#guess nudity doesn't always work

[sylvanfreckles]

Well, at least there'll be an easy way to tell if it's Ashton or Yu. If they're laughing hysterically over Plan Orgy they're Ashton, if they're disappointed they missed out they're Yu.

Okay. I didn't want to say it.

If they come back next episode...are we *sure* that's Ashton? Are we *absolutely sure* the thing they went to check out wasn't Yu lying in wait? Could they possibly be a sneaky changeling creeping into the party and we would never know it?

As sure as Shithead is Matt's way of getting revenge for Sam's elaborate ad campaigns, there is a chance the Ashton we get back might not be the *real* Ashton.

[mistymisfit]

short hurt/comfort blurb

summary: reader is taken as hostage, Red Hodd comes to save her (roughly I'll write a better summary later lol)

wc: 2k

warnings: fem!reader, pre-established relationship ,reader being kidnapped (duh) and drugged, one nasty comment from the intentionally vague bad guy, mentions of blood, lots of violence, guns, etc, etc. (not beta read as always, so ill fix typos tomorrow lol) and non sexual nudity !

a/n: lowkey hate how this turned out, but have this as I'm finishing an actual fic.

You were cold, you have been cold for a while now. You don't know how long it's been or why you were kidnapped to begin with. They've always kept you in the same dark room, there are no windows and no light except for the one that shines through the space between the door and the floor. Your hands were chained in front of you to the floor, and they left some fabric tied around your mouth to keep you from screaming. Not like you had any strength in you to even do anything but hope and pray Jason could find you soon. You discarded the theory of it being human trafficking after the first few hours since they never touched you. In fact, you hadn't even seen the face of your captors. You've only heard faint voices in the distance, just enough to identify their accent but not enough to decipher what they said.

Or that was until you heard an argument right outside the door. One man, who sounded older, was chastising the other. You hear the words "die" and "overdose", but it is hard to keep your focus. Your own thoughts feel slow, having come to the realization way too late that they'd probably drugged you, and that's why your body felt so heavy. Then the door opens, and you have to close your eyes because it feels like the light is burning them. You barely manage to move your head away when some hands grab your shoulders. They sit you on the floor and shake you, and you want to react, but your body's barely able to move on its own.

"Kid? You alive?" One of them asks, and when they get no answer, they resort to shaking you harder. When that doesn't work either, a heavy hand delivers a hard slap to your face.

To that you finally let out a pained grunt, and you blink slowly until you open your eyes. The younger one sighs in relief, and the older says something about their boss killing them if you were dead. That leads you to believe you were there for a reason, maybe they found out you technically work with Red Hood and they're using you to get to him. Or worse, they found out you were dating.  

"That's it, stay awake" He lays you down on the floor again.

"What are we doing this for?" The younger one asks. He looks on edge, shaky with nerves. It may be his first time henching, or so you could guess.

"Dunno, boss told us to keep an eye on her until he needs her"

You're left again in the dark before you can even process what they looked like. And you're slightly grateful for it, at least your head didn't feel like exploding once they shut the door again. It feels like an eternity passes while you're still in that room. So you try to notice all the details you can, there's no traffic noise or any other type of noise for that matter. Once you get used to the dark, you also see the small puddle forming from the leak coming through the ceiling. Then you also try to remember how you got there, you were leaving... someplace, it's all fuzzy. But you do remember the hard blow to your head, and then waking up here.

You guess it must have been a couple of hours, that just felt longer to you, when you hear some commotion outside. Running, and clicking, probably from loading guns. The gunshots came later, and did not stop for long. The noise was incessant, along with yelling and words you couldn't make out. You weakly managed to curl up and cover your ears with your hands. And you stay tense in that position until you hear the creak of the door once more. You don't dare to move even when you hear the footsteps getting closer to you.

"Not a step closer" A man grabs your hair, pulling you up, and pressing the nuzzle of his gun to your temple. It feels hot against your skin, almost burning, so you could only assume it's been fired recently. You finally lay your eyes on Jason, or rather Red Hood, he's covered in blood, and you could swear his eyes were shining red under the hood and domino mask.

"Let her go" He's practically barking, you know he gets like this when he's scared. He starts attacking even when he's backed against a corner. You wouldn't notice, but he immediately recognized your lost gaze and weakened mobility. It was like seeing his mother all over again. And that, along with the red imprint across your face, made him even angrier.

"You sure she only works for you?" He taunts, and before Jason can do anything, he presses the gun harder into you as if daring him to try to make a move. "'cause if I had such a hot piece of ass on my payroll..."

You close your eyes tightly, tears falling from them. You're sure you hear Jason replying, telling him off, but you're too scared to pay attention to anything but the metal on your skin. That is until he uses it to push down the fabric against your mouth, he probably asked you something you didn't listen to.

He laughs, and adds: "Maybe my guys gave her a little too much to keep her calm"

Jason is about to explode with anger, the way he talks about you, and what he's done to you. The way he so easily messed with his people, his territory, and with his partner out of everyone. He'll make sure to make an example out of him for anyone who decides to mess with him in the future. So when the man pulls the trigger, only for a click to come out of his weapon, you let out a sigh in relief. And Jason charges at the guy, dragging him away from you and out of the room to deliver the beat down of his life. Hitting as hard as he could until he made sure the guy would stop breathing, and making it as painful as possible. Then, for good measure, he empties what's left of his magazine on his head and multiple parts of his body. The body's beaten beyond recognition, and now he's got even more blood splattered over him. But him, and everyone who works for him, were now dead, so at least you could rest assured no one could harm you and go unpunished.

He goes back, only to find you curled up once more, and holding your head. You flinch when his hand touches you, but he tries not to take it personally, he reminds you it's him and that you're okay as he unties the black bandanna pulled down on your neck. He removes the muzzle from his face and pulls down the hood when you raise your head to look at him, giving you a reassuring nod.

"Get me out of here" You beg, pulling on your chains. He nods, picking the lock as quick as he can. You cling to him once you're freed, and he notices how despite your effort, your grip is weak. Even when you pull on his clothes to get him close enough to kiss him.

He freezes for a second before tightly holding the back of your head with one hand, the other resting on your back to support you. He shouldn't, he should stop you and tell you to do this when you're in the right head space so he wouldn't feel as if he was taking advantage of you. But being so close to losing you, he can't find the will to tell you no. And he melts into your lips, red smearing both of you now. Violence is rewarded with affection, that's a first for him. You don't seem to care about what he's done to get to you, all that matters is that he did, and now you're with him.

"I'll take you to the ER" He runs his hand up and down your back to soothe you, but you start sobbing into his blood-soaked clothes anyways.

"No, no, please," you shake your head "I just wanna go home"

He agrees with just a nod, picking you up as he tries to shield you from seeing the bloodbath he left on his way to you. If anyone knew how to take care of a person in your state, it'd be him. The gruesome scene and trail of bodies were bound to get him in deep family trouble, but he couldn't seem to care about it. Not when it assured your safety. Once he's made sure you're holding tightly and buckled your helmet right, he speeds to his nearest safe house. Regretting getting there in his bike instead of a car, even if it allowed him to get there faster.

"I know you said home, but I can't risk anyone following-" He rambled while taking off your helmet.

"I get it" You cut him off, trying your best to smile and not look like you were about to throw up.

He's quiet leading you up to the apartment, it's an old building and it looks more or less abandoned. That's probably why he picked it, no nosy neighbors. The place is on the first floor, luckily since it had no elevator. Even though he still carried you up the stairs, and only set you down when you were in the bathroom.

"Right, I'll wait outside " His eyes avoid you as he leaves some clean towels near the shower.

"Wait,"Your voice is meek, almost scared. You stop him from leaving by hooking a finger on one of his belt loops  "stay with me, what if I pass out?"

He nods, helping you pull up your shirt. You look up at him, not uttering a word but willing him to take the mask off. Luckily, he understands your staring and does so, leaving it on the floor next to your discarded clothes. Then he kneels in front of you, pulling your pants down, and you hold onto his shoulders as you step out of them. You mouth a quiet thank you when he looks up to you, right before he leaves a soft kiss on your hip and then on your stomach. His grip on your waist feels desperate, clinging not to let you go ever again.

"I'm okay," You reassure, but when his eyes meet yours again, they're brimmed with tears. You untie the bandages around his forearms, guiding him to take his clothes off too.

Jason's trying really hard not to cry right now, and you know it so when you walk in the the shower you turn your back to him to give him some space. But don't fail to notice how the water running down the drain turns red when he kisses the top of your head and stays close to you. He does a great job of gently cleaning you up, and so do you, washing the blood off him once you do turn around. You don't say anything about it or the bruised knuckles or any other bruise for that matter. He's thankful for that, thankful he didn't lose you or that you haven't opposed his methods. You stay under the warm water for a little longer after you're done, holding on to him and breathing slowly as his hand soothes you by tracing circles on your back.

"Jay?" You look up to him.

"Hm?"

