#evil men 💖

[necrotalvus]

I gained an interest in gouache and tested it out with Vessel from Sleep Token (who I really want to see when they come to CO next weekend but damn that do be expensive.) He's a little guy- only 6.5 x 5"

[hawkguybarton]

only one issue into marauders so far but i do fuck with this incredibly very much. let kitty brutalize ppl and be a pirate and get fucking hammered. she’s earned it.

[coralinnii]

Hello Coral~~💖💖✨✨ Congrats on your 2.7k Milestone 💐🎂✨ Like many others, I love your villainess au and happy that many people is supporting it ✨✨ For the event request, I have some brain rots about Sebek Silver Malleus being in a friendly culture (maybe theyre visiting Yuu's hometown and its really welcoming like the people from Kalim's Hometown)!! they refer to them as like their family, gifts them foods the very moment they visited, and not bothered that theyre faes since they know theyre just creatures who protects nature~ i think its a nice culture shock for them considering how secluded and proper briar valley is ✨

‧₊˚✧ It Takes a Village‧₊˚✧ 

↳ Getting Culture Shock from Your Hometown

feat: Sebek ❋ Silver ❋ Malleus genre: fluff, note: no pronouns were used for reader, established relationships, set before Book 7 (mostly because I haven’t finished it yet),

A lot of the scenarios are inspired and modeled after my experiences growing up, which is very Southeast Asia-coded. So, I apologise if this is not actually how you envision. Hope you still enjoy, though. 

similar post: Getting Culture Shock from your Friendly Family (Sebek, Silver, Malleus)

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

You’d be absolutely evil if you didn’t even try to warn your uptight boyfriend. I’d love you for that  

Sebek has finally found his match as his own voice gets drowned out by the boisterous market vendors and customers, but he’s more surprised by the forward way everyone seems to address each other. 

“Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m-” 

“Sebek, he’s not really my uncle. We call everyone that.” 

You would have to keep Sebek on tight hold because he’s a gullible green bean. The freshman burns in embarrassment at every “handsome boy” or “strong guy” comment calling out for his attention. He won’t lie, his ego is inflated quite a bit but it’s still strange to hear someone other than you call him that. 

On the other hand, he’s not too sure how to feel when vendors of all ages were calling out to you the same way. You may be used to it but Sebek isn’t, especially if he’s not used to calling you beautiful or cute himself yet. 

But, he could take this as a challenge to improve himself. For every compliment they give, he’ll give you tenfold. This he swears!

To your luck, it seems that the market the two of you were visiting was hosting a mini concert as music and lights filled a well-known open space near the market. 

Visitors and locals young and old surrounded the space, either resting while eating their confections or grooving to the catchy tune of the music blasting through the speakers. 

Then, a particularly famous song began to play, and Sebek flinched as the crowd suddenly burst in excited cheers and laughter, you included. Many women and men jumped to their feet, with some confidently running to the center of the space. You jumped to your feet as they did, but you chose to stand close to your confused boyfriend. 

Sebek’s expression was a comedic masterpiece as he watched you and many others start this synchronized sequence of silly movement, identical to the minor beat. Those who didn’t join were still clapping in unison while joyously laughing. 

What sort of local ritual was this? 

The synchronous dance was short lived, and soon people were divided into those who resumed their previous activity or continued swaying to the melody. 

You fell into the latter category, even reaching to Sebek hoping to persuade him to join you. 

Sebek was shocked and a little offended. He was a man of great honor and pride. He’d rather be caught dead than to devolve himself to this undignified manner of dance, if you could even call it so. No, he would never stoop so low, even if the string lights gave off this tempting glow around you, your soft hand still reaching out to him while you looked at him so lovingly… 

Well, the knight-in-training thought he could allow such exceptions once in a while, especially when you smiled so beautifully when he joined you on the dance floor. 

Don’t let Sebek know, but he became sort of a local online sensation as someone slyly took a video of him smiling so softly at you after putting on such a grumpy persona. 

Every reshare of this video was always paired with the caption, “Scary man turns into puppy for his lover”  

See, you can’t tell if your community is being especially friendly, or maybe it’s just that the beautiful young man next to you is just too irresistible to ignore. 

All the chatty aunties were cooing over Silver and even the laid-back uncles sitting around were praising the cut of Silver’s muscular figure. 

But, you won’t say anything because you just wanted Silver to smile and bask in the well-deserved praises. 

“The locals here are quite friendly to strangers like me, even offering small treats.” 

“Mhm, they sure are.” 

Silver is amazed by the seamless blend of close bonds and community from what he sees. Customers casually chatting with workers as children run around without worries in this homely environment. 

In comparison to them, Silver felt a little inadequate as he couldn’t express himself as openly as the locals do so easily. 

But maybe because they’re so open with everyone, he feels this sense of safety to try. 

“So you’re not from around here, are you?” The kind woman asked the silver-haired man as her fingers deftly package and wrap some snacks you two picked out to share with others back in NRC. 

“No, I’m actually from Briar Valley.” 

“Hmm, that’s the fae kingdom, right?” The woman’s curiosity peaked. “Are you fae, then? I couldn’t tell.” 

“Well no, I’m human. I was adopted by my father who’s from Briar Valley.” 

“Just him? No one else?” The store owner asked without looking at Silver once, instead moving back and forth to get things done behind the counter, but her attention was still locked on him.

“There were a few others I grew up with, but my father was the one who raised me” 

It was only then when the busy woman slowed down a smidge, pausing for a moment before untying the bag that held your snacks. You watched her tossed a few more small packets of snacks near her counter. 

“These are very popular, share them with your father.” She looked sternly into your boyfriend’s iridescent eyes, the first time in a while since you’ve been in the store. “Make sure to visit him, okay?” 

Silver wanted to protest, to correct the misunderstanding. The snacks the two of you picked out already included some for Lilia and he couldn’t possibly ask for more without paying. 

It was up to you to intervene. “Just give up, Silver. You can’t change a woman’s mind.” 

The store owner nodded. “Listen to the smart one. Just take it, I insist.” 

With a sliver of guilt but a lot of warmth, Silver eventually accepted the kind woman’s offering before leaving the establishment. 

What Silver didn’t see however, was you sneaking a few snacks and a drink onto the counter with adequate fare tucked underneath. You shared a look with the store owner before leaving, playfully staring her down to not to refuse your offering. 

The store owner let out a laugh, thinking what a cute couple you were. 

Regardless of wherever he goes, Malleus sticks out like a sore thumb, a very intimidating sore thumb. 

Eyes naturally glance at him with curiosity throughout the market, amazed by the regal figure walking around, like a celebrity strolling around the local areas. 

If your hometown speaks another language, some of the market vendors would tell you not-so sneakily how attractive your lover was while Malleus was none the wiser.

But, as curious as the humans were, they were quick to accept him as is, which shocked the fair-skinned fae. It wasn’t as though he was being avoided or judged, but rather the community took him and his inhuman appearance as typical. Undaunted by anything, the nosy sellers would joke and compliment him like any other walking around here. 

“What a handsome fae you are, you can be a model!” “And tall! He can reach the top of our tent, haha!”

Malleus can tell his horns and ears are eye-catching to say the least, but everyone was quick to grow accustomed to his features, even warning him to watch his head should he bump into anything in this crowded alley. 

“Are those with my features a common prevalence in your homeland?” 

“No, you’re a rarity around here. But that doesn't mean you don’t belong here any less.” 

