ruling the underworld, their twined hands bound by velvety, soft ivy sprouting from the cracks in their thrones.

   and when the day comes that zeus has no choice but to call kaeya back to his parents, he looks at his husband in the eyes as he consumes pomegranade seeds off his hand, licks blood-like juice off his fingers to savor the taste of their bond before he departs.

   persephone emerges to the surface clad in dark, fumous robes, from the newly-created meadow of pale flowers at the entrance of the underworld, crystals of ice forevermore embedded in his hair and a crown of black, frozen thorns over his brow.

   he has never felt more free, even among his parents wailing that he has been defiled. what he ate bounds him to the underworld, he knows, hiding a smile behind his hand.

   defiled? is he a tomb, an object? why does his innocence matter, when to keep it he had to endure so many privations? now he can no longer submit to demeter's wishes- when he has known the longing, the warmth of another body next to his, the depths of a multifaceted, deep intimacy with the one he willingly offered himself to.

   nothing as trivial as his celibacy matters, when the tangy taste of the seeds connecting him to the deity of death- to his husband, lingers on his tongue. the taste of freedom has by long exploded in his mouth;

   his to savor.

tag: For the Immortal Flowers in my bones; for the Ice in my Heart ━ ( Persephone V. )

This verse is singleship with @daybreakrising's Wriothesley.

[doink-boink]

Y’know, the song! We all know the song.

[bandtrees]

its not like i dont agree with all those posts about how bsd season 5 finale is bad and stupid and was a big let-down and everything. cuz i do - but also... i'm not really upset with it in the way a lot of people are, tbh.

cuz if you're only now realizing bsd isn't a good mystery series and it has a lot of cheap shock value and forgoes interesting character development in favor of showing off how smart dazai or fyodor are... uh, welcome to the club? the season 5 finale is not really unique in this regard.

bsd, to me, though it has moments of compelling writing, and overall compelling characters (people Like its characters so much for a reason!), etc, has always been a low-expectations watch. it's always been the "oh what's kafka asagiri doing to his weird ocs now" show - from the start, it's done this. so much of season 1 reeks of the same "random out of nowhere twist to make the writing feel clever", and it's something the show's had a problem with, and continues to have a problem with. forever. to the point where to enjoy the series you just kinda have to meet it halfway and have fun with it.

when i first got into bsd in, like, 2017 or so, i hated dazai a lot. both because of personal reasons and because i just didn't like smug genius types who know everything. with him being such a major character, this led to a shallow perception of the show, as you'd expect. then, i rewatched it this year, and i went in with those same feelings - but i wanted to like bsd, and dazai by extension, so i just kinda... got used to him, because you can't fully appreciate this series and not. (that and i'd just matured as a person since 2017 and could look at him with more nuance lol)

like, i get being upset this season didn't end the way you anticipated. i loved the meursault arc, and season 5 episode 10 was one of my favorite episodes of the entire series i was genuinely excited to see a follow-up on. but also, if you know bsd does deathfaking and stupid silly plot twists that weren't telegraphed in the least, and you're genuinely mad every time they're pulled, then... maybe you should just watch a different show, yknow?

i don't say this to excuse the shitty writing, but rather, it's not really new, and buckling in for the absurd ride is part of the bsd experience, that it goes from a genuinely thrilling and gritty episode 10 to a completely batshit episode 11 that has the main antagonist quote jesus christ before dying in a helicopter explosion, is, like, really fucking funny. i can't even be mad. that episode is some of the most entertained i've been by this show, not even in its contents but laughing as i try to explain it to people and scream incredulously with my friend - it's a series where the good is good and the bad is, if nothing else, never boring. it's the series with the giant moby dick whale mech. it's the series that now has vampires in it for some reason. i think if you're looking for top tier character development and stimulating mysteries and peak fiction... you're looking in the wrong place, imo.

[pseuddamntired]

*slithers out from beneath the floorboards I've been lurking under* did you know that the National Onion Association has free recipes on its website? including at least four (4!) desserts. try them out, TODAY!

https://www.onions-usa.org/recipe-category/baked-goods-desserts/

or, you know, just marvel at their existence.