"It's not your fault"

"I know," He replies, and you immediately think liar, you do think it's your fault. But don't have the will to argue with him, yet, so you settle for leaving a kiss on his bicep. "You wanna go to bed now?"

"You'll lay down with me?" He hums in response, closing the faucet behind you.He wraps you in a surprisingly soft and warm towel, then helps you dry off and put on some of the spare clothes he kept there. For the rest of the night, he'd watch you until you get down from whatever they gave you, make sure you don't stop breathing or choke on your own vomit. He'd worry and insist on breaking up tomorrow when you feel better and have the strength to argue and call him an idiot for it, when you are able to think better than him and insist you'd always be safer with him rather than without him.

[fungifanart]

Thank You For Your Patronage

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!Reader, Leona Kingscholar

CW: Slight self-image issues, mild nudity (non-sexual), slightly suggestive at points, but mostly fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: Wrote this for prompt #7 of @lemonchuu 's writing event for Leona's birthday! Enjoy!

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Leona has always had rather...mixed feelings about birthdays, his in particular.

On one hand, it was the one day of the year where everyone in the castle had no choice but to be nice to him, even if it was just an act.

However, they would also serve as a reminder of how he was getting older and was still no closer to being king. In fact, it seemed like the older he got, the farther and farther away he'd be from the throne, making his inadequacies more and more apparent in the mirror.

So, scratch his earlier assessment. Leona hates birthdays.

Or at least, he did before coming to Night Raven.

For his first few years, it was honestly just refreshing to be treated with respect by people who weren't being paid to, which made birthdays a bit more tolerable.

Not enough for him to actually look forward to them, mind you, but still tolerable.

But then, you came along and suddenly, everything seemed to shift ever so slightly.

The sun felt a bit warmer, his reflection felt a bit kinder and, if only a little, he found himself looking forward to his next birthday because it's the first one he'll get to spend with you by his side.

Now, with that in mind, would any of the Kings Of Old like to tell him why it's his birthday and you're suddenly nowhere to be found?

Despite having gone to sleep in his bed together, Leona hasn't seen hide nor hair of you from the moment he'd woken up to now, aka the middle of his party.

At first, he was annoyed that you aren't responding to his calls or texts, but now he's starting to get worried.

Did something happen to you?

However, this thought is dispelled upon being handed an envelope with your handwriting on it by Ruggie, prompting Leona to completely disregard the interviewer's words to inspect its contents.

"Dear Leona Kingscholar,

In celebration of your birthday, we've enclosed with this letter a voucher for our services at the Ramshackle Massage Parlor, which is open today only with the intent to serve you and you alone to our fullest capabilities.

We do so hope that you'll consider engaging us so that we may treat you like the million thaumarks that you are.

Yours truly,

Y/n of the RMP team."

Leona comes very close to bursting out laughing upon reading the letter, 'Of course that little shit would do something like this.' He thinks in a mix of fondness and exasperation, 'Well, I guess I HAVE been working pretty hard lately. I could use some real relaxation.'

After speeding through the rest of the interviewer's questions, Leona promptly makes his one good use of the Bloom Broom and flies out of the Savannaclaw lounge, effectively ending the party, making his way to the "Ramshackle Massage Parlor" as you're calling it for today.

Upon arriving and discarding the broom, Leona doesn't notice any significant changes to the outside of the building, so he knocks on the front door, finding it to have been left unlocked.

'He's lucky it's me coming in rather than someone looking to rob him.' Leona thinks to himself before fully opening the door and having his nostrils filled with the scent of lavender scented candles.

Walking into the lounge from the entryway, he finds it adorned with all manner of silks along the walls and ceiling, some of which could swear he's only seen at high-end stores, and then sees you, his darling boyfriend, wearing white scrubs and sitting at a reception desk where the couch once was.

"Welcome!" You greet him with a warm smile, "I take it you received our invitation?"

Leona chuckles lightly at the commitment to this little bit of yours, but goes along with it, "Yeah, I'll be using the voucher you sent me." He says while handing the piece of paper to you with a smirk, "And let me say this now that I can't be held accountable for what might happen if I don't receive the very best service, like you promised."

"Wonderful! I'll begin preparations right away!" You respond, completely brushing off Leona's, admittedly unserious, threat, "Oh, and before I forget: You should know that that voucher comes with a surprise gift as well! Close your eyes!"

Leona hesitates, but relents upon seeing the pleading look in your eyes and shuts his own tight. A few seconds later, he feels a pair of lips connect with his own, initiating a deep, loving kiss that lasts for several moments before you pull away and whisper "Happy birthday, my love."

Having received his surprise gift, Leona's eyes flutter open to see you with your regular customer service smile and doesn't hide the disappointment on his face as you take his hand and lead him towards the hallway, "The first door on your left is your changing room and the one beyond it is where you'll receive your massage. Go ahead and get changed and I'll knock on the door when everything's ready."

Doing as instructed, Leona takes off the stupid witch outfit he'd been provided and puts on the robe laid out on the bed, surprised by the quality and softness of the fabric, before hearing a knock on the door.

"Everything's ready when you are, Mr. Kingscholar." You say from behind the door.

Leona places his hand on the doorknob, but realizes now would be the perfect time to tease his boyfriend just a bit.

He opens the door, not moving immediately to give you time to take in the view before leaning against the frame and moving his right arm in a way that causes part of the robe to fall off his shoulder, "So, Herbivore. Are ya gonna tell me how ya managed to afford all this without my help?"

Your eyes widen and Leona hears you swallow at the display unfolding in front of you before you quickly turn your head away and clear your throat, "I-I can have connections too, y'know! I just had to pull a few favors and here we are."

Leona smirks mirthfully at seeing you so flustered and takes your chin in his hand to make you look at him, "Well, well. Didn't know my boyfriend was a regular businessman in the making. Shame on me for underestimatin' ya." He says while slowly drawing your face close enough to feel the heat radiating off of it.

"M-m-m-m-massage!!! It's time for your massage!!!" You stammer out as you wrench yourself from his grasp, fix his robe and lead him by the hand to the other room, "Feel free to disrobe and lay down whenever!"

Satisfied that he got to fluster you into breaking character, Leona takes off his robe and lays face-down on the bed, where he feels you quickly drape a towel over his behind.

"R-remember to relax." You say in a way that sounds like you're trying to convince both Leona and yourself, "It could put a strain on your muscles if I try to massage them while they're tense."

"Quit your yappin' and get to the massage, herbivore. We haven't got all day." Leona says curtly as he uses his tail to pat his back as a signal for you to get started.

"O-of course!" You say in a mild panic as you scramble to position yourself over Leona's body before rubbing oil on your hands and finally beginning to massage the muscles in his back.

He feels your hands start off shaky, but slowly relax as you make your away around his back, shoulders and arms. It's not the best massage he's had, being a prince and all, but he can tell you put a lot of effort into this, so he'll let you have it.

After you've massaged every corner of his upper body, Leona feels you work your way down to his hips and thighs, but he feels your touch become especially light over certain areas on them.

Wait...those are...

"You got some sorta issue with my stretch marks, herbi-" Leona begins to question before feeling your lips gently and lovingly make contact with the stretched skin, "W-whaddaya think your doin'??" He asks as he sits up, caught off-guard.

"I said that I'd treat you like the million thaumarks that you are, didn't I? And that means treating every part of you with the love and respect it deserves." You say, fully dropping the bit to lay your hand on his and talk to him genuinely, "And I know that you deserve all of it in the world and beyond."

...This is probably his karma for teasing you earlier, because now he's feeling his own face heating up at such genuine words of love.

"W-well, if that's really what ya want..." Leona awkwardly returns to his previous position to let you continue, causing you to let out a giggle.

"Hehe, of course it is. I'm gonna shower you with all the love in my heart!" You declare before placing a kiss on his cheek and resuming the massage with renewed gusto.

...Maybe Leona's birthdays won't be so bad from now on.

[changingplumbob]

How will the Yorks react to my plan to host a bachelorette challenge?

Deanna - Potential bachelorette Joey - Deanna's aromantic yet allosexual older brother Artemisia - Deanna's younger sister, has the evil trait Devin - 2 time Starlight Accolade winner for her acting career and Deanna's older sister Luna - Devin's wife, Deanna's sister in law Aaron - Deanna's pa (father) Calista - Deanna's ma (mother) Alfred & Rilian Villareal - Deanna's nephews

Joey: I assume you all know why I have gathered you here this evening

Artemisia: You contracted a WTD

Joey: What? No, we don't have the mods

Aaron: Look if you got someone pregnant we don't need all these theatrics

Devin: Excuse me pa? We always need theatrics

Joey: I didn't get anyone pregnant. This isn't about me, it's about Deanna

Deanna: Very funny

Joey: The watcher and I have decided you should star in a bachelorette challenge

Luna: Oh I love watching those! They're so romantic

Devin: Oh can I host? Please let me host!

