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[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. hi guys hope y’all are well

for the next mood for

is it possible to have some more lesbian wangxian? i’ve read everything in the complication and now im a little obsessed

thank you for everything ❤️‍🔥

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck  by covalentbonds (Not rated, 12k, wangxian, modern, rule 63, fluff & humor, mild smut, childhood friends, first meetings, evil vending machines)

End Racism in the OTW by Deastar (M, 2k, wangxian, F/F, modern, ABO, non-traditional ABO dynamics, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, fluff, rule 63)

Line of sight by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 8k, wangxian, F/F, pre-relationship, always different sex au, plucky heroines, misogyny, enemies to friends, WWX has ADHD)

you can always find me here by ScarlettStorm (E, 15k, wangxian, F/F, post-canon, getting together, genderswap, cisswap, trans woman LWJ, cis woman WWX, first time, vaginal fingering, oral sex)

A Heart in Ribbons by Alliandra (E, 8k, wangxian, F/F, gender or sex swap, canon divergence, war lord LWJ, darkish LWJ, powercouple wangxian, dub con, finger fucking, cunnilingus)

smoke gets in your eyes by Hi_Hello_smile (T, <1k, wangxian, F/F, modern, chef WWX, WIP)

Pocket Too Deep for Play by bigamma (E, 57k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Vibrators, Easter Eggs, Sex Toys, Autistic LWJ, Female WWX, Female LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Lacrosse, Christian Themes, Sports Medicine, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Christian Holidays, Easter Egg Hunt, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Bible Quotes (Abrahamic Religions), Cunnilingus)

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2. Hello, I am looking for fics about Lan Zhan being an overprotective father to Lan Sizhui, thank you. @majhe2026

❤️ A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste (M, 12k, zhuiling, wangxian, arranged marriage, combs, courting, awkward teenagers, teenage drama, humor, feelings, fluff, Mojo’s post)

Work in Tandem by MimiSpearmint (E, 23k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ, modern cultivation, single parent LWJ, swordflight instructor WWX, fluff, protective LWJ, getting together, smut)

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3. Hey mods! Are there any fics where LWJ is hurtful towards WWX to protect him (like staying with him is dangerous and so LWJ acts all horrible so that WWX leaves) and then later he has to work to reconcile etc.?

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4. Hello!!

So I'm in the mood for Wei Ying homeless & found fics!! Like Wei Ying has been missing & found years later, or sometime later homeless and brought home. If there is intense trauma even better 🥹 I'm not really sure what to add.

Or even Wei Ying missing & found.

Full of secrets waiting to be revealed!! @spicyramen10969​

(Un)forgettable by Edens_Cat, VividestListi (E, 67k, wangxian, modern, kid fic, misunderstandings, angst w happy ending, teacher WWX, juniors as WWX protection squad, amnesia, protective WQ, protective LSZ, matchmaker LJY, single parent WWX, smut) dont think he's homeless in any of these but wwx has been missing and gets found again in all of them

End Racism on the OTW || Yesterday Once More by Sweetlittlevampire (T, 22k, wangxian, modern, reality show au, Long Lost Family au, adoption, family reunions, lost love, getting back together, family feels, angst w happy ending)

Running Home to Me by songsofthespring (T, 34k, wangxian, Anastasia fusion, royalty au, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, temporary amnesia, medical inaccuraties, JYL & LWJ friendship, everyone lives au)

Where You Fell by Sweet_William (E, 303k, wangxian, 3zun, NHS/JC, JYL/JZX, modern, coffee shop au, angst w happy ending, homeless au, pining, getting together, slow burn, implied/referenced child abuse, suicidal thoughts, self-esteem issues, autistic character, WWX has ADHD, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced sex work, implied/referenced substance abuse)

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5. Hello! I'm in a mood to know what everyone is reading right now!

The Fifth Type of Non-Contact Force by Caixx (Not Rated, 83k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Fluff and Humor, Actually Somewhat Canon, Mutual Pining, Horny Teenagers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Graphic Smut) Such a fun question! I'm rereading this fic, it's one of my fave teen wangxian fics

Caffeine, Small Talk by mistergoblin (E, 144k, WangXian, Modern AU, Friends With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, or more accurately: frenemies to fuckbuddies to lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, touch-starved lwj, Slow Burn, high levels of sexual tension, Misunderstandings, Getting to Know Each Other, Switching, Bottom LWJ, bottom WWX, slight D/s, Happy Ending, side yanqing, lwj's patented horny grip, Sub LWJ) I just found this one and I'm hooked

Going on charmingly by scribbet (T, 21k, WangXian, Teenage LWJ, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR's Disciple, Genius WWX, Petty LWJ, Meddling LXC, Canon Divergence)

Mew Dao Zu Shi by DizziDreams (T, 28k, WangXian, Tokyo Mew Mew AU, High School, Minor Violence, knowledge of Tokyo Mew Mew not required) been keeping a close eye on this Tokyo Mew Mew AU

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6. for the next iitmf, I was wondering if any of our lovely readers wanted to rec a fic that they recently came across that is new and they think is worth a read ? I took a hiatus from all things fandom and now there are a ton of new fics and I don't know where to start! when I say new, I mean in the last 2-3 months. thanks everyone! I love this blog ! ❤️

The Scarlet Lotus  by rainbowninja167 (M, 137k, WangXian, Marriage of Convenience,  Secret Identity, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before  It Gets Better, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical war crimes,  Yunmeng Bros, the mortifying ordeal of getting seduced by your own  husband, nonlinear chronology we die like cql, just kidding nobody dies  in this fic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication) these two are my face recent fics that I think deserve waayyyy more attention!

Mad about the Boy by TriviasFolly (M, 62k, wangxian, 1950s America au, greaser WWX, historical smoking, historical viewpoints, angst, internal struggle, pre-relationship, historical homophobia, sexual awakenings, sexual exploration, self-discorvery journey, self-love journey, gay academia, teenage dramatics)

here's a few I adored that I recently read! Troubled Heart, Cooking With Love. by serenare (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Light Angst, POV LWJ, Internal Conflict, Intern WWX, Strangers to Lovers, LWJ Loves Cooking, Cooking, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Anxiety, Ambiguous/Open Ending)

The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos by dvasva (T, 99k, WIP, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Functionally Trans Character, Mild Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, Transphobia, Grief/Mourning, Body Dysphoria, Fake Marriage, Canonical Character Death, Misunderstandings, Doting LWJ, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Misgendering, Mild Angst, Assumptions, Comedic Elements, non-sexual nudity, Discussion of Various Bodily Functions, 4 years of mourning instead of 13, POV Multiple, Corporal Punishment, Trans WWX, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, pregnancy mention)

Silenced With A Kiss by NinjaKK (E, 88k, WIP, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Flirting, Teen Romance, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, WWX in WWX's Body, Secret Relationship, Falling In Love, First Kiss, First Dates, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Canon Divergence, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Ripple Effect, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Optional Smut, Supportive LWJ, BAMF WWX, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Has an Angry LWJ Kink)

Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism!  by KizuKatana (E, 82k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic   depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses  WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war, WIP) I’ll take any and every opportunity to rec  - currently my absolutely favorite fic

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7. Hello! Once again thank you for everything you do. 

For the next in the mood for i'd like to request everybodies favourite getting together fics from Lwj's perspective. I just need more of him pining for Wwx. (But if you have other good Lwj POV fics i'd love if you could recommend them too)

Thank you in advance!!

like blue flame over my fingertips by tangerinechar (T, 37k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, pining, 5+1 things, food as a metaphor for love)

Window Shopping by thunderwear (E, 18k, WangXian, quarantine fic, Single Dad WWX, Getting Together, Long-Distance Relationship, kind of??, Mutual Pining, Fluff, lots of fluff, almost no angst, Happy Ending, First Time, Phone Sex, background 3zun, switching POV, Domestic Fluff, no like a shitton of domestic fluff, some smut)

fell by you by Vrishchika (E, 44k, Dragon LWJ, Fantasy, Explicit Smut in Last Chapter, Pining, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Immortals, Deities, Canon-Typical Violence, Dragon WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending)

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you’ve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation)

Child's Play by flowercity (FaoriE) (T, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mutual Pining, Family, Kid Fic, Fluff, Love at First Sight, Light Angst, Brief Hospitalization, Seizures, Alcohol, But no one gets drunk, Making Out, Single Dad WWX)

You'll be my by cupofwater (G, 2k, WangXian, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Modern AU, Weddings, Fluff, Illustrated)

Admonishment by bookwyrmling (T, 6k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it of sorts, teacher LQR, student WWX, LQR pov, gusu lan sect positive, cloud recesses study arc, burial mounds settlement days, golden core reveal)

Keep Track of Losing Days by giraffeter (T, 74k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Case Fic, Police, Missing Persons, Mystery, Getting Together, Flashbacks, Rooftop Conversations, Detective LWJ, antifa WWX, team give LWJ friends, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, First Kiss, First Meetings, Seattle, Mutual Pining, nonfatal car accident, mafia wens, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Guns) 

I know what my heart wants  by yakuso5u (Not Rated, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Father LWJ,   Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Accidental Child Acquisition, Domestic, Slice of Life, Christmas references)

The Second Jade of Lan's late but incendiary sexual awakening by KizuKatana (E, 41k, wangxian, modern, college au, genius WWX, competency kink, caretaking kink, canon wangxian dynamics, first time)

(not) puppy love by tiramisus (M, 3k, wangxian, modern, WWX owns an animal shelter, affection starved LWJ, LWJ’s tragic childhood, meet-cute, love at first sight)

some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending)

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8. Hello! For the next ITMF, I’m looking for fluffy fics with no misunderstanding and no oblivious WWX. Just falling in love, getting together, actual communication

i prefer canon but i'm down for modern as well :)

Question for 8: are they looking for canon or modern or both/any?

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9. Hii , thank you for all the hardwork. I really appreciate it and I am back with another request. Can you please recommend me fics where it's wangxian being in love but from outsider pov. Thank you so much @sineofu​

hey I just met you, and this is crazy by KeriArentikai (E, 9k, wangxian, modern, outsider pov, woke up married, married in vegas, with a twist, getting together, love at first sight, unrealistic sex)

Wait, What? by MarbleGlove (G, 1k, wangxian, time travel, outsider pov)

Always the right way round by so_shhy (G, 3k, wangxian, modern, office party, LWJ loves rabbits, good brother LXC, fluff, excellent boyfriend WWX, outsider POV)

The Misunderstanding by kisahawklin (T, 9k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, WQ & WWX & WN, WWX & LSZ, modern, misunderstandings, outsider pov)

Everything's growing in our garden by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 3k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, modern, coming out, supportive LXC, family feels, established relationship, remrefenced fear of homophobia & rejection, fluff, angst w happy ending, humor)

looking through a window by glitteringmoonlight (T, 5k, wangxian, modern, college/universtity au, outsider pov, fluff, humor)

oh brother by lanzhans_rbf (G, 5k, LXC & LWJ, wangxian, modern, outsider pov, twin jades of lan dynamics, twin jades of lan feels)

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10. *cupped hands* do you of /any/ fics where jin ling gets his dajiu's gift? bonus if it comes into play as it grows up? 🥺🥺 please i can't believe the only fic i know like this is my leaves reach ever for the sun 🙏🙏🙏🙏

a symbol to remind you that there's more to see by paperminds (T, 9k, JL & WWX, JC & WWX, JL & JC, post-canon, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort, angst w happy ending, JC & WWX reconciliation)

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11. Askjhgahgahab I love your blog!!!! 

Have you heard of the fic called A Price to Pay by Wangxianist? In that one, a lot of WWX’s angst was caused by LWJ. I’m looking for fics where the same is the case. Where he’s angsty not because of the Jiangs or the SSC or anything else. But because of LWJ. But also not CQL post canon fics where the WWX is pining because LWJ left him on the roadside. 

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12. For the next itmf,  can you recommend some dark lwj fics where he is older than wwx. The time period doesn't matter. Thank you for your hard work!💞💞

A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (M, 40k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ) i would recommend 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 by mrcformoso, i think it fits ♡︎

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13. Hi!! I'm going crazy searching for Wen Yuan fics, especially something where he or the Lans discover his identity before WWX resurrection. I'm craving for angst. Thank you!! @niquels-mind​

no new age Series by everythingispoetry (M/T, 145k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, Families of Choice) part 2 in this series is focused on pretty much exactly that!

the blurriness of being alive by RedLipped (T, 18k, wangxian, canon divergence, grief/mourning, burial mounds, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, LWJ is a good dad, inquiry, character study) lwj tells him before wwx resurrection but lsz doesn’t handle it very well at first

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14. any fics where wwx has a dependable parental figure? preferably not jfm? examples that come to mind are jyl in the teapot plot, and lqr in ssj. i would absolutely adore more stories like this, in whichever way the parenthood comes into play ❤

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15. it's been a while since i saw this request so please some inventor/genius/talented-artist wwx? love that guy :')

💖 Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, art conservation, museums, pining, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending, misunderstandings, smut, major character injury, hospitalization, hurt/comfort, past incarceration, forgery)

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16. ITMF WWX debating with Lan Qiren? LQR could be kind or cruel, I just would love to read some fics where the two debate philosophy, practice, history, academia, etc.

Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (G, 40k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, post-canon, character study, introspection, in-laws, emotional baggage, family bonding, protective LWJ, good parent LQR, LQR has feelings, LQR & WWX become friends)

💖 Minding series by WithBroomBefore (G, 85k, wangxian, canon divergence, what if WWX got therapy and recovery post-sunshot, trans LWJ) Part 2 of this series has some debating

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17. Itmf: wwx dies a child birth or after having the baby, can be temporary character death.

The time we’ve lost by Anye (T, 54k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LJY, modern, ABO, everyone is alive but they don’t know that, eventual happy ending, slow build, twins, misunderstandings) this one is wild bc lwj thinks wwx died in childbirth but he didn’t and has been raising lsz in America the whole time

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[world-of-wales]

The Indian PM is asking for votes in the upcoming election by saying that voters shouldn't support the opposition leaders coz they eat........Non-vegetarian food.......

This isn't him relating environment problems and veganism/vegetarianism, but rather him campaigning that in a secular country only his party is the best because they follow the moral and vegetarian majority religion. Which is funny in itself since, except for North India, the rest of the Hindus in other parts consume all kinds of non vegetarian food items.

And to most people outside India, this vegetarian vs non-veg debate might seem foolish, but here it is proving to be the main election agenda now. A lot of people may think oh he's advocating for being vegetarian, that's great. But unfortunately not in this case coz his party which is filled with upper caste Hindus mostly use this argument of food choices to demonize minority communities in the country, they deny protein to poor children in the meals provided to them by the state in public schools, their supporters go and harass & have in many cases k-worded innocent people in name of 'Cow protection', force butchers who come from low income backgrounds to shut down their stores making them unable to earn even the meagre ammount that they do etc etc. So veg/non-veg in the case of Indian elections rn is so much more than just a debate on dietary choices.

So, no talks of education, health, economy, jobs etc this election season but rather cheap and completely nonsense topics during campaigning. And I wish I could call it satire, but unfortunately this is what the so-called largest democracy has come to.

This issue is just the tip of the iceberg of all the things that need to be changed in this country to take it back to where it was before this train wreck that the past decade has been and to start rebuilding it brick by brick.

The reason I'm posting this today is that, I want to request anyone who's eligible to vote in India to PLEASE GO VOTE! exercise ur right. Don't let anyone tell you that your voice doesn't matter coz it does. And it's never been more essential for you to make use of Article 326 and cast your vote. It is ur fundamental right.

I don't think there could be a more appropriate time to ask you for this, as it is the 133rd birth anniversary of Dr. Ambedkar today, the father of the Constitution. The man who fought all his life to make sure everyone in his country had democratic fundamental rights. He gave you that Constitution that protects you and your interests and rights. The tip of his pen changed the world you live in today for the better. So please don't let that the sacrifices made by him or of all those in the Constituent Assembly, of all those who came before you go to waste. They gave this country their all, so you could have all the freedoms that you do today. They gave you a constitution based on liberty, equality, fraternity, secularism, socio-economic democracy etc to protect you, the citizens. And now, as these rights slowly get encroached upon, it is more important than ever before for you to assert these rights.

Go read the election manifestos of the parties and learn about the candidates fighting elections from ur constituency. Please make an informed choice. Don't go and vote for people on the basis of religion, caste, etc. Go and vote for that person who actually talks about the on ground issues you face, who has plans to make ur life, and the society you live in better. Who promises to give you the basic rights that you deserve, someone who promises not to infringe upon the fundamental rights as enshrined in the constitution, the one who talks about creating better employment, creating a robust health system, making sure every child in this country has access to quality education, someone who wants to create a safe space for women not just out in the world but also in the private sphere, someone who promises to work towards dealing with the problems of inflation & other economic problems you face, someone who wants to work towards dealing with the vast enomic disparities that exist across the board. Someone who wants to work towards providing safeguards for the most vulnerable people and communities, etc etc.

Go on the website of the election commission, check out the dates of vote casting in your area, mark that date, wake up that morning take ur voter id card and please go push a button on the machine at the particular booth you fall under.

Don't let people tell you that you are young, you don't know what you need, you shouldn't be jumping into political discourse, don't let them discourage you from exercising the most important right the constitution has given you. TRUST ME, YOU DO KNOW WHAT YOU NEED, POLITICS AFFECTS YOU TOO, THE GOVERNMENT POLICIES AFFECT YOU TOO, SO YOUR VOICE IS JUST AS IMPORTANT IN THESE UPCOMING ELECTIONS AS THAT OF THE OTHERS!

YOUR VOTE MATTERS. IT'S NEVER MATTERED MORE!

[ticklystuff]

Okay my fav Itto with E and W please 🫶

tickly alphabet

n$fw warning for z

hello keru sir, ty for requesting our faves hehe i am always prepared to talk about my dumbass fave

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

oh itto gets very touchy when he wants to tickle someone. he'll do stuff like sling his arm over their shoulder or around their waist to pull them into a hug, while using one finger to discreetly (in his mind) poke at their side or chest. he also likes to do the wiggly finger motions at the other person just to see their reaction, he's a menace

when he wants to be tickled, he will initiate his own tickle fights, but won't go so hard that the other person won't have a fighting chance and can retaliate against him. also, after wrecking someone, he's really nice and will offer to let them tickle him back alkdjsfa idk i really like this headcanon, he's a sweetheart

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

oh this man is the type of man to be like "tickletickletickletickletickle" in his baby voice while wrecking someone and it's like STOP SHUT THE FUCK UP and i also do think he can say it in a normal setting. he also likes to say it around people he knows gets nervous around the word like gorou just to see their reactions

BUT he also can't handle when someone uses verbal teases while tickling him and he fucking dies when his ler is like "tickletickletickle-" like u are dumb and brought this on yourself and he'll cover his face and want to bite into his arm and you can visibly see his ears begin to turn red

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

i feel like childe would enjoy some mild bondage to a degree because he sees it as a challenge and finds it thrilling, so like maybe his arms tied behind his back. he doesn't like being totally restrained though and would prefer to at least wiggle around a little bit and he grows increasingly nervous with each added layer of restraints, but he won't actually admit it and would put up a straight face the whole time

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

hmmmm i don't think he'd be the type to be nervous about answering. he'd probably be like "pfft yeah, why?" but i do think around certain people (zhongli, scara, traveler) if they were to ask him, he'd be like "yeah yeah, are you?" before beginning to poke and tickle them to answer his own question

Z: Zones | N$FW - Do they have an erogenous tickle zone: the spot that turns them on when tickled?

oh his nipples and he gets so embarrassed about how spontaneous it is too LMAOOO like the feeling of someone placing their palm against them is already enough to get him turned on

also i feel like he's somewhat of a masochist and gets turned on by intense tickles in general. idk like i feel like having his arms tied up to the headboard and just really digging into his armpits for an extended period of time and ignoring his pleas to the point that his eyes practically roll into the back of his head and he's spiraled into silent laughter.. like i think he'd really like that lol

[amournoir]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡

pairing(s): elijah x reader

count: 8.2k

warning(s): smut. vulgar language? 

author’s note: psa, this is my first smut-ish piece, don’t judge too harshly, please? i honestly hope it’s ok or at least decent. also, thanks so much for all the recent reblogs & hello to all the new followers! anywho, lmk what you think of this & happy reading! ♡ 

In over a thousand years, he never thought this would happen to him. Not only had he met the woman of his dreams but he had wed her as well. How could he not? He’d be an absolute fool to let her go. 

You and Elijah had been married for five years now and on top of that, you were now parents. No one doubted that the impeccably dressed noble original would be a wonderful father one day. 

Throughout your pregnancy, you still looked absolutely stunning. Everything you complained and picked on, only made your husband love you even more. You would always be perfect in his eyes. 

As your due date rolled closer, your mood shifted as expected. You were more impatient, easily irritated, and let’s not get started on the unending hunger urges. Even with all this, you still remained beautiful to him and he handled all of it with ease. The one thing that Elijah was not prepared for was your other hunger. Horny was too weak of a word to describe it. 

He experienced firsthand that you matched his energy during sex. Normally you’d tire and it would end after three or four rounds but not this time. Oh no. You could easily go all night with him and you did. It was only when your pregnancy was further along that you wouldn’t be up at all hours of the night out of fear of hurting your child. 

This made sense to the logical mind but not to you. If anything, you were even more insatiable in your later months. It was Elijah that had to stop on behalf of both of you otherwise he’d have caved each time. 

The weeks leading up to the birth became so unbearable, Freya had to give you daily doses of her witchy concoctions. The doses became hourly when the child was mere hours away. 

You gave birth with Freya and Rebekah helping you. Elijah was in the room as well, he wanted to cut the cord. For some reason, known only to him, it made him feel like he was truly a father now. In minutes he’d hold his son. 

Days after giving birth, you spent it recovering so Elijah took over everything else. He was ready for it, he had prepared since he found out you were pregnant and during it all. You guys were finally parents and both of you loved every single exhausting moment of it. 

You could always see your husband as a father but the image of him changing diapers and doing bath time was not what you pictured. Seeing it now so clearly made you love it even more. If you could magically birth more children, you would, just so that you could see this side of him. 

Your hunger had gone away and a very large part of you actually missed it. You only wished you could feel that way when you weren’t with child. Oh the amount of fun you two would have. The things you’d do and furniture you’d wreck. Just the thought turned you on. 

The newest and tiniest Mikaelson favored his father wholly. It was as though you weren’t the one that carried and birthed him. 

Days turned into weeks then months. Your son had grown and gone through each stage of childhood. From crawling to standing to walking. 

Little gates had started popping up all over the compound and all doors now had plastic circle covers. His siblings, brothers especially, had tripped over the gates more than once. Niklaus had often complained over his inability to open his bedroom door. 

“How the bloody hell am I supposed to get in now Elijah?!” Niklaus one day yelled. 

“I always knew you were a child brother but I had thought you could outsmart one. How is it that a thousand year old hybrid can’t manage a door?” Elijah said, doing his best to hide his smirk. 

“Yes Nik, it’s meant to keep children out. Not too surprised it works on you.” Kol chided, grinning from ear to ear. 

Rebekah heard her brothers from the end of the hallway so she walked over to see. She smiled to herself, watching her brother struggle with the door handle. Feeling pity, or petty, she strode over to him, expertly twisting the knob and opening the door. 

“There there, it’s alright, one day you’ll be a big boy and can do it all by yourself.” Rebekah spoke to her brother in the way one speaks to a child. 

“Hmph.” Niklaus huffed as he walked inside and slammed the door behind him. 

Months had passed and now your son was 10 months old. The family had just celebrated that a couple of days ago. You insisted on celebrating every month that your child grew and everyone was more than happy to indulge you. 

One day, you had a bit of a scare. The month before you had missed your period and now this month, it was late. You knew what it could mean but was silently hoping it didn’t. Digging through the bathroom cabinets, you found the stick. Without any thought at all, you tested and waited. To your dismay or relief, it wasn’t what you thought it’d be. 

Elijah had noticed that days prior you seemed different. You seemed worried but you didn’t mention it to him and he knew not to ask. At least not yet. Maybe what you needed was time and when you were ready, you’d speak to him. With that in mind, he didn’t question you but kept a close eye instead. 

“Eli? Are you busy?” You walked into his study that evening. 

“Never for you.” Elijah smiled. 

You didn’t know how to begin. Do I just blurt it out loud? You thought to yourself. 

He noticed your nervousness and instantly he was on his feet. Crossing the room to where you stood, he held your hand and remained quiet. Did something happen? Is she alright? He thought to himself. Whatever it was, they would deal with it, he was sure of it. 

“I’m not pregnant.” You blurted before your mind had time to stop your lips from moving. 

His brows knitted. He didn’t know you were pregnant or thinking of it. “Alright. Where is this coming from?” 

“I missed last month and I’m late this month so I thought to test it.” The words kept leaving your mouth faster than you preferred them to. 

“Are you okay with the result?” He was trying to gauge your thoughts. He didn’t want to say something to offend you. 

“Yeah. I think so.” You answered, not looking too sure of yourself. 

“It would be alright if you were. I’d love nothing more than for our family to grow.” Elijah reassured you, softly running his hands up and down your arms.  

“I’d love to have more kids but not yet, our son is still too young and we’ve just recently gotten the hang of parenthood.” You tried explaining to him. 

You were glad to hear that he wouldn’t be upset if you would have been pregnant so soon. You had been worried for nothing, of course he would understand. You wrapped your arms around your husband, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the affection, rubbing your back in small circles. 

It had been time. You had spontaneously decided that today you would tackle the mess in your closet. You were going to put away your old clothes, including your maternity wear. 

Hours into it, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. You had spent so much time upstairs that your husband came to check up on you. You took your time folding each article of clothing as memories from the past flashed through your mind. 

Elijah now stood by the bedroom door, watching you put the clothes away. You had given up on sitting on the floor and was now on the bed with boxes of clothing next to the foot of it. You lifted one dress, a pale blue with white anchors on it and ruffles on the sleeves and bottom of the dress. He gifted you this when you first started to show, in your second trimester, around the fourth month. 

He couldn’t help but miss how you looked. You were round and full. You still hadn’t noticed him yet but you felt a presence around you, upon looking up you saw him. He was leaning on the wooden door frame — arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps bulge in the white dress shirt — as he smiled at you. You returned the gesture then lifted the dress up that was in your hands. 

“Is it alright if I said I miss this?” You asked him, furrowing your brows. 