[princekirijo]

Captain!Mitsuru is like yes she's a girlboss from afar. Like whenever she appears on TV or at a public conference whatever, she is so confident and a true leader, and when the Phantom Thieves meet her for the first time, they're intimidated by her (in a scary hot woman way). She's def matured a lot from her high school days.

But don't get me wrong this woman is a girlfail. She is my wet pathetic milf. She's crying in her office when she thinks no ones looking. Yes she has a loving wife but she's dealing with the horrors (Kirijo Group sins still biting her in the ass)

[shock-micro]

yesterday i (mirai) (y'know the one who got shattered yesterday) got all doom and gloom about like, y'know "if i'm just the whole of three-thirds what does that make me" but the real answer is like. whoever i damn well wanna be? i've been presented with the perfect chance to Craft a new identity and oh by Change will i take it

[waywardsalt]

maybe it would be better if i. let myself write the bellum x linebeck fic while i finish up the ganonbeck one. there’s not much point in restricting what i write esp if i’m inspired

[mint-is-here]

I am going insane over my Sk8ter boy au but WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY PLOTHOLE WHY ARE YOU SO UNDIFIED I LOVE YOU BUT WHYYY

[angelltheninth]

Vander and Silco Get Baby Fever After Seeing Felicia Have Kids

Pairing: Vander, Silco x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, creampie, size difference, breeding kink, mentioned future pregnancy, on the bar, desk sex

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A/N: I saw them in that flashback and haven't had time to get them out of my mind sense. They were all so hot, we lost so much!

Vander was usually careful when having sex, at least when it came to pulling out on time

Lately he's been actively pushing you against his cock to make sure his cum goes inside you, not out

Will put you in a headlock while he breeds you

If he notices you teasing him through the day he will wipe the bar down at the end of the night and fuck you on top of it, not even caring to carry you to the bedroom

Already has a list of names in his head

Uses his fingers to push his cum back into your pussy while holding you up with his other hand, those fingers dancing along your spine

Gets pussydrunk very easily when you say how much you want him to make you pregnant, how good of a dad you know he'll be

Could go all night if he thinks it would increase the chances of your pregnancy

Raises your ass when he fucks you from behind, his strong thighs smacking against your cheeks hard, the bed protesting under you both

Eats his cum from your pussy if it leaks out, at least then it won't fully go to waste

Silco never thought he'd want to become a dad but now it's all he can think about, all day, every day

Cockwarming was always one of his favorite things, one of the best ways to pass the time while he works but now there's an added bonus to it of him keeping your pussy nice and full

Bends you over the desk almost immediately after you enter his office and actually enjoys seeing his cum drip down your thighs

Has so much more cum to give you so it's no issue

Never masturbates, not until you get pregnant anyway, because he wants to make sure that as much of his seed ends up in your womb as possible

Knows that pregnancy will be hard, and raising the kid even harder, he is ready to be there every single step of the way, especially when all the hormones kick in

Folds you into a mating press, the slight curve of his cock hitting your sweet spot and making your pussy squeeze so hard you milk the cum right out of his balls

If he really gets into it it's debatable if he would stop fucking you if someone were to walk in

Every time he imagines how beautiful you'd look pregnant his cock stirs in his pants, it's a problem if he's at work during that time

When he's balls deep inside of you he gets very talkative and starts brainstorming names and things that you'll need to buy for the baby

[duhnova]

pussy sport - boo seungkwan

synopsis: leave it up to boo seungkwan to almost suffocate between your thighs, eat you out till you’re crying, and to figure out a new kink of his.

pairing: fwb! seungkwan x fem! reader 

word count: ~2k

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!!!), oral (f receiving), dacryphilia (reader cries from pleasure), slight overstimulation?, face riding, spanking, slight hair pulling, slight degradation (the word slut is used), reader is called baby, reader wears a skirt, pain kink/slight! masochism & sadism, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind any grammatical errors/typos (me and indi did our best).

@onlyseokmins (i love you and i hope you enjoy, and thank you for brainstorming with me), @playmetheclassics (thank you so much for proof reading for me YOU DEMON)

“i want you to sit on my face.” you almost drop your bag when you walk into your best friends apartment.

“well hello to you too, seungkwan.” you laugh quietly.

“sorry, let me start over. how was your day?” his eyes were trained on your thighs that were peeking out from under your skirt. 

