#forgive how wild my ramblings are

[merakiui]

thinking about fwb fics and even though i already wrote one for floyd (omegaverse fwb) i'd like to write one that's more fleshed out (like contractual codependency and tmdg).

azul's fwb was contractual and done out of a need for something (reader needed more resources for keeping ramshackle in good shape and azul wanted a convenient cover so drugging her with love potion would be seamless).

jade's fwb is defined by "you're not him, but you look like him and so it will do." he benefits from it because he gets to spend time with you and he uses your love for floyd to his advantage to get you to do things you'd never do with him.

for floyd's fwb fic i'm thinking,,,, ex-boyfriend floyd who becomes your rebound after your most recent (now ended) relationship with [insert twst character here]. part of me wants to make it jade for sibling rivalry antics, but then i also like the idea of it being someone from the basketball club. maybe you've dated everyone in the basketball club (everyone: jamil, ace, floyd) and you're back to who you began with initially: floyd. maybe you agree casual sex is fine because neither of you have feelings for the other, right? floyd's just in it to have fun and so are you. there's some sort of yandere to be found here... ;;;;; but then i love cheesy and fluffy romances. orz it is my greatest weakness, as is an angst-tinged romance.

i need to write floyd slowly realizing it's not just the horny grip that has him acting so goofy. he's genuinely in love with you and those feelings have stayed with him even after the two of you first broke up. i need him to realize the reason he gets so angry whenever he thinks about you with anyone else is because he's jealous and wants you all to himself; because he loves you and the thought of you being apart from him makes him shrivel with discomfort. i need him to be conflicted about the fwb because by mer standards the two of you would have been a mated pair already (because recurring fwb isn't a very common relationship dynamic in the sea. at least, not in the waters he's from).

i need him to know all of your favorites without faltering because when floyd likes something he commits it to memory and he really likes you. i need jamil and ace to be rooting for him in their own ways and maybe the lot of you can still be healthy friends despite being exes. :D i need azul and jade to scheme and push you closer to floyd so you can be more than his fuck buddy. maybe a little "kiss the eel" mischief in the mostro lounge. >:)

OHHHHHHH. perhaps that's it!!!!! azul's fwb was "no saying i love you." jade's is "don't let floyd find out we're doing this." and so maybe floyd's is all about no kissing because kissing makes it too real (in reader's opinion). the idea of floyd, who is so physical with his affections, having to withhold kisses (on the lips).......... aaaaaaaa he's going to go crazy...

but most of all, i want to write floyd fucking you in mer form because he never got the chance when the two of you were first dating because maybe he was worried he'd do something silly like admit his true feelings (also another thing he never got to tell you when you were dating). :O hmmmm,,,,, floyd wrestling with being "that silly guy who you sleep with every now and then" and actually wanting to be "that silly guy who is your forever and always." yummy!!!!!! he's so in love, but he's struggling to open up with raw, real feelings because he's so used to just being a goofy guy who never shows those sides of himself and he's not used to feeling vulnerable and and and and AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

i will file these ramblings away for potential future fics hehehehe.

[hearts401]

nobody does plot holes quite like pokemon

[marietheran-archived]

holocaust denial is just so wild to me. like maybe it's possible in the us, but to me, as a polish person, it's just inconceivable that I might try to deny it. I guess it's because, while jews were targeted far far more, my own people also faced horrors and masses of them also died in concentration camps... our history is much too entwined with it for us to deny it... (and then half the jewish victims of ww2 are also counted among the polish ones)...

but then the world is not so big nowdays as to make it possible to deny something like that without a huge amount of willful suppression of truth even if the something happens on another continent...

[syncrovoid-presents]

Nothing to ask, just wishing you a good recovery and am glad your surgery went well! Take your time and don't worry if you can't get chapters out as planned, we will continue to wait patiently <3 Consequences is (in my humble opinion, though I think it's shared by a lot of folks) one of the best WH fics on Archive rn. It's got a really nicely developed story where all sorts of things are being hinted at, which is very exciting. Anywho, have a nice day!

Aa thank you so much for your kind words!! You are so Sweet <3<3 and you won't have to wait much longer now, I'm currently editing and Ciphering the chapter and then it shall be ready to post!! (tonight if I can!)