“Ah, so this is how a beautiful soul is cultivated,” Malleus thought, gazing softly as you and a kind merchant searched around the store for a shirt that could fit the future king.

The day was setting, and you and Malleus decided to rest at a popular park that was famous for its view of the town. You weren’t alone as both locals and visitors filled the space, either resting or making memories with their friends and families. 

Then, you heard a whisper from a timid voice behind the two of you. 

“Um, mister.” You turned around to see some local children looking curiously at Malleus. 

“Are you fae?” The eldest boy spoke first, nervously clutching his jacket. 

When Malleus calmly responded in affirmation, the other children lit up with excited smiles. 

“You’re super tall, taller than my dad!” Another child exclaimed, “Are all fae tall like you?” 

Malleus smirked rather haughtily. “Very few others, fae or otherwise, stand on par to myself.”

”I’m the tallest in my class!” The eldest boy blurted out, even puffing his chest and slightly leaning on his toes. “It’s because I drink my milk everyday. Do you drink milk?” 

You abruptly nudged your lover before intervening. “Yes he does, which is why you need to drink milk and other healthy food to keep growing.” 

A little girl, hidden behind the first two children, spoke out. “How long is your hair? My hair is really long too!” 

She pushed her long braided hair to the front, comparing her neatly combed hair to Malleus’s direction. 

“Your hair is quite long indeed, perhaps matching mine in length at first glance.” Malleus commented back, amused by the children’s competitive nature. 

After sharing all of their thoughts, the curious children finally left when their guardians called them back, waving at the two of you before running out of sight. Now free, Malleus looked to you with curiosity of his own gleaming in his striking green eyes. 

“The offspring of this land are inquisitive as they are fearless,” Malleus smiled in your direction. “I wonder if all children hailed from here shared these traits.” 

Were you like them as a child? 

You picked up on his unspoken question and replied with a cheeky expression. “Wouldn’t you like to know~” 

Would he? Would he like to know if you were the type to run around so carefree and see the world with such interest and curiosity. If your future children would be like those endearing little ones just now…

Yes, he would.

[heartlilith]

Solar Return Chart Observations 💖

Here are some of my observations and opinions on various placements in the Solar Return Chart

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🪽1st House Pluto / Pluto aspecting the Ascendent can bring immense change that year - especially if you have an Aries or Capricorn rising or Mars/Saturn in the 1st house. Scorpio in the 1st house indicates this as well but less intensely (imo). It may will be a painful process but when you look back on it, it'll be so worth it. If you take away anything from reading about this placement, please let it be to trust the process. Trust the process!!!

🪽Speaking of Pluto; wherever Pluto sits in your SR Chart can indicate where you experience the most change that year - it's where you transform.

🪽Vertex in the SR Chart can show you where fated events will take place; Vertex conjunct Venus in the 5th house can indicate dating someone who teaches you a life lesson or this person could be your soulmate.

🪽Vertex is activated in the SR chart when you meet someone with their Sun, Moon, ASC conjunct your Vertex, aka in the same sign/house. These people come into your life to teach you something. Pay attention to the house placement and aspects to see what the lesson could be.

🪽The worst year of my life was last year (2022). I had my 11th house profection year in Scorpio, traditionally ruled by Mars (modern day Pluto). My Mars in my SR Chart was in the 12th house squaring my Sun, Saturn (22 degree) and my MC. It was in a tight conjunction with Uranus and my North Node and my Moon sign was in 0 degrees. That shit sucked, I wouldn't wish that year on my worst enemy.

🪽12th house placements/signs in the Solar Return Chart can show what people say about you behind your back during the year. Sun in the 12th house squaring Jupiter could mean that people think you're overly confident in your abilities or even egotistical. Venus conjunct ASC in the 12th house could indicate that people talk about how charming and friendly you are. Scorpio ruling the 12th house could have people asking questions about you to others or trying to indirectly get to know you. Looking at aspects with this placement can indicate negative talk (square, opposition), positive talk (trine, sextile) or mixed (conjunction).

🪽12th house placements can also indicate "hidden enemies" or people secretly giving you the evil eye and praying on your downfall. Capricorn Mars in the 12th house can indicate older men or male authority figures (most likely in the workplace) wishing you bad luck that year. Sun in Libra in the 12th house could indicate that your female/feminine friends act fake to your face and talk about you behind your back. Sun here can even mean that you yourself are your own worst enemy. Aries in the 12th house could indicate that the people who dislike you take on Martian traits; can become aggressive, loud, or competitive around you. These people are constantly trying to "one up" you. Pay attention to what house the 12th house lord sits in, it can give you clues for who to watch out for; Lord in 3rd house - your siblings, Lord in 8th house - inlaws, Lord in 11th house - your social group and people in your community.

🪽Venus in the 2nd house in your Solar Return can indicate buying a lot gifts for yourself or having a partner that buys them for you (sugar baby energy). Make up, clothes, jewelry, massages, candles, pajamas, skin care, accessories, and good food can be some of the things you get.

🪽Fire Mars in the 1st house can indicate having more energy, coming across as more aggressive, gaining muscles, starting a workout routine, or obtaining prominent scars on the body.

🪽Water Mars in the 1st house can indicate moodiness, gaining the ability to stick up for oneself, an abundance of creative energy, and wearing your heart (and emotions) on your sleeve.

🪽Earth Mars in the 1st house of the SR Chart can indicate gaining patience that year and learning to take your time. It can give you sustained energy and the ability to complete long term projects/goals.

🪽Air Mars in the 1st house: A lot of mental energy that can manifest as anxiety, a lot of great ideas that could be put into motion, the ability to look at situations from a detached point of view and the ability to multitask.

🪽Moon in the 11th house: You could befriend more females this year or be especially comforted by feminine energies.

🪽Jupiter aspecting ASC - indicates a positive year ahead, Jupiter brings luck and abundance to the person's life. Jupiter here can indicate a positive outlook this year and the native could be presented with great opportunities.

🪽Neptune in the 7th house in the SR Chart can make the native more prone to manipulation. They could be the ones manipulating but most likely it's their partners or someone in their one on one connections. Take off the rose colored glasses. If it feels wrong then its probably wrong.

🪽MC Lord in positive aspect to Sun/Jupiter in the Solar Return Chart can bring positive recognition in the workplace, a raise, or a promotion over the coming year.

🪽Neptune square MC can make an individual unsure about their career. They may have a clouded sense of direction and may realize that they want to do something completely different than what they do now. That, or they could have trouble focusing at work and make careless mistakes as a result.

🪽1st House Lord in the houses can also indicate prominent themes for the year and situations that you'll need to face head on. 1st House Lord in 7th house can make you question how your relationships affect you or it could bring the realization that you need to establish clear boundaries in order to find balance. 1st House Lord in the 10th house can indicate that the native's reputation will be in the spotlight and they will put all their energy into their career for the year. Look at your aspects and assess whether you need to proceed with caution.

🪽Mars harshly aspecting 8th House Lord can indicate accidents that can harm you physically. Be careful around Mars ruled things; knives, power tools, motor vehicles, gym equipment, playing contact sports, etc.

🪽1st House Mercury or Mercury aspecting the ASC can make you more talkative for the year and able to soak up information like a sponge.

🪽Moon in harsh aspect to Mars/Neptune/Jupiter can make it hard to focus on things for the year.

🪽Capricorn Rising in the SR Chart can indicate learning a lot of lessons in the year ahead, be patient with this one because it comes with a lot of blockages which can lead to frustration and impatience.