“it was good, long.” you sigh as you shrug your coat off. your week was stressful, which is why you were here in the first place, to blow off some steam. “how was yours?”

“boring, i had a two hour work zoom after my lab today, and i wanted nothing more than to put my head through the glass wall of the econ building.” his hands reached out to grab the back of your thighs when you walked over to where he was sitting. 

“that bad, huh?” you smile as you run your fingers through his dark hair while he noses against your stomach. 

“horrible.” he mumbles, his fingers digging into the plush flesh right below the hem of your skirt. 

“do you want me to sit on your face and make it all better?” you coo quietly.

“fuck, please.” his fingers trail up under your skirt before they dig into the area below your ass cheeks. “keep the skirt on too.” 

“but then i won’t be able to see you.” you fake pout. 

“won’t be much to see either way when my face is shoved between your thighs.” 

“that’s a lie, i can always see your eyes.” one thing seungkwan loved was eye contact; inside or outside the bedroom, he always made sure your eyes were on his because it built trust and the level of intimacy between you too. 

“maybe this time i don’t want you to look at me.” he fake pouts to match you. 

“fine, i’ll keep the skirt on.” you huff, smiling when he whispers out an excited ‘yes’ before standing up. “what’re you-” you yelp quietly when he lifts you up over his shoulder. sometimes it amazed you at just how strong he was as you felt the muscles flex in his back and shoulder while he carried you to the bedroom. 

“it’ll be more comfortable if we’re on the bed.” he gives you a cheeky smile when he sets you down,  his hands making quick work at discarding his shirt. 

“slow down kwannie, we have all night.” you diddle as you follow his lead in taking your shirt off, opting to leave your bra on as you reach under your skirt to pull your panties off. 

“i’m just excited, i haven’t seen you all week.” his breathe hitches a little when he watches you toss your panties into the corner of the room where his dirty clothes laid. “fuck.. can i kiss you?” 

“always,” you mumble before he's grabbing the sides of your face to kiss you hard, his body pushing up against yours. your lips were bruising as you battled for dominance, only submitting to him when his hands went to grip your hips and pull your body closer to his before he toppled you two over onto the bed you hadn’t realized he backed you up against. 

“is this alright?” he broke the kiss to whisper against your lips. 

“yes.” you breath out before your hands are tangling in his hair to pull him back in for another kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep his body as close as possible. he groans into the kiss when he feels the heat from your bare cunt against the growing bulge in his sweats.  

“fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls away from your mouth to kiss and suck at your jaw, his hips grinding down against yours causing you to moan in his ear - goosebumps forming down his back at the sound. “you’re dripping.”  he coos quietly while looking down at where your skirt had flipped up, a damp spot was growing on his gray sweats from all of your arousal. 

“i could be dripping all over your face right now if you’d hurry up and move.” you giggle quietly watching the way his jaw set a little before he mumbles about how he wasn’t slow. 

“i need to fuck you dumb tonight i think.” he moves to flop down on his back, his hands grabbing your hips and effortlessly hoisting you up to sit on his groin. 

“i think you need to do a lot more then fuck me dumb.” you rest your hands on his bare chest so  that you can grind against his bulge. your eyes flutter as you focus more on the sounds seungkwan was making then what his hands were doing - that was until one of them came down on your ass, causing you to jolt forward a little and whine. 

“you know i can always smack your ass raw,” he groans as you dig your nails into his chest, the sting was delicious as you racked them down to his stomach. “do you want that?”

“maybe..” your eyes had a dangerously sexy glint in them before hes smacking your ass again, a moan escaping your mouth before you're biting your lip to silence yourself. 

“of course you do,” he gives you a shit eating grin. “you’re just a little pain slut.” he rubs at the cheek to soothe the stinging before hes grabbing your hips to yank you forward a little, your bare pussy resting on his bare stomach, where you wiggle around at the feeling of his ab muscles flexing. 

“you’re one to talk.” you pout as you drag your nails around his nipples, his jaw tensing as he holds back the moan bubbling in the back of his throat. 

“just sit on my face already before i decide to just fuck your bratty mouth instead.” he huffs quietly, fighting the smile that threatened to break out as you whined about not being a brat while crawling up his body. 