I am honoured to hear that about tCoIF, it is so amazing that people are reading and liking my Silly Fanfic! Thank you for sticking around and I hope you like where the next chapter will take You @:D

Have a lovely day/night!! @:)

[arolesbianism]

Bro I'm losing my god damn mind and I haven't even messed around with the new gameplay shit like at all. Ive spent the past like 5 hours just reading and looking at shit I haven't even played the damn video game

[starfallen-sloth]

Yall ever hear the wildest shit that you have to have a 10 minute laughing fit

[the-phantom-peach]

i love ur links meet designs so much!!!!! i have some questions about them tho

so how does wild sign since he lost an arm? does he use a modified version of sign? did raurus arm decompose after totk ended? did it just disappear? does his zelda have any draconic features left over?

what minish/wolf features do twilight and mini have? i havent played minish cap yet but i think the minish are really neat!!!

sorry for all the questions lol i have been rotating these guys in my brain for like a week

Thank you so much! And no, don’t be sorry! I get really excited to answer questions on these guys haha ><"

I am a yapper so please forgive my long ramblings below:

and to answer your question about zelda, yes but I’m not sure how I wanna implement that yet ;;

And for my little half-creatures<3:

Thank you so much for your questions! these are fun and I’m glad I get a chance to blab about them ^^

[star2fishmeg]

Can I get an ANGST 110 with luke please 🙏

Thank you for requesting <3 - Happy New Year!

ANGST #110 "I'm not jealous, fuck off."

📞 dialling…

Hand gripped around his wrist, y/n dragged Luke into Nico’s empty kitchen, the bright lights in stark contrast with the disco lights in the living room. He didn’t protest, he followed like a dog to the furthest corner away from the doorway. 

“Angel, I’m sorry-” he began, nerves choking him, but he deserved it. He knew he deserved her irritation, the fire two seconds away from tearing through him.

They stopped and she spun around to face him, dropping his wrist and she folded her arms over her chest with a wild, icy glare in her eyes and eyebrows knitted so deep it surely ached. It was his fault, though. They wouldn’t have been there if Luke had just dropped it but no, he couldn’t. Luke ran his hand over his face, glancing at the ceiling before back to her and he sighed. Deeply.

“-What are you sorry for? Do you even know why you’re apologising? Or are you just saying that, so I’ll forgive you and move on?” she snapped, trying to keep her voice low. Her heart thundered in her chest, practically feeling adrenaline surge through every individual vein as angry heat prickled up her neck. 

He almost winced when the sharpness of her tone left her mouth. Y/n never raised her voice at him, no matter how many times his career got in the way of plans or their lives. His stomach twisted in a way he could only describe as a thorn in his side prodding at him, a tightness in his chest and regrettably, he raised his voice back, “He was flirting with you, I know how guys flirt, y/n! I flirted with you. Excuse me for showing him that you’re in a relationship but he clearly couldn’t see the necklace with my initial on.”

‘May Nico Hischier sleep with cold pillows for making the music loud enough to muffle out voices.’ That’s what they thought as they exhaled in unison, y/n pinching her nose bridge before pointing at his chest firmly, but not touching him. It was his fault and only his, deep down he knew that but the pride that he wore like a crown refused to let him accept that. All it took for his instincts to kick off was another guy and y/n to click instantly, easily, laughing and flowing through conversation as if they’d been longtime friends. Then Luke intervened, and suddenly eyes were closing in on them.

“I don’t need you to do that! I would have rejected him anyway, Luke.” She exasperated. Luke’s scowl deepened, but his heart ached. “I didn’t need you to be a diva about it. I don’t know why you think I’d accept his advances; did you really think I leave you like that?”

“Was not a diva,” he pouted slightly, scoffing, “and no. It’s got nothing to do with you! You’re never the problem-”

Her face softened, moving her weight onto one hip and lips pulled into a smirk. The way he pouted, his eyes shifting to the side and how the aggression in his tone had fallen into a sulk, almost, a snarky sulk.

She interrupted him, “-Lu, are you jealous?” 

“I’m not jealous, fuck off. Why would I be jealous of him? My curls are way better than his and he’s not even that tall or whatever. Bet he couldn’t make you genuinely laugh even if he tried.” Luke rambled, the snark in his voice slowly fading the more the words tumbled from his mouth and the insecurity he tried to swallow rang through her ears loud and clear. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried to push something back, soldier through his feelings.

“Oh, Lu, c’mere.” Y/n opened her arms and wrapped them around his waist, pressing her ear to his chest and gradually, ire seeped out and vanished into thin air, the security of his arms around her body replacing it with the love that belonged there. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, my love. I’m all yours and I love you. What’s really the matter?”

He exhaled, body getting that floaty feeling once back in her arms again and the anger gone. He sniffed, holding her tight to his chest and voice quiet and rumbly, “I love you too. I don’t know, I’ve never felt this way and I…I don’t know, got scared that you’d leave me for someone better because you deserve the best. Saw how easily you were talking and wished that was how we were in the beginning, but I was such an awkward dumbass. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for being a dick.”