Aaron: Cara your sister hasn't said yes to it

Joey: Let me give you my pitch. Tartosa is a perfect background for love. We invite a dozen or so ladies to come and get to know you Deanna, really know you. I think it could be a happily ever after for you

Deanna: I have university Joey

Devin: You have time between terms right? Oh please say yes De, my friend Norah would love to come help direct

Deanna: Aren't these things normally rather straight coded

Joey: In some dimensions, yes. But we live in a great world where homophobia is next to non existent

Devin: Except for Luna's dad, but he's not here now so its fine

Alfred & Rilian: RIP Jacques

Luna: *laughing* Wait- When did they learn to do that?

Artemisia: Ahhhh, Joey was talking

Joey: The point is we, the watcher and I, are bound to be able to find some women or non binary individuals who fit your tastes De. And we can get some family based challenges for them to compete in for extra time with you. Or get other celebrities or local businesses to feature

Calista: Oh we should ask the owners of Postres de Alegría! Maybe then I'll actually be able to get some of their pastries when I show up

Aaron: Tesoro you know if you want the raspberry tart you have to get there before midday. They can't not sell just because you might feel like a treat after your shift

Joey: If not Bob could help out, or he might know some people in Brindleton Bay who have niche interests we could use for a challenge or two

Aaron: I don't know that I like the idea of one of my bambina's pixel parts being on TV

Deanna: Yeah I second that opinion

Joey: We won't actually show any nudity, relax. Now Devin you can be host but I will obviously need to talk to any other watchers. Our watcher thinks it would be fun if they had some input about what skills their contestants would work on. If they don't she'll still need to know like orientations and official stuff

Luna: *sighs* Now you believe in multiple watchers?

Aaron: Joey has just always been rather devout

Deanna: I guess I am single...

Joey: You are

Deanna: And I'm definitely over Paris

Joey: Yes

Deanna: Reece will have to be allowed to do something or he'll pout

Joey: I can sort something. So, will you do it?

Deanna: Sure. I mean who doesn't want true love right?

I'm going to do it *internal screaming*! I'm going to start working on an intro post and some graphics so people know what the submissions need. Submissions will be open until Christmas but I'll push it out a week if needed. Ideally I would love to have households of six at a time, so I'll put slots up in groups of six as people show interest. I don't want to start off with 12 or 18 etc slots if I'll only get four sims. I'm realising a lot of my planning will need to know how many sims there are so I'll be opening up soon to help my brain.

Introductions, hosted by Devin, won't begin until mid January when most people are back from New Years holidays. So yeah, I was actually so nervous writing this all out, I need to calm down. Here's some basic Deanna info I'll put elsewhere to get the cogs in brains turning. This third child of an Italian family is studying physics with hopes of being an engineer but her main aspiration in life is Mansion Baron. She's a lesbian but I checked in game and sims with that orientation are able to flirt/form romantic attachments to non-binary people as well as cis or trans females.

[diagonal-queen]

omg what if i requested...

okay okay imagine: [character] taking a bath with you and its all cute but GOD DAMN WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY RUBBER DUCKS? like yalls are taking a bath and you just pull out the rubber ducks and dump them in the bath djfbdjdj YES SFW I WE DONT TOLERATE NSFW HERE

characters: ranpo, dazai, chuuya, poe, atsushi, [your favorites] SEPARATE! if you dont wanna do em all you can just do poe and ranpo lol also you can insert blue lock characters if you want to 👍

i want isagi so bad frfr ALSO HONKAI STAR RAIL CAELUS WHY ISNT ANYONE TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE HELLO??? TRASH CAN BOYFRIEND??? HES SO HOT TOO? I WANT HIM TOO FRFR

i hope youre having a good day i am indeed alive!!

- nia

A NIA REQUESTTTTTTTTTTTT OMG YES

Rubber duckie, you're the one~

♡ pairing: Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Atsushi Nakajima, Mykola Hohol, Tecchou Suehiro x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: You bring rubber ducks into the bath.

♡ cw: Swearing, nudity I guess??? It's not NSFW lmao but gotta cover my bases

note: HELLO NIA. I want you to know that I AM gonna be doing a BLLK version of this some time after I've finished this one. Also I don't know much about Honkai Star Rail but isn't Caelus basically like that game's equivalent of Aether from Genshin? I'm uncultured T-T These are just crack hcs lol uh yeah apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Ranpo:

Bold of you to assume this mf didn't bring his own rubber ducks

The bathtub is overcome with your shared aquatic fowl. You two are having an absolute field day in there (and not like a regular field day, but like a Magic School Bus field day)

Maybe they have a war or something. Or maybe they establish a peace agreement and the two leaders of your different duck nations get married to form a union

You guys end up staying in the tub until the water is freezing

Honestly though, you probably benefitted from having a little while to both just indulge in childish behaviour without any judgement or consequences. And it was super fun so no regrets

After the first time you guys decide to start having shared baths every now and then when things get too stressful at work, so you could blow off steam in a harmless and fun way

But you two don't tell anybody. I mean Ranpo still brings rubber ducks to public bathhouses because he's just like that but nobody else ever finds out the true extent of your duck-related shenanigans

10/10 would recommend bubble bath rubber duck therapy w/ autistic manchild 👍

Dazai:

He didn't expect it, but he likes it!

Dazai probably never washes himself ever so he was already quite on board with the idea of having a bath with you (he gets to see you nakey and have clean hair for once? Like what a win)

Also I reckon he's the kinda guy who really enjoys bubble baths and plays with them and gets the bathroom all messy with the bubbles (me too Dazai)

So he was pretty hyped for this. But then you dump like fifty rubber ducks into the bath and NOW IT'S TIME TO GET FUNKY

Dazai has definitely never played with them before. He's amused with the way they float, with the fact that they make noise when you squeeze them, their big stupid eyes and everything about them

He initially wants to question why you have so many of them or where you got them from but then he just as quickly decides that he doesn't really wanna know the answer

Is he as invested in the ducks as you are? No, but he's very curious about them and finds it nice that you enjoy them so much

Probably wraps one in bandages and gives it to you so you're always thinking of him or smth 💀 (it's cute though)

Chuuya:

If Chuuya has run you a bath he probably intended for it to be romantic and relaxing

And then you bringed in the duckies

After a quick discussion you two do compromise on a romantic bath. With rubber ducks. And it honestly ends up being more perfect than either of you expected

He'd have been willing to just let you do your thing though because he just wants you to be happy but mans works too hard to pass up an opportunity to relax in the bath with you

So what ends up happening is you two just cuddle in the bath and talk about life and romance and stuff, and there's also ducks floating there, entirely out of place

Like Chuuya would have pulled out all the stops. Candles and wine and stuff, so like a pretty mature scene that does not accommodate for rubber ducks, and yet there they are

But he thinks it's really cute how into the ducks you are so he lets you keep them around

He would definitely buy you more rubber ducks in the future just to see you smile. Chuuya is down so bad for you 😌

Poe:

He's probably never even seen a rubber duck in his 1800s gothic anxietycore life

You might honestly have to explain what they are. He's like 'and they don't do anything? You just have them there for company?' and you're like 'yeah!' and he's just like

Poe would find one singular duck of yours and latch onto it. That one is his duck now and he would keep it nearby because it reminds him of you

Overall though he doesn't really get on board with it. Like after the first two minutes when the novelty fades he's like '...can we please remove them' lol

If you say yes then the bath then continues on exactly as expected. It's nice but Poe's a little insecure and shy (cuddle him pls)

If you say no then he's just gonna learn to deal with them. This man doesn't have the balls to set boundaries with you (ME TOO POE)

That being said, if Karl likes the ducks? ...oh boy he's straight up going to purchase an avalanche of them

It's really up to you whether or not the ducks catch on or not, Poe's just along for the ride whether or not he wants to be

Atsushi:

Help him

They didn't have rubber ducks in the orphanage, and Atsushi probably hasn't had a proper nice long bath in years. He did not want nor expect a horde of rubber ducks

But Atsushi loves you so much that he's willing to look past it. And the duckies actually grow on him by the time you guys get out the bath

He's always seen bathing as just that. A way to clean. But you're determined to introduce him to the wonders of bathtime and make up for the childhood he wasn't allowed to have

He mostly just goes along with you and doesn't really match your energy, but he absolutely loves seeing you so excited about the ducks

He would definitely like the idea of baths being a cute couply thing for you guys to do though so whether or not you got your ducks with you is honestly irrelevant

But you do. And so he accepts them as a part of being with you. In sickness and health or whatever idk nobody loves me lmao

Just make sure that you give Atsushi as much attention as you give to the ducks okay?

Mykola:

Mykola has literally never been happier in his entire life

This was the moment when he realised that you were the one for him. His soulmate, his one and only

He doesn't care how many ducks there are, he just cares that there's ducks. And that you're the one who bought them into the bathtub.