🪽Saturn/Mars ruled profection years are the hardest to go through in my opinion but they bring the most growth.

🪽Pay attention to where your Chiron is placed in the SR Chart. It can bring up old wounds and traumas that can trigger you and throw you off balance. Chiron in the 1st house: Try to maintain a positive outlook this year, journal your experiences and remind yourself of what you're grateful for. Chiron in the 6th house: Take good care of your health and eat nutritious foods. Try to get along with your coworkers and implement self-care in your daily routines. Chiron in the 11th house: Tell your friends what you appreciate about them, don't take disrespect but pick your battles wisely, donate or volunteer to help those in need.

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[jymwahuwu]

I'm speechless… Mihoyo released the recording on CN social media. This is about Aventurine giving you a poetry book and reading poetry to you. He is so romantic! 🥺💖

(That book of poetry is "The Flowers of Evil" by Charles Baudelaire.)

The translation is as follows:

Um? Am I not welcome at Astral Express? Your conductor and the navigator have no objections.

And, I didn't come empty-handed.

Look, this book of poetry. A gift for you.

Haha, I know what you want to say just by looking at your expression.

I never went to school, but it’s not like I didn’t study. Don't you believe me?

Okay, it seems I must read it to you.

Poetry translation (translation I found on the Internet):

The back of my crib was against the library, That gloomy Babel, where novels, science, fabliaux, Everything, Latin ashes and Greek dust, Were mingled. I was no taller than a folio. Two voices used to speak to me. One, sly and firm, Would say: "The Earth's a cake full of sweetness; I can (and then there'd be no end to your pleasure!) Give you an appetite of equal size." And the other: "Come travel in dreams Beyond the possible, beyond the known!" And it would sing like the wind on the strand, That waiting ghost, one knows not whence it comes, That caresses the ear and withal frightens it. I answered you: "Yes! gentle voice!" It's from that time That dates what may be called alas! my wound And my fatality. Behind the scenes Of life's vastness, in the abyss' darkest corner I see distinctly bizarre worlds, And ecstatic victim of my own clairvoyance, I drag along with me, serpents that bite my shoes.

And it's since that time that, like the prophets, I love so tenderly the desert and the sea; That I laugh at funerals and weep at festivals And find a pleasant taste in the most bitter wine; That very often I take facts for lies And that, my eyes raised heavenward, I fall in holes. But the Voice consoles me and it says: "Keep your dreams; Wise men do not have such beautiful ones as fools!"

—William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

I changed some of the wording, but the rest should remain the same. But… what a bitter poem.

If that were you, which voice would you listen to? It's okay, you don't have to rush to answer me.

Well, the book is given to you. I have to go now.

I wish you sweet dreams tonight.

[rayroseu]

groovy source

GODDDDD I LOVE HIS DUALITY SO MUCCCHHHH 😭😭😭😭💚💚💚💝💗💘💕💖💖💖💞💞

I love how his implies that Malleus normal smile looks "sweet enough" He still looks intimidating honestly AHHSHQHS and on groovy HE IS FULL SMILING and yet its way more scary 😂 Its a nice reference to Malleus' Dorm Vignette where Lilia says "What! But youve got such a cute smile! 🥺" when Lilia was so baffled that Malleus was still scary for others despite smiling HSHDHAHA

Arm on chest and the other outstretched.... HE'S DOING A FREQUENT MALEFICENTS POSE AAAAAAHHH😭😭😭💚💚💕💞💕💘💞💘💞💞

i love the fact that he's plotting against Aurora and Philip LOL, And its their ballroom dance scene too!!! Which meant he didnt like their "happy ending" AHSHAHHAA I wonder if he's going to say something about Prince Philip "prince qualities" 😂 I hope his insults dont hold back against Prince Philip 🙌🙌💕💕✨✨✨

(To connect this with Silver Owls 💀💥)

I wonder if theyre going to imply a bit about how audacious Aurora and Philip was to celebrate defeating Maleficent in the film... Just like how shameless it was for Silver Owls to renovate Meleanor's castle right after her death 🥲🥲🥲💔💔💔 I think I'll be killed if he comments about Meleanor just a tiny bit JSBAJJDS

I love the lighting so much!!! And his eyes are glowing too!!! 💚💚😭😭 The purple lighting under the clothes... It feels like he's already casting void magic to plot smth against Philip and Aurora lol That's unlike the other groovies.... I HOPE HE EVIL LAUGHS AUYDUWYRUWDH💖💞💗💘💗💘💗💞✨✨✨

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Wait no his pose actually reminds me of how men curtsy before a dance lol he bows, puts an arm over his torso and outstretch the other.... JWJDJAJS To me, its like hes saying he can be a better dance partner/prince than Prince Philip LMFAOOAOA

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

AKSHSKAHDK RESIDENT EVIL MEN 🥺❤️💕🤍❤️🖤💜💙❤️🧡🩷🩵💚💛💖

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three for One 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: How are these getting longer lol

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me 💞

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

If you thought the darkness was torturous, the light proves to be worse. You look at your surroundings. It’s eerie. A room curated for one. For you.

The white fluffy stool in front of a matching vanity. A picture of a woman in white sitting in a meadow, flowers all around and a stream flowing through the lush field. A vanity painted with flowers, the night tables matching; the bedspread under you similar woven with pansies. The trim at the top of the wall is pink petals on white and a soft rug under the foot of the bed.

It’s all very cute but deranged. You’d love to have all this and more but you’d rather your apartment. If the price is those three men then you’d rather a gutter. Most importantly, you want your dog.

You can’t even make your demands. The walls can’t give you what you want. You doubt your captors will either but you can try. You can wear them down. You can be nice sure, you prefer that, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be your own brand of evil.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. The noise needles in your ears and you hear the mechanism click. You raise your head to watch the door open and the one with the beard enters. Alan, Arnold? Ugh, you don’t care.

He doesn’t break the threshold. He crosses his arms and stares at you. A ripple in his forehead underlines his thoughts.

“I’m going to bring you out but you have to be good,” he says.

You close your eyes and drop your head. You fill your chest and let out a blasting wail. He grunts and stomps to the bed. He grabs your shoulders, shaking you until you nearly swallow your tongue. You bite the tip as he sits you up and you’re forced to face him.

“No, no more of that. Or you don’t get your first present.”

“I don’t want any of your presents,” you sneer.

“This one, I think you do,” he intones, “I’m asking you to give me a chance. Let me show you that this isn’t just for us. This is about you, honey.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” you hiss, “why can’t you just let me go?”

He shakes his head, “it’s too late for that.”

“I won’t behave. I swear, I’m going to scream–” you inhale and he quickly covers your mouth, his other hand coming around the back of your skull. 

He hushes you as his blue eyes darken, “honey, I’m being nice right now, so you need to go along with this. If you don’t…” he pauses and looks over his shoulder, “I don’t know what they’ll do.”

You furrow your brow. Getting out of this room is one step closer to escape. You can be good. For now.

You let the tension leave your body and soften your expression. He senses it and slowly slides his hand away from your mouth. You flick your lashes, putting on your best pout.

“Okay, Alan, I’ll be good,” you avow.

His brow tweaks and his cheek ticks. His nostrils flare as his chest rise and falls, “it’s Andy.”

“Right, I’m sorry, I’m really freaked out,” you show your teeth sheepishly, “that other guy… he hurt me.”

“Which one?” He asks.

“Er… stache guy.”

“I’ll talk to him,” he huffs, “can I untie you?”

“Yeah.”