“You were my awkward dumbass, though. I don’t want anyone but you, okay? There’s no-one better than my Loverboy and his cute smile and curls that are way better than anyone else’s. So, thank you for apologising.” 

A slight movement caught the corner of Luke’s eye. The cause for his little green demon to make a fool of not only himself, but y/n too. Pulling back slightly, he dipped down to her level, pressing his lips to y/n’s tenderly with his hand sliding to cup her cheek - his other situated on her waist and thumb rubbing the fabric of her top. He kissed her slowly, passionately and little sparks of excitement tingled to her chest and down to her stomach, hands gliding down his waist to his hips, where fingers hooked around his beltloops to tug him closer.  

“Hey, y/n, they’re playing beer pong and- oh shit, my bad.” The guy from earlier stumbled in, eyes widening at the sight and he awkwardly backed away. 

“You saw him coming, didn’t you?” she mumbled into Luke’s lips, only to receive a grin as his answer, “Oh my God, you’re such a dumbass. C’mere.”

[hencheri]

18+ mdni.

pairing: toxic ex bf!ten x fem!reader

warnings: ten is super manipulative, he's mean too, mention of harassment, toxic relationship, dubcon-ish.

wc: 1.6k

your phone is ringing again. the melody echoes in the room, breaking the heavy silence that was once installed in your kitchen. your phone vibrates on the marble counter as you look down at it, the familiar number showing up on the screen. 

you gulp down, letting it ring until the call eventually ends. you get notified of a new message on your voicemail and you reluctantly pick up your phone. 

you have 10 missed calls and 4 messages on your voicemail from the same exact number.

it’s been like this every night since your breakup with your ex-boyfriend, ten. it was 6 months ago, but he hasn’t accepted the fact you’re not together anymore. at least that’s what you think with what his messages say.

he wasn’t as insistent in the beginning, he was playing the sad and apologetic boyfriend card, telling you how much he regrets the way he was treating you and that he wishes for a second chance. you didn’t give him one, of course.

well, not exactly. 

you used to answer his calls and entertain the idea of forgiving him. you were wrong for that, you now realize, but ten has always been so convincing, and with how soft-spoken he is, everything he said seemed trustworthy. 

after letting him in your apartment a couple of times, after letting him touch you and kiss you, but as the night always ended horribly with tears in your eyes and insults thrown at you, you gave up and never answered his calls again. you were done with him — officially. 

you decide to listen to his most recent message, putting your phone to your ear. you start to anxiously bite down on your bottom lip, pacing around in your kitchen.

“answer me, please. i’m outside, just let me in. we have to talk, baby, you know we have to…” 

you rush to the window in your living room, pulling the curtains aside to look down where ten should be if he was really outside, but he’s not. did someone let him in?

when it’s the end of his message you click on another one, bringing your phone to your ear. 

“i’m doing the most for you, you know? and that’s how you treat me? ignoring my calls, throwing my letters in the trash, making me wait here little an idiot…” you listen to his rambles, walking to your front door. “remember those flowers you found outside your door? they weren’t from that little brat… what’s his name again?” he pauses for a short moment. “yeah, yangyang… they weren’t from him, baby. it was my gift.”

“nobody will do what i do for you. you know why? ‘cause you’re just a seeking attention whore, and men don’t like that. you should know by now that i’m the only one generous enough to put up with you.”

you hear the beep that signals the end of the message and you look at your phone, defeated, eyes welling up in tears. he knows where to hit. he knows where it hurts. 

you unlock your front door and step outside, going to check around for ten. you lean over the railing, glancing down, but he isn’t there either. maybe he left and didn’t get in the building like you thought?

“so, you finally decided to show up?” 

you turn around, startled by ten. you breathe out, calming yourself down, even though your heart races faster. 

his black hair hides his forehead, some wild strands peeking out in every direction. his white shirt is also unbuttoned all the way down, showing his tank-top of the same colour underneath. 

“ten…” you call his name, unsure of what he’s going to do — of what he’s planned to do. 

he can see the clear tears in your eyes, looking oh so desperate. he still has you trapped in his weebs, he knows it. you’re still affected by his words, by what he thinks of you. you’re so weak, but that’s why he likes you. you’re so easy to manipulate.

