#even though there's some anatomy awkwardness I can now see I still love this a lots

[juustozzi]

🌠 I’ll draw out my hopes and become a falling star 🌠

[localplaguenurse]

Casper NSFW Headcanons

I am not immune to the grim reaper babygirl even a little bit. These are more "first time" headcanons.

Mentions of male and female anatomy for MC/reader/you, dom reader, oral (giving and receiving), a lot of teasing/praising, and inexperienced Casper, topping and bottoming. Also, this gets fucking LONG. REALLY LONG. Honestly should've just written actual smut but the voices told me to write headcanons...

NSFW CONTENT BELOW CUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, RESPECT THE HONOUR SYSTEM

Since Casper has never fallen for a mortal before and is/was a workaholic, he’s inexperienced in all matters of intimacy, especially physical.

Like, if you’re not his first kiss then you haven’t kissed him yet levels of inexperienced.

The first thing you two do, after you’ve pushed him down on your bed with glee, is kiss. And it’s okay! He has really soft lips, and it’s a simple peck, so not a lot to mess up there.

It’s when you try to do deeper, longer kisses that his inexperience shows.

Should he be tilting his head more? Should he push more against you- oh god there’s your tongue, in his mouth, feeling around, does he do the same? Where does he put his hands? 

You have to really walk him through it and be patient about it. His tongue work is going to be awkward and sloppy, and you’re gonna bump teeth the first couple times, but he’ll eventually get the hang of it. 

You’ll also have to remind him that he’s allowed to pull away so he can breathe. His face is cute when red, but you don’t wanna see if it’s just as cute when it’s blue. (I mean, it’s not like it’ll kill him, but still...)

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think his flushed face, wet lips, and panting were cute though. 

Hickies are fun. It’s super easy to leave teeth marks and suck bruises on his pale skin, and it’ll make him whimper as you do. Tease him about how flustered he is over a couple love bites, and he’ll get pouty and deny it. 

In fact, he’ll wanna mark you up as revenge, but he also just only learned how to kiss like ten minutes ago so he’s gotta learn how to give hickies too. He gets frustrated when he sucks on your skin but not enough to leave a lasting mark. That said, it is fun to do, and your skin is so soft against his tongue and lips, so he’ll keep trying. 

He sits back all smug over finally leaving a bruise, but his neck is covered in teeth marks and bruises. Please, please bully him about that. 

I need to stress this right now: you can tease and bully him as much as you want, do not degrade him.

The harshest name you can call him is a slut, but it has to be wrapped in praise (i.e. “such a good little slut…”). You could probably get away with calling him pathetic in the heat of the moment every now and again, but that is it. He will not react well to degradation. He wants and needs to be praised.

Play with his hair. Pull on it so you can tilt his head back and leave kisses all over his neck and jaw. Kiss up to his ear to tell him what a good boy he’s being, your sweet little reaper. He’ll melt right then and there. 

Constantly feeling you up, it’s both his attempt at teasing you (especially with his cold hands) but mostly just him trying to figure out what he’s doing. If you tell him he’s not allowed to touch you, then he’s gonna be white knuckling the sheets. 

Another easy way to get some really pretty noises out of him? Play with his chest and nipples, they’re very sensitive. 

He’s ashamed at how easy it is to get him hard. You don’t have to do that much. Just straddle him and make out with him for a bit, let him touch your body or play with his hair. You’ll feel him press against you in no time, and he’ll whine at the friction of his pants against his cock.

Just whatever you do, don’t touch it. Don’t feel it, don’t rub it, and absolutely do not grind against it. Not unless you want him to cream his pants immediately. (Let's be honest: you do.)

Actually, you won’t even need to touch him to make him cum. All your teasing, your kissing, touching, the warmth of your skin and smell of your shampoo and your hands running through his hair and the sound of your voice, it’s too much.

You’ll feel his hips jerk and back arch, and he’ll make the prettiest little noise you’ve ever heard. It’ll take you a moment to realize what’s happened, your eyes trailing down to see the wet spot where his cock is pressed up against his pants. 

When you do finally let his cock out, it’s rock hard, dripping precum, flushed a pretty shade of pink and has a patch of white hair at the base. He keeps it well maintained, which you shouldn’t be surprised by considering his thorough skincare routine. 

Any and all bravado is out the window the exact moment you touch his cock. Whatever insult or snarky comment he had on his mind or smug look on his face is immediately gone once he feels your fingers graze it. 

You can tease him as much as you want when he’s like this and he won’t do anything about it. Can’t do anything about it. He’ll be a whiny mess for you whether he wants to be or not, but in the moment, he doesn’t care as long as you touch him. 

It won’t take much to make him cum, just pump your hand up and down while you kiss and bite at his neck, and tell him about how cute he is right now, how good he is, how he can just relax because you’re gonna take such good care of him. 

The only reason he doesn’t immediately cum is because he’s masturbated to the thought of you before so he knows what it feels like, but his “self care” is nothing compared to you yourself actually touching him. 

He will immediately cum if you go down on him. With your hand it was one thing, but your mouth is so warm and wet and your tongue feels so good he can’t hold back. 

His hips will buck up reflexively, shoving himself deeper inside by accident as his cum shoots down your throat. He’ll babble apologies profusely for it but is immediately cut off by his own sobs when you keep going.

God it would be so fun to overstimulate him. He’d be crying, tears in his eyes, babbling about how it’s too much, it feels too good, and his body’s shivering and writhing because it doesn’t know if it wants to get away or if it wants more. 

Edging would also be fun, just to hear him whine and beg for you every time you brought him to the edge, only to slow down and pull back. He’s pleading with you to let him cum, please let him cum, he’ll be good, please. How can you say no to that face?

Since you’ve treated him so nicely, it’s only fair he returns the favour and goes down on you too, right? Right. 

You’ll have to talk him through it, how you like to be touched. Go ahead and grab his hair, use it to really guide him by pulling his face closer to your sex. If he’s not all mushy by that point, he’ll tease you about being needy for him (like he’s one to talk…).

Sucking cock is simple enough, though you can see in his eyes he’s a little nervous about it. He’ll slowly pump his hand up and down as a tester, gauging if you like what he’s doing and if he should go faster. He’ll then stick his tongue out and hesitantly lick the tip, and that surprised look on his face when you moan is to die for.

It’s enough of a push that he’ll take the tip in his mouth and lightly suck on it while stroking you, and every time you groan about how fucking good his mouth feels, it encourages him to take more of you in his mouth.

Be vocal with him, but most of all, be patient. Tell him what he’s doing right and what you want him to do, guide him by his hair if you wanna, but don’t expect him to be ready to deepthroat you yet. He’s still gotta work on that, so just savour the feelings he’s giving you now.

Let him know when you’re going to come, and more importantly, where, because otherwise he won’t know what to do. If you don’t wanna cum in his mouth, he’ll pull himself away and keep jerking you off until you cum. Try not to cum on his face, as tantalizing as the sight is. You can maybe get away with it once on purpose, or if it’s an accident.

Casper’s not a spitter, but he’s not a swallower? He actually doesn’t know what to do when you cum in his mouth. He’ll literally sit there with his mouth full and dick hard just staring at you until you either tell him to swallow or give him something to spit in. Call him a good boy when he swallows. Or if he doesn’t. Just call him a good boy either way.

It takes him some time to figure out how to eat you out right, but luckily for him it still feels really nice when he’s practicing. 

His fingering technique needs a little work, mostly because he’s very unsure of himself. One’s not enough, two looks and certainly sounds good on your end, does he need to add more, or will that hurt? He wants to make sure he’ll fit when he gets to the big finish, but three fingers feels excessive, unless you like that? Is he going too fast, too slow, too deep, not deep enough? Does he curl his fingers here? Oh, you squeezed his fingers just now, that means he’s doing something good, but what’s he doing?

Thank god for the clitoris. Finds it without you having to guide him because it’s literally at the top, it’d be harder not to find it. All you need to tell him is your preferred pace and he’ll rub at it with ease, taking immense pride at how quickly you fall apart with that dumb little smile. (Just ignore him grinding against the bedsheets or stroking his cock, he’s totally in control right now.)

Kinda like with giving head, he starts with little kitten licks to your clit before getting more confident as he listens to your moans and praises. He’ll especially love it if you push his face into you so he can suck and lick harder. He’ll groan against you unintentionally, but when he hears the sound you make at the vibrations of his mouth, he’ll latch onto your clit and start humming and sucking as hard as he can.

Loves the feeling of you cumming on his tongue. The way your hips buck up, the way you tighten your grip on his hair, grinding against his face, your juices slathered all over his lips and tongue, gods he’ll never get over it. He’ll clean you up with his tongue and sit up, trying to look smug, but he’s not fooling anyone with the flushed face, the hearts in his eyes, or the wet patch on the front of his pants.

He’ll think you’re weird if you wanna kiss him after he goes down on you, but quickly shuts up once you plant your lips on his. Your tongue in his mouth is a very compelling argument.

Now comes the part he’s been most excited and nervous for; actually being inside you.

You are taking the lead regardless, because he doesn’t know what to do. Well, he knows, but he’s not fully confident in his abilities.

Just lay him back, tell him all he has to do is relax. You’ll take such good care of him.

He is tense when he feels you straddling him, your bare sex rubbing up against his teasingly. He wants to tell you to get on with it already, but his mind is in a daze and the only thing he can focus on is telling himself not to cum yet, you haven’t even put it in.

He’s gripping your bed sheets or your hips as tight as he can when he feels you finally start to sink down on his cock. He can cover his mouth, grit his teeth, whatever, but you KNOW that boy is whimpering inch by inch.

It’s enough that once you actually make it to the base, he’s reduced to the most pitiful mess of a grim reaper, trying so hard to keep what little composure he has, and the two of you have hardly started?

He will not last long in this state. The feel of your tight warm walls hugging around him so tight, and the way you move up and down his length is too much for him to handle.

He’s sorta sensitive about how quickly he cums, so you have to be careful about how, when, and if you tease him about it. You can tease him when he creams his pants, so long as it’s along the lines of “you feel that good already?” 

When he cums prematurely inside you, be gentle with him, coo in his ear that it’s okay, it happens sometimes, you’re happy you make him feel so good, he’s being such a good boy for you.

And then you milk that poor boy for everything he’s worth. Watch his teary eyes roll back as his hips buck up to meet yours, shooting load after load until you’ve drained him of everything he’s got. He’ll be incoherent, sobbing and muttering “please please please” because it’s the only thing he’s able to say.

Hold his hand.

As if this google doc I’m writing in isn’t long enough, let’s talk pegging.

He’s going to be nervous about bottoming, he won’t even pretend he’s not. He doesn’t really know what he’s getting into, but he’s willing to try so long as you talk him through what you need to do.

In theory it’s all good, until he has your fingers thrusting into his hole, pressing into his sweet spot while you purr in his ear about all the things you’re going to do to him tonight. He really should have seen that coming considering it’s his Sunshine we’re talking about here, but he’s in too much pleasure to complain.

He’ll be too embarrassed to be face to face with you, so you suggest doing it from behind. Again, great in theory, until you have him face down ass up with your chest to his back. This position is arguably more embarrassing, but Casper is also stubborn and at least you can’t see his face.

Kiss all over his neck and shoulder blades and along his spine, it’ll make him shiver.

You have to take it really slow at first, of course. It’s his first time doing something like this, and you don’t wanna hurt him. Once you’ve slowly inched yourself to the base, give him a minute to get used to the fullness.

You’ll start slow and soft, but you don’t have to stay that way. In fact, he’ll love it if you start going faster, harder, deeper. He wants to feel you hit his prostate again and again, making him see stars every time you do.