“What would that be exactly?” He strolled in, strategically crossing through the maze of boxes on the floor. He made his way to where you were seated and stood in front of you. His fingers gently traced the dress, stopping at certain spots.

“Pregnancy. I miss how it felt.” You sucked in your lips, turning them to one side. 

“Darling I’m more than willing to change that. I must admit, I rather enjoyed how full you looked.” He emphasized on the word ‘full’. 

It didn’t escape you the tonality behind his voice. You knew damn well where this was going and had absolutely no intention of stopping it. 

“Oh really? What else did you enjoy?” Suddenly you let the dress slip from your fingers, letting it drop on the edge of the bed, already forgetting it. Your attention was now on him. 

“I would love to tell you but it seems we have a young gentleman in our midst.” Elijah tilted his head towards the other room where your toddler was standing at the door. 

Your son had woken up from his nap and now stood watching you both with a blanket in hand and thumb in his mouth. You blushed and quickly cleared your throat. My goodness, I was about to say something filthy in front of my child. You thought to yourself as Elijah walked over to his son. 

When he was close enough, he lowered himself down to his level and opened his arms. The little boy lazily waddled to his father as his small chubby feet padded on the carpeted wooden floors. Elijah, patient as ever, waited for his son to reach him and watched with a wide smile. 

“Daddy.” Alexander grinned widely, sleep still evident on his handsome face. 

“Well if it isn’t my little prince.” Elijah hugged his son tightly — one hand wrapped around his back and the other cradled Alex’s head closely to his own — and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He stood up with him, lowering his hand from Alex’s back in order to carry him comfortably in his arm. The little boy’s blanket was hanging on the side. 

Over his father’s shoulders, little Alex noticed you behind and instinctively extended his thumb sucking hand towards you. You smiled and obliged your son, getting off the bed as you made your way to them. You placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, making faces at him that made him giggle. 

That sound was what made Elijah feel alive. The laughter from his wife and son was easily his most treasured thing. Elijah shifted Alex so that he was holding him on his left side, leaving his other open. You walked from behind him and snuggled into the empty space to his right whilst your left arm wrapped around his waist. He was comfortably sandwiched between you and baby Alex. 

“Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good nap?” You asked, wiping the sleep crusts from Alex’s eyes. 

He nodded. He was old enough to understand words but hadn’t begun responding. Although he was able to say a few words here and there. His uncles and aunts had started fighting over what words he should learn from the moment he uttered his parents’ names. 

Kol thought he should know his name next since it was easiest. Freya figured she was the oldest and hence had to know hers. 

Rebekah pointed out that she easily would be the best caretaker so she should spend more time with Alex so he can learn hers. Niklaus argued that he was the best and favorite so why not his name. 

The siblings started to argue anew. Who knew that the big bad Mikaelson family would fight over a toddler? 

“Will he sleep at night? He took a nap awfully late.” Elijah asked you. 

“Klaus would’ve argued against waking him.” You smiled at the thought. 

Earlier that day, they had been watching Alex’s favorite show and Niklaus didn’t have the heart to wake his nephew so he let him sleep. He figured he’d sleep better in his bed. 

“I do like that they get along.” Elijah smiled at the thought. He loved how involved his siblings were. They would drop everything for Alex, even if they weren’t asked to. 

“Well why wouldn’t they? Our boy is absolutely lovely.” You leaned forward and stepped on your tiptoes to kiss your son’s forehead. “Besides, Nik is much gentler and sweeter than he’d like to admit.” 

It was true. Alexander Beau Mikaelson had stolen everyone’s heart. Handsome like his father — as his namesake — and kind-hearted like his mother. Playful like Uncle Kol, sweet as Auntie Bex, artistic as Uncle Nik, and determined like his Auntie Rey. 

Judging from the orange and yellow hues, the sun had begun to set. Normally it would be time for Alex’s bedtime routine to begin but he had just woken up. Instead you figured you might as well get started on his meal as Elijah gave him a bath. 

He was still far too young to eat any full meals but often you’d mash his food for him. You would put it on a plate and let him pick it up himself. Most times he finished all of it, other times he picked around. His favorite meal were fruits, all sorts. 

Alex hadn’t been exposed to sugary treats yet but one morning Niklaus snuck a beignet away to give to his nephew. From that day onwards, the little boy was obsessed. It became the only thing he wanted every single moment but you restricted that to one a day. 

“Oh come on! Let the boy have some. How can he possibly live in New Orleans but hasn’t tasted beignets?!” Niklaus exclaimed when he was caught by Elijah. 

“Niklaus, you bought a dozen of them.” Elijah pointed out. 

“Well honestly he ate the majority of it.” Niklaus smirked. As if his older brother would believe his toddler ate anything more than 2.

“Of course he did. Next you’ll tell me he bribed the pastry store and threatened to receive ‘free beignets for life or else’?” Elijah quoted the words of one of the staff. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” Was all Niklaus said as he walked away with a knowing smile. 

You detach yourself from Elijah’s side and head into the bedroom Alex had come from. There you searched through one of the many drawers for nighttime clothes. It was autumn and it was getting chilly outside. 

You needed something warm for him to wear but all his clothes were getting smaller. It saddened you that he was getting older. Soon he’d need a brand new wardrobe which meant he wouldn’t be a child anymore. If there was a way to freeze this moment, you would. 

You absentmindedly sifted through drawer after drawer, nothing appealed to you. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a baby blue footie pajama with white clouds and tiny bears sitting on them. The clothing also had a hood with bear-like ears, your heart practically squeezed at the sight. 

Lifting the outfit, you were finally content with, you started placing all of the things on the bed. The footie pajama, a little beanie, socks, diapers, lotion, and a tan binky with a white marbled clip. You thought it was a bit excessive to have an extra hat and socks even though the pajama had it but he was a tiny tot. Children often had a different temperature than adults, if it was cold to you, it’d be freezing to him.  

Once you were happy with your findings, you arranged them for Elijah– smiling at your work. You then left the room and headed to the kitchen. Dinner had already been made hours ago, all that was needed was to plate his food. The cupboard next to the cooker was filled with utensils and dinnerware only for him. It was there where you found a plate, cup and a spoon. 

Before plating the meal, you located his high chair and pulled it to the side of the dining table. You returned to the kitchen and scooped one spoonful of rice, a ladleful of the chicken stew, and a handful of strawberries that you cut into slices and removed the stems prior to putting all of it on his sectioned plate. 

By the time you had put his plate on the high chair — making sure it was suctioned on the surface along with the cup — you could hear the footsteps. Right on time you see Elijah walking in with a very cozy looking baby in his arms. You reach for your own plates on the island counter and return with them, putting one in front of your husband and the other in front of your seat. 

“It smells absolutely divine in here.” He comments as he buckles his son in his seat before taking his own. 

You were back in the kitchen looking for Alex’s sippy cup. Once you found it, you filled it with the juice then headed back to the dining room. Taking a seat and placing his cup on his chair, you turned to your husband, “I made his favorite. I wanted to make something else but I knew it’d be a fight to get him to eat it.” 

Elijah reached for the wine in the clear bowl filled with ice and expertly opened it, pouring a glass for the both of you. His siblings were all busy for the evening, each one had plans with their significant others as well. Tonight was only for you, Elijah, and Alex. 

As he handed you your glass, his hand lingered on top of yours, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Thank you darling.” 

You smiled at the small gesture and soon all three of you began eating. Baby Alex ate his fruits more than his main meal which found a home on the floor, his chin, and the high chair tray. He had eaten some of it but it was obvious he had no desire to finish the rest. You knew immediately how this would end, either you took the tray away or it’d turn into a food fight soon. 

Elijah decided to clear the table whilst you cleaned up your son. This is what parenthood was all about, teamwork. Everything you two did was in tandem. It was exhausting and quickly got repetitive but just one look at that little boy made it all worth it. Seeing him fed, cleaned, happy, safe, and so on is what motivated you both. 

Tonight felt different to you, you didn’t know why but it just was. Your husband had finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room in record time, per usual, and so had you. Alex was now in the living room with you — sat between your legs — playing with his toys. Each time you thought he was distracted and tried to change the channel, he’d instantly look up and whine at the lack of cartoons. You, as the caring and loving mother that you were, obliged and returned it back to the animations. 

“Sweetheart you’re playing with your toys, can’t I use the tv?” You asked as you looked down at him.  

“Toons?” Was all he asked in return. He knew what you were asking him but he had a question of his own. 

“I put it for you already.” You pointed up at the screen. “See?” 

He turned around and faced you fully, leaning his head on your stomach. He gestured with his fingers ‘thank you’ in sign language. You had been teaching him that since he couldn’t speak in full sentences yet. 

You tapped your chin once with your hand then extended it out in front of you as a way of saying ‘you’re welcome’. Baby Alex had been a fast learner and although you fully enjoyed his willingness to learn, you preferred it if he would talk instead. You and Elijah had started weaning him off slowly by speaking to him like a person and including him in things which gave him opportunities to speak or even ask. 

Elijah walked in the room and smiled at the sight of both of you. Alex was still seated between your legs, his head laid on your abdomen as he watched his toons. Your husband made himself comfortable on the floor next to you. He gently pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead softly. His fingers found their way to your dark brown tresses and combed through leisurely. 

You have no idea how long you had been sitting down there but by the slowly rising chest of your son and his soft breaths, you knew he had fallen asleep. Elijah looked at you silently and shook his head. In mere seconds, Alex was in his father’s arms and they were now standing. 

“Goodnight my sweet boy.” You too were also on your feet, placing a kiss on his cheek as you whispered, “I love you.”

Elijah carefully walked in front of you as he made his way up the stairs and navigated through the house to Alex’s room. You had followed behind but made a right turn and entered your shared bedroom. With a sigh, you strolled to your closet in search of nightwear. Soon enough you were in the massive bathroom with your clothes and fresh towel in hand. 

You didn’t hear your husband enter the bedroom or call for you, the running water of the shower drowned him out. It wasn’t until you were about to undress that you saw him at the bathroom door, watching you. 

“Please, go on. I’d hate to stop you.” He said in a very innocent way but the look in his eye was anything but. 

“You’re watching?” 

“My dear it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He answered right as you slowly began unbuttoning your shirt until your black lace bra was visible. 

You had no problem with him watching you but you weren’t used to him doing nothing. He’d normally talk or tease you, at times he’d join in the stripping but this made you feel shy all of a sudden. He stood at the door completely silent as he unashamedly undressed you with his eyes. If he wanted a show, that’s exactly what he’d get. Something about that look in his eyes gave you newfound confidence. 

You decided to maintain eye contact as you undid the button on your jeans then tugged the zipper down. It was completely unnecessary but you were going to draw this out as long as possible. Shifting from one hip to the next, the pair of pants slowly lowered and once they reached your knees, you thought of kicking them off but that didn’t seem sexy. So instead you opted to bend down — showing off that beautiful arch of your back — and pulled each pant leg out one at a time. 

You raised yourself up slowly and peeked over at your husband. His eyes were glued to your movements, they followed you around hungrily but quietly. To be sure that you had his full attention, your fingers lightly grazed over your underwear and instantly his eyes flickered there. Good. You had him where you wanted him. Reaching back, your fingers knew their job and unclasped your bra with no issue. You didn’t bother to make this attractive, instead you just let the piece of lingerie drop on the white tilted bathroom floor. Your fingers were just as quick to remove the underwear before your husband could because you knew it’d end up torn instead. 

So there you stood before him, fully naked. Your body was not that of a model’s, not even close, but you loved it either way. Your boobs were large enough to fit perfectly in his palms which he enjoyed far too much. They were not perky, no gravity made sure they hung but that’s quite alright, it didn’t bother you. On the other hand, you were fully blessed with your hourglass figure, medium sized hips but a huge ass — huge enough for both his hands. You had some fat on your sides and light stretch marks on your lower abdomen and thighs. You were absolutely glorious in his eyes, he’d never dare change a thing about your body. 

He still hadn’t said a word or even made a move so you did the one thing you knew would arouse him. You cupped one breast in your hands and flicked the nipple, gently massaged it in circles then repeated the action. From the corner of your eye you saw the way his jaw twitched and throat rose and dropped as he swallowed. There was a bench behind you, you were aware of this and decided to go even further. You sat down, spread your legs apart and placed your left palm down for support. Using your right hand, you lifted that same breast to your lips but just before you could get any closer, he was instantly in front of you. 

Of course he’d never allow you to actually touch yourself in his presence, not unless he gave you the permission to. His hand quickly replaced yours and you put your hand on the bench, looking up at him expectantly. He weighed the flesh in his palm by moving his hand up and down, gazing down at it. He looked over at you for confirmation and you nodded. Wasting no time, his lips wrapped themselves around the nipple and right on cue, you let out a soft sigh. He licked around the nipple, sucking slowly at first — hollowing his cheeks as he took in as much of your breast in his mouth as he could — then sped up. His other hand must’ve felt lonely because he reached for the other boob and massaged it. 

His eyes were closed as he kept on sucking. His massaging had turned into pinching now which was equal parts painful and erotic. This was his happy place. He was utterly content being here between your boobs and would be forever. He pulled away with a pop then bit down on the bud which earned him a surprised moan from you. Thank goodness you were seated otherwise your feet would’ve abandoned you by now. 

It wasn’t until he looked up that you took note of his face. This man was beyond ready to devour you whole. Your clit twitched just at the thought of it and he sensed that. His eyes dropped down to your lap, between your legs, and stayed fixated there. You wanted to let him have you but you also wanted to be the one in control. So you took one of his hands in your own and placed it right on your pussy — the immediate contact alone made you sigh in pleasure. He didn’t do a thing, he wanted to see what you’d do next.  