“let’s get inside, yeah?” he proposes, but you know you don’t have a say in it. 

you let him in after you, closing the door and looking at him anxiously. ten checks out your apartment, noting that it hasn’t changed since the last time he was here. everything is the same, it’s like you’re unconsciously afraid of change. 

you stand there, tears threatening to fall, but you wipe them off quickly before ten can say anything about it. you take a huge breath, “did you mean it?” you ask, and he turns around, facing you. “your message,” you specify, “or was it… i don’t know…” a way to hurt me. 

he steps closer to you, passing a hand through his dark hair, and it’s like reviving all those moments you had with ten as your boyfriend, all the good and bad ones. he looks down at you, staring into your eyes, “do you really want to know what i think? is that what you want, baby?”

he gets closer and closer, his face inches away from yours. he only has to lean in a little bit and he’d be able to kiss your lips. 

you think about his words and shake your head as a no, gaze shifting between his eyes and pink lips. what does it mean if he says no? and what if he says yes? it’s simpler if you don’t know. 

you turn your head to the side, cowering in front of your ex-boyfriend’s stare. it’s embarrassing how easily he can trick you. you’re so gullible, it’s pathetic.

he takes a hold of your chin and brings your face back toward him, forcing you to look at him. “tell me one thing, love,” ten begins, his breath fanning across your face and making your eyes flutter, “do you love him?” he asks and his question catches you off guard. “do you love him the same way you did for me?”

you frown, guessing where this is going. he’s trying to make you doubt… and it’s working. you could never love someone as much as you did for ten. as much as you do…

you’re unable to speak, words caught in your throat, but he already knows the answer; of course you don’t. 

“see, that’s what i think… you shouldn’t play with someone’s heart when yours isn’t even available,” he softly says, articulating each word perfectly. “that’s dishonest, baby.”

“you wouldn’t hurt a poor guy like yangyang who thinks he has a chance with you, right? you wouldn’t want that…” he continues, adding more salt to the open wound. 

ten is right. you can’t be with someone else when you’re still not over your ex-boyfriend. but you want to be over him, you wish you could turn the page, finally. you just can’t, though. not when ten is always there. he’ll never leave you.

he’s the only one that could ever love you, anyway.

ten kisses you softly, but he bites into your bottom lip, as if emphasizing on the fact that his love will always come with pain and misery. you accept it nonetheless, and he leans in, making you arch your back as his lips follow yours. 

he’s always chased you, and you’ve always played hard to get, even though your heart is the most accessible thing. nothing hiding it, just out on the outside for ten to take and he of course did it gladly. 

it’s like that even now, pushing on his chest, but he tightens his hold, keeping you secured against him. he brings you away as his mouth explores yours until you feel the counter of the kitchen island hitting you in the lower back, caging you there. 

ten puts his hands on your shoulders and lowers you down to your knees, his fingers finding their spot in your hair. “i know you want it, baby. just take it,” he purrs, pulling your face into his growing bulge as your eyes stare up at him through your eyelashes. 

your mind is fuzzy, you don’t know what to think anymore, but your desires will always have the best out of you. you just can’t help it. you blink a few times, getting the water out of your eyes while reaching out for his zipper. 

you tug down his jeans and boxers, and ten guides your mouth to his erection with a hand behind your head. you oblige, feeling the familiar taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. you gently suck on his tip, going slowly until he pushes your head down on him, taking the entirety of his length inside your mouth. 

“f-fuck,” he moans and grips the side of the counter, your hair still wrapped around his fist. his bangs fall in front of his eyes as he titls down his head and you’re a little relieved to not feel his intense gaze on you anymore. “good girl, that’s it… take all of it.”

despite blinking the tears out of your eyes, they’re fast to come back as you struggle to breathe, ten keeping your head steady in place. he eventually pulls out and you gasp out for air, but he’s rather focused on your glossy lips, a strand of spit connecting them to his tip. 

“so, so pretty. didn’t you miss it, baby? didn’t you miss my cock in your pretty little throat?” he asks in his sultry voice, tempting you to answer yes to everything he says. 

you bob your head and he smiles, something you haven’t seen in a while that inevitably makes your heart flutter.

[quandledlngle69]

･ﾟ★ " DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR ? "

FROM THE BLACK!BUTLER X BLUE!LOCK COLLECTION.

☆ CONTENT: Ness brushing readers hair at her vanity, reader having a short temper with Ness, Ness basically being a dog for reader lol.

☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: Reader having a snobby and bratty personality, Reader having curls, Ness being obsessed with reader and kinda pathetic, slightly suggestive, verbal abuse, degrading, bully tendencies towards Ness by reader, collar pulling, power play, forced close proximity, use of 'good boy' and Ness's first name once.