You don’t even need to touch his cock, he’ll be falling apart anyways with the way you fuck him, but it’s so fun to overstimulate him anyways so go ahead, jerk him off while you do it.

He’ll try to muffle his sounds in the pillows. Sure, you can let him because it’s honestly really cute, but you can also pull him away by either tugging his hair or grabbing him by the jaw and lifting his head up. He’ll be a drooling, teary eyed mess, but he’s your teary eyed mess. Make sure you tell him that.

If you can, don’t be shy filling him up either. When he’s all fucked out, the feeling is absolutely addicting. Will probably get grumpy about the mess once he’s in a clearer headspace, but he’s also not gonna tell you to stop.

Oh, he’ll be nothing but mush when you two are done the deed. Not only is he too tired and blissed out to move, but he’ll be so cuddly and sweet, murmuring about how much he loves you and how good you are to him, for him. (He will vehemently deny he was that sappy once he’s snapped out of it though.)

Cuddles are absolutely mandatory post sex, he needs a little skin on skin time and to relish in the afterglow before the two of you get cleaned up.

It’s as you two are huddled together under the covers, about to fall asleep, that you hear Casper groggily mumble a little “thank you,” for treating him so well for his first time and showing him the ropes.

He’ll smirk at you and say that next time he’s going to use his knowledge against you, but both of you know that it doesn’t matter how experienced he is, it’s not gonna happen. 

You don’t get the chance to poke fun at him about it though, as he’s already fallen asleep. You kiss his forehead and cuddle up closer.

[ynscrazylife]

Can i request a greys anat. fic? Where addison is newley devorced from derek and is falling head over heals for intern reader and gets v teased for it by mark, derek and callie? (I am only on s3 of greys anatomy and i love it sm!)

Addison Getting Teased for Liking an Intern | Blurb

It definitely took some time after the divorce for the awkwardness around Addison, Derek, and Mark to go away and it was difficult for all three of time. After some long and hard conversations, Addison and Derek came to the mutual agreement that their divorce was for the best and began to sort things out between themselves and with Mark (both individually and together).

Their past was still a bit of a touchy subject but they were getting there, which is why it came as a surprise when Mark noticed Addison and Callie standing together and made a comment. “Wow, I haven’t seen Addison look at someone like that since she met Derek in med school,” he joked.

Derek, who had been standing with Mark, and Callie both followed Addison’s line of sight, only to see the new intern who the hospital had been gossiping about talking to Meredith by the stairs.

“Oooooh,” Callie teased, nudging her friend playfully with her elbow as Addison’s face immediately went the same shade as her hair.

She straightened her posture and made a show of rolling her eyes. “Don’t be dramatic, I wasn’t giving her any type of look,” she insisted.

“You were practically drooling,” Derek chimed in, teasing good-naturally with a smug look on his face. Maybe he was being a bit dramatic now.

Addison scoffed, though it wasn’t very convincing. “It’s nothing! She’s—she’s . . .” There were no words for her to say to escape from this.

“You’re head over heels, oh my god!” Callie exclaimed excitedly, even clapping her hands.

Addison’s face got redder by the moment. Mark opened his mouth to add something snarky in, when he stopped at the sight of you, the intern, walking over. “Doctor Montgomery!” You said cheerfully, wearing a bright and contagious smile.

Mark and Derek had to stifle snickers at how quickly Addison turned around. “Y-yes?” She said, straightening her coat.

“Would you mind if I discuss a patient with you? I just had some questions about the chart,” you said, holding the clipboard out to her.

Not trusting herself to speak, Addison only nodded with a small “mhm!”.

You pinched your eyebrows. “Yes, you do mind?” You asked, a little dejected.

Addison’s eyes went wide but Callie quickly swooped in to save the day. “She doesn’t mind! She has all the time in the world,” the resident said, practically pushing Addison towards you. You looked confused, but went with it.

As Addison walked away with you, she glanced over her shoulder to see the three doctors wearing shit-eating grins. Derek gave her a thumbs up, Mark was making a kissy face, and Callie was mouthing at her telling her to make a move. She gave them one fierce glare that only she could before turning back to you and refocusing her attention.

[his-dedicated-sensei]

Incurvatus in se.

NSFW, mentions of HRT, transfem PoV.

+ 𓅀

You rest, with feet soaking in warm waters. His expert hand carefully checks each ligament, each strand of muscle. You do not know how - His hands are too broad, but one could hold half your waist, and the other would find you captured with ease.

It is His mastery, you suppose then, as His thumb circles a small subdermal area. He holds the spot for a moment, as one of your Custodes attendants provides a perfectly prepared syringe.

There was a time before now - long ago to you, but recalled - where you felt so nervous being so exposed to the Custodes - to Him, even. Your form is an awkward one; frail and not meant for such lavish attention.

The syringe snaps you free from your thoughts. You wince, as you always do - yet, in a moment, you feel a palpable relief.

"There," He begins, His dulcet tones that could sway the masses rumbling across your form, "I ensured this dosage is pristine. I have been studying it day and night."

You don't doubt His words - your smile is there, but you worry still. How could He treat you with such care? You go to thank Him - but He is just that step ahead. That hand that held your arm carefully moves to your chest, along the curve of your breast.

Your breath hitches. His thumb glides across a nipple. The Custodes leaves. It is not part of the usual affair, but you can't help but sidle a little closer. He is, after all, so comfortingly warm.

"You are progressing well." He starts, able to squeeze at just the right spot along your chest. To accuse someone who knows your precise anatomy of cheating would equate, but why complain? "The work to synthesise what you need has been one that bears fruit."

He makes a point of this as His mighty hands tease along your breasts again, before sliding down to your hips, massaging along them. You can't perceive it, but you feel some force where His hands were, still massaging your breasts. The feeling is too much - even with the doses, parts of you still respond to such delight.

"You believe you are imperfect," He continues - even as He toys with your now-pert nipple with his index and thumb, "that you do not deserve this kind of treatment." The conclusion comes as, with the same hands that could mould mountains spread your legs with a force you cannot resist.

"Humanity loves to do so," He begins, deigning (in your eyes) to temper your loins, thumbs pressing along your inner thighs, "think so negatively of themselves. I truly thought I have taught you to avoid such thoughts."

His faint scolding is detached from His actions - you can neither tell if this is playing, pleasure, or you're due for another lecture. The fact He is now working along your length, thought to be left somewhat inactive after so long, makes your thoughts flutter off under faint breaths of delight.

"Humanity is wonderful, in all its shapes. It must be tempered -" He chuckles, almost beneath His breath, as He sees your body does as it will. "- as must you, it seems." Before you could react, you find yourself somewhat pinned, as your length is toyed with, in ways only He knows how. Even you did not know just where such sweet spots were.

"You are human. Just human." He murmurs, as His hand carefully moves to massage along your orbs, making you emit a squeak that loses itself amongst the grandeur of His form. "And that is why you are glorious. Isn't that right?"

The praise is enough to send you spiralling, as He works your form with an ease befit of a master of the craft, and yet, more praise lavishes your form as the night progresses - and many, many delights are had, tempered by his steady hand.

By the time He is finished, you do not recall the negative thought - or many others - His handiwork leaves you curled up in a delight that lulls your mind into a slumber so serene, nothing could compare.

Though, you're still not sure why He has left Sisters of Silence nearby.

[f1nalgirlz]

i need you… | Charlie Walker

in which y/n gets a string of texts and a needy late night phone call from her best friend & friend with benefits, Charlie.

(Not proofread yet! Sry!!)

˗ˏˋcontents´ˎ˗ Charlie Walker x reader, p in v, booty call?, extremely needy Charlie walker, sub!Charlie, dom!y/n, nsfw, oral sex (f receiving), blowjob/oral sex (m receiving), riding, edging

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ NSFW, feminine pronouns, female anatomy, friends with benefits, dirty talk, light dom/sub

Charlie and Y/N had been sleeping together for months now, having met each other in their shared psych class the first semester of college. An attraction was instantly there, Charlie was and still is very aware that their ‘love at first sight’ was extremely superficial, but as their friendship grew so did the attraction they both harbored. Around week three of their friendship, while hanging out in Charlie’s dorm room while his roommate was out for the weekend they got a little drunk. As things tend to go, they ended up aggressively making out, and eventually sleeping together for the first time as the night progressed. When they woke up together the next morning, there was no awkwardness in the air, no ounce of shame between them. It was at that point they’d agreed to just keep things going with each other, not committing to any sort of dating relationship but regularly meeting up together to hook up. At Charlie’s dorm when his roommate was out, at Y/N’s dorm when she was alone, it was constant. Not having a room open didn’t stop them either, of course. They’d meet up in broom closets after class, the library, or even under the bleachers of the university football field. They didn’t care, they were having fun. The two had agreed that having a close friendship while also having sex often was more comfortable than any dating relationships they’d had in the past with old partners and a hell of a lot easier as well as safer, than just having one night stands with strangers.

Outside of their sexual endeavors, they really were best friends, often having movie nights and studying together. They did pretty much everything together, so the one night Y/N decided to go out to a sorority party and Charlie declined the invite, she was a little bummed out. She didn’t let that stop her from having fun though, going to the party, drinking, dancing, and even posting some pictures throughout the night. Charlie saw the photos his friend was posting, instantly regretting not going. Y/N looked gorgeous, glitter makeup smeared on her face, smudged eyeliner, and a tank top that exposed her chest. (if you don’t like that, choose whatever you want^3^) Charlie’s breath caught in his throat as he scrolled through all the pictures she’d posted, chewing his lip as he swapped tabs to messages. He felt pathetic getting a half hard on just from looking at her pictures, but he’d do some internal looking another time.

“Y/N I need you.” message one.

“please.” two.

“it’s really urgent.” three.

“can you come to my dorm?” four.

Y/N was still at the party when she started feeling her phone buzz four times in her pocket, all one right after another in quick succession. Quickly, she reached for her phone, seeing Charlie’s contact lighting up her lock screen 4 new messages. She unlocked her phone to read them and laughed a bit. He knew she was busy, hell she even invited him! A little annoyed at his request, she left him on read shoving her phone back to her pocket. Charlie stared intensely at their messages, face lighting up when she read his messages, but it fell just as fast when she didn’t reply. He was a little desperate at this point, he just wanted her so badly.

“please answer me.” five.

“i reallyyyy need you!” six.

“i’m not kidding.” seven.

“please just stop by for a sec.” eight.

✓read.

He groaned out loud, getting even more frustrated. He hopped off his bed and paced around his room, clicking her contact and calling her. When she felt her phone ringing, she already knew who it was. Excusing herself, she walked outside away from a few stragglers and answered the phone. “Yes Charlie?” She spoke into the mic, sounding a little annoyed. “Why haven’t you answered my texts? I’d really like you to come over.. like now..” Charlie said, starting off strong but trailing off into a mumble by the end. “I invited you tonight. You knew I was going to be busy.” Y/N said with a sigh into her phone. After the conversation went on for about eight more minutes Charlie came out with something that intrigued her. “Please just come. I’ll make it worth your time… I promise. I just- I need you, right now.” he said sounding more desperate by the minute, and Y/N liked that. She hummed into the phone and sighed once more, for what felt like the millionth time that night. “Okay. I’m on my way. It better be.” She said, sounding stern but a smile creeped onto her face as she hung up.