The pair of you wreak havoc on the bathroom. Like with Ranpo, y'all were just being a little playful. You and Mykola straight up destroy the whole room

You two spend hours in there coming up with names, extended backstories and lore of each rubber duck and it gets so complicated so fast

He would also give each one of them a different voice while you guys are messing around. Theatre kid moment

You've now given him the idea to just randomly present you with rubber ducks at any time, regardless of the scenario. Your collection grows tenfold due to this bastard and Fyodor is not pleased about it. Not when Mykola is interrupting DOA meetings with fucking ducks

The poor repair guys you hire to fix the bathroom...they're so confused T-T

Tecchou:

Straight up just does not react. This shit is a regular Tuesday for him

LET'S NOT PRETEND THAT HE DOESN'T OWN RUBBER DUCKS BECAUSE HE LITERALLY DOES I SAID SO

And he just lets them float there in the bath and pays no mind to them. Doesn't play with them, talk to them or whatever. It's just nice to have some silent, non-judgemental company sometimes

Tecchou doesn't strike me as someone who would suggest that you two take a bath together, so it was most likely your idea. He went along with it because relaxing in a steamy room with you sounded nice, but in reality you just wanted to show him the ducks

And though he might have seemed disinterested he was so happy to know that you and him had a similar interest

You two are so good for each other that way <3 (good = autistic I guess, because Tecchou is canon autism I decided)

So while you play with the ducks or whatever he just sits there content and watches you do so with a little smile. Probably calls you cute at some point entirely catching you offguard

You two make it a regular thing, but Jouno probably finds out somehow and it's just a whole other can of worms I won't go into rn

Taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

[ninyard]

i think you’d be doing us both a favour if you were to share some of your thoughts about intimacy coordinators… 🫶

- love, Adler xx

oh now this is a can of worms i LOVE talking about this!!! some fun facts for you (every intimacy coordinator works differently and the guidelines are literally changing CONSTANTLY because it's such a new role so. yeah)

nothing happens during an intimate scene that an IC doesn't know about. random touch that looks natural? they talked about it in some manner. kiss that looked like the actors weren't acting? they were acting i PROMISE. even if they're a married couple acting together. if an ic is there, then they know about what's about to happen.

INTIMACY COORDINATORS DON'T JUST WORK ON SEX SCENES OR SCENES WITH NUDITY/KISSING

some actors/directors want an IC to choreograph entire sex scenes, some don't mind. everyone works differently, but everything is always spoken about regardless

every actor can ask for an intimacy coordinator, even if the film/tv show doesn't have one. generally the producers can't deny that request without a reasonable explanation.

the goal of choreography is for it to LOOK real, not to feel real. the actors might be 6 inches apart but on camera it looks like they're touching. some of it actually feels so ridiculous and unsexy but that's the POINT. if it looks real then it doesn't matter at all how unsexy it is in real life. its like magic sometimes

intimacy coordinators are not just for the actors! they're there for the crew too

a big part of ic work is accepting that actors might know they're acting, but their body sometimes doesn't.

pretending to have a panic attack? know that you're acting? cool, but now you've been sobbing and breathing like you're having a panic attack for two hours, and your body can't always tell the difference. guess what an intimacy coordinator helps with

the only real sex act that is performed on a set is kissing. that's it.

choreography is only a small part of intimacy coordinating

[kaija-rayne-author]

Section 12 in review of Dragon Age Veilguard

96 Hours in, 94 hours playtime..

Obligatory disclaimer, feel free to jump to the cut if you've read it.

Something came to my attention. I need to make it crystal clear that I utterly love the diversity in DAV. It's fantastic. I'm also a heavily left leaning, non-binary, queer as fuck reviewer, editor, and author.

I'm on media blackout while I play this, so I'm only getting second-hand info on how awful it is right now in the DA Fandom. Please be safe and take care of yourselves. Arguing with incels and white supremacists is completely pointless. They sea lion worse than an actual sea lion. Your mental health is important.

Though, every single time the anti-queer brigade comes out for a new DA game, I sit there thinking 'have you bozos played any DA game, like, ever?' My guess is nope.

Spoilers for Dragon Age Veilguard (and other Dragon Age stuff, I'm a Lore fiend.)

Section 11 is here.

So, the whole Mourn watch section with the half Lich was very well written and put together. Had an interesting (if not difficult) puzzle and a poignant ending. Loved it.

Did the Treviso sequence where Illario gets his comeuppance. Even though it's a very stale plot idea, it was so very well written and executed (har har) that it's a shame they fired Lucanis's writer. (Mary Kirby wrote Lucanis.)

They probably should've kept her and let her write a lot more than that. The game would've been so much better. It might’ve actually approached good.

Instead of something that when my partner saw me loading it up he said 'wow, you look like you're about to be tortured'.

Rueful face. So much of this game has felt like torture that having two sections on the same day that were legitimately good is odd.

The ones with Taash in Rivain were fun or sad, depending. But still well written and put together.

Still seem to have more to do. Gonna play for a few more hours. It's rare and nice that it's actually curiosity I'm feeling while logging in tonight, vs. any of the gamut of yucky emotions this game has treated me to.

Oh! Before I forget and in the name of attempting to provide a fair review, I do really love the light puzzles and ancient elven tech stuff. That's been a great deal of fun.

There are good parts to this game, but they just don't make up for the shit.

...

A. Single. Meaningful. Glance. As an intimate scene? Fucking DAO had better than that! Are they serious? Is there more in the final sequence? Dear gods, if I'd paid for this game I'd be bloody furious. Incandescently, explosively furious.

Let's talk about consumer expectation. It's something anyone hoping to sell things has to be aware of.

In its, what, 14 year Dragon Age history? Bioware has set certain expectations with their market share. As I mentioned, DAO, while dated and with poor graphics, actually had something extremely suggestive for the intimate scenes. You had no doubt what the characters were doing. Same went for DA2. Not much actual nudity, but again, no bloody question about what was going on. In DAI, some was sweet, some was saucy, but it was even more clear what was happening.

So the expectation for a behind door scene that you got to see has been set. If there had always been fade to black meaningful stares for the intimate scenes, fine, whatever. But that has not been Bioware's history. And it certainly isn't their gaming market's expectation.

Expectation isn't as important in a standalone game. There's no weight of expectation like there is in series work. Unfortunately for everyone who bought this game, the expectation of so many years and so much material has been firmly set. And a long, searching, intense look doesn't cut it. Are all the Romances like that? I don't have the stomach to replay it that many times to find out.

I still have to finish the final sequence. So it's possible my utter disappointment will be fixed, but given the way Bioware has structured its games in the past, the Romance parts were finished before the final sequence.

My level of disappointment with this game has been high all along, but this is indeed the shit cherry on top of the shit sundae of this game.

Hah! And to think I'd actually hoped for an intimate scene between Solas and Inky! (Hysterical, breathless, cackling. OMFG.)

The problem with market expectation? And not meeting it? Is that you utterly lose the confidence and trust of the people who buy your stuff. And that means they're less likely to buy your stuff again. I certainly won't ever buy anything Bioware makes again. I'm out. I'll enjoy the previous games, but if I'm right about my predictions? Veilguard doesn't exist as part of my universe. I'll pretend it wasn’t ever made. Unless I decide to write a long fix-it fic. Because OMFG.

If, as an author, I shifted from rather explicit, panties-melting intimate scenes to closed door fade to black... I would be betraying my reader's expectations and losing their trust.

If this is it for the intimate scenes? Oh man. Bioware, you fucked up.

Pre-play pithy commentary

If you want to skip the snarky paragraph ^?

13th review here.

[holybibly]

mommy!! what do you think of work mv??

Hmm, this is a very difficult question.

First of all, I don't want to ruin anyone's impression of the comeback with my thoughts and I'm just expressing my personal opinion and if it doesn't agree with yours, that's perfectly normal.

To be honest, I don't really like it. I guess when I saw the teasers I was expecting Wave MV style, with a slightly relaxed vibe and maybe some soft sexuality, if you know what I mean.

For my taste, the video is very chaotic and I didn't get many nice close-ups of the members or catchy moments of choreography.

I'm also tired of seeing San half-naked. It may sound strange, but I prefer to see him in clothes, for me sexuality is not about undressing or nudity, for me it is something about inner energy. There's too much naked skin and I just lose interest.

I may change my mind later, but for now this is my opinion.

I absolutely love all the boys, they're amazing, but I don't always love their comeback styling. I also don't like the trend of members stripping, I don't think they need to take their clothes off to bring us all to our knees.

I apologise again if my words have influenced your perception of the video or the comeback in any way.

[rosebarry16]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟

“Between Shadows And Comfort”

Ship : Saira Spencer x Felix Neumann

(Oc x Canon)

Summary :

Saira and Adler are in separation term during the gulf war era, as she joined wood's team. saira's fine till she met felix making her falling for him, one night. They were alone in the safehouse not known they'd end up making love, felix makes her forget about her marriage mess by pleasure

This fic Includes : Strong language, partial nudity

MDNI with this page, please leave 🔞

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟

*Click!*

“The year is 1991, me and Russell got to the point of breaking up, however I still want him as he wants me. Our separation term started it and Adler is nowhere to be found after he was labeled as a traitor by the CIA. What did he do?, both line of work and marriage related questions raced in my head looking for the answers that seemed to be impossible to get no matter what fact it was.”