Slowly you moved his hand up and down, palming yourself as you used him. You inched closer to the edge of the bench and gradually picked up the pace. He was intensely watching you get yourself off as your arousal filled the bathroom. You slowed down and lifted his hand off of you though you quickly plunged his middle finger inside your cunt. The intrusion made you moan and gasp out loud. In and out, in and out you controlled the action. 

“How often have you thought of this?” Elijah’s voice suddenly broke through the silence. 

“What?” It’s not that you didn’t hear him, you just weren’t paying attention. 

“How often have you imagined fingering yourself with my hands?” 

Fuck it was hot when he said it out loud. “Often.” You replied but judging from his look, you knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted. 

“Okay fine, a lot. I imagine it a lot.” 

This made him smirk. You could probably see the gears in his mind shifting. “Be a good dutiful wife and ride them.” 

“Ride?” 

“No time for shyness my dear. Ride all four fingers.” 

Shit. That wasn’t what you expected he’d say but you’d be a terrible liar if you denied how much it turned you on. You had ridden him before but never his fingers. You preferred his face, so did he honestly. 

“Ride. Now.” 

This sounded less like a request or suggestion and more like a demand which made it hotter. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I still thinking about this? You thought to yourself. 

From the look in your eye, he knew you had agreed and so he purposely pulled his middle finger out slowly out of you. You stood up and stepped away, he sat on the bench and patted his thigh. Using his right hand, he placed it on his leg with his fingers facing up then waited for you. It looked as if you were going to impale yourself on all four digits. 

Right before you could lower yourself, he pulled his hand away and put it in front of your lips. “Open up.” 

You did as told and his fingers intruded your mouth. You knew what was expected of you so you tried to suck them all without choking. Once his fingers were drenched in your saliva, he removed them and smiled. They were back on his lap and he was waiting again for you. 

As you lowered yourself, you kept reminding yourself to breathe. You kept repeating that in your mind until his fingers slowly stretched you out. Completely unprepared, your body jumped upon contact but he was right there to hold you firmly but gently. You knew you had to move but he felt so full. His fingers were slippery and wet — not to mention thick and long — which made for a delicious combination. 

You moved up slowly until they were almost out and then lowered your body back down and once again they filled you. This was slow but you gradually picked up speed until you were practically bouncing on them. Your hips rocked back and forth, grinding around in circles to get as much friction as possible. His other hand seemed too empty for your liking so you used it to play with your clit as you rode his other four. 

Your head was tossed back and eyes were closed. Your boobs swayed left and right, at times up and down, as you moved. Sounds of flesh on flesh could be heard, the slick was dropped down from his fingers to his palms and down his hand. Elijah was thoroughly enjoying this sight of you. Every now and then, he’d curve his fingers which made you moan even more. You were close, he was aware of this from your breathing and panting. In a few minutes your body completely stilled as it shook out an orgasm. 

“Good girl.” He praised as he parted your hair that was stuck to your face due to the sweat. 

“Thank you Eli.” 

“I hope you’re not tired darling. We’ve barely begun.” 

“Good. I want more.” 

“That’s my girl.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

He slowly pulled out his fingers and sucked them off one by one but purposefully skipped his middle one. Instead, he brought it closer to your mouth and you opened without prompting. In one slide, you sucked it off as you tasted yourself. You maintained eye contact with him as you sucked whilst inside your mouth, your tongue licked him. 

He knew what you wanted next so he pulled his finger out and tapped your ass gently. You got off of his lap and into position — you sunk to your knees with your hands behind your back — as you looked up at him, waiting. Elijah had no desire to put on a strip show right now so he used his vampire speed to slide out of his clothing in seconds. 

There he was in front and above you, fully naked. Your eyes didn’t know where to look but you knew where they’d end up anyways. You couldn’t help licking your lips as you faced his dick directly in front of you. It stood up alert, veins bulging around the entire length, as the precum dripped down. Without a thought, you leaned forward and licked it up. He groaned at the feeling of your wet, warm tongue on him. 

You pulled back and looked up at him. “Fuck my face.” 

“As you wish my dear.” You could hear the restrained happiness in his voice. 

Shutting your eyes, you sat back on the back of your legs and waited with your mouth open. He took a moment to enjoy this sight of you before grasping himself in his hand then slid inside slowly. He hissed at the hotness of your mouth and when you immediately closed around him. Your tongue licked him but you opened once again. This time he didn’t slide all the way in, halfway in and he pulled out then went back in. He kept this up for a while, eventually speeding up but it was an inhumane one. The sides of your mouth hurt and your throat was starting to ache from the constant prodding his dick was doing. 

Both of his hands were in your hair, holding you in place as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Saliva was dripping down from your mouth to your chin and down the valley of your chest. This didn’t phase you at all, you took it all happily. When he looked down, all he saw were your sweet eyes staring back up at him and this made me fuck you harder. You looked so ridiculously innocent when he knew otherwise. He was trying to fuck that innocent look off of your face but instead it was what made him feral. 

Elijah loosened his grip on your head and you decided to take initiative. You lifted your right hand and placed it on his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down. Your mouth pushed him out until the head remained and sucked harshly. Hollowing your cheeks, you spit on his dick a couple of times and licked it up. Your hand continued to jack his length off whilst your mouth teased his head. 

This went on for a few minutes until you changed your actions. Your mouth widened and took all of him inside until he hit the back of your throat — the fullness made you instinctively gag — then placed both of your hands on his thighs for support. You bobbed your head back and forth, gagging until your eyes watered. You pulled all the way out then quickly pushed him back in, your nose was firmly pressed against his base. 

“Love if you don’t stop, I’ll– fuck…I’ll cum.” He was close, you could hear it in his voice. 

You mumbled but your mouth was full so all he felt were vibrations. This made him twitch and you stifled a giggle which caused another twitch. You pulled him out slowly and tapped his dick on your tongue, firmly jacking him off all the while. 

“Please do it. Cum inside.” 

Without warning, he was balls deep in your mouth once again and this time you intended on him staying there until you said otherwise. Your hand toyed with his balls, pinching and rolling them around in your fingers. You knew what would push him so you sat back on your legs once more and gazed up at him, your mouth full of him as he fucked and you deepthroated him. 

“Such a good girl, taking all of me.” He praised you. “Would you like a reward my dear?” 

You couldn’t speak so you nodded your head rapidly. You were craving to taste him far more than you thought you would. 

“Will you swallow? I want it to coat your throat.” 

You nodded profusely once again. He was teasing you, you just knew it. Coat my throat? Fuck yes. Yes please. You thought to yourself and silently begged for that salty, creamy goodness. 

Elijah placed both hands on the sides of your face and went to town. His movements were unforgiving and ruthless, his speed was inhumane. He was determined to cum and fill your mouth if it were the last thing he’d do. You knew he was there when his movements became sloppy and soon after he emptied himself in your mouth. A loud deep groan erupted from his chest as he let go. 

When he was satisfied and done, he pulled out and looked at your mouth. He was right, he’d surely coat your throat. You couldn’t even open your mouth to show him, you were filled to the brim so you swallowed as he watched. Tongue out, you proudly showed him your now empty mouth. 

“My goodness you look stunning like that.” He sighed contentedly. 

You slowly got off your knees and stood up with a grin on your face, “You are delicious my love.” 

“My wife has a dirty mouth. What shall I ever do about that?” He mused with a slight smile. 

“Put it to use.” You cheekily replied then stepped back from him. You turned around and stepped into the glass shower that had now fogged up. “Join me?” 

He laughed then answered, “With absolute pleasure.” 

The moment he walked in, you found your back pressed against the wet wall. Your hair had slowly started to stick to your face, neck, and any part of skin it could. With his outstretched hand, he ran his fingers slowly through the partially wet and dry strands, and without notice you felt your head being yanked backwards and downwards. Before you could react to the pain, his lips were quick to find the pleasure spot on the base of your neck. 

There was a mixture of licking and sucking. You couldn’t tell if the wetness was his saliva or the water droplets. It didn’t matter anyways, your mind was just absentmindedly wondering. You were taken by the pleasurable kisses that you didn’t realize until it was late — you were bleeding. His fangs sunk into your carotid as he happily drank– one hand gripped your hair still and the other had been caressing your boob. 

It was euphoric for him. He’d never tire of you in all the ways he had sampled you. There was no favorite for him, he’d devour you in all moral and immoral ways. No questions asked, no complaints. As he drank, he savored the metallic liquid that coursed through him, awakening every nerve in him. 

An impulsive image interrupted his feeding– he suddenly remembered that he was a father. Less than a year ago, you were in this exact situation. It’s what led to the pregnancy. This train of thought alone was turning him feral. He could vividly see how he had fucked you raw for months on end — not that you ever complained — and one day you had come running to him with a smile as your hand waved the test stick around in the air. 

Your soft moan brought him back from his memories and he retracted his fangs, the veins disappearing in an instant. Your husband stared down at you, his hands switched around to hold you better – his left one hooked under your right thigh and his right hand found its place on your throat. His dick was situated perfectly at your entrance, one slight hip thrust and he’d be inside. 

“Do you think Alex would like a younger sibling?” He asked. 

“I think he’d like someone to play with.” You agreed. 

“Mm, I’d like you to play with me sweetheart.” 

“Yeah? What game do you have in mind?” 

“How about ‘fill her up’?” That smug smile on his face made your clit throb. 

“How do we play?” 

Your husband leaned his head down until his lips were next to the right side of your face, directly on your ear. “I’ll empty my cum inside you and fill you to the brim. You’ll be a good wife and take it.” 

You didn’t even have to say anything, your body betrayed you immediately. Your arousal and the twitching of your thighs told him exactly what he wanted to know. You didn’t even respond — you nodded as you hiked your leg higher on his waist — just glanced up at him, a feigned look of innocence graced your face. 

Elijah chuckled and thrusted inside immediately, not letting you have a moment to adjust. He pushed his hips in and out in a lazy manner as a sort of warmup. The contact made your head instinctively tilt back and your eyes shut. Your mouth made a small o shape, soft whimpers escaping here and there. His hand released your throat and lifted your other leg up, resting it on his waist. You were now straddling him — back against the tiled wall — so you placed your hands on his shoulders for support. 

His large hands held onto your thighs firmly whilst his hips picked up speed. All that could be heard was the slapping sound that skin on skin was making when it would come in contact with each other. You decided to take a look down and saw his dick enter you then seconds later it’d come out. You moaned just at the sight which caught his attention, he had noticed you watching yourself being fucked. The ferocity in which he used to enter you was unexpected but the feeling it left you with was indescribable. 

Elijah had started to tire of this slow pace, he wanted you destroyed but you were far from it. You could pinpoint the exact moment you saw his pupils dilate, it was around the same time that the shower room felt more intense. Suddenly, you found yourself on the warm, wet shower floor laying down on your back — both of your hands were pinned above your head by one of his. His hips thrusted into you so powerfully that it jolted your body. 

It was hot. Fucking hot. He had been staring at it the entire time, it could explain his ruthless movements. Elijah was so deep inside you that his dick’s imprint could be seen from the outside. You were now watching the bulge on your abdomen as it filled you fully then retreated, in again and out. It was fucking hot. Your legs spread wider for him and tightly wrapped themselves around his hips. Breathing was a bit of a chore at this moment, every thrust made you feel like he’d tear you apart. 

Your eyes had started to water and your mouth was salivating. Your back arched upwards towards him and he took the hint, his head lowered close enough to take a nipple in his mouth. You were meant to take it all — take the thrusts, the nipple sucks and bites, the choking — like a good girl. So good. Actually you’d be the best girl because you wanted to please him in every way. 

“Eli…more please.” You weakly begged. 

You knew if you wanted him to listen, you’d need to do more than that. He knew it too which is why he didn’t respond, he just stared at you. To motivate you, he bit down on your nipple but this only made you moan. He removed the hand on your throat and leisurely slid it down your body, hovering right above your clit. He stared at you expectantly. 

“Put it there.” 

His fingers grazed the protruding sensitive nub which earned him a sigh and gasp. “Where are your manners dear?” 

“Please Eli. Please.” 

A small smirk was his response to you. You felt it before you saw it– the slap on your clit that made your hips jolt. He did it again when he saw your reaction. Once again, you tried to move away from him. That smile was so deceiving, he was thoroughly enjoying this. This time he flicked the nub then rolled it between his thumb and pointer finger. You were so caught up in the action that you hadn’t prepared for him to palm you rapidly, making good use of that vampire speed. You didn’t even last a minute, you were moaning loudly as you came undone, a bit of pee even escaped you. 

You may have orgasmed but he hadn’t and it was his turn. While he was getting you off, he had stilled his actions so now he wanted his fun. He pulled out of you and released your hands then flipped you over to your stomach. You laid there and waited to see what he’d do next. You couldn’t see anything unless you looked back so you had to rely on your other senses. 

Tap. Tap tap. You didn’t need to look to know what that was, he was slapping your ass cheeks with his dick. He sandwiched himself between both cheeks, rubbing himself against them. He sighed and then slowly inserted it in your pussy. There was no restraint, he was already balls deep and had no intention of slowing down or stopping to give you a break. He was chasing his own high — your walls weren’t helping the situation, they grasped him firmly in place  — and would get what he wanted no matter what. 