Charlie lit up like a Christmas tree, jumping a little. He very nearly broke out into a celebratory dance but refrained, instead cleaning up his room a little. He straightened out his bed and flipped off his overhead light, opting for his floor lamp. Soon he heard the light, familiar, knocking of Y/N at his door. He excitedly walked over and opened it up, his breath shuddering as he saw her in person. She was even more attractive than through his screen. “Yeah come in!” He said, moving aside for her. She did so, walking in and kicking off the sort of uncomfortable heels she’d been wearing. She turned to look at him, reaching for his shirt. “Well I’m here. Now what?” She said expectantly, as he slowly backed her up toward his bed. “You’re so needy. You know that?” She said to him as the backs of her knees hit his bed, causing her to fall into a sitting position still grabbing at his shirt. “Thank you for coming..” Charlie said, but it came out as more of a choked whisper. Y/n continued to pull him down. She yanked her pink panties down from under her skirt, tossing them somewhere in his room, just getting ready in advance. Charlie sat down beside her, she was quick to crawl into his lap. “You made me leave my party for you,” she said with a hum, to which Charlie looked slightly embarrassed and tried looking away. “Thank you..” he managed to whisper again. Y/n caught his chin and made him look at her. “You’ve never been such a needy boy before, Charlie.” She said, leaning in to finally connect their lips, Charlie’s hands finding his way to her too-short mini skirt, and grabbing her hips. Y/N pulled back, hands going to pull his shirt off, which he happily accepted, helping her pull it off. As she attacked his neck with kisses, he was already moaning. This caused a soft laugh to leave her mouth, pulling back to look at him. “You’re so sensitive tonight.” She said, slipping off his lap and to the floor in front of him, tugging down his pajama pants and underwear. His breath hitched as he looked at her with a pleading look in his eyes. He was vigorously nodding and trying to pull her closer. “What do we say when we want something, hmm?” She hummed, leaning closer to his cock just ghosting around it. “Please will you?” He asked, getting embarrassed. They’d never flipped the roles like this before, but to be fair, he’d never been this desperate for her. Charlie would be lying if he said he didn’t like this… the feeling of her taking the lead. Sure, he was a little embarrassed but the way she was acting right now gave him a familiar burning in the pit of his stomach. He was eating this up.

As she looked up at him from between his legs she smiled, licking a strip from the base to the tip, before finally taking his cock into her mouth. Charlie felt a wave of relief wash over him, grabbing at her hair like clockwork. This time however, his hands were swatted away. He didn’t push his luck by putting them back, deciding to just grip the blanket under him, tilting his head back in a moan. At this point he didn’t care who heard him, all he cared about was his pretty best friend bobbing her head in his lap, taking more and more of his cock down her throat every moment. After maybe 3 minutes Charlie was feeling a knot pull in his lower stomach, causing his moans to flow out closer together, sounding more like whines or cries at this point. He felt a little pathetic, only a few minutes in and he already about to cum. Just as he was about to be sent over the edge, Y/n pulled her mouth off his dick with a slight ‘pop’ sound. She looked up at him expectantly and hummed, tilting her head to the side. Charlie’s face looked almost shocked, but also a little pained. “Why’d you stop?” He asked, still catching his breath. Y/n stood up from her place in the floor and grabbed his cheeks, giving him a slow kiss before laying down on the bed, legs hanging off the side. “I was just giving you a little motivation, Char. You’re gonna have to make it worth my while like you promised if you wanna cum tonight.” She said, a sort of devilish smile creeping to her lips. Charlie nodded slowly but wasted no time getting to his knees on the floor, quickly positioning himself between her legs. Grabbing onto her legs, he pulled her a little further off the bed, looking up at her through his eyelashes, keeping hold of her thighs. Y/n brushed his hair from his face before nodding. “Go on.” She said, and he wasted no time, burying his tongue into her hole. It made his already aching cock throb knowing she’d gotten this wet just from blowing him. He moved his attention to her clit moving his tongue in patterns he knew she liked, sucking every so often. Charlie was good in bed, after sleeping together for so long he knew exactly what Y/n liked by heart. As he lapped up all the wetness that had pooled near his chin, Y/n was gently grabbing his hair with one hand the other thrown above her on the bed. Her back arched and her legs spread more for him as she was shamelessly moaning as loudly as she pleased, fully aware that Charlie’s neighbors probably despised the two. A few praises slipped from her lips, a “you’re doing so well, Char.” Or a “yes, there, you’re so good!” spoken through gasps and moans before she felt her high quickly approaching. Y/n held Charlie’s hair as her orgasm washed over her, legs shaking and back arching further off the bed as Charlie helped her ride out her orgasm. This didn’t stop Charlie though, he continued sucking her clit until he felt the sharp sting of his hair being pulled, ripping him away from her soaked cunt. He moaned and looked up at Y/n, who was now sitting up, holding onto his hair. She thought Charlie looked so good in this moment, spit and cum dripping down his chin, eyes glossy and pleading. She leaned down and kissed him, pulling him back to the bed. Charlie was clearly excited as he looked at her when they broke apart. “Lay down.” She commanded, and he listened, laying down on his bed. He looked at her as if asking for his next command. “You wanna cum Charlie?” Y/n whispered, hovering over him. Of course, he nodded excitedly. She smiled, tugging his pants down, along with his boxers, slowly climbing into his lap. She gripped his dick gently, lining it up with her entrance. “You wanna fuck me?” She asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes please,” came his begging voice that was interrupted by a moan when she sank down onto him, taking his full length all at once. She quietly moaned and gently rocked her hips before stopping, a whine was heard from Charlie as he threw his head back on his pillow, clearly frustrated. “Want me to move?” She asked, gaining a nod in response, “beg me.” She whispered.

His cock had been aching ever since she’d denied his orgasm during oral, he’d just been getting painfully harder as the time went on. Her hesitation to move just made his already aching cock throb inside her, urging her to move.

“Please, Y/n, please move please fuck me.” He whimpered out, she could see tears pricking the corners of his eyes as she began moving painfully slow. This caused a cry to leave his throat, yes it felt so good, but he needed more he was desperate. Desperate to cum, desperate for her. “Please,” a sob. “I need you.. please.” He choked out, some tears rolling down his cheeks. Y/n leaned in, kissing the wet steaks where the tears had fallen before speeding up her hips, holding his shoulders for support. Charlie felt pure relief, grabbing onto her hips desperately, letting a string of moans and cries leave his lips. A soft whimper or plead came often from him, exciting Y/n every time she heard it. She continued skillfully maneuvering her hips, bouncing on his cock with a dazed smile. She drank up his moans and sobs, enjoying how much she affected him. As she was nearing her second orgasm, she felt nails dig into her hips followed by Charlie’s moans devolving into full choked sobs and pleads to cum. As she reached her high, her insides clenched around him, causing him to be sent over the edge as well. A whine escaping his throat and a few tears running down his cheeks as he tightened his grip on Y/N’s hips. She caught his lips in a kiss and rode out both of their highs, when they’d finished she lifted her body up, releasing his cock from her insides. She tossed herself onto the bed beside him, catching her breath, Charlie seemed to be way more out of breath, despite not being the one to move. “I like you like this y’know.” She said with a hum, looking over at Charlie, whose hair was plastered to his face with sweat. He looked at her, cheeks almost glowing red, “yeah?” Is all he could say before they erupted into laughter.

I feel like this is way too long but idk.. I hope it’s enjoyable!! If you have any criticism or suggestions PLEASEEE let me know i appreciate it!

[royalpicaro]

Here are the typed numbered points, final thoughts at the end DISCLAIMER: I used a Sonic ref page from GAMING 2019 to help with mapping and finding out what features match up with the guide lines. I think this is perfectly okay to do for LEARNING purposes like this one.

1. His hair is based off of fresh hair growing after a shave. The Awkward Phase™ 2. I'm terrible with front view shoes >.< 3. Ear tufts! 4. Marks are just slanted rectangles. 5. I will avoid drawing more hands than needed LMAO 6. Based off of a standard sneaker design. 7. Fluffy tail! 8. (Dot) Points of interest. 9. I like the tuft going back this far. 10. Faded and non-faded symbol of Phenthoma's(Fen-tohm-ah) lab. 11. Phenthoma lab symbol on the back of glove. Just the left glove. 12. Phenthoma is a character that is no longer living. A vital part of Elliot's past. We hate her. >:( 13. A design will be here in time! 14. In the short 30 min. that I have been desigining and mapping, I've already figured out how the torso is shaped. If you struggle, I highly rec mapping the characters. EXTENDED: I was still on the first pose when I did this and this genuinely helped me visualize where to put what parts where. 15. Triangles and squares are your best friends! 16. I HATE this angle!! 17. Anything to avoid hands 💅 18. In the mapping pic, you can see I'm much more comfy without too many shapes. EXTENDED: By this time, I already knew how to make the torso and how to position the arms and tuft. The head and body are very much oddly proportional. I believe the reason why we believe it's not is because of how large Sonic and others' quills are because Amy doesn't really have this issue. It works though and I wouldn't have the characters any other way. 19. I wanted to convey that Elliot is VERY fluffy hence the tufts of fur everywhere. EXTENDED: I know this sounds obvious, but I based Elliot off of those giant fluffy wolves that I just wanna hug. Elliot could easily be a pillow for anyone with all his fluff. He is definitely the type to look bigger when dry, but the second he is dunked in water, he looks like a very skinny wet rat. Think of those fluffy cats that look big but shrink SO MUCH when they get a bath LMAO 20. I now know my problem angles, but also how to use non-Sonic ref pics for bigger and better pieces! :D Now, my final thoughts: This was incredibly helpful! I never was really good with Sonic anatomy and I always struggled with it. I love how I was able to find my problem areas and improve on them in such a short amount of time. I want to do bigger pieces with Elliot, but at the moment, I have no plans on writing anything around this character other than the needed empty spots in the lore(THE LORE!!!). Such as Phentoma's full story and how Dean, Elliot's first love, died by Phen's hands. If there is any interest in this then I can answer some questions about the story. Though, warning, Elliot might be a very boring character. Here's some tidbits: He doesn't have the rage of someone who has lost a lot, even though he has, indeed, lost a lot. He's let it go with time. He values maturity in approaching situations with understanding instead of violence or raising his voice. He doesn't like to fight even though he is more than capable. He collects silly things and is hard to aggravate. He's kind and caring, even to those he knows have hurt him or others. He's just a project that was successful and that cost him everything. He hates stargazing, but loves to see the stars in people's eyes when they speak about something they're passionate about. He doesn't mind if his body is submerged in water, but he will not submerge his head. I think that's enough droning on. Even though there's more, I feel like this post is long and intimidating enough to read. Intimidating in the sense of just how much there is. Anyway, please tell me about your Sonic ocs if you have them! I LOVE to learn about other's ocs and how many cool concepts there are!

[lazykim12]

“Twist and Eli, always up to something dumb.” - Trixie

ALRIGHT- I finally have a break from school from winter break! Now I’m probably gonna post more about My Au!

So here’s Eli and twist getting along, mostly acting like Best friends most of the time, and being a chaotic duo together and doing dumb stuff, Twist is more chaotic though, he usually messes around with Eli, annoying trixie as she has to make sure they don’t do too much stupid stuff😭 basically keeping an eye on them, when dr.Blakk and Will aren’t, they thank her for that💀✨

Twist usually visits the Shane gang’s to hang out, or to even help during missions, when they aren’t doing missions, Eli and twist usually hang out, being the chaotic best friends, though, when will and twist see eachother, it’s kinda awkward but not too much, since twist has a loving family, so as much as he kinda doesn’t like being around Will due to the akward feeling cuz past memories, he is thankful for him and Dr.Blakk for giving him amazing adoptive parents, who treat twist like their own kid. 💖 Twist also still lives with them, not really wanting to move out yet, and wanting to help his new parents any way he can for all they have done for him😭👍🏻

Next post will reveal the villain or villians? 👀 of this Au- that take the place of Dr.Blakk instead. And some info I guess!