(Flashback at the therapy marriage)

“I'm sorry to hear that but…I have to admit you two don't work that much. I guess you two could use a separation term temporarily till you find the real answer” the therapist instructed with a hint of worriness in his eyes as he suggested the option. Adler was quiet not saying anything when he heard the word “separation”, making it so difficult for him to not believe that it might lead to permanent Heartbreak or even worse. As I looked at the paper with a few terms and conditions to sign for before processing. Me nor Adler wanted to sign it.

(Flashback ended)

“I still don't feel like I need to be reminded that Adler and I are temporarily away from each other, it feels like we are falling apart. Therefore I joined wood's team and it felt like everything was fine. Minding my business as I play my role in the team, as I met the others I met a man who is quiet and always busy working on technology. His voice, appearance, his touch l, his charm and the way he cares made me feel…attracted. Me and felix are already open to each other even if we barely met but i loved to be around him, sometimes we even unknowingly touch each other’s hand or feel either of us wrapping our arm around our waist or resting it on our shoulder, even marshall and sev are beginning to make jokes about it in an obvious flirty jokes about us.”

“Till one day, their jokes became reality”

Midnight was streaming as the moon lighted the waving ocean, saira stared at the sight in the frigid night, her lips wrapped around the cigarette butt inhaling the smoke. Her elbows rested on the cold concrete fiance, connecting her mid end of her sweater. Her black long hair flew with the wind

She looked at the photo of her and adler being just married, reminding her of the times and promises they made together Only to know some of it broke like it's nothing. Saira sighed as the photo brought her pure nostalgia of her active and young marriage

Her colored chocolate eyes filled up with water, her nose was turning red, her broken heart beated. her eye lost at the fight and gave up by releasing a hot tear,

The urge of saira wanted to break down

The feeling didn't last long when a soft touch was felt on her shoulder, she turned around to meet felix's eyes, she didn't bothered to stay at she true state but to only wanted to act like she's emotionless, the tissue swiped across her lower eyelid start to finish, drying her tear away

“The pain doesn't deserve your tears”

He stated to saira, not liking to see her in situations that makes her weak. She placed her hand on his wrist as she lets out a sign, her heart ache was still going however not severe enough to stop her from calming down. Saira loved Felix's affection of care that he gives her every now and then

“I'm sorry I just…I felt like I'm falling apart, something is definitely wrong with me”

“Would you like to get it out your chest perhaps?”

Felix suggested to saira

“Adler just thick skulled, He never thinks twice before even produce the expected Path when it comes to our marriage. We feel like strangers, we haven't been communicating a lot not even touched each other for years”

Saira explained To him in a quiet voice, her eyes never left his, additionally their hands were holding, unaware of it. Her heart beated once more for him, it's been a long time since this nice feeling. Her lips curled up in a smile as he did

After a few conversations, felix was making her chuckle. Commence to make Saira feel more cheered up, his feelings for her starts to fly up to the 7th cloud

“God…this is nice”

Her voice is smooth yet romantical, her light grip was still on felix's wrist adding to the fact His arm was around saira's should. The feeling of her soft and light skin made him want her more. Their silence were loud for a good minute

“well I hope Sev and marshall doesn't step in right now making more alluring related jokes”

Saira sarcastically said as she let out a giggle for the imagination, felix chuckled know that they would indeed start doing so

“I don't doubt it. They would make it alot in this position”

He replied sarcastically as saira did, their chuckling was alive a few moments. his Gaze pierced on her gorgeous pupils, saira's hand caressed his chest. They felt lost into each other's eyes, Saira didn't waste any second When her impatience took a toll on her, her lips landed on felix's, at first he didn't kiss back but his feelings betrayed his thoughts, allowing him to kiss back

The sound of their lips smacking made them lose their thoughts as only friends. Her lewd thoughts began to spread like a virus. Saira's Tender body sticked on his as they kept kissing. Felix Let his tongue go into her mouth, mixing their saliva more over his hands roaming her hot body. They finally broke the kiss to catch their breath

the act took to the bedroom, saira's moans started to play when felix start To kiss and suck her neck, targeting her sweet spot. her fingers ran through his hair, making him more aroused with her lewd moans. The last became more hard to handle

“fuck yes”

She murmured under her breath as he hit her sweet spot. his lips traveled through her body but by bit until he reached her lips again for a passionate kiss, he seductive yet sliced her bra laces to her mid arm exposing her shoulders and rubbed them gently ad the kiss continued

Saira reached out for the hook and eye closure, separating them to show her breast. She puts down her bra as her nice pink nipples gained freedom. His hands slowly and softly careless her tits. Saira's moaning turned on once again.

It was finally the time, saira laid on her back, separating her legs to invite felix to her nice, wet and small hole. Her juices drops. His finger wiped it up to her clit, the cold gloves material ran through her labia sending shivers to her spine and gripped a little on the pillow, a low luscious groan, he slowly started to draw circles on her wet entrance to lube his index and middle finger to prepare her before opening her,

His fingers got In, started to pump in and out creating a sticky sound, the color pink bloomed on saira's cheeks, her eyes closed following a silent whimper.

“His touch made me feel things that I was..prohibited from for years, the apathetic feeling started to make me feel ashamed of my decision. I won't make it hard for me”

Felix gripped on saira's both wrists, his member throbbed on her small clit. Their breath was a little heavy, she bite her lower lip waiting to enter her. The need to feel her hole wrapped around him

“pills or anything?”

“I'm on the pill…”

She moved her hips to comprehend her strong arousal, her smile played on her lips. Saira gasped as soon as felix enters her, him thrusting into her made her forget about Adler from amount of pleasure felix is giving her, occupying her to even remember who adler was. His gloved cold thumps brushed On her sensitive pink nipples, the coldness made her cry more. Felix groaned at the feeling. A light blush appeared on his face, his pace started to go a bit faster.

“Right there..fuck felix Your so…big and hard~”

Saira whined while she held tight to the bedsheets, feeling him splitting her open. Her pussy clenched on his hard shaft, she wrapped her arms around his neck, continuing to push In and out repeatedly.

“I see your enjoying this too much”

A chuckle escaped from felix's mouth, saira kept moaning And groaning, her nails digging Into his back creating back scratches from how good it feels. The pulse quickened so does the pace, her breathing Hitched again and again. She grabbed his hand and places it on her hair begging to pull it for her. His fingers locked in her hair and pulls it, her nipples and clit harded. She arched her back

“Oh fuck I'm gonna..”

“Yes saira..let it all out baby”

Saira got more turned on by his german accent, Both of them kept going until they reached the point, saira screamed in pleasure as she climaxed. His dick twitched inside of her and cums. She knew conception will start

“…thats it…cum in me”

He slowly pulls out and still has semen on his tip, his hot fluid dropped from saira's pussy

She catched some and flicked her tongue to taste the salty fluid.

A few moments, she clinged on him. A smile on her face with satisfaction that Adler didn't provide her for nearly 11 years, making felix the one who fulfilled her needs. They snuggled closed

“that was…wonderful”

She kissed his cheek and couldn't stop smiling, he continued to ruffle her hair

“Your welcome Saira”

…

“He made me feel so..cared and knew what i wanted, I gazed at my wedding ring, I had a bit of shame Since I slept with another man and not adler. That's okay, not all people can survive without things they need to not die”

*click!*

Hey guys!, I know it's a chappy smut but hey I tried my best lol

Let's see.. "1,807 words and 9,798 characters" wow never been able to reach this height

Anyway I really iam proud of this one I hope everyone likes it so I do hope the details gives you feelings but I guess I'm not that good at smut so..

Yeah, thank you for reading! 💖

Tag list : @fw-priyanshu

[daddysfangirls-dc]

UnTamed CH26

Damian Wayne x OC! female

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Everyone noticed the change. Damian and Asta's behavior and attitude toward each other had changed. They went from clinging to each other to awkwardly dancing around each other, trying to distance themselves but also stay close. They want to be close but also know distance is needed. Bruce couldn't help but feel responsible for the sudden change in their dynamic it hadn't come until after his attempt to talk with them.

Although Bruce wanted to do something to possibly fix it, to make it better, like before, Alfred stopped him and told him to leave them be, to allow them to fix their problems without interference. Unfortunately, He didn't have that conversation with Dick.

"What, Richard?" Damian asked, not even looking up from his paperwork. He listened as Dick stepped into his room and sat on his bed.

"Just wanted to talk to you. See if you're alright."

"Why wouldn't I be? Have I done something to cause concern?"

"Damian," he sighed, he put down his pencil and closed his laptop, turning around." I've noticed you and Astarea have been having problems. I wanted to make sure you were doing alright."

Damian leaned back, crossing his arms. " Problems? what problems?"

"We've noticed that Asta had been distant. Not spending a lot of time at home. More quiet, too. You guys look like you're on the outs."

On the outs is a term used to describe a relationship about to end on the way to a breakup. Damian didn't realize how their relationship looked to others; although he didn't care what others thought, it made him really on the outs.

"Father tried to give us the sex talk. It did not go well."