☆ PAIRING: Lord!Reader x Demon!Butler!Ness.

☆ W.C. 0.7K

In the dead of night, the estate seemed to take on a different rhythm: quiet but with an underlying hum of emptiness. 

It was usually like this after hours, with the occasional howl of a wild animal, or the servants doing hushed late night work. The room slightly dimmed with a deep orange hue, the handful of candles placed one your vanity ever so slowly burning; making the room feel warm and undisturbed. Yet you were an anomaly in the calm atmosphere. You tapped your fingers mindlessly on the wooden desk, yet as time passed, the sound growing louder along with your impatience.

Ness sensed the shameless stare of yours drilling into his skull, yet he let your nasty glare roll right of him, such facial expressions coming from you were like second nature to him. You gazed heavily at him through your lashes, piercing through the man in the reflection of the mirror. He kept his lidded eyes on your hair, savouring the way the silky curls so effortlessly shined in the tangerine tinged light. His movement didn't falter for a second, skilfully undoing any knots with the brush firmly in his other hand.

“Ness,” you practically hissed, your eyes squinting into slits as his hand paused, a loose curl of your locks wrapped around his gloved fingertips. His plum coloured eyes met yours through the mirror, and even your sneer fails to penetrate his sheepish smile for you. “Are all demons this slow? Or is it just you?”

Tension lingered in the air, and a slow beat passed before he responded. “I-I apologise my lady, my mind is wandering off again isn’t it? Forgive me–” 

“I'm not here to listen to you ramble like a self–deprecating whore.” you interrupted with a shooing hand in his face, his lips nervously pressing shut at the blunt gesture. There was a sound familiar to a disappointed sigh that slipped from your lips. Without warning, your manicured hand shot out, grabbing the front inside of his collar and pulling it down firmly, as if he were a disobeying dog with only a collar and leash to his name.

His mulberry hued strands of hair brushed against your cheek from how close his head was to yours. This position had him stooped down to your level, clearly not caring about the awkward stance you put him in as you kept your eyes on his face in the reflection in the mirror. From your peripheral vision, you could see his widened eyes focused on the side of your face. You inwardly thought that if Ness were a human, he would be holding his breath, except you heard nothing but your own breathing. This seemed to aggravate you even more. 

Ness bit his bottom lip, his next words quiet and slow, “yes, My Lady.”

“Good.” Your grip tightened on Ness’s collar, twisting it slightly as you pondered your next question. “Did you arrange that meeting with the head of my jewellery company?”

He swallowed thickly, not daring to move even the slightest from your concrete grip. “Yes–My Lady…” His eyes meeting yours through the mirror, nodding pathetically. “Straight after tea, in your office. Like you asked.”

There were a few moments of unsettling silence, before the harshness from your eyes faded ever so slightly, your lips curving into a small smile. Yet Ness knew it was only from the satisfaction of being told what you wanted to hear.

You hummed slightly. “Good boy. I knew I could count on you.” 

Your hands grasp on his collar relaxed, before letting go completely, leaving a wrinkled mess around his top button. But Ness didn't move from his position. Twisting your upper body, you finally look up at the man, smirking slightly at his expression. Taking advantage of the fact he was perched still, your fingers gingerly attempted to smooth out the creases you caused.

He could feel the warmth of your fingers through his shirt. It made his fingers tremble.

“Make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow, no fooling around. Oh–and do find some Black Tea, our client is a French man.” You mentioned nonchalantly, ignoring Ness’s dilating orbs flickering back and forth on your face as you talked, like he wanted to devour you.

After a moment of silence, you spoke again, eyebrows furrowed. “Did I make myself clear, Alexis?”

“Yes, My Lady.” He replied in a slow whisper, his gloved hand snaking up to securely pause your preoccupied hand, almost too intimately for any butler. His uncanny smile making your skin crawl.

 Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

[the-snail-that-reads]

Please ramble about the Au I’m so curious

Well, since you asked so nicely~

(This isn't proof read. Forgive the incoherence)

I've just been calling this Traveling Companions Au. So basically, Odile meets Siffrin way before the events of the story, not long after the whole Island thing. So, when they're about eleven-ish and she's in her 30s.

And now Odile has this child on her hands who

Can barely communicate. (Going off the assumption that Siffrin was already taught some Vaugardian when he was young since the countries were so close)

Remembers nothing about where their from.

And seemingly just showed up out of the mist.

At this point, Odile has already begun traveling the world. So even if she was in the mood to take a random child in (which, she very much isn't) she isn't in any position to give them a stable home. So, she leaves them at the first orphanage she finds and that's that, isn't it?