His movements now had no definite rhythm, he slowed then sped so you knew he was close. You reached back to your ass and spread your cheeks apart for him slightly. There was nothing to say, only do. He pushed your back down and used his speed to mercilessly pound into you. Your moans were being drowned out by his own. He was getting closer. His fingers reached around you and found your clit, he toyed around with the nub and your folds. 

His lips were next to your neck, nibbling on the flesh, then he whispered, “Will you cum for me again?” 

You nodded your head rapidly, “Yes. Please make me.” 

“Shall I coat your pretty pink walls white with my cum darling? Would you like that?” 

“Fuck yes. Eli please.” 

“Then empty me. Tighten those walls and squeeze every last drop.” 

“I’ll be a good girl and do it for you.” 

Several more thrusts plus a few more vulgarities and he erupted in tandem with you. Elijah let out a loud groan as he filled you up — as promised — to the brim with him cum. He stayed there for a few minutes then slowly pulled out. Some semen threatened to escape but he used his fingers to shove it back inside your cunt. The sight of you laid out on your stomach with your pussy full of his cum was giving him ideas. Feral ones that is. 

“You did so well darling.” He praised as he lifted you up. He sat down on the built-in shower seat and pulled you into his lap. 

You offered a soft smile then leaned into him for a kiss which he happily obliged you with. His arms rested on your hips and yours on his shoulders. It was slow and sweet then after a moment you both pulled away. 

“I hope you’re not tired yet. I still want more.” You told him, gently caressing his face. 

“I’d never tire of you. Besides I shall need to fill your womb if you’re to fall pregnant once again.” 

“You say the most romantic things.” 

Elijah chuckled and kissed your forehead. “You enjoy the filth, I’m merely indulging you.” 

You knew that was a lie. He absolutely loved the dirty talk, aside from your looks, it turned him on but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. 

“If you say so.” You hid your smile then added, “Let’s play a game of ‘fill her up’.” 

So you both did once again. Two more rounds were in the shower but you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves so one more was in the bathroom, on that bench. You had to shower separately otherwise you’d never leave. Once you were fresh and had been fucked to your heart’s content, you laid in bed and waited as he went to check on Alex. 

Your hand rubbed your abdomen at the thought of another child. You wanted one and so did he but there was no rush, it was rather fun trying to make one. Elijah was back and in bed next to you, he reached for your body and pulled you close to him. His lips left a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst his hands rubbed your back in small circles. He was happy and content with the life he had, he’d never change a thing but he wouldn’t refuse the idea of a bigger family with you. 

“I love you Y/N.” He said as he stroked your arm softly. 

Your face was snuggled into his chest so your reply came out muffled. You lifted your head up and looked at him, “I love you Eli.” 

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[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Taking the Host Club to a Chuck E Cheese

AN: I just watched John Oliver do a special on Chuck E Cheese , it was HILARIOUS, and *boom* inspiration. Also, I’m only imagining the Chuck E Cheese from MY childhood, late 90′s early 2000′s. 

Haruhi: “Is this food even edible?” Haruhi would be annoyed that you wasted her afternoon that she had planned to get caught up on house chores. Even when you or the Host Club offered to pay for everything, she was still not impressed. She played a few of the arcade games, and eventually revealed the last time she had been to a Chuck E Cheese was when a kid in her class had a birthday party at one. She and her parents all went, and she remembered having a good time. Haruhi was somehow given everyone’s tickets. She picked out a stuffed animal for a neighbor kid who recently broke his arm. She would not go back again nor recommend.

Kaoru: He snuck backstage and somehow managed to get the animatronics to sing songs not appropriate for children. He also spent a ridiculous amount of time taking pictures and making memes to send in his, Hikaru’s, and Haruhi’s group chat. He would not go back again nor recommend.

Honey: Honey enjoyed manipulating the staff members into thinking he was a kid so he could get away with being a little shit. He snuck extra food (that Mori took away), he cheated at games, ran through the climbing playground and knocked kids over, and boo-ed the robots Kaoru messed with. All of Honey’s rat knowledge comes from Ratatouille and Chuck E Cheese.  He would not go back again nor recommend.

Hikaru: He paid the kid in the Chuck E Cheese costume 2 weeks’ worth of salary to borrow the costume. Hikaru almost backed out after smelling it, but knew the prank would be worth it. Spent the next two hours terrorizing small children, and chasing them around. He was disappointed when he discovered that his amount of terrorizing the children was actually less than what the restaurant actually manages to do simply by existing. He would not go back again nor recommend.

Mori: A nervous wreck. The eyes of the robots are following him, and he is not a fan. Mori also kept on losing Honey, and he was stressed Honey was going to get lost in the rat palace. Plus, the person in the rat costume freaked him out. This image of Chuck gave him nightmares. He would not go back again nor recommend.

Kyoya: Would NOT go in. Are you kidding me? He would look the place up, see THIS picture, or any picture to be honest, and not even deign you with a response. He is a rich boy, and you want him to eat food cooked and served by a RAT? Hell no. Plus, there would be so many goddamn running and screaming children. Absolutely not. He would make your broke ass pay for his therapy bills having to experience this child’s rat casino. He would not go back again nor recommend.

Tamaki: One of the said running and screaming children. He would be pulling everyone all around, challenging them to games, trying to win prizes, absolutely determined to win whatever the latest grand prize was, even though he could probably just go to the store and buy 100 of them. Whoever is chaperoning him, please don’t let him eat the pizza. Anything prepackaged is fine, but nothing that is “cooked” at the establishment. He would not go back again nor recommend.

[apoptoses]

Armand/Daniel!!

7. Which one is the worst driver?

13. Which one makes a bigger deal of birthdays?

Which one is the worst driver?

Oh god, Daniel, absolutely. The guy was an anxious wreck during the chase years, his sleep schedule was fucked, he drank to cope. When he did have his shit together he had Armand around distracting him. It's a wonder he lived long enough to see Lestat's concert and didn't fall asleep at the wheel and get t-boned instead.

And like Armand always has him in major cities, right? Which are a pain in the ass to drive in. One way streets, parallel parking, street signs he can't even read depending on the country. I bet he loved the luxury of their relationship partly because it meant not having to get behind the wheel and navigate another confusing city on 5 hours of sleep, a shot of whiskey, and Armand's blood to keep him alert LOL

As a vampire? He's flighty and distractable when freshly turned, then too hyper-fixated later to get out of the basement much less drive. Maybe now that he's in his right mind he'd be fine but I see him as a guy who drives for pleasure, not for actual transport. So he'd hit the open highways in the middle of the night and leave the stressful downtown stuff to a pro. Or an uber. Or like, just take advantage of Armand with the cloud gift and skip the drive altogether.

Which one makes a bigger deal of birthdays?

Armand Armand Armand.

He probably doesn't remember his own birthday, right? And then he was trafficked, and then spent centuries in Les Innocents. I don't see him allowing the vampires at the theater to 'celebrate' him even in a sarcastic sort of way, and then Louis was too checked out to hit the Victorian version of chuck e cheese and let him heal his inner child lol

So with Daniel I think he'd see a great opportunity to explore the notion of the 'birthday' party, much to Daniel's chagrin. Because for one of them it's a fun new experience but for the other it's a reminder of the slow march into aging and eventually death.

And while at first being thrown a drunken birthday blowout at Studio 54 by his vampire boyfriend would be fun at first, eventually Daniel would feel like a pet whose parent is throwing them a party. More for Armand than for him. So I think they'd have fought about it quite a lot (and then fought more when Daniel wanted to celebrate his turning as his new 'birthday' since Armand saw that as his funeral).

Now I think they'd have reached a common ground on it. Daniel gets to state his boundaries and preferences Armand must stay within, and then Armand can pick the rest. And they pick a 'birthday' for Armand and celebrate that too. But Armand's an event planner, his shindigs for Daniel are always the bigger deal.

[roipecheur]

...did marvel seriously kill Frank off just to make a new Punisher?

So, this made me look up Joe Garrison, because I've not been following Marvel that closely beyond DD as of late, and I was actually not aware. Afaik, Frank zapped himself into some fucked up hellscape world at the end of the last Punisher run (which s u c k e d and I hope it gets retconned entirely), so he's not really dead, but it seems like Marvel is, at least for now, claiming that they've retired him. In true comic book fashion, though, it seems like they've given him a way to come back. I mean. Dead characters come back all the time in comics to the point where it's one of the things they're known for, and Frank isn't even dead.

As for Joe Garrison:

Extremely funny to me that his last name is Garrison

In Punisher '87, they had Lynn Michaels and Payback as alternative Punishers, including in an arc where Frank was supposed to be dead, and they didn't stick around. Frank did.

Frank, as some articles claim, also had "problematic baggage", meaning that right-wing paramilitary idiots and the police liked to co-opt his symbol. As a new character, Joe Garrison is supposed to be less "problematic" and have a clean slate. But listen. Listen. This is not going to stop people from co-opting the Punisher symbol. Even if they're trying to make this carbon copy of Frank (who also lost his wife and family) less brutal and more compassionate, he's still got a (vaguely redesigned) skull on his chest, and he's still out there shooting people for vengeance, and, oh yeah, he's still called the Punisher.

Punisher 2020 really read like, "hmmmm there are some unfortunate implications to the way certain people are relating to Frank's character, so rather than address those in a satisfying way that makes sense, we're going to nuke his characterization and stick him in hellscape land for a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ amount of time." Seeing Marvel go from Punisher: Kill Krew to that was so disappointing bro. Like watching a fucking train wreck.

Yeah, Frank has baggage, but you know what he also has? History. Flavor. He's a product of his original context and the time when he was created, and there are ways to adapt that for modern readers that fucking work. (Netflix!Frank did a bang up job of this tbh). Joe Garrison is a former SHIELD agent rather than a war vet. Imo about half the point of Frank's character is how the war taught him violence and he resorted to that as his only response to grief, and it really seems like Marvel thought it was a good idea to copy Frank and sand down all his edges.

As a silver lining, it looks like we're going to see more of MCU Frank in Disney+ Daredevil. Now that the writers and actors have won their strike and with it better working conditions that will hopefully give more respect to their skills, I am tentatively hopeful that it will be better than what the synopsis of Disney+ DD sounded like before (😬). Don't know how much Frank will be in it yet, but maybe this will inspire a little more interest in the character, and we will get another 616 run of Frank at his best: getting forcibly befriended by every child, dog, and senior citizen he encounters in between episodes of gratuitous violence. 😎✌

On a final note, if Marvel wanted to separate Frank from the disturbing amount of people that seem to take him for real-life inspiration--which is the wrong idea to have about any comic book vigilante, lethal or otherwise--all they gotta do is give him a new hot dude version of Microchip and make them fuck like rabbits. Every right-winger who likes the Punisher would immediately drop him like a hot coal. But Marvel won't do that because they're cowards.

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Retro-Janeing: chapters 12 and 13

Enter Irene, my least favorite character of this whole story. I do actually think I dislike Irene even more than grandmother, and for the same reason Jane does: with Grandmother, you know where you stand. She doesn't like you and she'll make that obvious. Irene pretends to not be as poisonous as she actually is, and it's never quite established if it's deliberate artifice or if she genuinely doesn't see herself as poisonous and manipulative.

From the start, we get evocative and unpleasant verbs for Irene. She pounces on Jane. Her laughter is a gurgle. Later on she'll purr over Andrew, a verb which somehow gives me the creeps when applied to a human woman and not a cat. This is LMM in her element, using every aspect of her craft to bring us an image of a dreadful person.

Also I think if someone had tried to call me "lovey" at 11 I would have hated them instantly.

Anyway, Irene is subtly but firmly trying to make Jane feel unwanted right from the get go. This girl is 11 and you don't know her. There is literally no good reason to tell her "I told your dad not to send for you." Again, I can't quite tell if Irene is treating Jane like a grownup and expecting her to have the emotional maturity to handle this kind of thing or if she's trying to make Jane feel bad on purpose. (Also, what does she want to happen here? Does she want Jane to feel like she's a burden and ask to go home early?)

Side observation: what the hell was the Stuarts' home life like as children? "I've always been more like a mother to him" is a weird thing to say about your brother when your shared mom was alive and well at least into both of your adulthoods. Was their mother like this as well? Did she and Irene get along? This whole thing is just weird to me. Irene also has a different last name -- is she widowed? Or do she and Andrew actually have different fathers and that’s why there's such an age gap?

"One really couldn't expect a lovely little doll like her to be a cook...or a manager either for that matter and I told your father that often enough." I'm going to immediately retract something I said last chapter. Yes, Robin had her ideas about love influenced by her mother, but Robin thinks that Andrew's ideas of love are influenced by Irene. Robin thinks Irene has fully poisoned Andrew against her and that any connection between her and Jane will reflect badly on Jane. I hate Irene so much.