“No, honey, I’m asking,” he looks you straight in the face, “you’re not going to try anything, right?”

“I can be good,” you squirm, “my wrists hurt.”

“Alright.”

He lays you back and rolls you over. He pulls the tape away from your arms, then your ankles. You think of the trick from the van. You know his weak spot but it’s too soon for that. Timing, it all comes down to the right opportunity.

“Let’s go,” he takes your hand and helps you up.

You get to your feet and let him lead you out. His large hand clings to yours as he pulls you after him like a child. As you go into the hall, you examine every inch of the place. He takes you into the front room, a low din that in any other circumstance would be cozy.

It looks like any other living room. A sectional and an armchair, an artificial fireplace set into the wall, a mantel trimmed in tinsel, a rich carpet spread over the dark hardwood, and shelves of books along with a television mounted to the wall. The tree in the corner stands bare over a red velvet skirt.

“We can decorate the tree tonight and see if Santa leaves anything for tomorrow.”

You hold back a scoff, “um, I know Santa isn’t real.”

He chuckles, “it’s a joke.”

“Is this the surprise?” You deflate. Sounds like work to you. Of course, your apartment is too small for a proper tree but you’re less than excited for a pastime you always longed for.

“No, not the only one,” he lets you go as you tug on your hand. “Honey, we did this all for you.”

You turn on him, “I didn’t ask you too.”

“Hey, hey, why are you acting like this? You’re such a sweet girl.”

You swallow tightly and hear beeping again. Then a clamour that includes a scramble, some scraping and the thump of a door against something else. You try to see past Andy as you feel cold air rush in from outside. You want to race past him but he’d be on you in a moment.

You hear a familiar growl before another voice wafts in from the entryway.

“Ah, he bit me. Again!” One man says.

“You think I’m having fun at the ass end?” The other retorts.

“Woah, oh, shit–”

There’s a duller thump and you hear claws and paws on the floor. Your heart leaps and you look around Alan– Andy as you hear the heavy breaths bounding towards you. 

“Ernie!” You squeal as the Saint Bernard lumbers in, furtively searching before he spots you. “Ernie, my boy. Oh, baby boy.”

He nearly knocks over Andy as he barrels into your arms. You hug him around the neck and inhale the scent of his fur. His collar tinkles and let his warmth ease your fear. You were so worried about him, more than even yourself.

“You said it was a puppy,” the bare-faced man snarls as he shakes his hand.

“I didn’t know…” Andy says.

“He is a puppy,” you insist.

“Who let the pussycat out?” The mustachioed creep asks.

Your eyes shoot darts in his direction and his hand shields his pants, almost instinctively. Ernie drags his large rough tongue up your cheek. He was scared too but now you have each other.

“Surprise,” Andy says, “so now, honey, you’re going to be good, right?”

You look at him and chew your lip. His eyes fall to Ernie and you put your arm in front of the dog. He doesn’t need to put his threat into words.

“Shit, I’m bleeding. That thing got shots?” Scarf asks.

“What about the girl? She got me good,” Mustache snickers.

“No, but maybe I should get checked now,” you snip.

“Woa-ho!” Mr. Caterpillar exclaims, “she’s got a mouth.”

“Honey,” Andy warns, “we’re being good, right?”

You huff and nod.

“So, apologise.”

“What?” You burst out, “he–” You stop and look between all three men. You have Ernie but you’re more worried about him getting hurt than knowing he’d hurt them in an instant. Even then, he has his head low, a steady rumble brewing in him.

“That thing needs to calm down,” the naked faced one whines, still cradling his hand.

“He’s confused,” you defend your son, “okay? And I’m sorry, er, dude, I’m sure you don’t have any communicable diseases.”

“The fuck? Disease– Alright,” the man steps forward, “that’s it. First she bites me, then she kicks me in the dick and now–”

“Lloyd,” Andy puts his hand up, “no. We’re all just getting used to each other. You’re not exactly easy to be around yourself.”

“Fuck that, I’m funny,” the fuzzy lipped man, Lloyd, argues.

“Everyone just quit,” Andy demands, “alright? Did you get the food?”

“Food?” The bare-faced man shrugs out of his jacket, “what food?”

“For the dog? I told you–” Andy begins.

“Ah, shit, knew we forgot something,” Lloyd chuckles, “he’ll be fine. He can eat chicken, can’t he?”

“He has a sensitive tummy,” you say.

“Jesus,” the third man grumbles as he hangs his scarf over his coat. “I’m not going back. It’s late.”

“Can he have rice? Carrots?” Andy suggests.

“I guess, I don’t know if he’ll eat 'em,” you look at Ernie as his deep brown eyes meet yours. You pet his head to keep him calm. He doesn’t like these men any more than you do.

“Fine,” Andy huffs, “go get the decorations,” he orders the others.

“Why don’t you get the decorations?” Lloyd sneers.

“She needs to change,” Andy explains.

“Like we can’t help her,” the other man challenges.

“I don’t often agree with him, but he’s right. We’ll get her changed.”

You grimace as your eyes ping pong at the back and forth of their conversation. This isn’t good. You don’t enjoy being talked about like you’re not there.

“How about I get myself changed?” You offer.

The men turn to you. None of them seem impressed. A sudden peel of thunder fills the room and you look at Ernie. His bark echoes in your ears.

“Shut that thing up,” Lloyd snaps.

“He’s quiet,” you say, “he was just saying the same about you.”

“Really?” He goes to take another step forward and the other man stops him, “Ransom, let me go.”

“I’ll take her, you two go get the decorations,” he says.

Andy frames his hips and sighs, “fine. We all know the plan. Let’s stick to it.”

You want to raise your hand and clarify that you do not, in fact, know the plan but you suspect you’re not a part of the collective. You keep your hand on Ernie and gulp. He nuzzles your hip.

You bend and pet behind his ear, “it’s okay.” It’s not. You move to face him, “sit,” you raise your voice, “stay. I’ll be right back.”

As you stand, the dog obeys. He’s a gentle giant, at least with you. You pat his head and turn away. The men watch you.

“That thing listens?” The one they called Ransom asks.

“He can.”

“Come on,” he beckons you with two fingers, a smirk ghosting on his lips.

“This is bullshit,” Lloyd mutters as Andy approaches him.

“We can keep talking all night,” Andy pats his shoulder, “or get things moving.”

“Whatever,” the man smooths his mustache.

You reluctantly move towards the third man, the one with no personality grown out on his lip or jaw. A baby face if you ever saw one. The way he leers makes you uncomfortable. He smells like Armani.

“Not smiling now, are you?” He says under his breath as he ushers you down the hall.

He points you into that same bedroom. You stop just inside and he shoulders past you with a grumble. You watch him go to the wardrobe and open it. You look between him and the door. You could make it.

You wait a few seconds as he pushes hangers over the bar. You take a step. He doesn’t notice. Another and he’s bitching about colours. You didn’t think men were that picky. You get right in the frame of the door and back out. He looks around the open wardrobe.

“Bye,” you wave and pull the door shut.

You know he’s probably swearing at you but you can’t hear him. You hold onto the handle and hit the little lock icon in the corner of the keypad. The deadbolt rolls into place.

This is it. You edge out to the living room. You don’t see anybody. Ernie sits where you left him, sniffing the air. He sees you and perks up. You wave him over and he lifts his rump, taking careful steps across the room.

You grab his collar and take him with you to the front door. You twist the handle, it doesn’t budge. You flip the lock over it, still nothing. You don’t know what to do. What the hell?