Of course not. Because Siffrin just. Keeps. Finding her, having latched onto her like a duckling to the first thing it sees. And eventually she just kind of caves and stops trying to get rid of them. She understands what it's like to feel like you don't belong anywhere, after all.

She's not their mother, never tries to be their mother. She probably just calls them her ward until their old enough to reasonably be called a travel companion. Obviously she cares about him. She just. Never tells him how much she cares about him. In direct words.

And yes, while cute kid Siffrin stuff is all well and good. What I really wanna explore with this AU is how it affects the main story.

Sif grows up with a drier sense of humor. Though puns are still a thing. Odile will never be free from the puns.

Siffrin probably? Learns about her whole Familytale quest, but never pries into the context until the Friendship quests arc.

Self-esteem issues are still a thing, just in a different flavor.

He's definitely a lot more comfortable with making fun of Odile than he is in canon. Though it goes both ways. They've got over a decades worth of dirt on each other.

And if Odile was perceptive before, imagine how much easier to read Siffrin is going to be now? She's known them for like 2/3s of their life she's definitely going to notice somethings going on in most of their loops.

Mirabelle and Isabeau get two party members for the price of one in this AU! And with the way Odile and Siffrin behave around each other they assume they've been traveling together for a while.

One day, Mirabelle actually thinks to ask how long they've known each other. And when Odile casually replies, "oh... fourteen years? Fifteen?" She and Isabeau are baffled because ??? Siffrin's in his mid-20s????

At one point, Mirabelle or Isabeau mentions that Odile must be like a mother to Siffrin, and the absolutely disconcerted look Siffrin gives them in response is enough to make them never bring it up ever again.

So yeahhhhhh those are my rambles. Maybe I'll write a fic about this. Maybe I'll just release this into the wild and let people do what they want with it. Who knows?

[sugaraanddiesel]

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

warnings: religious imagery, drugging, substance abuse, swearing?, manipulation, rafe being toxic as fuck.

"Y/N, up now, you've got service." one of the nurses claps as you get up startled, just for you to drop your head back into your hard pillow in frustration and fatigue. Letting out a boyish groan.

After gathering your thoughts for about a minute or two, you look at the traditional clock on the wall and realise you have only 10 minutes to get ready, unwillingly your body shoots out of bed and into the shower. You put on your oddly revealing uniform and leave your room.

Once you're ready, your small fists tap against the daunting, door. "I'm sorry I'm late father." Your saintly voice interrupts, taking your seat next to a girl that you've seen around.

Rafe's eyes briefly skim over your skimpy attire (as if he didn't design it) and land on your eyes. His eyebrows furrow when he sees you're smirking, again but instead of entertaining your unholy behaviour he just dismisses you.

"As I was saying ladies, when my father passed God had told me, that I have the responsibility to get you all to heaven. All you need to do for me is do as I say because as the father I know what's best for you.."

Whilst watching the man yap about God knows what, You've come to the conclusion that you want him.

Just because you were spoiled in California doesn't mean you've changed now that you're in a new state. You'll do anything to make sure you get what you want.

You raise your head to look at him, You watch as he rambles about genesis and how we should value the life that god has given us but all you can think about is him making you stay behind. Giving you what you've wanted since you got there, his dick.

"Father," You interrupt for the second time, Rafe's head raising from the holy book, " How big are you? "

The small group of young ladies all turn their heads to you in shock, gasps and mutters fill the room.

After a good minute of Rafe looking at you in shock, his face eases as he explains, " We are in church Y/N i expect you to keep those type of questions to yourself " Your eyes playfully squint at him and you tease,

" So in other words it's massive! "

Growing tired of the hypocritical glares you tilt your head to the side and challenge the other women; " Come on, everyone is wondering the same thing! You guys are just too pussy to ask! " Your innocent giggles engulf everybody in the room whilst the pastor fixates on you in utter disbelief. Your vulgar language shocking the whole room.

He clears his throat and declares, "Y/N, step outside for me."

Your giggles die down as you get up and leave not before throwing a frisky wink at the older man. Chuckling to yourself even more as the women in there start to question if you're crazy.

He continues with service, explaining that the women need to follow and praise him to get to heaven.

You wait for half an hour in the plain, cold corridor until you hear your plot say; " Same time next Sunday everyone and don't forget do your daily prayers!" You bite your plump pink lips cheekily at all the women who glance at you in disapproval.

Just as he sends away the last person out the door, his smile falters as it falls on you. You roll your lip from your teeth as you look up at the pastor.

Before he lets his thoughts run too wild, he clenches his defined jaw and nods towards the service room, inviting you in.