Also Loki and Burpy are best friends too👌 mostly watching Eli and twist do the chaotic stuff-

(The anatomy’s a bit rushed since I was kinda rushing it😭 so don’t mind twist’s arm)

[springtrapsspringlockedbussy]

So! I read the recent chapter anonymously, as I’ve been doing, but I couldn’t let myself forget an installment like this. I was a little nervous, given the subject of this one (secondhand embarrassment go brrrrrr) but it’s probably one of the best recent chapters! The descriptions were all so good. My favorites were the re-animator reference, as a mad science enjoyer I can’t overlook something that iconic, and the way Springtrap thinks about guts and organs is both gross and enticing. I’m actually way more curious about the anatomy going on with his new form now. My dude has guts! I also love the references to Nora and Issac. They may be in the past, but Springtrap still remembers them. And the part where Nolan is resting and Springtrap is thinking about his well-being? It’s amazing. This is some of your best stuff in a while! It’s domestic, but not exactly in a fluffy way. These are still killers. But there’s a humanity to their relationship, even when things get awkward. Speaking of awkward, or rather, speaking of stuff that wasn’t awkward, your POV change wasn’t bad at all! It was really smooth and easy to pick up on. I have a hard time changing perspectives in the middle of a chapter, but this one worked really well. Stuff like this is why I like MT. I don’t just read it because my tumblr mutual writes it, I read it because it’s fascinating! It’s definitely one of a kind. And lately it’s been so good. Writing every day has its benefits, because this series only improves with time. I can’t wait to see what happens next. (Good luck to Nolan with that conversation, though…)

alright so. no way i can tackle EVERYTHING so im gonna break your mentions down accordingly!

Quote: "..And the way Springtrap thinks about organs and guts is both gross and enticing."

That is kinda the point actually. MT has a weird emphasis on organic matter and the state of body (which can make sense with the series name), and nolantrap are both very mutually WEIRD about organs and the topic of consumption.

to me it made sense that springtrap would harbor more strange topics about nolan's organics because springtrap has naturally forgotten plenty of realities about being human! which means. he's going to be weird about watching nolan eat food

i suppose it's because the nature of organs and organics kinda fall underneath the whole life and death crux of the series. there's symbolism that i understand and notice, but im just. not smart enough to see

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Quote: "It's domestic, but not exactly in the fluffy way. These are still killers."

a true statement, but not necessarily applicable towards springtrap- the core of the series will ALWAYS be about nolantrap. i actually have a few grounded rules of design for the series! i wish to keep them to myself, but the most important one is that 'nolantrap will remain genuine and comfortable as a relationship'

they can go through drama and temporary dissolutions. but ultimately it's the kind of flame that isn't going to get extinguished!

that's because they're yins and yangs respectively, william going down nolan's route before becoming springtrap and nolan slowly progressing towards springtrap's route to possibly end up becoming a more traumatized version of william!

that and well. yaoi ((((:

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Quote: "..Favorites were the Re-Animator reference.."

well. this is more of me leaking the next fic. but there is an Alien (1979) reference that might not make too much sense if you've Only seen the movies and not much else beyond the movies

anyways thank you so much for the ask! feel free to always vocalize your thoughts about MT!

[no6secretsanta]

A Soulmates Christmas

From: @fairysdarkestnight

To: @thane-emblem

“What?!”

The coffee shop around them buzzed with pre-Christmas energy. There was no reason to think that anyone was listening in - not even the barista was paying attention to anything besides the book his nose was in - but there was a part of Shion that just felt like everyone was now focused on this decidedly not safe for public conversation.

Safu took a sip of her herbal tea as she simply looked at Shion, even though the other couldn’t seem to meet her eyes. His own coffee sat untouched in front of him, though he kept his gloved hands wrapped around the mug. “I know your hearing is functional so I doubt that I need to repeat myself. And although your background is in ecology, I doubt you lack the most basic understanding of anatomy. So therefore I must conclude that you did in fact hear me, and are asking me to elaborate rather than repeat myself.” 

Somehow he still couldn’t quite meet her eyes even as he could hear the lightest undercurrent of humor in her words. But the roaring in his ears blocked out her actual words and she slowly trailed off into an uncomfortable silence. 

They finished their drinks without saying much, occasionally making light conversation about Safu’s upcoming study abroad program. Their time didn’t feel like it usually did, and Shion didn’t want things to feel this awkward right before she left, but he just couldn’t find it in himself to say the words she so desperately wanted to hear.

And so when they said goodbye, he gave her a tight hug and promised he would see her off at the station in a couple days. I love you Safu. Just not in the way you need me to.

Eventually they parted ways and Shion went home to help at the bakery. His mom mentioned that they’d received a large rush order for the theater by someone named Nezumi and that they’d need to get started on it before it was picked up the following morning.

And so the two of them stayed up well into the night, until they were both so exhausted that they fell asleep after putting in one of the final batches of cookies and didn’t notice when they started to burn.

Shion didn’t know what he'd done wrong to deserve the actual hell that he was experiencing. When he was woken up by Safu’s text asking to meet up at their usual cafe, he’d been nervous, but happy that maybe they’d be able to move past the awkwardness from the day before. And yet, for some reason completely beyond his understanding, Safu refused to let up on her request.

Instead of responding or letting the conversation die, Shion merely sighed and pushed back his chair. It seemed like Safu was going to continue to push, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it without hurting her. So if they were going to have that conversation, he was at least going to do it with something a little stronger than a cappuccino. 

It also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember actually making it back to his bed last night, or that he’d developed a cough. Hopefully his mom had been able to finish up the catering order and that it was picked up with no issues that morning. 

“Please tell me you sell Irish Coffee. Or espresso martinis. I’d even take a spiked hot chocolate at this point.”

The barista raised an eyebrow and let out a low chuckle that sent a shiver down his spine. “What, is that friend of yours still after you? I thought your brilliant response yesterday of ‘Oh no, not my sperm. Anything but that!’ would’ve been enough to send any woman running. And yet here you are again.”

Shion groaned and ran a tired hand through his brown hair at the other man’s teasing. “I was hoping that we’d be able to just… ignore it? I don’t know I’m not good at this kind of thing. Once she knows what she wants, there’s no one who can stand against her. She won’t let them.”

The other man simply shook his head, a derisive smirk on his lips. “She sounds like a real winner. A match made in heaven Your Majesty. With your airheadedness and her stubbornness, you’ll take the world by storm.” The barista, whose name tag only had a picture of a rat on it, shook his head and moved to start preparing a drink. “It’s not on the menu, and it’s not like we have alcohol just lying around. But I sometimes need a little extra ‘holiday cheer.’” And with that he pulled out a flask from his apron and poured some dark liquid (whiskey, maybe?) into the mug. And kept pouring.

Shion apparently looked as frazzled as he felt.

A smirk tugged at the barista’s lips as he handed the steaming mug of salvation to Shion. “Now go and confess how uninterested you are in having sex with her.”

15 minutes later and Shion was swearing that there was no way that the whiskey should’ve been strong enough to make him hallucinate. But there really wasn’t any other explanation for the fact that Safu was repeating the same conversation as the day before. Not a continuation like he’d thought when they met at the coffee shop. No, a full repetition of a topic he really didn’t want to discuss.

“I know we didn’t really talk about this yesterday, but I’m sorry. I haven’t seen you as more than a friend and I’m not ready to have sex with you.”

Safu’s eyes widened and hurt flashed across her face. But confusion settled and she took a sip of her tea - herbal, same as always - before trying to meet his eyes. “Shion. We… we didn’t talk about this yesterday. We didn’t even see each other yesterday. We were going to meet for dinner but you worked late since Yamase called in.”

The hot chocolate burned as it slid down his throat but he couldn’t tell if it was from the temperature or the whiskey. “Safu, that was Friday. We met here for coffee yesterday and we were having this exact conversation.”

A calculating look entered her eyes as she leaned forward, almost as if she was examining him. Actually scratch that, that is exactly what she was doing. “Shion, what day do you think it is?”

“What day do I think it is? I know it’s Sunday.”

Safu shook her head slowly. “No Shion, it’s Saturday. Check your phone if you don’t believe me. Have you been having other symptoms like this? Memory falsification is rare but not impossible. But it's still odd that you would have known what I wanted to talk about.”

He lifted the hot chocolate (should he even really call it that? It was more alcohol than chocolate) to his lips as he took out his phone, only slightly surprised that it read Saturday December 24th. “I don’t know Safu. But I know - or at least I think I know - that we were here together yesterday talking about this exact same thing. And then I went home and helped my mom with the bakery. Some of her regulars came in, and a catering order was called in for the theater. Apparently the guy who put in the order had a weird name - Nezumi. I can’t make something like that up. And so we stayed up late to prepare the order - he must have been really desperate for my mom to agree on such short notice.” 

There was a choked coughing sound from the coffee bar but Shion didn’t turn to look as he was too focused on trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe he just had a really vivid dream? An extreme case of deja vu? 

Shion looked down at his gloved hands and sighed. Maybe it was nothing, but there was a part of him that felt like it was something more. Something that almost felt like a pull. But to where he couldn’t figure out.

The two friends sat there for a while, and Safu kept talking, mostly about her studies and how she was hoping that she’d find something that could help Shion, but he was mostly tuning her out at that point, choosing to stare out the window and the flurries of snow. 

As they said their goodbyes and Shion watched Safu get into the taxi meant to take her home, he heard a crack from above. And then felt a searing pain that wrapped itself around his body before losing consciousness.

When Shion woke up the next morning, he was expecting to be in a hospital room. Or at the very least in severe pain. But no, he was back at home, feeling completely fine. Well-rested even. But when he picked up his phone, he barely had time to see that he’d gotten a text from Safu to meet at the cafe. When he grabbed it, his phone sparked and its screen went black, with a small wisp of smoke winding its way through the air. 

But it wasn’t until he passed a mirror that he realized the true extent of what happened. Instead of the perfectly average brown hair and eyes he was born with, he now sported snow white hair and eyes red as blood. Not to mention the pink scar across his cheek that wound its way under his clothes. He was too afraid to see exactly how far that scar went though.

He took a few minutes to hunt for a beanie he knew he had somewhere, and he raided his mother’s makeup. It took a while for him to figure out exactly the best method to hide what looked like a scar, but it was passable enough by the time he left. But as he didn’t exactly have any colored contacts just lying around, he’d had to keep his head down as he called out to his mom that he was leaving.

He didn’t want to stand Safu up, even if he didn’t exactly feel like going to the cafe again. But that barista had also remembered the first day. So if he was lucky, maybe that man would have some answers.

If Nezumi had to go through this god-forsaken Saturday again was going to hurt someone. Probably that airheaded customer if he had anything to say about it. Sundays were his day off and that brat was (probably) the only one standing between him and a day of sleeping in.

The only bright side to having to repeat the day again was that write-up he’d gotten for not coming into work on what he thought was a Sunday just magically disappeared. Almost like it never happened. But he’d (almost) take a write up over having to work at that stupid shop for the 8th time in a row. Especially when he wasn’t even technically getting paid for it.

But when he checked his phone and saw that it was in fact Saturday December 24th for the third time, Nezumi begrudgingly pulled on a pair of black jeans and a matching long sleeve shirt. It was one of the only shops he could still work at - he’d been fired for fighting with customers at all the others, and he was still getting his foot in the door at the theater here. So he really needed this job and couldn’t afford another write up. 