“if i really start to suffocate you feel free to throw me off ok?” your voice was laced with worry as you settles both your knees on either side of his head, your bare cunt on full display to him. he was almost hypnotized as he licked his lips, his arms coming up to wrap around your thighs so he had a good grip on you - making sure you didn't try to wiggle away. “did you hear me?” you lift up your skirt to see his face, only to curse at the sight - he looked drunk and he hadn’t even tasted you yet. 

“yeah yeah i heard you.” he whispered. “if i suffocate it’ll have been worth it.” 

“you hang around soonyoung too much.” you joke quietly, but the mention of your shared friend's  name made seungkwan yank your hips down so he could latch his mouth onto your pussy without much warning. one way you’ve learned to push seungkwan's buttons is to always bring up soonyoung, who happened to have a crush on you (but seungkwan would never tell you that in fear of you leaving him to be with the older male). 

“fuck seungkwan!” your gasp turns into a loud whiny moan as you push your hips down more against his face, his tongue delving deeper into your cunt as he ate like a starved man. he would alternate between swirling his tongue around inside your pussy and sucking on your clit before he encouraged you to actually ride his face. 

“just rock your hips baby.” he groans against your pussy before he kisses it like he kisses you. 

“what if i hurt you?” 

“you won’t.” something about the way you cared so much about him made his dick twitch in his pants, his hips instinctively bucking a little before he goes back to focusing on making you cum on his tongue. slowly and experimentally, you started to rock your hips. The rhythm was slow at first as you got used to the feeling of  riding his face and not his cock. 

“kwannie,” you moan breathlessly as your clit bumps against his nose. “more, please.” you whine as you pick  up your pace. seungkwan groaned from below you, his mouth working faster as he basically made out with your pussy, sucking and slurping up all your juices as he groaned.

the more you rocked your hips farther forward you began to lean until your hands were braced against the headboard - allowing you to ground yourself better as you rode seungkwan's face harder. his fingers digging into your thighs even harder as his face moved with your hips, chasing your pussy, not wanting to stop. 

“i-” you gasp quietly when he started to shake his head while he kept his rhythm of following your hips, his nose stimulating your clit more and the lewd slurping got louder. “fuck!” you moan loudly, your forehead resting against the headboard in between where your hands rested. your eyesight was blurry as your brain clouded with euphoria from the pleasure - oh, how you wished you could see him under your skirt right now. 

you don’t know how much time has passed since you started, nor did you care, but there was still a little voice in the back of your head that was worried that seungkwan couldn’t breathe with how long you had been sitting on his face - and just when you had enough rationality to ask if he was ok, he had moved so his mouth was latched around your clit again, sucking hard as he breathed heavily through his nose groaning quietly at the burn in his lungs. 

the words you were gonna utter turned into a choked sob as you pressed your forehead against the headboard harder, one of your hands moving down to grip at seungkwan's hair that was peeking out from under your skirt. your hips ground harder against his mouth as he focused on sucking on your clit - your orgasm winding up quicker than  you could comprehend. 

“seungkwan, please!” you babble out, your eyes brimming with tears from the pleasure building up. “please! please! please!” you begged, your orgasm right there, but nothing was sending you over the edge as you whined and cried from feeling overstimulated already despite not having orgasmed yet. 

just as you went to beg him to make you cum, his teeth dragged against your clit before he sucked on it harder, finally dragging you over the edge. a sob mixed with a moan left your body as you shook, your legs squeezing around his head as you babbled out quiet ‘thank you’s’ while he gently sucked on your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. 

this was one of the hardest orgasms you’ve had in a while, and it worried seungkwan a little as he gave your thighs sweet little kisses before gently lifting you off his face so he could properly catch his breath. his movements were slow as he laid your dazed and fucked out body on the other side of the bed so he could go and grab a rag and a bottle of water for when you came back to reality. 

“do you want to take a minute to gather your bearings?” he asked gently as he dabbed at your thighs, cleaning up all the excess spit and cum that had leaked out of you. 

“yeah.. just a couple minutes.” you breathe out before giggling quietly at the fact he definitely made you feel like he just fucked you senseless using his tongue. “maybe you can still fuck my mouth too.” you give him a cheeky smile as he groans at the idea. 

“only if you keep the skirt on still.” he gives you a lopsided smirk, your eyes rolling playfully at this new found kink of his. (maybe you should wear skirts around him more often).

“deal.”

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