You search around you. The windows are barred, you can’t get out that way. There’s a small box right beside the door. You flip it open to reveal another keypad. Fuck.

“And where are we going, pussy cat?” The question nips your ears as a plastic ornament pings off the wall beside you. You spin and face the mustachioed menace. 

“You know, I just need some fresh air.”

Ernie growls and puts himself between you and the man, keeping the distance with his body. He prowls around, snout low as he paces back and forth. Lloyd steps closer and the dog mirrors him.

“Call that thing off,” he demands.

“Why would I do that?” You challenge.

“Well I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if I made him stop,” he opens and closes his fist.

“You wouldn’t hurt a puppy–”

“I’ll do what needs to be done,” he tilts his head.

“Ernie,” you call the dog, “quiet. Sit.”

The dog lets out a wispy boof but listens. He flops his butt down and glares at the man. You put your hands up and step forward.

“You’re mean. How can you threaten an innocent dog?”

“He drooled on my Jimmy Choo’s,” he says, “come on,” he grabs you by the back of the neck, “let’s go get the dumbass out.”

Ernie barks as you whimper. You flutter your hand at him as Lloyd’s fingertips pinch into your tendons, “Ern, it’s okay, I’m okay. Stay.”

He must hear the panic. He remains, restlessly shifting his front paws. You march beside the man back to the hallway. You reach to touch his arm and he only squeezes harder.

“Shouldn’t blame you for trying,” he says, “but I will.”

[alphabetboyluvr]

bad decisions | jjk - series masterlist

title credit: bad decisions - bts

pairing: bartender!jungkook x female reader | strangers-friends-lovers, fwb

synopsis

it's simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook's ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free. the issue? you've a fear of intimacy. jungkook, a fear of rejection. and you've both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions.

genre / tropes: smut, fluff, a lil angst, bartender!jk, student!jk, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers (?), fwb, deal arrangement, undefined relationship (they're just friends! just besties!!), miscommunication, idiots in love, emotional slow burn, bucket list (a.k.a. the birds) - see read more for warnings & authors note

wordcount: 450k babbbbyyyy (on-going)

soundtrack: official | reader suggestions

start date: 2022.08.06

minors dni // originally posted to wattpad

warnings: reader has a fear of emotional intimacy and uses physical intimacy as a substitute, jungkook has a deep-rooted fear of rejection. lots of drinking, lots of cursing, lots of bad decisions (every chapter includes at least (1)), jk and the oc have different styles of communication (woo miscommunication!!), a lot of past relationship trauma on both sides, jungkook is the sweetest angel baby ever, jin is kinda evil, jimin is a shit shag (and you have to experience it not once but twice!)

smut warnings: oc is a lil bratty, both switchy but jaykay definitely leads <3, fingering, oral (m & f), ass play, a looooot of titty sucking, cock warming, vaginal sex, sex toys (m & f), every position ever created, jaykay has a huge cawk <3, filming, lots of showering together, thigh riding, 69, squirting, panty sniffing (and sucking !), mutual masturbation, motel sex, endless orgasms, like, idek what else to add but there's more!! they just fuck a lot!! not my fault!! blame the birds!!

note from holly: i heard bad decisions once, ONCE, and knew i had to write about whiney jaykay and how fucking him would be a bad decision, but then it spiralled and now im 370k words deep into a fic about origami birds, glitter, and the way jungkook thinks he'll die every time he gets horny. of everything I've ever written it's hands down my favourite set of characters. jungkook is good in a way that he isn't in literally any of my other fics. i think it's my most well-received fic over on wp and it's just v v special to me. i hope u enjoy it!

BAD DECISIONS

key: smut 💖 | holly's fave ✨ | reader fave* 🪩 | bird 🕊 | club 🍇 *as per my wp stats all chapters listed below are available on wp, and will eventually be linked here too.

BD #1 - Purple Starfuckers - 3.5k

🍇 | a disco ball walks into a bar...

BD #2 - Park Jimin - 3.2k

💖 | does it count if you don't finish?

BD #3 - Coffee - 2k

message request from justjk

BD #4 - The Gym - 4.1K

just wanted an excuse to write about gym rat jk tbh

BD #5 - The Bet - 6.6k

🍇🪩 | songs that remind you of the past, blissfully unaware you're laying the foundations of your future

BD #6 - Wishing - 6k

🍇| summer goes by in a technicolour haze

BD #7 - Sex With An Ex - 6k

✨| kim seokjin looks like an angel, loves like lucifer

BD #8 - Washi Tape - 8k

enter stage left: origami birds

BD #9 - White - 6k

✨🕊 | old, leering men at waterparks are gross. jungkook is not.

BD #10 - Blonde - 3.5k

in the wise words of maisie peters, there's nothing more frightening than a woman scorned and a box of bleach

BD #11 - Perry - 5.9k

🕊 | it's totally normal to shower with your friends

BD #12 - An Agreement -7.4k

💖🕊 | jungkook has to leave the room cause he gets way too hard (in a platonic way)

BD #13 - Work of Art - 11.8k

💖 🪩🕊 | you discover mirrors. jungkook discovers tits. learning is fun!

BD #14 - New Rules - 8k

💖 🪩🕊 | jungkook's got nice hands and he knows how to use them

TO BE UPLOADED

BD #15 - Paper Planes

BD #16 - Overindulging

BD #17 - Jeon Jungkook

BD #18 - Cake

BD #19 - Send To All

BD #20 - Park Jimin... Again

BD #21 - Doing The 'Right' Thing

BD #22 - Listening To Jimin

BD #23 - Cherry Picking

BD #24 - Resolutions

BD #25 - January

BD #26 - January, Still

BD #27 - Keeping Quiet

BD #28 - Avoidance

BD #29 - 'Daddy'

BD #30 - Evaluating The Meaning of 'Home'

BD #31 - The Photo Booth

BD #32 - Question...?

BD #33 - Boundaries (Or Lack Thereof)

BD #34 - Speed Dating

BD #35 - Saying 'Please'

BD #36 - Denial

BD #37 - Faking It

BD #38 - Delaying The Inevitable

BD #39 - Rooms

BD #40 - Spinning Bottles

BD #41 - Locked Doors

BD #42 - Hitting Where It Hurts

Wattpad | AO3

[gaybananabread]

Hi!! 💖 I’d absolutely love something for Ramshackle with 12: mischief! Maybe switches Skipp and Stone or lee Skipp and let Stone. They’re both so adorable and I’ve loved seeing your stuff for them. 😊

TickleTober Day 12 - Mischief

~Hey you! I went the switches route; who doesn't love a good tickle fight? I see Stone as a bit of an impulsive drinker; that's kinda where I was going with the start. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Switches: Skipp, Stone

Summary: Skipp decides Stone’s had enough drinks for one day, hiding his only bottle. What starts as an interrogation method becomes an all-out war as the two men lose sight of their objectives, falling into a giggly battle for the ages.

Warnings: mentions of drinking! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Stone sighed as he shook out his bottle, fighting cohesion for the few drops left at the bottom. He felt the smallest drop of liquor land on his tongue, then nothing. The bottle was quickly tossed aside, clattering around as it remained– surprisingly–intact.

Damn, he felt like shit. It had rained the night before, leaving their bedding damp and uncomfortable. That meant he got shitty sleep, probably a cold, and a killer headache. All the cheap booze in Ramshackle wouldn’t be enough to fix that, but it would at least ease the pain.

Speaking of pain, his back was still killing him; the quarter-bottle he’d saved hadn’t been enough. He needed more.