Not that he thought he deserved to be fired over customers’ crossing the boundaries of what’s considered “acceptable” behavior, but he was a replaceable minimum wage employee and a brush of the hand to see if he was their soulmate really shouldn't evoke such a strong reaction from him. And it really didn’t - it was the pushy ones who would grab at him because there was clearly a mistake and there’s no way this random albeit attractive barista isn’t their soulmate.

Maybe he shouldn’t be working a customer facing job. But his face makes up for his patchwork experience so he’d deal with it until he could pay rent from the theater’s paycheck.

By the time he made it to No.6 (seriously, what kind of name was that? Where were the other five locations?) Nezumi was hungry and irritated and kind of hungover despite the fact that he hadn’t had anything to drink since the launch party on Friday. Which was really unfair and just something else to blame that particular customer for.

Part of him was hoping that he was wrong, that the man who’d come in with a friend who propositioned him in public wasn’t his soulmate. But that man clearly remembered the previous day, even if he didn’t bear the marks Nezumi had come to associate with those Fate was especially cruel to. And there had been that incident the prior night…

He’d only met a handful of people whose time had noticeably stopped when meeting their soulmate, and only a handful of those bore the white hair and scars. And that man hadn’t had either of those when he saw him. So maybe it was a coincidence. 

But regardless of whether that man was his soulmate or not, he still had to go into work.

Someone was gonna die. Maybe even him. He really didn’t want to go into work.  

“What do you know about soulmates?”

Shion was surprised that the words coming out of the barista’s mouth - whose name he still didn’t know, because a rat drawing didn’t actually constitute a name - weren’t something like ‘What can I get you’ or ‘If you talk to me while I’m reading I’ll stab you.’ And given how angry he looked when asking the question… well Shion felt like he might get stabbed.

“Not much. Only that there’s no scientific basis for it, as we only have anecdotal evidence that supports the theory that time seems to stop when you touch them the first time. And since there’s no way of knowing when you touch someone the first time that they’ll be your soulmate, it’s nearly impossible to set up a controlled experiment.” 

The barista nodded, but the frown deepened and his brow furrowed. “I have people come in every day demanding to touch me to see if their time stops for a moment. And I have regulars who swear they felt it when they touched their partner’s skin the first time. And then people like you who don’t believe in soulmates at all.”

Shion cocked his head, a thoughtful look on his face. “I don’t actually not believe in soulmates. And even if I did, after the last couple of days I’ve been having, I think I’d be more inclined to believe in them. I think I’ll believe in a lot more after today.”

“Oh?”

“I… think I’ve been repeating this day. And to be honest, I think you have too. And if I’m wrong, I hope I get to repeat it again so you don’t remember this conversation.”

The barista’s lips drew up and he turned to start on a hot chocolate. Unspiked this time. “No, you’re right. I’ve seen that friend proposition you twice now. I was wondering if there would be a third time and part of me was hoping there would be. It’s the highlight of my day.”

Shion chuckled and handed over his card to pay for the drink. “I’m so glad that my misery brings you joy. I would hate for you to be bored while working. But I don’t think Safu will be here today. I fried my phone when I picked it up this morning, so I never confirmed that we could meet. I came here just in case, but mostly I wanted to talk to you.” He took a sip of his drink and sighed. There’s just something about hot chocolate during Christmastime that just soothes the soul. “So. soulmates. Are they connected to this?”

The barista hesitated for a moment but then nodded his head once. “I think it could be. But first answer one of my questions - what are you hiding under that beanie?”

Shion’s face flushed as he fidgeted with the edge of the hat. “Nothing? I was cold?”

He clearly didn’t buy it.

“Alright fine. So there may have been an…accident last night? I don’t remember for sure but I think I got electrocuted. And when I woke up I…didn’t look the same.”

The barista nodded. “There’s a group of people living on the outskirts of town. They’re an odd group, but one of the men there had gone through something similar. He’d died shortly after meeting his soulmate but hadn’t yet touched her. And he kept repeating the day until he did. Death has a funny way of messing with the soulmate bond. And if I’m right, I’d bet those changes have to do with those red eyes, and your hair is most assuredly white under that beanie of yours. And you have to have some kind of scar somewhere I’m sure”

If Shion had any surprise left in him, the fact that this man could so accurately guess the changes that he’d freaked out about that morning would’ve taken the last of it. He was talking as if it was the most normal thing. And so Shion didn’t say anything, but nodded his head all the same.

The barista came around the counter to stand in front of Shion, who put his hot chocolate on the counter. “If I’m right, then our time will correct itself and we’ll wake up on Christmas Day like nothing ever happened. But I could be wrong, and then you’d have to see who else you met today has memories of you.” He held out his hand with the palm facing up. This man whose name he didn’t even know was putting the choice in his hands. Both figuratively and literally. And that terrified him. But it was also a little exciting. 

Shion started pulling off his gloves. After all, that was part of the reason they were in that mess. If Shion hadn’t worn gloves, then even the slightest brush of their hands would’ve snapped the soulmate bond into space. But no. He just had to be cold enough to take off his gloves.

As their hands met, Shion’s eyes slid closed without his approval. And together they experienced what felt like everything all at once. Happiness, sadness, anxiety, calmness. A fraction of a moment later and the feelings passed. 

The barista’s lips pulled into a smile. He dropped Shion’s hand to reach out, pulling Shion into a heated kiss. Once they broke apart when the sound of clapping echoed through the small cafe. They’d apparently forgotten that they had an audience. “I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“Shion.”

“Nezumi.”

“Oh my god you’re the reason I stayed up far too late that first time!”

“I was sure that my soulmate wouldn’t exist, that they’d be on the total opposite ends of the world and we’d never have the chance to meet them. Which, by the way, you and I will need to talk about the details - the world might have set us up, but I want to make sure we keep a level head. I’d like to try to make this work.”

Nezumi dropped Shion’s hands and shoved them into his pockets. “Yeah, talking would be good. But first we need to figure out how to stop you from dying. As powerful as this phenomenon is, I don’t really feel the need to watch your head be completely separated from its body again.”

“AGAIN?!”

[insufferable-talkstuck]

hihi, dont mean to bother you

I sleep on prospit and the aspect I got from the true zodiac quiz was light. though I dont care which one of these you want to incorporate into the final result. I also dont care about gender exclusive classes.

more about me; personality wise Id say Im a little weird, I often care more about my interests than my friends, of which range from innocent things like sea life and color theory to darker things like human anatomy and horror. I still love my friends, theyre just lower in priority. I am reclusive, but not often willingly, I suffer from fatigue which makes it hard to go outside a lot. though Ive kinda grown used to it that being alone is comforting now.

I think a big part of me is my munchausen syndrome, my life wasnt great, but I often feel like it should have been worse so I get more attention for it even though I KNOW thats not how it works. I WANT to be worse. my therapist chucks everything up to daddy issues when my mother was the one who abused me (my dad wasnt THERE to abuse me) and whenever I try to explain that I feel so unheard. otherwise I often daydream about vile situations to cope with stuff, or just, daydream at all. I get described as in my own head a lot. I like to pretend Im a lot more edgier than I actually am, it creates an imaginary barrier around me and makes me feel safer. in reality Im just an awkward, shy teen who apologizes a lot.

sorry if this is too much xp all of these are things Ive come to terms with so theyre not heavy for me to talk about, dont worry.

Mage of Void

seeing as how the quiz named you a Light player this is probably not what you expected, but to be open with you the quiz *does* have a higher probability of giving out light more than any other aspect, to keep it "realistic" or whatever, I don't like their logic.

i think you're a mage of void because you find comfort in void, being alone in it, just the void and yourself, a small circle of nothingness you can shape to your desires and comfort.

- Seers & Mages -

seers and mages are opposite classes, the same way that thieves and rouges are, to give a more broadly understood example. Seers learn/know their aspect in order to benefit their team; Rose lalonde the seer of light gathers more information about the game mechanics to give her session every chance it has of surviving. Mages on the other hand know their aspect for themselves, not to say they're selfish, they too are important in sessions, there's no class that doesn't play a role, but mages use their information to benefit themselves when playing the game

so im assigning you a Mage and not a seer because of how you use your words, how you describe your personal relationships being a lesser priority.

🌙 also I think you're either a derse dreamer or have a case similar to sollux, having two dream selfs? word-for-word derse players *do* have it rougher.. and by human standards ( i believe it alternates a bit for trolls because of what's considered tough for them ) you do have it. rough.

that's about all I have to say on the matter, if you want to be further convinced here's some sentences within your talk that help my case on assigning you a void player, aka what you just uttered was so void-pilled dude;

‘i am reclusive but not often willingly’

‘being alone is comforting now’

‘it creates an imaginary barrier around me and it makes me feel safer’

[triocat]

Some addendums to that 1st half

• If you were to ask them separately, Tiff would respond with Summer (Referring to the beach) and 02 would go with Winter (i.e. Shiver Star)

• Of course, OF COURSE, her favorite holiday is Halloween because "That's The time I can be myself more openly"

• for those wondering why 02 rooting himself deep into Tiff's psyche would be a problem for him, just remember that he can't really interact with Tiff (due to her being in stasis) so her brain is still thinking pretty clearly, and so, when 02 rooted themselves into her psyche (with said root acting like a second group of nerves as to coordinate in an inconspicuous way), they basically fused himself with her (very still active) brain, making his and her thoughts irreconcilably linked together, making him now the perfect substitute for Tiff's missing consiesness

• for the changes to anatomy, I didn't include yours because, well, you would probably already think of adding them yourself, so it felt a bit redundant, so just so you know, she also has those changes i.e. mini wings, prominent ribs, black-tear-looking "eyelashes", and a scar (though not necessarily in the same place)

• As you probably guessed, she and Meta Knight would tell the townsfolk that these changes were because of the "rogue demon beast" that possessed Tiff and didn't really go away after it got "booted out" (although, she strangely didn't really mind them that much outside of that town meeting)

• Surprisingly, I forgot to mention the fact that they could transform all of her other body parts as well but MAINLY his eyes, mouth, legs, and wings to become something looking almost exactly like possessed!tiff's original design seen here on your Tumblr (weirdly, though, their eyes seem to say heterochromatic, possibly even growing a blue eye instead of just a second red one)

• For the "Chumbrella" (see ranger the warrior's vid if you haven't yet), I think it would be fitting if the hearts were replaced (or, at least, have placed into the middle of them) Miracle Matter's eyes in memoriam (I'll explain the rest of the abilities' changes some other time)

• Honestly, I think It'd be really fitting if her "leitmotif" (or, at least, one of hers) was Aqua Star's theme (referring to both his original dimension and her love for collecting seashells)

• TBH, I may have confused you when I said "old friend" but, to be fair, anything else would have COMPLETELY gave the game away(more than was obvious, of course)

• Not really a typical addendum but I had 2 phrases for different things that I left out (mainly due to lack of time):

1. With the plant tounge, I had the idea to call it an "Uzumak-squito style tounge™" but I decided against due to the sheer fact that explaining it would be really awkward w/o context (srsy, like, word of advice, the context is even more disturbing and not necessarily in a good way)

The second one, however, is about 02's thoughts about himself and how he's basically not supposed to exist

You see, in the book of bill, he described his partner in a specific way that can also apply to 02, with the quote being (paraphrasing here)

"The ego of a king[/god] and the insecurity of a circus freak."