While everyone was aware that the couple's problems began after talking with Bruce, they had no clue what the talk was about. "The talk?!"

"Mother already told me everything. But I guess he thought I needed a refresher, as did Asta." Damian opened his arms for Alfred. He purred as he curled into his lap. As always, providing comfort. " The subject triggered her. It upset her." Dick watched as Damian dug his fingers into Alfred's fur.

"You know how she doesn't like clothes, preferring nudity." No, no, he didn't. "It triggered her and reminded her of the people, specifically men, who looked at her when she forgot or didn't wear enough clothing."

That definitely put things in a new perspective. Being sexualized by men at a young age, then having a grown man try to explain sex to you, triggering was a kind word. Dick would have to talk to the family about it. Especially the nudity.

"That, along with the discussion of puberty." Dick chuckled

"No one likes puberty, but we all go through it."

"Asta doesn't," he looked at him, confused. " She doesn't go through puberty like we humans do. Her puberty is similar to animals. I believe it is an upsetting reminder that she's not like us, at least not physically." Dick was aware of Asta's physical exam and how it didn't go too well. But once again, Bruce didn't disclose the conflict, simply brushing it off as something to be handled at a late date. A poor decision on his part, and Damian was dealing with the fallout.

"I'm sorry you must go through this, the both of you." Dick stands up, walks over, petting Alfred " I encourage you to talk to her, discuss it, and work things out if you can. Everything will work out eventually," he kisses his forehead. Damian closes his eyes and listens as Dick leaves and closes the door. Opening his eyes, he puts Alfred down and goes back to his paperwork. Even in conflict, the least he could do was ensure the easy transfer of power with Red Hood's Gang.

[selfshippinglover]

Okay so just some thoughts about the Ben interview @ghiertor-the-gigapeen

~Bonjur returns! :DD

~ This is after Mark's death and you can hear hurt he is :(((

~Talks about sitting around and twiddling his thumbs, feeling lost without orders/ a command

~comes from a long line of servants

~Arrested for public nudity in Uni sdkhgdg (FRAT INITIATION OFC)

~Parents are from England

~MARK WAS ALSO ARRESTED IN THE FOR NUDITY OFC BUT WAS IN BUTLER SCHOOL TOO?? WHAT? HIM, A BUTLER??

~AWWW MARK AND HIM MET WHEN BEN TOOK THE ARREST FOR MARKS STREAKING BRRRO TWT

~Ben dresses Mark when he passes out drunk(oh Ben sweetie)

~DOES COCaine ksdvHbjk

~ 3 wishes would be Mark doesn't die, everyone in the world gets their own butler, and everything to be clean all the time(so true bestie)

~ It's like anytime he brings up Mark he's moments away from crying like you can't tell me he doesn't care about him :(((

~Doesn't like Chef like everyone else xD

~MARK WAS AT THE MASTER HARVARD AND BEN WAS AT THE HARVARD SERVANT SCHOOL APPARENTLY??

~Mastertude school is prooobably to make sure people don't get overpaid =-= (i'd bet partying and gossiping too tho!!)

~Most difficult task was when Mark filled a tub with hot coco(bleh) and he had to clean it up(christ)

~Ben wouldn't clean Mark up, he made him clean up himself (so surprisingly, mark can do that but I'm sure he'd prefer not to liek the little bitch eh is dskhbgsdb)

~Mark sucked at cleaning himself SMHHHH

~BEN THINKS OF MARK AS A GOOD FRIEND WAAHHHTOT

~MARK THANKED HIM, SHARED DRINKS WITH HIM, AND ALLOWED HIM TO JOIN IN ON PARTIES? AWWW Mark really did care i think ,,QwQ,, (at least, that's the most we've ever heard of such a thing happening)

~Mark hired him right out of Uni

~No medical issues related to WKM Except that murder is a triggering subject for him

~WILL BROKE THE VASE IN THE WINE CELLAR WHILE DRUNK AND ANGRRY

~DAMN HE DOESN'T LIKE WILLIAM? SAYS HE "WAS ALWAYS AN ISSUE"? OOF THEY DIDN'T GET ALONG I GUESS?? GEEZ FINDS HIM OUTLNADISH DSksgb

~ William owed Mark a LOT of money, Ben saying it's like a life debt's worth

~DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE WINE IN THE CELLAR BUT CALLED THEM A MONSTER AND BLAMES THEM FOR KILLING MARK SDGLHGGJL(He's more right and wrong than he knows)

~was drinking with Mark before the night of the party

~Lives in the mansion and is working 24/7 =-=

~That wine was an 1810 Chardonnay

~OOOH MARK LEFT BEN HSI MANSION ANS FUNDS IN HSI WILLLLLL QOQ..

~But another part of the will was to check up on William every few months and man he doesn't liek doing that :((

~doesn't like Will's denial of the dying(it's just not right), doesn't trust him, but also doesn't believe he killed Mark

~Fell into a depression once Mark left and still is but is trying to go out again nearly a year since then :((

~Had Ben wear gloves the last few months before the party while everything was going down. Didn't want help, to be touched, to be seen, nothing. Ben called it all weird

~enjoys jogs cause it remind him of a happy memory :)

~Ben born in 1891!!!

~Graduated school in 96

~So five years of butlering

~Graduated top of class, known as the "greatest butler of history" in butler magazine.

~Likes beer and occasional scotch :)

~Always wanted to be known as the best servant hat every lived, that people would bid for him to be theirs (BUDDY YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THOOO)

~WAHHHH BEN JUST WANTS TO BE A FRIEND TOO TO ANY OF HIS MASTERS ;-;

~DAMN HE STRAIGHT UP SAID I'M SO GOOD A OF A BUTLER I'LL MAKE YOU A BETTER PERSOOON (Wonder if he thought of Mark like that too :.)

~CERTIFIED PET GROOOMER WOOOOO

~Loves and is loved by animals :)

~Only experience with supernatural is night with Celine and he still doesn't understand what happened to her :((

~He has mourned for Celine, describes her as a kind woman, as has missed her since the divorce...

~Has a hard time finding time for himself :((

~THE ONLY BELONGINGS HE HAS IS HIS UNIFORM??

~Mark really cared about status, being the best, a lot of stairs

~Doesn't like dirt hjgjj

~No opportunities to make friends cause of work(no wonder he likes Mark and Celine so much. He probably saw them most. Wonder bout dames tho!!)

~poor man starts his work day at 4 am

~BUTLER BALL CANON(But wants to run romantic partners by master)

~SAID THE BLACK BUTLER LINE

~Bad press after Mark's death lowered his approval rating amongst butler alumni :( ~wants a private quarter that only he uses

~Likes hanging out the DA :DD

~Believes the Detective's background checks out but finds him odd

~He doesn't take days off? BRO ;-; HE JUST WANTS TO BE DISTRACTED

~CRIES HE CALLS US BEACONS OF HOPE??? ;-;

~Celine and Mark attached at the hips since childhood?(HOLY SHIT THEY WERE FRIENDS TO LOVERS TOO??)

~Has no idea why Celine left Mark

~GEEZ HE'S SAYING GROUNDSKEEPING IS BELOW A BUTLER WOOF

~ Speaks English, German, spanish, and french(but only a little)

~Not allowed to get sick?? does not get sick? Calls in replacements??

~4th of July fireworks run at the last minute! Mark was apologetic and gave him a bonus? They just shot the breeze with fireworks together?AWW THAT'S SO SWEET

~Mark treated the Chef with kindness and respect(DOUBTFUL KJGJBGSD)

~Mark and Dames are close friends and also used each other to look good socially

~Had secrets about one another that he couldn't speak of? (SOUNDS PRETTY FRUITY??)