"I hope you'll have a good sleep, lovey. You don't know what it means to me to have you sleeping under my roof...Andrew's little girl...my only niece. And I was always so fond of your mother...but...well, I don't quite think she ever really liked me. I always felt she didn't, but I never let it make any difference between us. She didn't like to see me and your father talking much together...I always realized that. She was so much younger than your father...a mere child...it was natural for him to turn to me for advice as he'd always been used to do. He always talked things over with me first. She was a little jealous, I think...she could hardly help that, being Mrs Robert Kennedy's daughter. Never let yourself be jealous, Janie. It wrecks more lives than anything else. Here's a puff, lovey, if you're chilly in the night. A wet night in P. E. Island is apt to be cool. Good night, lovey." Again, this is not something you say to an 11 year old girl you don't know. Irene has known Jane for, what, an hour at absolute most? And look, we aren't told outright, but Jane clearly looks unwell, yeah? She's exhausted, miserable, and hasn't eaten in weeks. LMM is very big on characters' emotional states impacting their appearance, so we can infer that right now Jane probably looks awful. This is really not the time to be dumping painful family history on her, much less this kind of thing. I take back every mean thing I've ever thought about Andrew -- he is stunningly well adjusted for having Irene as a parental figure and behavioral model.

In the morning Jane continues to refuse food, and realistically at this point she should be feeling dizzy and nauseous from lack of food. Even a "Jane felt ill at the very thought of eating now," would convey the actual physical consequences of going without food for so long. And, although she of course expresses it in the worst way possible, I for once agree with Irene that Jane does need to actually eat something. Of course, Irene does it by scolding and condescending and entirely failing to read Jane's mood. I think there's actually a subtle theme going through all of Irene's appearances that she thinks she's good at reading people and seeing what they feel but actually she's dreadful at it.

But at last Andrew arrives and we are given a reprieve from Irene. And finally Jane gets a compliment that's not immediately followed by a backhanded insinuation!

He also is the first person to grant Jane any actual agency. He may have ignored it when writing the initial letter, but when actually speaking to her he takes the time to ask her what she would like to be called and how she is feeling.

(Sidenote that I just thought of: is "Jane Victoria" what they called her when she was young? I'd assumed Robin did it as a favor to her mother, but Irene also called her that and I don't feel like Irene would acknowledge grandmother at all unless she had to. Unless Irene is playing 5-D chess to try and tie Jane to her grandmother as strongly as possible? Again, I can't actually figure out what Irene wants here.)

Also I am starting to build an image of what LMM's ideal romantic lead is at this point in her life and "drives an old, unreliable car" is definitely a criterion. Is our Maud secretly into grease stains and the smell of petrol? Get this woman a guy in coveralls with a rag hanging out his back pocket stat.

[transgendervelma]

I have seen like, people write entire novels about Nagato and why he was right and why nothing he said was wrong soooo here’s my two cents in just a small ramble not really the equivalent of a detailed analysis but w/e.

Konoha made their own monster and he was right that Tsunade is a hypocrite for acting so high and mighty like the great nations can just walk through Amegakure and wreck it and just go “Well glad that’s over sorry about that LOL” and dip like it’s just perfectly natural. I’m not going to get too immaterial in my analysis of that particular part of the manga because it’s really a structural problem inherent in the way that the Shinobi system is designed in the sense that it’s the geopolitical interests of the great Nations and their villages (because once again, hidden villages are not nation states like so many people think they are, they are millitary colonies, they were never designed to function like a nation state, the leaf village is not the United States ya idjit)

Nagato also states verbatim that he does not believe any sort of positive structural change is actually possible whatsoever. The Akatsuki and their original goal of positive revolutionary political change basically died with Yahiko. Technically speaking the Akatsuki is supposed to be following the Eye of the Moon plan which is to replace reality with fantasy, but Nagato very much states that that’s not his plan for the future so I guess he was very much planning to betray Obito in the future (if that’s the case he and Konan should’ve done it much sooner).

Nagato’s entire plan is to essentially take control of all millitary power in the world, engineer a situation in which millions of people will die, and then just wait a few years for it to happen again. This is something that I’ve really seen even people who deeply analyze this series just seem to totally ignore; Nagato’s entire plan is to initiate his own cycle of violence wherein he just lets millions of people die every few years when the pain of loss wears off and gets replaced by the desire for vengeance.

I find it extremely bewildering that so many people rightfully find Itachi detestable for being so bloodthirsty (like dude you did not actually have to kill every man woman child and baby in your clan you’re insane) but when Nagato wants to magnify that and commit genocide on the scale of millions of people just as a start it’s totally justified and hunky dory lol (and fun fact you can say this without being a lame “killing people is always wrong!!111” Konoha apologist)

[doorrobloxstuff]

Guiding Light x Curious Light headcanons...au thingie..

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This was inevitable.

- The guiding light was sent by a moon goddess(or maybe it disappeared to go do it itself.) to keep entities from escaping the hotel. If they ever emerged they would wreck havoc on humankind.

- The curious light was sent/came long AFTER. Maybe it was sent by the goddess to look for the guiding light… maybe the goddess shipped them…Or maybe it just got lost I dunno.

- But it got lost, found by the entities of the rooms and basically forgot what it was doing down there and decided to live with them as roomies.

- Basically, the guiding light goes down there. Gets curious. Opens the door. Meets CL AAAAAND-

- literally the opposite of love at first sight. Slowest slowburn to have ever BURNT. The guiding light is pretty cold and distant at times.

- Its lost so many people to the entities. So many bloodied and horrible agonizing messes..the goddess would never send someone so …pure… to this damned place…right?

-She’ll eventually send for its return, right?

- ..Right?

- The guiding light actually begins to enjoy the curious light after awhile. The curious light isn’t really that overbearing. Prone to excitement over small things? Sure. A bit immature at times? Yes. Absolutely. But never anything really overtly-annoying or tedious.

- Infact, sometimes its lack of overall concern terrifies Guiding light. “I mean.. we can just resurrect them right?”

- Yea.. the entities have normalized it to murder. Whoops. That and it doesn't really understand death because its an undertrained angel who is literally steam-fresh out of heaven.

- HORRIFIED STARING ENSUES.

- It definitely would NEVER trust Cl with a person’s life. But it never really needs too because because CL never interferes with its business.

- But besides from all of that..it can appreciate the presence of another angelic being.

- Long has it missed the Angelic hymns of divine beings. The holy light of another angel. The innocence of another angel..The little things..

- The curious light reminds it of home.

- A friendship blossoms between the the two. Mostly silly banter that often descends into long hymns about the moon and the stars. - Often, the curious light will seek out the company of The Guiding light. And If GL isn't busy, GL will entertain the Curious light's silly musings, antics and occasional yet surprising child-like wisdom that it comes flying out of its mouth. - After good while, the Guiding light will actively seek out the Curious light just to hear what its thinking about today. A short while AFTER that the guiding light begins to engage back in long info-dumps that the curious light will respond with even L O N G E R infodumps. - After awhile, the guiding light begins to become more aware of something..new..bubbling to the surface every time it hears its voice or feels a strange happiness sees the color yellow. -...then the awareness fully kicks in. - gl:

- Confessing ANYTHING is so H A R D for gl to do. But luckily it doesn't have to. The curious light confesses first. - Ran out of ideas here so now its just drabbles. - The curious light is the one who wears the pants in the relationship. The guiding light is simply the one who holds on the critical thinking and braincells. - You know that lesbian/sapphic stereotype where two lesbians move super duper fast and the next thing you know they are already picking out a donor and buying a new house and they've found their soulmate?? Yea that's them. That's these two past the courting phase. They move SUPER DUPER fast. - Also these two love to touch each others wings. I can imagine a tired guiding light finished with its vigil collapsed within the loving hands of the curious light. Stroking its soft wings and murmuring words of comfort whenever the guiding light fails to save another wanderer. - The guiding light is very busy just trying to save the stupid people who wandered in. So these two don’t get to see eachother a lot - Both would share the tiny plane of existence that GL would be on. - Also no, the guiding light is not going to tell the entities about its spouse/partner. They'd believe it to be target numero uno on if the entities ever found out.. and honestly I'd think Rush or Ambush (for stealing prey, harming dupe.ect) would do it.. but the rooms gang, who adore CL would probably retaliate and Rushbush would have a target on their head. - help i ran out of juice enjoy

[trippygalaxy]

i feel like some of these questions conflict themselves/you've already but idk there are a lot and idk how to word them/i can't find them so feel free to ignore them

(i am dyslexic i wholeheartedly thought her love interest's name was lol nyah until i went back to reread it😭)

(i also know nothing about dnd so bear with me. this is like the equivalent of falling in love with one character but never being able actually get into their franchise)

1.) in the nicest way possible, why does grim look like that? because oh my god? that's a lil scary?

a.) does everyone who's a puppet for the voice look like that?

b.) why are the areas around her eyes charred? is it an effect caused by the puppet or was it because of something that happened to her?

c.) why that mask? do all of the voice's puppets have it or is the design specific to her? why does she take it everywhere? is it apart of the "i have no face," thing.

2.) so, in contrast to the voice, it seems that it and grim's personalities differ greatly from what i've seen of them.

a.) after the voice turns someone into a puppet, i know you mentioned they forget all their memories, but do they still have their personalities or are they like a blank sheet?

b.) do puppets have any type of autonomy outside of the voice? would grim be able to go against what the voice is telling her to do in order to help someone?

c.) "if someone is in trouble, i go out of my way to help them." does that willingness to help only extend to certain extents, or would she help anybody and everybody?

3.) because she's a puppet, would she consider the voice a tyrant? does she consider it the law?

a.) does she even remember what the voice did (i. e. the slaughter of the town, all the "horrible acts," etc).

b.) is she like a mindless follower of the voice as though it's a religion/cult, or does she treat it like it's just something she does as a job?

c.) she says no one cab get preferential treatment from the law and that no ones above it. does that extend to everyone no matter the circumstance (i. e. someone is dying but they committed an unrelated crime, it's a poor child who had to steal, etc). is the voice above the law?

4.) once again circling back to the voice being some sort of cult thing.

a.) does it have a following? if so, how big is it? are they trying to build one?

b) "the voice is my savior; i am their guardian." why would the voice need a guardian? is it being threatened by something? if so, what?

c.) can there be multiple guardians/puppets at a time?

d.) based on her backstory, are the voice's means of recruiting puppets by (doing something like) hypnotizing them only?

e.) if the voice is an angel assumedly no longer in the heavens, why does it even care about divine beings being worshipped?

f.) can the voice be killed?

5.) she has trust issues. why?

a.) who are her "allies"?

b.) does she easily make allies? does she even have friends?

c.) did she have friends prior to becoming a puppet?

d.) why can't she have a name or face? is it dangerous or is it because it'll encourage the voice's puppets to stop working for it?

e.) are statues like grim the only way the voice gets it's puppets?

6.) is ki like the mana of this world?

a.) are all puppets monks?

b.) what's (a) aasimar?

c.) she's of divine blood. does it come with other powers aside from those listed? to what extent does it make her immortal?

7.) aside from having it's own agenda, does the voice still do things under the thoughts of working for their god/s or deities?

a.) why is it using puppets to do it's bidding? are there not other ways to wreck havoc/get what it wants without them?

b.) does it still look like an angel, or has it been horribly disfigured? do they even have a face, or is it in a similar situation to it's puppets ("i have no name, no face.")?

8.) why was grim so different from the other statues?

a.) what made the sculptors design her so human?

a.) what made her so special to the voice? wouldn't the other sculptures be prime candidates as well?

b.) why was she being offered to nobles?

9.) you mentioned grim has difficulty trusting her allies. is she the same with lolnye? is their romantic interest in each other one-sided or reciprocated?

a.) is lolnye under the voice as well, or is she her own independent person?

b.) what does she look like? what's her personality?

c.) what made lolnye and grim meet? can they fall into a trope (enemies to lovers, a little more than coworkers, etc)?

d.) what was lolnye's upbringing like? did she even have one, or was she just created like grim?

OKAY SO I DEF NEED TO SLIP THIS UP INTO LIKE TWO, MAYBE THREE PARTS WHICH I LOVE

WOOOW, HOWW RUDE!! TLDR: Her Divine blood/abilities aren't made for her mortal form which...caused her to burn her! A.) No! Grim's look and appearance is unique to her and her alone! B.) Her areas around her eyes are charred because of her Radiant Consumption! The bright divine light that shines from her eyes is too much for her half mortal body! She over used her divine abilities which caused her eyes to go white and to burn around her eyes. Its hurts like a bitch but The Voice is persistent about her using it. C.) (NOT LORE: The mask is also because of her dnd SubClass as a monk.) The mask is specific to her and her alone, but Grim doesn't know that. The mask is like her face in a way, that is how she 'wants' to be perceived and it is def apart of the 'I have no face' thing! As she (and The Voice) sees it, to have a face and name means that you can be remembered and to be remembered means that youre important. She, Grim, is not important, she is simply a vessel to carry out the plans of The Voice.

Really? Hmm, interesting >:3 A.) Grim is actually the only 'Puppet' that has had their memories erased :D. B.) Grim does have control over her own body and she could go against The Voice BUT why would she? If The Voice, the 'reincarnation of mercy', deemed someone not worth saving, why should she question them? C.) If this person was a horrible person/deemed unworthy by The Voice Grim wouldn't even glance their way, other than that she's more than willing to get her hands dirty to save someone.

Grim considers The Voice the Law, cause she (Grim) isn't a person. A.) Grim has NO memory of her past. She doesn't remember her origins or the sins of The Voice, The Voice made sure of that. B.) A little bit of both! She follows the order of The Voice like a mindless follower, worshiping the divine light that is The Voice. But she also does consider this like her job! She seeks out the ills of the world and purges them from the earth. (Grim is a weird mix of The Grim Reaper, a plague doctor and a vigilante?) C.) HMMMMM TOUGH QUESTION MMMMMMMMM okay, the voice is above the Law to Grim considering that they are a....ya know a divine being! I do think that Grim has a soft spot for children and animals, so she does kinda go against The Voice when it comes to hurting one of those two!