(In my headcanon, Tiff also has this problem (though, not anywhere close to this extreme) for she is the loud and proud voice of reason...that no one really listens to, which would probably be bad for her self-esteem)

^

[zorilleerrant]

So the thing about Levi and Nico is that Grey's Anatomy was trying to be LGBT+ friendly from the beginning, but they didn't always succeed at that. And yet they kept trying, listening to feedback, and improving how they showed things. One of the common complaints is that people treat female queerness as generally nonthreatening, and avoid depicting male queerness at all - I don't think that was necessarily the case with this show, given its primary focus on women's lives, but it was starting to get a little noticeable that there were just no queer men. So they introduced two mlm (and a trans man who isn't relevant to this story) to acknowledge that, you know, queer men can have soap opera drama, too.

The show went through all the beats of a queer story, giving each one depth and making sure to do justice. Levi figures out he likes men, and he's intrigued and excited by this, not horrified, juxtaposing this against his role as an intern: he's growing up and figuring himself out. There's some awkwardness with his family, as he doesn't want to tell them, figuring it might cause tension - and he learns that one of his beloved relatives was queer, that so much of the mentorship he felt was something he didn't understand yet that his family was leaving room for him to discover. And part of his path is falling in love with someone, partially because the hot guy is so comfortable with himself as a queer man.

Now, Nico, on the other hand, is not just discovering himself. There's often a tendency for shows to think that, because this is the first time they're addressing the topic, it should also be the first time the characters figure it out. Grey's Anatomy is consistently pretty good about that, though, and gives us a character who's very comfortable with his sexuality. Even with his arc about hiding from his family, it shows us a character who knows who he is, and doesn't feel guilty about that, and has made a decision for himself that's important to how he relates to his own identity. He's out at work, he has his own queer friend groups, and he's happy to openly be in a relationship. But it's still his story to tell, when and how he wants to tell it. It causes tension between them, just as Levi's coming out caused tension between them.

But, critically, the joy of it is: they're so, so in love. They can't keep their hands off each other. Even when they're upset with each other, even when thinking with their head means denying their heart, even when they have reservations, they desperately want to be together, they want to know each other, they want to see each other's flaws and love them even more than the traits they already loved. They don't have a different, more logical relationship path than anyone else, they don't have one too studded with roadblocks to go down, or one that's free and clear of drama. They have the same messy, intense, maybe ill-advised, intimate relationship as any other characters on the show, because it's the show about epic loves even if you think you know better. So they fall for each other.

ROUND 1: POLL #12

ROUND 1 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Loki Laufeyson/Mobius M. Mobius:

I think this technically will count as having SPOILERS but nothing too big or specific.

For most of the Marvel movies Loki was obsessed with ruling, but in Loki after he meets Mobius that slowly starts to change. He considers what he really wants and starts to become a better person. There is also a parallel to what happened to his brother Thor. Thor went to earth and met a human who helped him change for the better which Loki made fun of him for only to have the same thing happen to him.

Levi Schmitt/Nico Kim:

Gays <3

[shirecorn]

How to Draw and Design Gryphons and Hippogryphs by using photo references of eagles, lions and horses?

Draw everything individually, from multiple angles.

How to draw horses || How I practice anatomy || Gesture drawing

It's like juicing up for a very tasty dream by consuming your favorite genre, characters, settings, etc and hoping your subconscious combines them.

If the final result is your target, and you see your drawing arm as a gun taking aim, then references are your bullets. Fill the chamber with reference unless you want to play roulette.

Your first step in reference gathering is to be specific. Know what you want and stick with it. I searched specifically for African Lion and Gold Eagle. Being specific helps you observe detail more accurately, and it already puts you one step ahead of generic designs.

I'm only going to tackle Lion + Eagle today for simplicity, but you can use this advice to combine two, three, or dozens of animals including horses.

Get your reference, and start practicing. Keep it simple and undetailed, only drawing the essence of the photo, rather than exact position and proportion.

Use action poses to practice! Even though they're more challenging, they will infuse your final result with action as well. Look up things like hunting, fighting, walking, running, landing, etc to get action reference.

Practice most on the creature you're having the hardest time with. That was Lions, for me. I even did a separate page where I studied the structure of their manes, since I wanted that in my griffin design.

Remember: you can trace photos as part of study! This is helpful for correcting proportions and anatomy. Make sure you are tracing mass and bones, not outlines.

Now that you're weapon is loaded with reference, you'll be able to design freehand without copying a photo. This is IDEAL because you won't be slowed down by anatomy. Now what we're here for: Design.

Creature Design Masterpost || Splice Vs Blend

This is going to be yet another visit to Splice vs. Blend technique, so strap in. Here's some guys I drew after I finished studying. No photos needed at this stage because I've eaten them all.

The most common creature design technique is something I call Splicing. You take pieces of animals and graft them onto each other with stitches. Griffins are notorious for this with their bird talons on the front legs and lion paws on the back. That's a creature that was formed through magic, not evolution. This automatically makes your griffin less believable. And probably a bit awkward in the walking department.

So here's a new challenge: Blending. Take bits of each creature and put them in a mixer, letting the ingredients land all over the place and amongst each other. What if we had a lion skull, with an extra-thick bird beak in place of the jaws? What if the lion chin was still there in the form of a tuft of fur? Maybe the tear duct from the lion, and the eyelids of bird? Let's give it lion ears with the furrowed brow so typical of raptors.

It already looks like a new life form, rather than a photoshopped amateur hour of recognizable animals. I could cover it in either feathers or fur and it would still be distinct as a new species. I want the classic lion mane in some form, so I'm taking the shape and turning it into long, fluffy feathers.

Don't stop there! Try identifying what traits make an eagle and eagle, or a lion a lion, and sticking them between each other.

Keep combining! Challenge convention! Add and omit parts and pieces to your heart's content.

Take this practice to all parts of all creatures. Throw new stuff in a blender instead of stitching it together. This especially includes color! You see a lot of spliced markings in novelty griffins, with a specific cat and bird. Artists get stuck on copy-pasting animal patterns because they're afraid the ingredients won't be recognizable, or they're just lost in the sauce of loving tigers they forget to actually have fun with it.

It's still recognizable as tiger and peacock, but much more compelling, wouldn't you say? Go for something unique rather than staying with what feels "safe." There's a million griffin artists out there, but only one You.

[dejwritesarchived]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ poison ⠀ 〳 ⠀ mammon ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) you know you ride it right, i might just die tonight. but you know i'm still coming through baby. i know it's bad for me and you know it tastes so sweet. i think i need your abuse, baby.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy described, fem reader, established relationship (reader and mammon are an on and off again couple), pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc), nipple play, toxic relationship, toxic!reader, reader is a ballet dancer, also besties with asmo whose also a ballet dancer, college au, mentions of bruises, i guess you can say human au, breeding kink, mentions of blood, injured!mammon, street fighter!mammon, mating press, service dom!mammon, inspired by poison by brent faiyaz, wc: 2.3k, minors dni !!

reblogs & comments are highly appreciated. ♡

MAMMON JUST COULDN'T LET YOU GO. He treated you like an addictive drug that he was stuck on. Although you two had broken up months ago, he still found a way back into your life. You knew that that was one risk you would have to take when you decided to indulge in his behavior when you first met him. You somewhat blamed yourself for getting involved with your closest friend Asmo's brother. Even after the breakup, you still saw Mammon's face.

Practicing your turns in the living room of the brothers' inherited house with Asmo, only getting a glance at his battered face as he peeks into the living room really quickly. Or late nights going downstairs to get something to drink and bumping into him. Which always leads to you sneaking back into Asmo's room with Mammon's scent imprinting your skin about an hour later. It wasn't like, you wanted to continue to push the street fighter away, but you had plans.

You had things to do.

The dance industry could replace you in a blink of an eye and you were just getting your rightful flowers now and you refused to get distracted by a heart-jerking thing called love. You would have thought Mammon would understand that considering what he does. He put his body on the line for cash even though one bad hit could cause him to get injured or even dead. He shouldn't have time for love when he should be training as hard as you practiced for ballet.

But he didn't. He still crawled back for some reason. You still remembered staying over after a long night of practicing with Asmo, his words as the two of you were in his room. It wasn't no secret between the brothers about who they were seeing considering the awkwardness of them walking their flings past the dining room during breakfast time.

"I just wish you would put me and my other brothers out of our misery and just get back together with him. His whining ruins my skincare Sunday," Asmo plopped down on his bed.

"I don't have time for relationships or Mammon. I told him that." You responded as you did a quick turn and landed perfectly.

Asmo was staring at his pastel pink-colored nails. “You know you have to explain some things to him really…really…slow…like….this.” His words slowed down like a turtle.

You let out a snicker before you’re plopping down on the floor to stretch your limbs. “Auditions are coming up for The Nut Cracker in three weeks. We need to make sure we get some good roles.”

“AKA the leads?” Asmo eyes went to look at you as you were on the floor.

“Obviously. We made a promise to ourselves at the start of the semester that we were going to make a name for ourselves. Distractions aren’t needed,” You said.

“To you! I need the luxury of having a pretty distraction Y/N,” Asmo responded. “It helps me feel light as a feather.” He lets out a giggle before grabbing his phone to text.

You let out a sigh at his words before standing up, “I’m going to go grab something to drink and a snack, you want anything?”

Your question wasn’t answered due to Asmo instantly answering the phone call. A devious smile on his face before he pressed the phone to his ear. You assumed it just was one of his prettiest flings during the semester. When you exit his room, you walked towards the staircase to go towards the kitchen. The house was quieter than usual for a late Friday night. You assumed that the other brothers were either locked up in their rooms or indulging in something devious during Diavolo's frat parties.

Each step you took the floorboards creaked under you, so anyone that was also in the kitchen would hear someone coming. Which just your luck, you entered the kitchen to be met with Mammon. The streetfighter had his back turned away from you as you slowly walked inside the kitchen. The sound of the microwave started and soon he let out a relaxed sigh as he placed a bag of frozen vegetables on his bruised side. You could smell the familiar scent of the food he was warming up. Your eyebrows knit together as you finally made your presence known in the kitchen. "Beel is going to kick your ass for eating his Thai food."

A terrified yelp escaped Mammon's mouth as he turned around frantically to face you. "Don't sneak up on me like that! How long have you been standing there watching me?"

"Long enough to know you're eating Beel's food. Did you ignore the threat on the container?" You questioned as you looked him up and down.

You now were able to get a full view of his bruised body. The purplish color bruise on his rib cage looked horrendous, more horrendous than the way your feet looked when breaking in new ballet shoes. He had a piece of paper towel shoved up one nostril and a small cut above his eyebrow.

"Sorry, can't hear you over the sound of the microwave." He said jokingly before he's turning around to open the microwave to grab the food.

You rolled your eyes before you're grabbing a bottle of water to drink out of the fridge. You knew you should have just left the conversation right then and there, gone back upstairs to Asmo, and call it a night. However, you still found yourself switching your weight from one foot to another watching him. You knew he felt your gaze when he looked up from the food, "I'm fine if that's what you're wanting to ask?"

"Uh—yeah, glad to know that. But your ribs lookin' fucking horrible," You commented. You could tell he was in pain even though he tried to mask it out with some smirk.

"I'll be good." Mammon shrugged it off so casually.

"You should go to the hospital, it could be serious." You commented.

"Why'd you care so much?" Mammon uttered through mouth fulls of food as he watch you prompt yourself on the counter.

"We're friends.." Your voice trails off slowly. You weren't even sure that was true.

You heard Mammon's snicker before he swallowed his food, "Friends don't fuck like we do, but okay." He commented as he looked at you.

Your face grew hot when you heard him say that. "We don't do that anymore." You said as you took a sip from your water.

"Why though?" Mammon questioned. "It's not like you didn't enjoy it," He answered.

"Because you got attached. I told you not to and you did just that."