~Really enjoys Damian's company :)

[grievedifferent]

drabble/meta request: the moment josh starts putting the plan in place, what sparked the initial idea and different drafts of it, what traps or scares got left on the cutting room floor?

ask me questions about my character! ☆ always accepting ☆ @mountaindmned

i think this idea was planned for a while. i've mentioned before how much stress he puts on like his scene with sam when he tells her how important it is she came, her reflections about josh in her police interview about them being close, his general evasiveness during that year (as kind of ... not directly commented on but almost eluded to? by his lack of relationship status with the gang sans chris), etc. here is a post that might just add context as to josh's year between the pranks ie more his time in the system.

this started early. here is why i think this:

a) it doesn't seem like anyone actually fessed up to josh. likely what happened is that josh woke up, the gang realized the girls were not coming back, and josh then sprung into action (with likely chris), spurring action from the others. he had to call the police, he had to tell his parents, and the most consistent story he could get was likely "hannah got upset about mike, she ran off, beth followed". i say this because it seems like josh got that footage somehow (likely matt dropped the camera or something out of stress / not thinking about it). i have also mentioned that the washington family would have sued those kids so hard. i also follow the 2015 release's version of the prank a lot more than the remake for a lot of reasons, which i detail here. more context here. if he would have told his parents, they would have just handled it. i think josh 1) doesn't rely much on his parents, partially a distrust that stems from his illness (sometimes they are heroes, sometimes they are against him), and 2) josh thinks that he can take care of this the way it needs to be taken care of. no parents involved.

b) josh kind of almost implies he knows nothing about their prank on hannah by playing dumb. he's also playing dumb to "being killed" like they could have been killed after leaving, but his general vibe is like "totally naive to the whole thing". this is much more subtle, i guess, but it's there if you look for it.

i'm going to be cheesy and say a lot of "what got scrapped" was what we were supposed to be in the beta of the 2013 prototype by supermassive. likely a solo death for him, more intense probing of sam (the scene is much more explicit with her nudity in the prototype), and probably some additional jumpscares that seemed too cheesy or unbelievable. he might have considered the idea of killing himself out of grief in front of them (not for real, of course), or maybe "josh makes a choice" ... but chris is his hero figure. chris and ashley are painted to be the likable protags for josh's movie.

the amount of detail work, planning, plotting, and just actual work (on top of deliveries, getting these funds (and what i mean by this is that like ... i've mentioned josh either has a bank account he can access or his parents literally do not watch his spending, like he is unmanaged in the money department badly), etc) that this "prank" entails, on top of setting up cameras and a "workshop base", as well as making an entire original character to play ... is almost more than a year's worth of work.

it's also worthy to note that josh basically wrote this with like ... an improvised script in mind. enough dialogue to get the scenes where they need to be, but without writing the lines for the actors. he knows these people very well. he knows what they'll say or what they'll do to get the scene in the direction it needs to go. that is immensely eye-opening to his character. he is insanely good at reading people. he took his education seriously.

what sparked the idea? i think this group plays a lot of pranks even before the game. they are always pranking each other, we see it throughout the game in many ways from jess pranking mike, emily pranking matt, josh messing with chris, chris pranking sam and josh, etc etc. the list goes on. so ... logically, it makes sense that josh would do a 1-for-1. everything he does to the gang is parallelling what he views happened to hannah.

he thinks sam's relationship with hannah meant more to hannah than it did to sam, thus his relationship with sam will mean more to sam than it will to him. chris was not involved in the prank, and he needs "encouragement" to get with ashley. he "makes chris a hero figure" in his film (chris would have likely gone after hannah seeing how he willingly goes after sam and josh despite his bravery stat being so low wtf) with ashley as the victim (hannah was a victim) ... but also ashley didn't "see" a lot being literally in the closet facing matt? what was the point? thus her "tier of guilt" has her lower than some of the others. here is josh's tier of guilt list. i believe he was trying to make a sex tape of mike and jess to parallel hannah being exposed on film (the original note literally tells her to take off her shirt ... it's very ooc of her to do that just on her own, i'm sorry). hard to say with em and matt, i have considered some options, and then we see chris and ash, and then sam is like ... i mean, he's obviously tormenting her by making her watch, which is what he thinks she did with hannah. the bystander. watch your own demise. watch josh die. you watched hannah die. that kind of thing. comfort in the pain of others. too afraid to raise your voice (she literally whispers in the intro and even quiets herself when she heard hannah going up the stairs with the others). she is a pacifist. also, he's more artistically bombarding sam in an aesthetically horrifying way (she is the artist).

the second he saw that video, the gears were turning. he just had to "get better enough" to do it.

[arctic-shard]

Outer Child, chapter 7

( Victoria goes back to containment and talks to Usher. 035 and 049 get to draw pictures. )

Outer Child, chapter 7

Warnings: none

Words: 1000~

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The medical staff let Victoria go soon after she finished breakfast - after all, she only had broken fingers and rope burn around her neck, there wasn't anything else they could do for her. They gave her instructions on how to look after her hand, some painkillers, and a tube of cream to rub on the burn every so often, and then summoned a guard for the walk of shame back to Light Containment - Victoria was still in her pyjamas, after all.

Back in her containment, Victoria got Amica and the Doctor to wash their sticky, muffin-crumbed hands and faces, and debated taking a shower herself. Given how generally gross she was feeling after the night she'd had, she figured she needed one.

Her bathroom was separate from her main containment, but didn't have a door. The shower and toilet were blocked from the room's security camera for a little bit of privacy, but the designers of the containment didn't want the SCPs to be able to hide. Amica and the Doctor hadn't shown any interest in bothering her in the bathroom - they'd only come in when she was in visible distress, puking her guts out - and she decided not to worry about it much. A doctor and an Alagaddan weren't going to be traumatised by non-sexual nudity if they came barging in.

Victoria put on some instrumental jazz for Amica and the Doctor, told them she was going to take a shower and to keep themselves entertained, but they could get her if they needed her. She left Amica pulling the Doctor around in a very ungraceful dance and set about the business of trying to shower one-handed with a plastic bag tied over her left hand to protect the splints.

She had just started towelling off when there was a knock at her containment door. It swished open and there was a pause as the newcomer couldn't locate the room's primary occupant. "West? It's just me." Dr Usher.

"Give me a few minutes," Victoria called back.

"Victoria is taking a shower," Amica announced.

"Fine, I'll just talk to you and your friend until she's ready," Usher told it. "I brought markers."

It ended up taking nearly fifteen minutes for Victoria to dry off, put her clothes on one-handed, and get her hair in some semblance of order. When she finally emerged, she found Usher, Amica, and the Doctor sitting quietly on the floor, the latter two utterly absorbed in drawing. Usher got to her feet and smiled. "There doesn't seem to be any proper kids' stuff around, but I raided the art therapy supplies. They didn't have crayons and I thought you wouldn't appreciate it if I brought them paint."

They walked over closer to the containment door and Usher's smile dropped. "Fucking 2264-4 tried to kill you and you survived."

"2264-4 wanted to kill 035, I was just in the way. So much for it always giving a warning before it shows up," said Victoria bitterly. "But it seemed to be here on its own scheme, not under orders. 035 scared it off by threatening to tattle to 2264-5."

Usher's eyebrows raised. "From my research, I was pretty sure that 2264-4 was the real power behind the throne. I wouldn't have thought it cared what 2264-5 wanted."

"I don't know, I don't understand their politics. 2264-4 referred to 2264-5 as the author of the play and itself as the director. Maybe 2264-4 still needs -5 to do whatever it does," said Victoria. "But why not kill 035 anyway?"

"I have no idea," said Usher. "Maybe 2264-4 thought it could kill 035 without 2264-5 knowing and just show up all, 'oh, look what those horrible humans did, so tragic, guess we need a new Black Lord.' From your report about your time in 2264-B, it sounds like 2264-5 lets 035 get away with a lot. Maybe it's the favourite and 2264-5 would be pissed at whoever killed 035."

"Maybe. The security camera actually worked?"

"Yeah, I expected the video would be corrupted, but it wasn't," said Usher. "A little after 200 hours, 035 jolts upright and 2264-4 just appears like it was there the whole time, it just couldn't be seen until it moved. 049 also takes notice and both of them grabbed each other and shrank back against you. That was when you woke up."

Usher shook her head. "It bothers me that the whole encounter came through perfectly clear. I know 2264-4 appears in the 701 tapes, I just somehow didn't expect it here. It doesn't care that we can see it, that we can prove it exists. It knows there's nothing we can do." She glanced down at Victoria's injured hand. "Combs also said you injured yourself for information."

Victoria grimaced. "I asked why there are no children in Alagadda. I was trying to find a loophole to save 035. 2264-4 said it was for 'balance' and then called me an idiot for assuming it meant population control - that since no one really dies in Alagadda, no one can be born."

"I'll look into it. Maybe it's some sort of riddle or has some double-meaning."

Usher left. Victoria went to check on Amica and the Doctor. They were still entirely fixated on their drawings.

The Doctor's had a lot of red. The middle of the page was taken up by a childish scribble of a person lying down, apparently in the middle of an autopsy. The major organs were present and in the right places. Parts of the body were scribbled over with black, with black clouds above them. Pestilence, maybe.

Amica's was almost nice at first glance. It had drawn itself, the Doctor, and Victoria holding hands, like a child's family portrait. Victoria noted that Amica had dressed her in black. However, the sky was yellow and dotted with black stars, and on the ground lay three large figures - red, yellow, and white, with black blood scrawled all over them.

[creatively-cosmic]

New pinned? Earlier today we got some tags on one of our art that reminded me that we never really went back and explained anything about ourselves, so. Gonna do it now.

Heya! We're Starry. This is our artblog.

We're a 20y/o genderfucked queer polyfragmented system with a lotta fictives. Pretty much everything here is based on shit in our brain. Heads up: We post Gore, Horror, and occasionally Suggestive content (tagged), along with artistic and partial nudity (which may not get tagged).

You might notice we never take acknowledging our plurality very seriously, or explain things regarding it much ever. That's... Pretty simply cause we don't want to put that on the internet for everyone and God to see. We're explaining it here because it's a part of our art and a frame of reference for a lot of things we make and say.