:3 A.) It does have a following! It is was rather big before The Voice was sealed but after that it quickly dwindled. Now its just a small group of people. It IS trying to regrow its following! B.) The Voice doesn't really need a guardian but plants that seed of thought into Grim's brain to reinforce their dynamic and (toxic) bond. But there are higher beings (aka gods/deities) that go against/hate the voice. (Those are the ones who Sealed them away.) C.) The Voice considers all of their followers as their 'puppets' but Grim hasn't met another 'puppet' like her, aka a military/force/guardian. So as she (and we know), Grim is the only guardian but isn't the only puppet. D.) Its less hypnotizing and more emotional and mental manipulation! They use their heavenly status to just...be a DICK to everyone!! The Voice goes after those in need/naive or just weakminded people, they manipulate them (potential puppets) into believe that The Voice are their savoir! (The Voice isn't against blackmailing/ death threats to convert people either :D) E.) Because even if they aren't in heaven, they still SEE themselves as a divine being and despises the idea of being seen as any less than that! CLASSIC NARCISSIST MOVE!! F.) .....Hehehehehe......

[crimson-phantom-designs]

Little snippet of the one-shot I'm working on. "The Things Children Do"

Oh my God. This crack story. XD But it's some light heartedness to ease the tension of the main story rn.

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"Timothy... here we have manners." Ebenezer's calm voice laced a warning. "Find a place to plant yourself while adults have a conversation."

"Yes Sir, Mr.Scrooge..." He sounded much more controlled, perhaps recognizing that tone as he then add after a pause. "Um, Dr.Osman?... Why you got chains hooked to the bed?"

"It's- eh- well-" Francis clicked his tongue running his fingers through his long hair, glancing at the collar in his hands. "For the dog."

"EXCUSE ME?!-" Ebenezer cut him a sharp, ireful stare. What Francis retorted to with an equal one back.

"Ebenezer... if somethings been damaged, l'll hold you personally responsible..." He hissed through grit teeth. "Get it out. Now."

"I'm handling it, thank you very much..." Ebenezer spoke soft, raising a wiseacre stare to his retaliative expression. He add lifting both brows with a slow blink. "...And this is why it's fool hearty to fill a house with overly lavished things you're paranoid will get damaged when they're actually used. It's like a museum in here... Furniture never sat on, piano that's never played, books never read, it's nonsensical."

"Because some of these are antique family heirlooms..." Francis lowered his brow with a sharp stare before his observant gaze surveyed the room. "And it's called taking pride and care of one's abode. It's why I elected to never have children- or animals -to mar my things." He growled lowly as he stooped to readjust the cushions back in semblanced order on the sitting room chairs, brushing the mahogany enlaid trim of the furniture as he continued. "I'd fair to assume this child's home is a wreck the way it scrambles, picks and tosses about... Doesn't your employee have an entire litter of these?"

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@purgratoriat @rom-e-o

[xadoheandterra]

S H A T T E R E D

Series: Purple Stars (formerly Shattered and Stuck)

Title: S H A T T E R E D Fandom: Undertale Scenes: I | II Characters: Wing Dings Aster, Sans Tags: Horror, body horror, graphic depictions of a violent nature, zalgo text Summary: Wing Dings Aster, Gaster, made an incalculable error. In that error the Void swallowed Reality. Aster, in turn, swallowed the Void, and Reality with it. The results were not wholly expected, and yet not wholly bad either. At least he had a way to stop it now. Once, you know, he could recall who the fuck he was and stopped another War from wrecking everything.

Sometimes Aster wondered if Font and Star Clan ever regretted adopting him. Hope knew Aster regretted himself enough as is, especially with becoming nothing more than 'Mage-trash' in the aftermath of everything. He was never going to live this down.

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Explosions rocketed the C.O.R.E. facility as the thermal-generating structure began to strain under the force of the experiment. They'd only just turned the damn thing on a month ago--they'd only just began harvesting the ley line in the increased capacity the previous C.O.R.E. project could never have achieved. The magical energies were necessary, though. The projected numbers were needed if they were ever to expand out of this cave system, back to the surface, back to the stars. Aster's eyelights dimmed as he watched hard work begin to crumble, as the generator dragged and dug deeper beyond the ley line. This was not within the predictions. This was not expected.

Another explosion rocketed through the facility with a sudden burst of flame and heat, and one of the interior walls collapsed. Aster stood stock still as his subordinates ran and fled from the building, although not everyone could or did escape. He could see a fair few slowly dusting, even more slowly turning into piles of ooze as raw magical energy overloaded their systems. It was such an utter failure, yet another mistake on a pile of mistakes. He clenched his broken hands together tight, felt the way his bones ground against one another and let the pain drag him back into focus.

Despite his efforts everything Aster touched failed. He failed Asgore and Toriel with the human child. He failed Asgore with his son. He failed to stop the Mages from sealing them in this space, from hurting his Queen. He failed to stop Rivers, and Grillby, and Gerson from drifting away. He failed to stop his own son from suffering the horrors of War out of sheer ignorance. He failed to stop himself.

Aster always failed to stop himself most of all.

With a slow turn, Aster began to stride through the facility as explosions went off at random intervals. He had to make sure at least most of the staff made it out safe. Alphys and Sans would have the emergency protocols for who would take over what projects in the event of a catastrophe such as this--at least he had those protocols made, even if Sans had to bully him into putting them together. The threat of not getting a family day with Papyrus had worked wonders in motivating Aster to actually getting the paperwork finished in time, so he knew at least those two would be able to handle things in his inevitable absence.

This section of the lab would be cordoned off. Aster would see to it personally; he'd make sure the barriers were raised and would last long enough for the effects to hopefully dissipate. If they didn't, he'd written down to Sans to bring Rivers to the area. If anything they could make sure the V̶̢͕̔́ó̴͂͜į̶̮̚d̵̢̯͌ spread no further, and ensure that it wouldn't corrupt the ley line above it. Once everyone had been properly evacuated, and Aster would be sure of it, he'd turn to making sure the machine was shut down for good. Even if he had to destroy the damn thing himself, he would stop this before it spread any further.

Aster stepped into the security office and up to the camera's that overlooked every portion of the lab. With barely a strain on his own magic he began to send his Hands to the trapped monsters within. Several worked to free them, several more directed them to safety. He looked through each screen methodically, moved through patterns with haste and concentration as quickly as he could. Alphys had evacuated first thing, took with her a good chunk of the upper level staff. Smart girl. Aster knew he'd chosen well when he'd chosen her. Most of the lower level staff were unfortunately beyond saving; the air was rife with dust, or thick with goop, and Aster moved on from rooms whose cameras refused to even work from the rising magical energy. Anyone there would be ash by this point, or a puddle of liquid.

Security room beta held a flurry of activity, the room that contained the power and maintenance equipment for the additional C.O.R.E. amplification device that they'd just powered up. No one, feasibly, should be in the room. Aster had flicked the switches remotely with a Hand as he had wanted to see the device power on with his own sockets. Sans had been with him at the time, and the first of the explosions had separated them. Aster had not seen his oldest on any of the cameras, either, now that he thought about it. He hoped Sans had already gotten out, that the boy was smart and took a shortcut between. While it was dangerous, dipping metatarsals into the V̶̢͕̔́ó̴͂͜į̶̮̚d̵̢̯͌ like that, short bouts that his boy could do were safe enough and Aster had long decided it was not worth the headache arguing with the boy over it.

A few buttons, a few switches, and Aster pulled up the security footage of room beta. He needed to know which foolish employee thought to mess with the room, and then he needed to remove them as quickly as possible b̵y̸ ̵a̶n̸y̸ ̴m̵e̴a̶n̶s̷ ̸n̸e̸c̶e̴s̴s̸a̵r̷y̸. His sockets narrowed as the feed pulled up, static interference from the nearby over-saturation of magical energy made it difficult to make out at first. White lab coat, obviously not one of the interns then, but also white structure outside of the lab coat which told Aster nothing of importance. It wasn't until the form turned and he caught sight of cyan-yellow-blue out of a singular eye and everything in Aster stilled.

"Sans," Aster breathed, and without thought he ran from the room. There was too much magic in the air, especially that close to the C.O.R.E. Sans was too fragile. Sans would dust, or worse, the over-saturation would twist him even further. The boy had enough magical prowess, enough power, that any further twisting upon his SOUL could be detrimental to his health and if anything Aster was dedicated to making sure his boys were healthy, once he understood. Once he knew.

He can still remember finding Sans in that battlefield, bones soaked red, a fine layer of dust and blood mimicking the viscera of a human. The rictus grin on his skull, the empty sockets with eyelights off. He can still remember the feel of the ground between his metatarsals, how it made him pleasured sick at so much destruction, at such a curious display of violence and ingenuity. He'd almost been distracted by the corpses if it still weren't for the soft words that urged him onward, the ones that sent him here in the first place.

"The Mages have a young skeleton captive. Bring him to me."

He can still remember the feel of baby bones phalanges in his hand, of the spark of like-magic-familiarty that surged through him. He can still remember the moment the eyelights flickered on. The moment Sans first looked at him, eyes wide in wonder.

"S̶a̷n̶s̷!̶" Aster yelled as an explosion rocketed him into a wall. It nearly brought the door down to security room beta. Aster was lucky one of his Hands formed in time to stop the collapse, while another reached out and grabbed Sans by the back of his lab coat. "Foolish boy, get out of here!" Aster tried to stand. He slouched instead. His side hurt for a moment, then felt numb.

Oh that wasn't g̷͓͗ô̴̲ǒ̵͖d̴̰̆.

"Dad?!" Sans yelled, one reached out toward him as one of Aster's Hands dragged the boy backward, out, away.

"G̷̙̯̑ō̴͎̓!̷͉̗̜͒" Aster snapped back, and with force shoved Sans back with magic, urged the Hand to take him to safety. He didn't stare at his fingers, didn't watch the way they melted for a moment as he lost all feeling in his hands. He could not let the terror consume him.

You've not had much feeling there in a long time anyway, Aster reminded himself sharply. His right hand had always been the worse off of the damage. He dragged himself forward, Sans' screams urged him onward toward the C.O.R.E. project. He had to get this done. He had to shut this off, destroy it, q̸u̴a̷r̸a̴n̷t̶i̸n̸e̶ ̵i̵t̵. He ignored the way his SOUL shuddered beneath his breast. He ignored the feel of magic on his bones, of V̶̢͕̔́ó̴͂͜į̶̮̚d̵̢̯͌ in his marrow. He ignored how hard it was to move.

This is nothing, Aster told himself silently. T̵h̶i̶s̵ ̷i̶s̷ ̴n̴o̵t̶h̸i̴n̸g̷.̶

It was everything. He had never felt so scared in all his life, the moment he saw Sans in that saturated room. He'd never felt more terrified as more and more of himself became numb and number. He would die here, or be mutated, or changed, or twisted and Aster did not know what to expect with the outcome only that it was an outcome he could not predict. How fascinating, he thought only for a moment, before he shuttered his need to know with years of practice.

Fascinating, horrifying, i̶t̴ ̴n̵e̸e̸d̴e̸d̸ ̷t̵o̶ ̶s̵t̶o̷p̸.

It needed to S̵̢̆ ̵̝̈T̵̤̈ ̵̰́O̸̢̊ ̷̘͂P̵̜̽.̶͓̚

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The V̶̢͕̔́ó̴͂͜į̶̮̚d̵̢̯͌ swallowed all.