You watched as he sipped from the Lemon Lime Gatorade he had in front of him. "Aww come on, you can't use that against me." He said as he looked at you. His body leaned against the marble counter that was in the center of the kitchen.

"Why can't I?" You asked. You watched as he stood up waltzing over the kitchen counter to be close to you. "You know I have important priorities right now, I don't have time for this. So yes, I'm using it against you."

Mammon rolled his eyes at you before he took the space in between your thighs. His fingertips trace alongside your side and down to the inside of your thighs. A dangerous shiver traveled down your spine after he touched you. "You know you're just too addicting. Of course, I was going to get attached."

You could smell the scent of the soap he used to shower with the dash of his Burberry cologne you were a little too familiar with. "Why wouldn't I when you rode me so well on some nights? Sucked me off even better on some mornings before class. I'm sorry, I can't help it." Mammon takes a couple steps back from you.

However, you grabbed a hold of the waistband of the sweatpants he wore tugging him back. He always had this thing where he thought he had control in the slightly odd relationship you two had, but you always were one step ahead. "So, what would it take for you to stop? I'm saying, stop with the texts, the phone calls, everything."

"It's not going to stop pretty girl. You know this because every phone call and text, you answer. You're just as attached as me." Mammon backfired.

Your silence to his comment caused his lips to curl into a smirk. "Cat got your tongue?" He asked as he looked down at you.

"I'm being dead serious Mammon," You responded. Your hand motioned to the two of you, "This has to stop. I have a really important audition coming up and I refuse to let you get into my head for me to mess up," You responded.

You heard the white-haired male in front of you kiss his teeth before he was speaking once again, "How'd you think I feel?" Mammon asked.

"You're a huge distraction in my field of work too. You think I don't think about you before a fuckin' fight?" Mammon asked.

Now, the both of you couldn't help but stand in silence at each other's words. "Just one more time and that's it." was the last words you told Mammon before you were in his room.

Your pajama shorts and tank top are scattered across the floor alongside the sweats and boxers Mammon wore. Your moans hiccuped from the back of your throat as Mammon was thrusting his thick cock inside of you. His hips moved at a rhythmic pace but he let out a low hiss when he felt the abrupt pain near his ribs.

When Mammon lifted up slightly from his face being buried in the crook of your neck, he notice the look of worry that lit up in your eyes. "You okay? We can stop." You said as your hand went up to wipe the white strands of hair out his face.

"I'm okay," He mumbled before he's leaning down to place a kiss on your lips to muffle any concerns about his wellbeing. His hips resuming to pushing forward to feel closer to you. The feeling of your cunt clutching around him caused him to feel dizzy. On a regular evening, he would chalk that up with him just hitting his head on the mat in the octagon-shaped ring one too many times. However, tonight for some reason he felt so drunk for the woman below his bear body.

His lips pressed subtle kisses on your jawline before his face disappeared in the crook of your neck getting a whiff of your scent. Which was now not only mixed with your sweet scent of perfume, but with a hint of the scent of him. "Don't push yourself too hard, I don't want to hurt you." You moaned his ear.

Mammon lifted up, detaching himself from you with a quickness. He pulled himself out of you causing a chill to scatter down your spine. "You're not going to hurt me." He uttered.

You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your folds that glistened with your own slick. Your eyes watched closely as Mammon took his hand to guide his cock up and down your puffy lips. Teasing you bit by bit until you were soaking for him to put it back in. "Mammon, please stop teasin'." She begged.

"Just savoring the moment doll, this is the last time right?" Mammon asked you.

The feeling of his thick mushroom-shaped tip tapping at your throbbing clit caused you to moan. Your hands going up to cup your bite-marked decorated (courtesy of Mammon himself) breasts and toying with your swollen nipples.

The sight Mammon was watching, he could feel his body go through some form of a heatwave. His tanned skin heated up so quickly, that he felt like he was about to cum just by the sight of you. He let his teeth graze at his bruised lip before bottoming down once again inside you. This time hooking his strong arms under your knees in a lewd mating press position. His hips were driven forward so harshly—his wooden headboard was banging against the wall. He hoped that Satan whose room was next to his wasn't home. Just so his brother wouldn't come knocking on the door begging for him to keep it down because frankly, Mammon wasn't going to stop. Actually, he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop until you were a cumming mess below his battered body.

"Fuck—you feel so good baby," Mammon groaned out. His hips propelled forward with each time he felt your cunt pulse around him.

"Mam, please—it's too much," You hiccuped through moans even though your feet were thrown over his shoulders and your hands went down to his waist to halt his movement, you still ached for more. "I'm goin' to—cum."

"You can handle it," Mammon assured as he looked down at you. "I know you're so close for me, let me make you feel good this last time."

You only nodded at his command before your thoughts were clouded with the sweet tune of Mammon's groans. It was wonderful hearing his words of praise. From how much he cared for you to how good you felt around his cock. He was as close to cumming, as you were.

After a couple more strokes, you felt Mammon grip the oak brown headboard above your head. The words of him stating he wanted to savor every moment lingered in your mind as you got an idea. You wrapped your legs around Mammon's waist completely locking him in. You watched as his eyes grew big, but his thrusting did not stop.

"Savor the moment Mammon." You mumbled before you tugged him in a kiss just in time for the two of you to cum. You could feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim, his thrusts growing sloppy as his cum coated his cock with ease before he's pulling out of you slowly.

You felt Mammon's body plop down next to yours, the two of you breathing heavily and enjoying each other's silence.

"Gosh, you're so fucking addicting," Mammon said out loud.

TAGS — @l-ovey @ickyism @hidansdarling @yooniluvbot444 @scholarlogy @kewrai @asmos-pet

[neil-gaiman]

How Did you come up with the first eve in the story about adams wives? I haven’t been able to find anything about her after I read it and I want to know if she’s an actual biblical character or just someone you made

She's from the Midrash. I learned about her as a 12 year old, from my barmitzvah teacher. There was a point in there, long after I'd put her into Sandman, where I was starting to think I'd imagined her, when I ran across her in Robert Graves's Hebrew Myths....

Excerpt from: The Hebrew Myths by Robert Graves and Raphael Patai (New York:  Doubleday, 1964), pp 65-69

Chapter 10: Adam's Helpmeets

(a) Having decided to give Adam a helpmeet lest he should be alone of his kind, God put him into a deep sleep, removed one of his ribs, formed it into a woman, and closed up the wound, Adam awoke and said: 'This being shall be named "Woman", because she has been taken out of man. A man and a woman shall be one flesh.' The title he gave her was Eve, 'the Mother of All Living''. [1]

(b) Some say that God created man and woman in His own image on the Sixth Day, giving them charge over the world; [2]  but that Eve did not yet exist. Now, God had set Adam to name every beast, bird and other living thing. When they passed before him in pairs, male and female, Adam-being already like a twenty-year-old man-felt jealous of their loves, and though he tried coupling with each female in turn, found no satisfaction in the act. He therefore cried: 'Every creature but I has a proper mate', and prayed God would remedy this injustice. [3]

(c) God then formed Lilith, the first woman, just as He had formed Adam, except that He used filth and sediment instead of pure dust. From Adam's union with this demoness, and with another like her named Naamah, Tubal Cain's sister, sprang Asmodeus and innumerable demons that still plague mankind. Many generations later, Lilith and Naamah came to Solomon's judgement seat, disguised as harlots of Jerusalem'. [4]

(d) Adam and Lilith never found peace together; for when he wished to lie with her, she took offence at the recumbent posture he demanded. 'Why must I lie beneath you?' she asked. 'I also was made from dust, and am therefore your equal.' Because Adam tried to compel her obedience by force, Lilith, in a rage, uttered the magic name of God, rose into the air and left him.

Adam complained to God: 'I have been deserted by my helpmeet' God at once sent the angels Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof to fetch Lilith back. They found her beside the Red Sea, a region abounding in lascivious demons, to whom she bore lilim at the rate of more than one hundred a day. 'Return to Adam without delay,' the angels said, `or we will drown you!' Lilith asked: `How can I return to Adam and live like an honest housewife, after my stay beside the Red Sea?? 'It will be death to refuse!' they answered. `How can I die,' Lilith asked again, `when God has ordered me to take charge of all newborn children: boys up to the eighth day of life, that of circumcision; girls up to the twentieth day. None the less, if ever I see your three names or likenesses displayed in an amulet above a newborn child, I promise to spare it.' To this they agreed; but God punished Lilith by making one hundred of her demon children perish daily; [5] and if she could not destroy a human infant, because of the angelic amulet, she would spitefully turn against her own. [6]

(e) Some say that Lilith ruled as queen in Zmargad, and again in Sheba; and was the demoness who destroyed job's sons. [7] Yet she escaped the curse of death which overtook Adam, since they had parted long before the Fall. Lilith and Naamah not only strangle infants but also seduce dreaming men, any one of whom, sleeping alone, may become their victim. [8]

(f) Undismayed by His failure to give Adam a suitable helpmeet, God tried again, and let him watch while he built up a woman's anatomy: using bones, tissues, muscles, blood and glandular secretions, then covering the whole with skin and adding tufts of hair in places. The sight caused Adam such disgust that even when this woman, the First Eve, stood there in her full beauty, he felt an invincible repugnance. God knew that He had failed once more, and took the First Eve away. Where she went, nobody knows for certain. [9]

(g) God tried a third time, and acted more circumspectly. Having taken a rib from Adam's side in his sleep, He formed it into a woman; then plaited her hair and adorned her, like a bride, with twenty-four pieces of jewellery, before waking him. Adam was entranced. [10]

(h) Some say that God created Eve not from Adam's rib, but from a tail ending in a sting which had been part of his body. God cut this off, and the stump-now a useless coccyx-is still carried by Adam's descendants. [11]

(i) Others say that God's original thought had been to create two human beings, male and female; but instead He designed a single one with a male face looking forward, and a female face looking back. Again He changed His mind, removed Adam's backward-looking face, and built a woman's body for it. [12]

(j) Still others hold that Adam was originally created as an androgyne of male and female bodies joined back to back. Since this posture made locomotion difficult, and conversation awkward, God divided the androgyne and gave each half a new rear. These separate beings He placed in Eden, forbidding them to couple. [13]

Notes on sources:

1. Genesis II. 18-25; III. 20.

2. Genesis I. 26-28.

3. Gen. Rab. 17.4; B. Yebamot 632.

4. Yalqut Reubeni ad. Gen. II. 21; IV. 8.

5. Alpha Beta diBen Sira, 47; Gaster, MGWJ, 29 (1880), 553 ff.

6. Num. Rab. 16.25.

7. Targum ad job 1. 15.

8. B. Shabbat 151b; Ginzberg, LJ, V. 147-48.

9. Gen. Rab. 158, 163-64; Mid. Abkir 133, 135; Abot diR. Nathan 24; B. Sanhedrin 39a.

10. Gen. II. 21-22; Gen. Rab. 161.

11. Gen. Rab. 134; B. Erubin 18a.

12. B. Erubin 18a.

13. Gen. Rab. 55; Lev. Rab. 14.1: Abot diR. Nathan 1.8; B. Berakhot 61a; B. Erubin 18a; Tanhuma Tazri'a 1; Yalchut Gen. 20; Tanh. Buber iii.33; Mid. Tehillim 139, 529.