" Are you going to explain what just happened."

" There's nothing to explain father, I was just asking a genuine question." You defend yourself.

You prop yourself up on one of the tables right in front of him, your round perky tits bouncing as you sit. Your manicured finger slightly lifts up his chin so that his captivated eyes meet yours again.

He turns around and scratches his buzzed head in guilt and embarrassment, realising that he's wrong for looking at his friend's daughter like that. Sighing.

He drops both of his hands either sides of you on the table, and leans down to whisper, " Look I know exactly what you're playing at and it's going to stop right now."

You pull him in closer by his collar, your noses brushing past each other, and say in the most sultry voice; " I want you father, and believe me, whatever I want, I get."

Your teeth are now dragging his bottom lip as you hold his neck, maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes suddenly turn dark as you push him out of the way and cheer, " See you around father! " your dimples showing as you hop out of the service room. Again leaving the older man hard and ashamed.

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Alone in your room you start to realise how sick Rafe really is, Getting paid to tell young women that struggle with addiction that the only way up is through him.

How can anyone be so oblivious to his scheme? But surely he doesn't just do this for money.

A knock disturbs your thoughts.

" What? " you bellow from the other side of the door.

It's the warden, " Good evening Y/N," she greets, you just stare at her from your bed as she sits on the edge of it after closing your door. " I heard about the 'incedent' earlier," She continues, " I suggest you go and ask for forgiveness from Father Rafe, for your disruptive behaviour."

Even the warden is under his spell, you think to yourself.

" Look, I understand you're not used to this environment but you have to help yourself during this time of your life Y/N, God knows how hard Rafe is trying to get us to heaven, the least we could do is co-operate with him" Her throaty voice starts to piss you off even more, so you simply walk out and go his office room.

You burst in to see one of the patients in his lap,

" I know what you're doing!"

"What are you talking about Y/N, can't you see i'm busy."

"Busy trying to fuck a patient? Are you serious?"

"Watch that mouth of yours little girl, This girl is giving up her life to christ right now."

You stare at the girl whoring herself out in disbelief. Your eyes also catch on to the pills on his desk. Everything starts to add up.

What a sick man.

" You either give you life up to christ too or get out Y/N." He says with a devilish smirk.

But what he didn't realise was that you're just as sick as him.

Before you wanted Rafe, you wanted your pills and would go to any meassures to get that floaty, euphoric feeling you were so dearly familiar with, so you take a bottle of pills from his desk,

" I'll come back at a better time for you Father."

Your sickly smile grows and he watches you turn your back to him as your hips sway out of his door.

You never fail to amaze him.

[mari-lair]

The idea of Kou being Mitsuba's yorishiro is so fun, so full of posibiliities, but for as popular as the theory is, I don't see many people go wild about how it could add to Kou's narrative with Hanako.

The potential is off the charts! I know the manga no longer care about their relationship, but i sure do, so I'll ramble on some of my favorite delusions.

Hanako already has a lot of conflict handling the idea of ripping out Tsukasa's seal, and while I do understand killing him brings out Hanako's trauma from his Amane days, it is clear the main reason he doesn't want to do it is cause he still has affection for his bro and doesn't want to kill him forever. He had been hiding and trying to create some distance from his brother for decades and he still lost the 'I don't care' war.

Kou is someone he only started to distance himself from this year. He hasn't spent much time with Kou, all things considered, but he is already so hopelessly attached. Can he kill Kou to get his dream? I personally don't think so.

I do think he would try something reckless though, maybe try harder to make Kou exorcise him, which would not go well.

If Hanako being unable to destroy Kou is a 'strong feeling, just trust me' kind of deal. Kou is a 'he canonically would not be able to exorcise Hanako, no matter how much he wants to be able to' kind of boy

A confrontation also has a possibility of paralleling this scene, and I would go crazy:

Cause that scene was to make Kou wake up, and notice murder is serious, not easily forgivable.

Kou had a whole arc about grieving and the value of being alive since then. So Kou would not be as naive.

He would understand just how awful the idea of Hanako's goal involving his destruction would be, just as much as how badly exorcising Hanako would affect Nene, and that's one hell of a conflict.