Stone hauled himself up with a groan, ignoring his aching back and head. He was barely even buzzed; damn watered-down bullshit. It was what they could afford to steal, but it still sucked.

Skipp was tuning his mandolin during Stone’s pity party. All that groaning could be heard over any instrument, especially Skipp’s careful plucking. That man really shouldn’t have been drinking so much…

Slipping past Stone, Skipp snuck over to the booze’s hiding place. The last bottle would have to disappear, for his own good.

…

“SKIPP! WHA’ THE FUCK?!”

Oop, yeah, he was pissed. It was worth it, though; he really didn’t need to drink that much.The blonde tried to keep his impish smile at bay as the broody scrap stalked over.

“Where’s my booze?” Stone’s tone was demanding and angry, though he could tell the man didn’t harbor any malice; he just wanted his stuff, which was reasonable.

“I dunno. Did you leave it out in the rain last night? Might’ve gotten washed away.” Was that believable? Skipp kinda felt like that was believable. Unfortunately, Stone thought otherwise.

Before he could run, Stone tackled him to the ground; he cradled the shorter man’s head on the way down, making sure no damage was done. He still straddled Skipp right as they landed; revenge was sweet.

Ten evil, nimble fingers immediately began dancing across Skipp’s lower stomach, making him squeal. “Where is it?”

“S-STOHOHONE! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” Skipp wriggled and squirmed against the cobblestone, a bright smile quickly overtaking his face. He’d never been one to hold back reactions, after all.

“I’ll move if ya tell me, you shithead.” Stone didn’t budge, continuing to scribble around Skipp’s navel. He occasionally wiggled a finger inside, just to hear him squeal.

“I- GYEEEEHEHEHE! IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!” Skipp batted his hands at the man above him, blindly reaching out. His hand managed to squeeze Stone’s hip; the jolt his action received was unexpected, giving him some hope.

“Hey, don’ even think abou’ it. I’ll go for yer- grk!” Stone’s threat got caught in his throat, the blonde’s strong little hands haphazardly squeezing his waist. One of the grump’s tickling hands went to protect himself, the other trying its best to keep on going.

“Y-YOUHUHU’RE AHAS BAHAHAD AS MEHEHEHE!” Taking advantage of Stone’s distraction, Skipp sat up and began really tickling his “opponent.” It was more than a little goofy, but he was doing his best to fight back.

“S-Skihipp! Fuckin’- hehehey!” The man leaned back as his hips were targeted, the buzzing sensation of the tickles lighting up beneath his skin. It seemed that the tables had turned, though it was still unclear who was winning.

They tumbled about, each trying to get the upper hand in the tickle war. Stone did his best to target as many spots as possible, while the blonde went for quality over quantity. He managed to scribble across Stone’s back ribs, pulling a wheeze from the man.

It was all downhill for Stone after that.

“Fuhuck- FUHUHUCK! SKIHIHIP, YOU SHIHIHIT!” Stone stomped his boots against the cobbles, falling back to try and protect himself. He really couldn’t cover the backs of his ribs; it was unfair that they were his worst spot.

“What’s wrong, Stone? Can’t take a taste of your own medicine?” Skipp followed him down, chuckling as the ravenette curled up like a pill bug. It was nice to see him so wrapped up in something; he seemed to have forgotten all about his booze.

“IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA KIHILL YOUHUHU!” Stone tried to kick him away, covering his face with his other hand. He was so embarrassed…

It wasn’t like he didn’t trust Skipp; he just felt so goofy like that, laughing from his core. He could feel the redness in his cheeks, burning vibrantly from all the activity.

“C’mon, buddy, show me your face! Promise I’m not gonna judge. Everyone needs to laugh sometimes.” Skipp gently teased, honestly just trying to get under his skin. He’d started the tickle fight, after all; the blonde was simply finishing it.

Stone was really trying to hold out, but he was slipping. Skipp’s stupidly persistent fingers were tormenting his worst spot, tracing patterns and scratching across each bone to drive him insane. Wheeze after embarrassing wheeze left him, making his head spin.

Finally, he’d had enough.

“O-OHO- wheeze OHOKAHAY! IHI GIHIHIVE!” Stone stomped his boots against the cobbles weakly, tears of mirth pricking in the corners of his eyes. His back and head still ached, but it was…somehow distant. He was far more focused on all the endorphins in his system.

Skipp immediately stopped the tickles when Stone caved, moving to instead hug him close. Their bedding was still soaked, so their clothes and body heat would have to do.

“Uhuhugh…jerk.” Stone groaned, pushing his head into Skipp’s shoulder as he giggled off the phantom sensations. He’d started it, of course, but still felt the need to “insult” the other scrap.

“Oh, shush. You know that was fun.” Skipp smiled as he cuddled closer, sighing from the comforting warmth. It was always nice to cuddle after messing around, especially after tickles.

Stone just grumbled something under his breath, nuzzling into the warmth. He wanted to keep acting obstinate, but… Fuck, cuddles felt good when he was tired and sore. He’d tolerate them, for the time being.

“Mmph…I’m gettin’ you for my booze later,” he mumbled, allowing himself to relax into the embrace.

Skipp just rolled his eyes before burrowing his hands beneath Stone’s coat, getting nice and toasty. Vinnie was missing out.

Goofy days are the best!

[mackjlee9]

kay i'll take advantage of the hyperfixation bc i'm hyperfixated too 😋 this one is quite angsty? Depends on how you wanna do the end bc i'll leave it up to you

u see how in re6 chris asks leon if he will protect ada despite all the damage she did and he says yeah he is? What if instead of chris asking is leon's long term boyfriend since raccoon city?

like reader kinda knows he's still not over ada bc let's say reader went with him to rescue ashley in re4 and well, ada was there and shit.

so with that reader this time KNOWS leon is till not over ada no matter how much time has passed and he feels kinda betrayed bc they had a full ass relationship since raccoon city and it's been YEARS.

ending up to you ofc depending on how interested u are on writing this lmao. bye byee 💖

Ehe- I tried lol

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Maybe spoilers if you haven't played/watched re6?

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n) almost couldn't believe how awful this vacation was turning out to be.

From shooting the president to chasing after Ada herself, Helena could look at him with an apologetic look in her hazel eyes. (M/n) hasn't explicitly told her that he and Leon were dating, just said they were together on a vacation to relax and unwind a bit from their job on the D.S.O, but the situation had become worse than they initially thought.

And now Ada was involved? Well, when wasn't she honestly, that woman seemed to have some sort of GPS on Leon because she always showed up wherever he was, it was rather odd, still, he didn't question it, coincidences were pretty common in this kind of job.

Just look at it this way, they met with Sherry a while ago and now Chris was here too.

The three of them chased after Ada, Leon in front, and (M/n) right behind him, while Helena did her best to keep up behind them, but she was injured and she was struggling to keep up the pace. (M/n) stopped and made sure she was okay, before realizing how far Leon had run already.

"(M/n), go! I'll... I'll be fine, you go after her," she said gently pushing him away, and (M/n) hesitated for a moment, but Helena's reassuring smile helped him make up his mind.

He continued running after Leon, hearing two more foreign voices echo in the building, his eyes observing how Ada was cornered by two BSAA agents and as one of them pulled the trigger, Leon hit the gun away, immediately getting involved in a fight with the man. (M/n) arrived just in time to catch a stumbling Chris and prevent him from falling when Leon kicked his stomach hard enough to make him lose his balance.