Authors’ Comments on the Myth:

1. The tradition that man's first sexual intercourse was with animals, not women, may be due to the widely spread practice of bestiality among herdsmen of the Middle East, which is still condoned by custom, although figuring three times in the Pentateuch as a capital crime. In the Akkadian Gilgamesh Epic, Enkidu is said to have lived with gazelles and jostled other wild beasts at the watering place, until civilized by Aruru's priestess. Having enjoyed her embraces for six days and seven nights, he wished to rejoin the wild beasts but, to his surprise, they fled from him. Enkidu then knew that he had gained understanding, and the priestess said: 'Thou art wise, Enkidu, like unto a godl'

2. Primeval man was held by the Babylonians to have been androgynous. Thus the Gilgamesh Epic gives Enkidu androgynous features: `the hair of his head like a woman's, with locks that sprout like those of Nisaba, the Grain-goddess.' The Hebrew tradition evidently derives from Greek sources, because both terms used in a Tannaitic midrash to describe the bisexual Adam are Greek: androgynos, 'man-woman', and diprosopon, 'twofaced'. Philo of Alexandria, the Hellenistic philosopher and commentator on the Bible, contemporary with Jesus, held that man was at first bisexual; so did the Gnostics. This belief is clearly borrowed from Plato. Yet the myth of two bodies placed back to back may well have been founded on observation of Siamese twins, which are sometimes joined in this awkward manner. The two-faced Adam appears to be a fancy derived from coins or statues of Janus, the Roman New Year god.

3. Divergences between the Creation myths of Genesis r and n, which allow Lilith to be presumed as Adam's first mate, result from a careless weaving together of an early Judaean and a late priestly tradition. The older version contains the rib incident. Lilith typifies the Anath-worshipping Canaanite women, who were permitted pre-nuptial promiscuity. Time after time the prophets denounced Israelite women for following Canaanite practices; at first, apparently, with the priests' approval-since their habit of dedicating to God the fees thus earned is expressly forbidden in Deuteronomy xxIII. I8. Lilith's flight to the Red Sea recalls the ancient Hebrew view that water attracts demons. 'Tortured and rebellious demons' also found safe harbourage in Egypt. Thus Asmodeus, who had strangled Sarah's first six husbands, fled 'to the uttermost parts of Egypt' (Tobit viii. 3), when Tobias burned the heart and liver of a fish on their wedding night.

4. Lilith's bargain with the angels has its ritual counterpart in an apotropaic rite once performed in many Jewish communities. To protect the newborn child against Lilith-and especially a male, until he could be permanently safeguarded by circumcision-a ring was drawn with natron, or charcoal, on the wall of the birthroom, and inside it were written the words: 'Adam and Eve. Out, Lilith!' Also the names Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof (meanings uncertain) were inscribed on the door. If Lilith nevertheless succeeded in approaching the child and fondling him, he would laugh in his sleep. To avert danger, it was held wise to strike the sleeping child's lips with one finger-whereupon Lilith would vanish.

5. 'Lilith' is usually derived from the Babylonian-Assyrian word lilitu, ,a female demon, or wind-spirit'-one of a triad mentioned in Babylonian spells. But she appears earlier as 'Lillake' on a 2000 B.G. Sumerian tablet from Ur containing the tale of Gilgamesh and the Willow Tree. There she is a demoness dwelling in the trunk of a willow-tree tended by the Goddess Inanna (Anath) on the banks of the Euphrates. Popular Hebrew etymology seems to have derived 'Lilith' from layil, 'night'; and she therefore often appears as a hairy night-monster, as she also does in Arabian folklore. Solomon suspected the Queen of Sheba of being Lilith, because she had hairy legs. His judgement on the two harlots is recorded in I Kings III. 16 ff. According to Isaiah xxxiv. I4-I5, Lilith dwells among the desolate ruins in the Edomite Desert where satyrs (se'ir), reems, pelicans, owls, jackals, ostriches, arrow-snakes and kites keep her company.

6. Lilith's children are called lilim. In the Targum Yerushalmi, the priestly blessing of Numbers vi. 26 becomes: 'The Lord bless thee in all thy doings, and preserve thee from the Lilim!' The fourth-century A.D. commentator Hieronymus identified Lilith with the Greek Lamia, a Libyan queen deserted by Zeus, whom his wife Hera robbed of her children. She took revenge by robbing other women of theirs.

7. The Lamiae, who seduced sleeping men, sucked their blood and ate their flesh, as Lilith and her fellow-demonesses did, were also known as Empusae, 'forcers-in'; or Mormolyceia, 'frightening wolves'; and described as 'Children of Hecate'. A Hellenistic relief shows a naked Lamia straddling a traveller asleep on his back. It is characteristic of civilizations where women are treated as chattels that they must adopt the recumbent posture during intercourse, which Lilith refused. That Greek witches who worshipped Hecate favoured the superior posture, we know from Apuleius; and it occurs in early Sumerian representations of the sexual act, though not in the Hittite. Malinowski writes that Melanesian girls ridicule what they call `the missionary position', which demands that they should lie passive and recumbent.

8. Naamah, 'pleasant', is explained as meaning that 'the demoness sang pleasant songs to idols'. Zmargad suggest smaragdos, the semi-precious aquamarine; and may therefore be her submarine dwelling. A demon named Smaragos occurs in the Homeric Epigrams.

9. Eve's creation by God from Adam's rib-a myth establishing male supremacy and disguising Eve's divinity-lacks parallels in Mediterranean or early Middle-Eastern myth. The story perhaps derives iconotropically from an ancient relief, or painting, which showed the naked Goddess Anath poised in the air, watching her lover Mot murder his twin Aliyan; Mot (mistaken by the mythographer for Yahweh) was driving a curved dagger under Aliyan's fifth rib, not removing a sixth one. The familiar story is helped by a hidden pun on tsela, the Hebrew for 'rib': Eve, though designed to be Adam's helpmeet, proved to be a tsela, a 'stumbling', or 'misfortune'. Eve's formation from Adam's tail is an even more damaging myth; perhaps suggested by the birth of a child with a vestigial tail instead of a coccyx-a not infrequent occurrence.

10. The story of Lilith's escape to the East and of Adam's subsequent marriage to Eve may, however, record an early historical incident: nomad herdsmen, admitted into Lilith's Canaanite queendom as guests (see 16. 1), suddenly seize power and, when the royal household thereupon flees, occupy a second queendom which owes allegiance to the Hittite Goddess Heba.

The meaning of 'Eve' is disputed. Hawwah is explained in Genesis III. 20 as 'mother of all living'; but this may well be a Hebraicized form of the divine name Heba, Hebat, Khebat or Khiba. This goddess, wife of the Hittite Storm-god, is shown riding a lion in a rock-sculpture at Hattusaswhich equates her with Anath-and appears as a form of Ishtar in Hurrian texts. She was worshipped at Jerusalem (see 27. 6). Her Greek name was Hebe, Heracles's goddess-wife.

[dreamcatcherrs]

when you accidentally hurt yourself; mcyt x reader

dream:

it doesn't matter how small the wound is, even if it’s a scratch, clay will pick you up and carry you in a princess hold and onto a counter

probably has a whole first aid kit to help fix you up again, and does so with very gentle touches and small kisses

he was born for this moment

george:

laughs as he helps you onto your feet again, asking you if you're okay so it’s safe to keep laughing

throughout the day, though, he keeps asking you if you're still okay, and trails his fingers over your arm comfortingly whenever he sees you wince from the pain

sapnap:

cradles your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks together so much that you have to tell him that that’s actually more painful than the injury itself

he cleans up the place where you hurt yourself, kissing it better and then watching your favourite movie together

badboyhalo:

immediately rushes over to help you, checking every place on your body to make sure you aren't seriously hurt

treats you for an ice cream to make you feel better, and gives you a whole lecture about being more careful

technoblade:

as he’s helping you with cleaning up your cut, he proceeds to remind you of how ridiculously clumsy you are; “how did you even fall over nothing?”

you pout at him for the rest of the night to get some free cuddles out of him “but I’m hurt, techno :( you have to cuddle me now.”

what can he do but to give in?

wilbur soot:

“awww baby, what happened?”

coos at you a lot, and even though you barely even scraped your knee, he still acts like this is the worst injury you could ever get

cradles your face a lot, even though that’s far from where you hurt yourself💀

jschlatt:

when you land face first onto the ground, schlatt can't help but to laugh loudly at you

he comes to help you when you stand up and… actually look hurt. when he sees that, he takes it seriously immediately; “hey… no no, don’t cry.”

wipes your tears away with his thumb and kisses your forehead, but despite being soft in the moment, he definitely laughs about it later

corpse husband:

“oh no.” he only laughs a little… but then even more when you turn to shoot daggers at him with your eyes

picks you up and sits you on his lap, massaging the place where you hurt yourself since he knew you'd be getting bruises there in no time

offers to buy you your favourite snacks, and honestly, who can turn down that offer?

karl jacobs:

“AHHH what are you doing y/n?! are you trying to send yourself to the hospital?”

he panics so much, for no reason istg; “karl, I’m fine.” “maybe we should actually go to the hospital. just in case!” “honey, I just slammed the door onto my finger. that's all!”

he doesn't calm down before you're cuddled up in his arms

skeppy:

nearly catches you before you fall. well… nearly.

“are you okay???”

lets you lean all of your wait on him when you walk home, and will even carry you if he has to

fundy:

starts peaking frantically in dutch, which really only makes you roll your eyes

“will you stop speaking dutch already, it’s not like I’m dying.”

despite your attitude, he still helps you with checking where you hurt yourself, tenderly pressing onto it

quackity:

“AHAHAHAH Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

laughs for an eternity while he helps you up, ignoring the way you're looking at him as he goes to check where you hurt yourself

speaks to you in spanish to make you forgive him for laughing, cause he knows you love when he does that

punz:

sits you down on a chair and pulls one out to sit in front of you, looking all sweet and ready to take care of you...

and then he pulls up your shirt slightly, just to tease you, resulting in you slapping his shoulder, causing him to laugh; “oh, this wasn't where you hurt yourself?”

… you had hurt your leg -_- he knew exactly what he was doing

awesamdude:

tells you to lean your head back and lay down, while he rushes out to the bathroom to get a roll of toilet paper for your nose bleed

as he stuffs your nose with the toilet paper only moments later, he lectures you not to do that again

“only you could get a nose bleed from opening a pickle jar!”

slimecicle:

watches as you miserably fail to walk on your foot after falling, and bends down, ready for you to jump onto him

gives you a piggy back ride home with no issue (we all know he’s on his  BUFF SLIMECICLE arc) and gives you a nice foot and leg rub

eret:

tilts your face up, so he can study your face very closely for any scratches, knowing you'll be a blushing mess from it

manages to hide his smirk a little when telling you that you look fine, letting his hand linger before walking away from you, going back to what he was doing before

foolish:

“oh my god, baby, are you okay?”

giggles at the whole incident to make you feel less awkward about it, patting your head as he sits you down

gestures for you to give him your hand and rubs smooth circles over your knuckles 

jack manifold:

pulls you into his arms in a hug, stroking your hair comfortingly and sits you down after you damaged your head

“on the bright side, you won't have any less brain cells than before!”

he ends up getting more hurt than you did once you’re done with him😠

tommy:

points and laughs at you, and if in public, he pretends like he doesn't know you, doing the “we irritating” move

obviously he comes over to help you once he’s laughed it off, going soft for you when seeing that you're bleeding

“oh nooo, y/n🥺” tells  you to pog through the pain

tubbo:

uhh I’m pretty sure this man watches grey’s anatomy daily, so he’d be spitting some facts, even unneeded, in your face

oh, you hit your head? he’ll be checking if your pupils are dilated to see if you might have a brain bleed, even though you literally only fell out of bed

ranboo:

when you slammed your head into the cabinet door when looking for some flour, ranboo quickly comes over to you and coos at you like you're a baby

“ohhh what did you do :(?”

cradles your head in his arms and let’s you rest against his chest for a while to soothe the pain

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