TLDR: this ain't an analysis/prediction or anything, they just make me ill and I go crazy when i think about them

[cream-stew]

cw: size kink, hand kink, horny rambling, body type headcanon for thoma, gn! reader alluded to as being shorter.

i can't stop thinking about big boyfie thoma + size differences. like he's so… tall ❤️ i've always kinda headcanon him as having a bit of a chubby/beefy body type. no defined muscles exactly, like the type of muscles you develop naturally when doing hard labor.

practically towering almost everyone, he's got those big, strong arms and hands, his fingers thick with callouses (i want them around my neck)

with how often he has to carry heavy luggages during work, no doubt he can easily manhandle you with those big paws 😍 pushing and pulling you into all kinds of different positions. what other things you got that's big, bb boy—

he'd be so reluctant to have sex with you at first, because what if he hurts you!! :(( cue sad golden retriever eyes.

but in actuality, the dork has been fantasizing about your first time with him ever since he first laid eyes on you. secretly having a size kink and goes wild whenever he gets reminded of how tiny you are compared to him.

sitting on his lap, all with a coy smile on your face? how dare you 🤨 internally, he'd be fighting for his life. even with something as innocent as holding hands, he'll end up a blushing mess.

i also just love the thought of sweet, innocent-looking guys going absolutely feral on their partners. it's just so 👋👋👋 you know??? (a,, are you seeing the vision, reader. im holding you by the collar of your shirt, im shaking you. can you see it—)

ahsjsks i'd let him decimate my 150cm ass. i have a few more ideas for big boye! thoma and they got me salivating, foaming at the mouth, shaking like a chihuahua. forgive me, cream-stew. expect me to go feral in your inbox a few more times.

also!! how's your health going? hope you're faring well 🥺 —🐾

🔞minors dni

warnings: afab reader, size kink, rough sex, vaginal fingering

// note: bestie I love these asks you are more than encouraged to keep going feral in here (no matter how long it takes me to reply... that's on me bc I'm lazy lol) this is so valid tho I'm kinda short too and size kink is so...🥰🥰

he starts out so soft and slow, stretching your wet pussy with one (1) single fingers, his hands shaking with the effort of restraining himself, not helped at all by the way you desperately beg him to fuck you already... but noooo you're so much smaller than him, the top of your head barely reaches his collarbones, his hands are so big he can completely encircle your ankles, and he thinks there's just no way his huge cock is gonna fit inside you :((

no matter how much you insist he still holds you down on your stomach, one big hand against the small of your back while the other one slowly pumps more fingers past your entrance, leaving so much of your juices gushing out and staining the bedsheets.

he scissors his two fingers before adding a third one, and you whine in frustration: you could already be bouncing on his fat cock but nope, he wants to be gentle :((

you're crying in equal parts pleasure and crumbling self restraint by the time he's done stretching you with four thick fingers and he's trying to replace them with his cock, gripping your hips with both hands and slowly pushing it inside your loose pussy. it's true that it's an incredible stretch but it feels so good!! you start begging again, this time for him to move and fuck you like he means it, and you're lucky this time: he seems unable to keep holding himself back, so yep, he starts pumping in and out of you at a ruthless pace, your poor pussy struggling to let him back in every time he pulls out completely before slamming right back inside. you just know your tummy is bulging out whenever the tip of his cock hits your cervix🥰

at some point, when he pulls out he doesn't push back inside so quickly: he rolls you on your back, manhandling you so easily it makes butterflies flutter in your belly, and hooks your legs on his shoulders, folding you in half. the position feels a lot better already, his cock hitting even deeper, but it's so embarrassing to be reminded of how short you are compared to him, you can't even see his flushed face as he fucks your brains out :((

[tazzomi]

I need to ramble to u about my Wild Life Scott. Waugh

Beloved Creaking hybrid!!!! Since a Creaking's particles lead u to the heart theyre tied to his lead to Jimmy bc im not over those two they r in love trust me

Also he would pls like to b picked up. Perhaps even thrown over Jimmy's shoulder and carried around

YES YES YES ACTUALLY AAAAAAOUGH CUTE

I'm a lover of flower husbands ofc ofc but I also super love the new(old) team and keep thinking of creaking Scott giving each of them a piece of his heart as a literal representation of his trust in them because he loves them so much and they're so found family you know what I'm saying ggg is my most important group ever and I will never forgive double life fandom for making Scott and Pearl enemies as their most common interpretation (half a joke I love double life and their divorce arc but last life they were besties and it HURT TO SEE THE FAN FAV INTERPRETATION) okay now I'm rambling but let it be known I agree and also also am actively drawing Imp and co. with creaking Scott

I'm so sorry I jkust took over this to ramble about galaxy duo tbh I want them to hold each other while scott rants about how hot Jimmy is when he's giant thanks for coming to my ted talk

[arolesbianism]

Oh baby I am getting way to ambitious with my current oni run for someone who's laptop starts screaming anytime it opens steam