Chris groaned from the pain, even when he was kicked over his bulletproof vest, Leon has always been known for having strong legs after all.

"Here," (M/n) mumbled while standing up and helping Chris get up from the ground, hearing him grunt a small 'thank you', all the while still being pointed by Leon with his pistol, "Leon-"

"Shut up," was all the blond said, making him swallow and nod, standing back whilst Chris and Leon started arguing. About Ada, and why she needed to die. (M/n) saw Leon clench his jaw, tightening his hold on the grip of his pistol, his cold blue eyes staring into Chris', "She's a key witness, we need her."

"A witness? She's the one that did all of this!" Chris replied, angry at what Ada had done, and probably at Leon for stopping him earlier.

"No, it wasn't her, it was Simmons, the National Security Advisor," (M/n) looked at them, hearing Helena's stumbling behind them and he helped her stand up. He wasn't sure what he was expecting the outcome of this discussion would be, but something told him he wasn't gonna like it.

"I lost all of my men because of that woman!" Chris yelled as he approached Leon, who kept a firm stance, not even blinking at his outburst.

"And I lost over seventy thousand people, including the president, because of Simmons!" He replied back with the same tone, followed by a deafening silence, the light of a chopper landing on them through the window.

Chris sighed and looked down, shaking his head before staring back at Leon, "She works for Neo-Umbrella, you know what that means?"

(M/n) watched as Leon sighed, "I do."

Glancing back and forth between the two of them, (M/n) took a deep breath, and took a step forward, slightly covering Chris with his body, he doesn't know what made him do it, maintaining eye contact with Leon's blue eyes, that remained cold and serious.

"After all she did to you, to me, to us... You're still gonna protect her, Leon?" The few seconds of silence that followed made his ears ring, the fact that he had to think about it let him know his answer.

Leon's stare hardened, seemingly unfazed by (M/n)'s words, not caring about the pain in his voice.

"I am."

(M/n) released a dry chuckle, turning around and walking away, "I was scared you were gonna say that," he mumbled as he left, finding another way to go downstairs. While he waited for them, he saw a flash of white, soon followed by Ada's body gracefully flying with her grappling hook.

They made eye contact for an instant before she ran away again, like she always did, never deviating from her mission.

He unzipped his pouch, his fingers wrapping around the velvet box, gripping it tightly as tears began gathering in his eyes. (M/n) had planned this vacation perfectly, wanting to make it special and memorable, after all, he and Leon had been in a relationship for 15 years... Or so he thought, because it seemed like he was the naive one who thought that way, when Leon was clearly smitten to Ada, after everything that happened... Everything he had done to make Leon happy...

(M/n) sighed and rubbed his temple before lowering his hand to grab his pistol, but before he could, he hit one of the pouches around his hips, his world freezing and breaking down piece by piece when he realized what he had kept safe there during this whole ordeal.

All of it had been wasted, maybe... Someone else would appreciate all his efforts?

But who? He has never loved anyone other than Leon, and it's not like he could simply move on to someone else, that wouldn't be fair to the other person.

(M/n) observed the black box in his hand, hearing the footsteps of Leon and Helena approaching his position, and he had to dry away the tears that had managed to run down his face, turning toward them with a hint of a smile, putting the box back and closing the zipper again.

"We have to keep going, let's go," he will figure out what to do when all of this is over, but right now, they had a job to do.

[chaoticspeedrun]

saw ur recent post and thought

lets all stereotype the tmnt simps like they’re animals at a zoo together chaotic

[insert funny picture of us staring at the funny ppl in the cage with their desired turtles (i lowkey couldnt find a meme that would suite this 😠😠😠)]

raph simps ; either fiesty gremlins who’ll bite ur toes off if you go near them and spray them with water or sweet little souls who’ll tuck you in bed and give you forehead kisses. both simp types aren’t rare and are commonly found together as a pair, explaining their view on the himbo buff boy raph and how they can either “fix him” or “make him worse”.

leo simps ; traumatized beings, it doesnt matter if you’re a cocky and mean in a loving way or a i’ll do anything you say because you’re so great kind of leo simp, you’re traumatized in some sense, whether it be through fiction or real life. you guys lowkey ENJOYED giving ur oc’s or self inserts loads of angst when it came to the future and movie. man, you guys have so much love for this one turtle his ego is literally thru the roof.

donnie simps ; a true simp. let me guess— you like nerdy men who are also queer as hell, who is also straight as hell at the same time, who is also the type of man you’d expect him to do nice things for you to only throw you under the bus. listen up you simps, i understand that the few of you “down down bad” simps are into that and might sans fangirl your way into this— but let me explain and introduce you into the “ilovehimsomuchiwoulddieforhimandhisbigforehead” simps. you’d be an awesome duo trust.

mikey simps ; now i KNOW you guys got something beneath those precious and fluffy oc and self insert moments. there has gotta be SOME SORT OF EVIL ANGST AND TWISTY MOMENT YOU GOT GOING ON— much more worse than the leo trauma, FARTHER WORSE— teehee you guys got such a cute puppylove selfship going on teehee 😊😊WELL WHABAM!! the moment mikey gets his mystic powers n angsty moment in the movie out comes the freaking angst beast and comfort waves following behind it >:))))

— 🖼️🗝️ (guess whooo 🙃🙃🙃)

Not me looking at the way you signed and going "Who's Keyframe?" I AM HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME FIGURING THIS ONE OUT.

Also, I love psychoanalyzing people💖

In my opinion, from what I have seen at least, most Raph simps I've interacted with are like really sweet and anxious people that REALLY NEED A HUG just like my boy Raph.

The Leo simps, as I said earlier, enjoy bullying him so much- and with that I mean, they're most times the kind of people that tease or bully their crush, but they care so much about him and love adding so much depth to his character.

The Donnie simps I know can't drop the color purple for ONE DANG SECOND, the color is everywhere all the time all at once, they seem very curious and are some of the ones that I see the most active in the fandom.

And Mikey simps are freaking wild, one minute they're the sweetest and the next they're jumping around the walls and scaring you, I love those.

*Sips on coffee, staring at the cages*

Ah yes, what a wonderful and interesting set of specimens.

[minnielvrr]

Day 1: Harvest

Lee: Taehyung Ler: Jimin Word Count: 924

A/N: Yayyy my first BTS fic!!😋 Hope you enjoy~🥰🤗💖

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

The three maknaes sat around the small table, sipping on a herbal tea that Jimin had bought.

They had decided to spend their last Autumn before the military together at a cottage in the countryside.

It had been Taehyung’s idea and he’d rented a place with a small apple orchard in the back too.

After hours of laying around, playing board games and snacking, Tae and Jimin decide to go pick some apples with the promise that Kookie would bake some treats with them.

They left Jungkook to focus on a sketch he’d started on, grabbing woven baskets and heading out.

It was a 5-minute trip and the two men were amazed sight that greeted them.

The orchard was peaceful, the fading light of the sunset casting a warm glow over the rows of apple trees.

As they surveyed the place, the duo figured things would be much more fun if the stakes were upped a notch and decided to make a game of it.

“Whoever picks more of the best apples here wins!” Taehyung announced with a flourish, and Jimin giggled at him.

“What do I win?” He asked, playfully provoking his best friend. Tae levelled him with a challenging look. “The right to tickle the other person for 5 minutes.”

The older’s eyes widened, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He noticed that despite his bold words, Tae was in a similar state.

“Alright, you’re on,” Jimin grinned, already planning his ‘punishment’. Tae was gonna lose this little game of his, one way or another.