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Á̸̱͕s̵̺̀t̵̗͉͒ȅ̵͙ṙ̵̳̺ ̴̢̘̃s̵̫͔̀͘w̷̠͆å̷̠l̶̳̓l̴̹̱̒͝ỏ̶̲w̸̧̪͊ȅ̴̦d̵̡͛ͅ ̴̲͐͂t̴̗̊͑h̴̭̻̀ē̴̳ ̸͎͓̅͋V̶͙̓͒ͅȯ̶̻̆i̵̝̖͘d̷̼̀͂.̴̢̼̀

[fetabathwater]

so is amma a changeling/dopplerganger? or is she actually a tiefling? and like how old is she did she study away was she always in the cult like sorry im really interested in her... bewitched me body and soul etc

okay i rambled and took like 4 days to answer this so UNDER THE CUT

she is a tieflingggggg and that's what she's sticking with! if/when she does 'change shape' or w/e its a uhhh . spell. i forgot the name of it. disguise shape spell LMAO. but its only got a handful of variations compared to like. the mask of the shapeshifter yknow. okay so my like concept of amma and the winding water is that when "amity the first" is sent to investigate some like bhaalist pop up, bc its been a while since theyve been active but hey you cant trust a bhaalist. the first however convinces these like weeping devoted weirdo bhaalists that shes one of them, dives into the water and retrieves a babe from the like long dead watery remains of bhaal, but it's not really a child. like just some sort of . ok im losing words i was gonna say jellybean LOL but like equivalent of holding a very warm piece of light in hand. like divinity. and it's the weirdest thing for the first because bhaal literally wrecked personal havoc for a good few hundred years, pre and post death, and he's technically still dead by this point too when like they shouldn't be finding anymore spawn really popping up (or at least ones with enough divinity to warrant watching over in case of death and then resurrection of father dearest). but the divinity is warm and small and sweet, nothing like what the first had experienced with the crisis. and when the first like breaks through the surface of the river with a child pulled from bhaal's remains, it more than anything puts a good amount of fear back into them.

because the gods are Very Real, still, apparently, despite the spellplague and troubles causing all kinds of havoc around them. the first gets to the shore with this child who is not a child but is all at once, just a formation of river remains, bone, blood, weeds.

but this not-child opens its eyes and looks at her and as it grows, the first starts to notice it resembles her. not completely, there are some things that even the weirdness but also lack of magic can't replace when someone is created from their father's bones. yet horns grow, and a tail, and the child is a tiefling, by all accounts. the child is kind of hers.

as for like. how amma gets Educated™ and shizz, raised by the first and primistresses. introduced to maiming biting killing etc. definitely comes into her magic girl moment early as well, divine soul and all that (but evul!). amma is a weird quiet kid, takes well to like. everything outside the bhaalist attempts to foster their perfect little bhaalspawn considering it failed the last few times. attends like idk random ass colleges or like academies for one yr or smth. just randomly appears in the back of a class, learns, leaves. i would think it would be hilarious if she was at blackstaff academy in neverwinter and gale was there too at some point LMAO like lets start that rivalry off early. as far as like 'adopted' by another family goes, that did happen kind of, but she was also introduced to other bhaalist peers like torlin silvershield (who assisted with bringing back bhaal rip to gorions ward ig), thalamra vanthampur (funded the dead three when elturel was pulled into the hells), nysene eomane, rillyn family and other mostly devil worshipping families because its baldurs gate. you can throw a stone and like not 3ft from you hit someone who rly shouldnt worship a dang devil or god like.

granted she's not living this upper city lifestyle - these people are coming to the lower city, her domain. not an assassin for hire, but like, easy to bait and intrigue. is Known™ to some people but like do they want to know about her? probably not. especially when they see her collection of preserved. idk. eyeballs? spleens? choose a body part?

but amma is mostly just idling her and studying and picking up skills around the place, doing some sightseeing, maybe some unfortunate stabbing. the first kind of does try to get her into like. a family or two while amma is a wee child but there are uncontrollable urges and then combined with the blend of a child's emotional reaction and sharp objects and loud noises, it just becomes best for this kid to not be fostered. THERE WERE GOOD TIMES but there were also more bad than good. which is unfortunate and the first adds it to a long list of regrets. but amma pretty much starts going to these places and doing these things in her teens, well until what she remembers as like her late 20s early 30s, before returning to the temple of bhaal in baldurs gate. taking over. you come to me on the day of my daughter's wedding (has no daughter). freshly slaughtered class blood all over her and then like takes control of the bhaalist temple.

fucks around. finds out. in her downtime honestly still finds herself picking up books and whatever - debates attending lectures and the like at public forums. goes to a museum. looks at the sculptures. uses one for a weapon. moves on. culture !

[valleyfthdolls]

talk to me about fnaf. tell me your headcanons

Okay, let’s see.

I do and will continue to until explicitly disproven believe that Cassidy was the victim of the bite of ‘83. This theory isn’t one I like to debate because people are SO awful about me not taking MatPat’s word as law but if you’re curious about why I believe the tag where I keep my fnaf interpretations is #story interpretation. I briefly went over the theory in that post, though certain parts of it are outdated nowadays as it’s been confirmed by the character guide that it was the crying child having nightmares, not the older brother/Michael Afton as I’d theorized. I guess I’ll have to file that away under theories that I can’t really believe anymore but still like to think and talk about along with my 2021 “Gregory and Vanny will be revealed to be brother and sister” theory which I still use for canon divergent AU fics. Also, if you’re interested in the Cassidy theory I could talk a little bit more about it, or if you’d like to share your interpretation of the crying child’s fate and identity I would be free to listen.

I imagine that the trauma the crying child witnessed was likely Elizabeth’s death. I think I touched on this in my fnaf 4 interpretation post, but it makes a lot about the family dynamic fall into place. Seeing Baby brutally kill his sister would be enough to traumatize him severely enough that he spends his days in mourning, emotionally overwhelmed and hurt enough to be reduced to tears at the slightest provocation. It explains the constant fear he holds as well, especially of the animatronics- again, he watched one of them violently grab his sister, pull her inside it, and crush her to death. He wouldn’t then be scared of the characters, but just the robots, which is a perfect 1:1 for his behavior in game. At the same time, Michael has just lost his sister, and his brother has become an emotional wreck. Having learned shitty behaviors from their abusive father, Michael projects his grief into frustration with his brother, and channels that frustration into bullying him. It’s absolutely not okay, but at the same time there’s a clear way to track how he became so mean. It went completely unchecked as well because their dad literally does not pay attention to them (????? What is his deal) so it just kept getting worse.

I imagine Elizabeth died in 1983, and this is relevant because I think that if she died in ‘83 and was reported missing, Sister Location could then be 1990. Seven years after Elizabeth went missing without any trace she would be declared dead, and that would be the perfect way to lead into Michael being sent to find her.

As for simpler headcanons:

I believe that the pigtail girl from FNaF 4 was one of the missing children. Does this make a lot of sense? Not really, no. But I somehow ended up thinking of her as the spirit of Foxy. (Again, doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand how this happened.) I suppose given she makes up rumors about the animatronics being haunted killers and deaths being covered up, rumors which would eventually turn out to be far more real than she could have imagined, I feel like that foreshadowing her eventual death at the restaurant would work really well.

I don’t think the animatronics were ever actually capable of walking. If you look at animatronics like the Rock-afire Explosion, Chuck E. Cheese and Mr. Munch’s Make-Believe Band or the Circus World Jamboree, really any of those types of bands (forgive me for being a fucking dweeb with a special interest in these things)? They… well, they can’t walk. Mobility ends at the waist. So here’s what I propose. The full bodied animatronics never had functional legs, and only could “walk” when worn as springlock suits. However, after the missing children disappeared, the animatronics became more mobile, specifically in the legs. The company just lied about it, the same way it’s been theorized since FNaF 2 that they lied about the animatronics having facial recognition software.

Vanny isn’t actually possessed or mind controlled. Glitchtrap isn’t in her head, rather an outside force manipulating her. The suit is a cover up, a mask that simply distances her from what she’s doing. It’s not me, it’s Vanny. It’s Glitchtrap. I am not myself. She absolutely is. She just does it to protect her mental state from her own actions.

But y’know who is possessed? Glamrock Freddy.

By Michael Afton specifically.

I imagine that each animatronic character has a different personality. Usually the shows and songs hinge on the characters interacting with each other, so I figure each character has their own personality. Freddy is kind but very easily driven to annoyance by his band’s absurdity, Chica is always energetic and coming up with some new idea, Bonnie is just happy to be there and goes along with all of Chica’s bad ideas while Freddy tries to reel them in, and Foxy is elusive, arrogant, brash and outlandish.

Although, these core personalities are switched around during different eras of the band. In 1987, Toy Foxy was kinder, taking on the role of a pirate captain who was always looking for more recruits. She encouraged her bandmates’ antics on account of it being what a true pirate would do, and Toy Freddy would have to talk sense into everyone, but was much more sarcastic about it- think 1970s-early 80s Chuck E. Cheese. Over time, the edge was softened on each character, leading to the Glamrocks. Glamrock Freddy is friendly and kind, looking out for his bandmates and having to remind them what’s important every time they start something new and ultimately stupid. Roxy, derived from Foxy’s personality, is competitive, brash and loud, but a good sport and always cheering her friends on. Glamrock Chica is really only interested in food, and tends to laugh off her friends’ antics. Monty is excitable and loves to compete and work with Roxy, but just like Bonnie, is just happy to be there.

The Puppet is a Jack-in-the-box, and stays dormant until she is manually turned on by turning a hand crank on her gift box that plays pop goes the weasel until she comes out. Then a child can select a prize and she gives it to them. Originally, the music box was a “warning” of sorts for her security checks, and she was designed to be scary enough to deter kids from trying to leave before they were supposed to, but not necessarily disturbing.

Golden Freddy doesn’t physically exist. I don’t know how to elaborate on this headcanon.

Elizabeth Afton has what would best be described as developing BPD. This is a headcanon I can’t really explain aside from that I have BPD and she reminds me of my young self. In the fan comic BlueyCapsules, which I haven’t checked in on in a while now, it’s actually a common headcanon to my knowledge that she (age 13) has BPD as she shows very realistic symptoms of it as a result of her trauma. Which is generally how BPD forms, especially through childhood abuse or neglect, which is also, kinda perfect for Lizzie who grew up emotionally neglected and abused by her dad.

Charlie being initially referred to as male (the minigame telling you to “S A V E H I M”) and then being switched to female (Henry calling her “my daughter”) is likely a retcon and probably the retcon that Scott Cawthon was talking about when he said he’s only ever retconned one thing in FNaF lore. I doubt that’s true, but this is probably the only one he’ll acknowledge. However, I think Charlie is a trans girl.

Shadow Freddy has been said to have been born out of William’s malice. In that case, I think Shadow Bonnie was probably born from the children’s agony. This is why Shadow Freddy leads the children to William and Shadow Bonnie helps save their souls. William wants them to confront him, and the kids want to move on.

I do not believe Vanny and Vanessa are the same person. I don’t think Steel Wool and Scott Cawthon know what the fuck they’re doing with that, to be completely honest as they’ve backed themselves into a corner with contradicting evidence and any solution would either be absolutely awful or retconning something. I think the best way around it is that Vanny is committing identity theft and framing Vanessa, or to go deeper, Vanessa is directly tied to Glitchtrap’s plans and being manipulated by Vanny by his orders, but she herself has no malicious intent and doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

This is going to sound stupid to say but Michael Afton strikes me as goth. I stand by my post where I said he listens to gothic rock. It just fits him really well.

[the-firebird69]

Donald Trump Ignoring Judge's Ruling, E. Jean Carroll's Lawyer Says

They said that he defamed her and it's not what was said in court what in court was said was that he accosted her and there's two different things and these people in the news are being arrested for putting stuff up like that. But the case is proceeding on Monday and it is for defamation and since the attack was real actually or not it doesn't matter it's a separate case and the treaty is the same and going to shoot themselves in the foot again. This guy's a wreck and a piece of junk and it's just a threat sitting there we're working on getting them out and today that's supposed to be I am titanium the video it doesn't look like it's going to occur and it's going to be a school day we think it's not necessarily true but it has to do with the TV series which hasn't been done yet but we think the start of it's in westborough and it's about all these watches and really our son said it's about taking over the watch for George on the Max and they are saying they're doing it and they're not and they say they need the watches and it helps they actually start to think about it they know what time it is. And they are going forwards with it and it's a mess I fight over the watches it is very clear though it does make sense but it does start with that video which is coming up but the bike that they're going to build is one that they all have the prototype for and I wonder why they should go up there and if they go up there we'll see why there's a platform out back and it has parts and a few of them and women who have children understand that it's a dream and to see your child do well and it's a dream for Kevin to have a business with our son and it was stopped and halted by a whole bunch of people they're nasty losers I think everything is free it's not true at all anywhere especially here and boy do they get their asses kicked a lot of them even the max are now getting them kicks for this asinine attitudes. Moreover some people are working for a living and these people don't and it's doomed to failure. People are finding the video in the tapes but really they're up there in westborough and then they're in safe keeping in some places some people put them in the bank and the local banks which is rare there's a couple clips some people but 90% of them are up there even though they're looking at them and some people see people watching it is a disastrously important for some reason and ridiculous how they feel about it is they have to go do it so he can't and they're selling us all these businesses I guess they don't know who we are and we think we're Max and they say either way a million times it's going to be an ugly scene but it is picking up

Thor Freya

I find a couple things of interest open that platform are things that he and Kevin youman talked about and there's a witness I'm here at them once and he talked to him about it it was brief and he said he wanted if he could help and he asked him to help and they talked about it a few times too and he's right there and people are calling him the Big Chief. And it's going on now that he is witness to the project and was going to be part of it and it feels bad cuz it didn't work at all and people are calling him names and harassing him it made it worse but my husband and Kevin put parts up there my husband found a few things and he was gathering them tried to order some online I went to a parts store and he had a dirt bike he had some old parts I brought them out there and left them there and they covered them with a tarp and they're in tanks and people think they can make it out of that good luck on that one but it's a disaster. And people don't want to do that big they want to reconfigure it one of those you can probably do it pretty easy but it won't hold enough weight and there's no way to really reinforce it they're kind of wimpy benches and he says maybe they should use the bench not the tube one but the and really you could use the tube for the larger international harvester roll cage and you say it because you can put it back together but really you can't use it and it made him strong when he was younger and it helped him and it was a great deal if he gets it again bus driver question is going to use it for a light workout. Odds are it would be coming back this is a good idea too he's got three benches two of them were smaller metal one was round and one was tube steel and they want the tube steel one and they're fighting over it now he didn't really have that much else that was tube steel you can actually use both I think you need both to make one and he says I think so I think the piping might work for something this thing is too big it is pretty big use it for a muffler cover and the laughing because it would look cool. Really there's there's a few other things that he had but not many he really did not have that much stuff in one of those inclined Kung Fu by rooster Bruce Lee's enemy Chuck Norris and that would work too and so there might be a couple ideas and he's handled the metal but the steel in the house is too big and the aluminum is still good

I've got an idea to know what I'm talking about he's not really witness he was part of the original project

Hera

We're going to have problems but we do already and they need a heads up

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