The two had been laughing and competing for the last few minutes, their baskets slowly filling up.

But as Tae darted ahead, reaching for a particularly shiny apple, Jimin pounced. “Not so fast!” Jimin laughed, tugging Tae back by the arm.

The younger stumbled and Jimin’s fingers grazed his waist accidentally. That’s when he felt it—Taehyung’s immediate, helpless flinch.

“Oh?” Jimin’s eyes twinkled with newfound mischief. “Ticklish, huh?” Before Tae could defend himself, Jimin’s fingers danced across his waist, sending him into a fit of laughter.

“Ahahahaha nooo! Jihihimin!!” Tae’s voice was frantic, his legs kicking out helplessly as Jimin found the perfect spot.

“Youhuhuhu’re cheheheating!!” But Jimin’s grin only widened, his hands not letting up. “Loser’s gotta pay the price,” he teased.

“Ihihi dihidn’t lohohose yehet!!” Tae protested through sweet giggles, knees buckling. The two ended up on the leaf covered ground, Jimin’s hands never once letting up.

After a brief struggle, he managed to straddle the other, allowing his hands to roam free over his belly and sides.

Tae was sensitive everywhere. It didn’t matter if Jimin’s hands were scribbling his hips or digging into the crevices of his ribs, any and all actions seemed to garner giggles and cackles.

“ohoho myhy gahaHAHAHAD!! nonoNO nohohohot thehehehere!!” Jimin’s fingers had touched a certain spot on Tae’s waist that had the younger’s legs kicking out involuntarily.

Jimin paused for a moment, then pressed his fingers here and there until he found the point that earned him the same reaction.

Tae watched him with wide eyes, laughter spiking in pitch as an evil yet beautiful smile blooms on his friend’s face.

“Did I find good spot Taehyung-ah?” He cooed, one hand now fixing onto the spot while his free hand kept Tae still.

Ticklish sparks lit across his skin as Jimin kept up the attack, leaving him a squirming, blushing mess on the floor. “Ahahahahaha plehehease! Jihihimin! Jihihimihin-ahaha nohoho!!”

Taehyung’s heart raced, torn between laughter and helplessness as Jimin’s fingers grazed over his most ticklish spot.

A mix of embarrassment and joy flushed his cheeks, and he could hardly breathe between his giggles.

As Jimin watched Tae laugh his head off, an idea popped up. He stopped, reaching over to pick up a dry leaf  and shook it free of dirt.

“Think this could tickle you too, my cute ticklish baby?” He mused, pretending to swipe the leaf over Tae’s bare belly , that had been exposed from all his struggling.

“No! Nohoho ihihit’ll tihihickle mehehe!!” Tae pleaded, bright giggles bubbling up despite Jimin not having done anything.

“Really? Let’s test that out shall we?” The older didn’t waste any time, twirling the tool in the air then dipping it straight into Tae’s navel and drilling in.

The leaf was soft, folding immediately, but the edges still poked and dragged on Taehyung’s skin in a way that felt unbearable to the lee.

His back arched and he threw his head back as deep, belly laughs rang through the orchard.

It was beautiful. The sunset, sweet smelling apples and now Tae’s happy laughter and pretty, heart-shaped smile.

“tihihihickles!! IHIT TIHIHCKLES JIHIHIMIN-AHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Jimin kept this up for minutes, moving the leaf around; from Tae’s belly to his sides to his neck and ears, stopping only when Tae’s laughter grew breathless and his squirming became weaker.

“Do you think Kookie could hear you?” The older teased as he helped Tae up onto wobbly feet, brushing away the twigs and leaves stuck to his clothes and hair.

By the time they made it back, both were covered in dirt and laughter, the playful tension still lingering between them.

But as Tae realized the game’s true outcome, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

“I think I won after all,” he whispered, lunging at Jimin just as Jungkook grinned from his spot near the oven.

Their laughter filled the room as the second round unfolded.

It was nice spending time together. They couldn’t wait to bring their hyungs here next year.

please lemme know if there are any typos or mistakes🤗💖

[fiery-emblems]

So, Soren is a character who's all full of "what if?" scenarios, which i'm pretty sure is one of the reasons we all like him so much. And of course the biggest "what if?" is "what is Soren had been raised by his father as the Daein prince??"

I've observed that the most popular take on this is poor abused baby prince just waiting for his knight in shining armor Ike to rescue him.💖💖💖

(That's some good stuff right there)

If I'm being honest though I'm 100% sure that if Ashnard had kept his kid around Soren would have grown up to be EVIL. That's not because I think Soren is evil by nature or evil without Ike or anything, but Ashnard's entire purpose behind marrying a dragon was to try and create a monster so a prince of Daein Soren would likely be....a monster.

So! Design under the cut!

My thinking is, Ashnard's kid would be growing up in an environment of "might is right, the weak are meat" but Soren is not very strong so he likely would have been forced to assert his dominance through cunning and daily acts of cruelty towards other people. Imagine a Black Butler type evil mastermind young master...yikes!

This is a face that says "You peons are beneath me and I better prove it or my father is going to beat me to death". Also he has a knife because Soren deserves to have a knife in every universe.

"But OP!" You're saying "doesn't he look a little too....boyish?" Yes, you're right. Imagine though, that if the little prince is being raised by Ashnard, he's also being raised by Almedha. From her perspective as a dragon it must look as though her little baby is aging rapidly. Much more rapidly than is natural to her. So I figure she would end up coddling him to an extreme degree and trying to keep him as baby for as long as possible. Normal Soren makes an effort to appear older than he is, in this scenario it would be the opposite.

Last note on hairstyle: I feel like the long hair is tied to his background as a mage, and I don't remember there being many Daein men with long hair (That seems more like a Laguz thing ironically) so I decided to do the short hair.

TLDR: If Soren had been raised by his parents you would probably end up with a bratty, cruel, genius brained, knife wielding maniac. I picture him being that boss you have to fight like 4 times and you hate him because his maps all have extremely difficult gimmicks.

[starleska]

Being honest I don’t care for either show but uhhhhh kinda simping for Rolando and it’s all John Waters fault

YOU!!!!! you are the absolute MONARCH of fandom, because of all the deliriously gorgeous Sexypeople that the Hellaverse has churned out...Rolando is the one who's gotten you. i fucking love that 🙈💖💖💖

we are simply connoisseurs of slimy, evil, awful men. isn't that marvellous 🥰🥰🥰

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

A YO chapter 2 just dropped HAPPY IDES OF MARCH 🔪🔪🔪

I hope you'll love it as much as I do 💖

God help me I haven't slept for 34 hours

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Valentino/Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Characters: Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar

Additional Tags: Angst, Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Recreational Drug Use, Character Study, Light BDSM, Love Confessions, Misscommunication, Demon Sex, Nasty evil men, Power Play, Switch Vox, Switch Valentino, mentions of abuse, Panic Attacks, References to Depression, they are not dating, Vox's backstory, Mental Breakdown, they are in love your honor, Valentino tries his best, He's still a bastard tho, Weird saliva and smoke stuff, Valentino & Velvet & Vox Friendship (Hazbin Hotel), Vox is Bad at Feelings (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino is okay at feelings?, Velvette needs a break, They Are In Hell For A Reason, Trauma, No beta we die like Adam, Alastor & Valentino relationship, Alastor is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Blood Kink, Erotic Electrostimulation

Summary:

The difference between poison and medicine is in the dose.

How close Vox can get to Valentino before it kills him?