DON'T TAKE THIS POST AS ANY FORM OF A DNI. We don't want things we make to be treated any differently because of this. The works, writings, designs, and stories we put here are all from a place of concious thought and passion! While we call this blog more of a personal art archival, we do genuinely still put it online to share art that we've put thought, heart, and soul into.

For the record, to make things abundantly clear, we'll put a list of specifications under the cut. But in a nutshell, the main "boundary" I give a shit about is this:

Don't interact with our posts any differently than you would literally anything else. When you talk to us directly, just remember to not treat us like characters.

Thanks for reading. More below if you want more clarification.

Stuff that's fine:

We're fine with "doubles." You can be, kin, ID as whoever you want. If you relate to our stuff specifically, too? I promise that's fine. Awesome, in fact!

Comments/tags. Pleaseee comment on our art in fact it always makes our day. We see all that shit. Analyze, keysmash, shit you can even say some unwise stuff if you wanna. Don't hold back.

Fanart. Look if you ever got possessed to draw one of our designs I think we'd die for you on the spot. No questions asked, go for it.

Asks! Man, feel free to ask about anything. Ask about our stories, designs, opinions, experiences, whatever. Just don't ask about our trauma.

You can use our art as icons and such, just make sure to credit properly if it's in a public space ie social media or discord profile. Don't use it for any of that AI shit though.

Stuff that ISN'T fine:

I can't be damned to fill this out in any thorough way cause I don't really have any hard NOs, honestly. So this is just like. One thing, and it's an elaboration on the earlier bolded thing: Don't TALK DIRECTLY TO US as if we are characters. What I mean by this is... Us being fictives and talking about our stories doesn't mean this is a character blog. It isn't a roleplay blog. It's just us being us. Don't send messages or asks looking for someone specific, or expecting a specific reply, cause their source is your blorbo. And don't get shocked or offended when we inevitably act out of character in our posts, cause we AREN'T a character. We're people.

I guess this goes in hand with that but, don't tell us we're existing wrong as a fictive, alter, or system, too. I'll just block you. This is the only serious response anyone who might try to fakeclaim us is getting. I am not here to explain why we are the way we are, who we are, or what happened. Anyone engaging in """syscourse,""" please. Step back and understand that all that shit is, is sticking your nose into the trauma of strangers on the internet to decide if they're "correct" enough in your eyes. Nobody owes you their life story so you can decide if they're valid. Put your energy into something better.

[lexical-lushes]

[Lilith] Let's see...

My sister got taken from me by HEMA. She's somewhere in the upper city now - I can't get to her there.

...an amount. I've killed people. Sometimes out of self-defence, sometimes for food. I don't do it for fun, at least.

More or less. I follow the social contract of the floodwater vampires - don't kill wantonly, and don't feed irresponsibly. Making more vampires left and right is bad for all of us.

Kids. I don't hurt kids.

Weird, by human standards, I suppose. The pathogen rewires a vampire's brain - most of us get over being predators pretty fast.

...it depends, I guess. If I could get my sister back from HEMA... if she remembered me, if she wanted me back still, I'd do pretty much anything. Kind of misses the point to die to get her back, but if I could save her from dying... it's not so bad.

Good. If only because vampires are masochists. Pain is... exciting.

...yeah. More than most vampires, even.

Letting HEMA take my sister.

...more or less. It's... different, for vampires. But there are people I care about.

See above. I try my best to be nice, and not to hurt people if I don't have to. But vampires are different than normal people. We're predators. Empathy would get in the way.

I think people might call me "melancholy", but despair is... I don't have time for that. Keeping fed is always going to take priority over moping.

It's not so bad. It's weird to think I won't really grow up normally, but... it is what it is, I guess.

I don't understand the question.

Strikes to the vitals, preferably. If I can get a feeding tentacle into someone's jugular or kidneys it doesn't take very long for them to die, and it wastes less blood. The heart is trickier, but it's an option.

...the way my parents left me. That my sister got taken by HEMA.

Times I've had trouble holding back. Times I've hurt people I didn't really need to, if I'd been more careful. Having to leave people behind on short notice.

Guess.

A realist, I guess? The world is broken and dangerous and I want to stay alive. That's all.

Vampires tend to be solitary. I... it can be nice to have someone trustworthy around. I miss my sister. But I mostly do okay on my own. It's fine.

Sex is gross and weird but nudity is whatever. Human sexuality doesn't really work with vampires. Sometimes vampires might use it as a tool, but... it's demeaning.

Yes. Obviously.

Yeah.

It's... invigorating.

I think I've said enough that the answer should be obvious.

Make your OCs suffer

When have they been unable to save someone or something no matter how much they tried?

How much death and/or destruction have they wrought?

Do they try to prevent unnecessary suffering?

How do they feel about sparing women and children if given the choice? Do they value certain lives over others?

What's their moral compass like?

How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

What's their pain tolerance?

Do they feel glee at the sight of blood?

What do they regret the most?

Do they have the ability to love?

Do they have empathy? For whom? For what?

How easy is it for them to get lost in despair?

What's their relationship to their body? Self esteem? Self image?

Do they have self worth?

How do they kill? Do they try to minimize suffering?

What haunts them?

What little regrets do they have?

If they could go back in time for 5/10/15 minutes and change something, what would it be?

How do they view the world? Are they an optimist? A pessimist? A realist?

Are they codependent? Do they have abandonment issues?

What's their relationship to sex? Modesty?

Do they enjoy the taste of blood?

Do they enjoy the feel of hot blood on their skin?

Do they like maiming?

Have they tore someone to shreds with their bare hands? With their teeth?

[dolliesrot]

Yeah, even at their best the public is exhausting. And honestly how often are they at their best? :/ You're in the service industry too, right? I don't know much about art but I figure if you keep looking at the world, trying things, and having fun with it that's what it's about.

You could tell I was hoping you'd ask what movies, right?

Sunday

Dracula (The Dirty Old Man) (1969, William Edwards) Pretty repugnant, but it was amusing how they saw their movie was shit and then MST3Ked themselves recording the voiceover narration.

Devil Story (1986, Bernard Launois) I was deliberately trying to pick "fever dream" stuff and this qualified. Devil horses are hard to shoot.

Monday

Calamity of Snakes (1982, Chi Chang) Kind of a dud. I watched the "cruelty free" version, which doesn't show snakes being killed on camera but supposes that they don't mind being sprayed with fire extinguishers. Captures Taiwan (?) at a truly unfortunate moment for fashion. Morbid curiosity was not rewarded.

Viy (1967, Konstantin Ershov & Georgiy Kropachyov) Banger! Magic and witches and state-of-the-art Soviet special effects courtesy of Aleksandr Ptushko.

A Virgin Among the Living Dead (1973, Jesus Franco) Rewatch, but I previously had only seen the Wizard VHS version with the alternate clothed takes and the added terrible slow motion zombie scenes. Much better in this version.

Conquest (1983, Lucio Fulci) Vivid in its gruesome derivative patchwork brutality, in spite of looking like it was shot through cheesecloth.

Tuesday

Kuroneko (1968, Kaneto Shindō) Awesome. Spooky and atmospheric and features a kitty.

The Empire Strikes Back Uncut (2012, Casey Pugh) Warm and cuddly fun starring multiple dogs as Chewbacca.

Wednesday

Blonde Ambition (1980, John and Lem Amero) Easily the most charming and effervescent porno I've ever seen. Also deserving of praise that isn't so faint as to be backhanded!

The Cassandra Cat (1963, Vojtěch Jasný) Pretty terrific and beautiful fable. The cat had little wee glasses!

Lord of Illusions (1995, Clive Barker) Enjoyed the LA scenery and stage magic milieu. Unexpectedly terrifying turn from George's boss Mr. Kruger from Seinfeld. (Daniel von Bargen RIP)

Torture Dungeon (1969, Andy Milligan) What can one say about an Andy Milligan movie?

Thursday

The Boogey Man (1980, Ulli Lommel) I was unprepared for how great this was. A slasher ghost story about how childhood trauma follows you through life. John Carradine, couples therapist. I wept. Watch this one, Anna!

Shogun Assassin (1980, Kenji Misumi and Robert Houston) Finally got to hear all the skits from Liquid Swordz in their proper context!

Friday

Hell Comes to Frogtown (1988, RJ Kizer & Donald G. Jackson) Total male fantasy about how hot it would be if Sandahl Bergman wore glasses and had a bomb she could use to blow up your cock whenever she so chose.

The Night of the Hunter (1955, Charles Laughton) Rewatch. Classic. Needs no introduction. It is so good!

The Night of the Hunted (1980, Jean Rollin) Eerily quiet time capsule of a particular era of Parisian architecture. Also weirdly prefigures Memento, but with more nudity.

Perversion Story (1969, Lucio Fulci) Total male fantasy about how hot it would be if Marisa Mell did anything, in this case send you to the gas chamber by framing you for her murder. Really amazing time capsule footage of San Francisco, too. And there's a photographer character, those are always fun.

Oh and I watched a bunch of old Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies in there, too.

Yay The Fly! I've never seen The Hunt. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you watched the one Mads Mikkelsen is in. :D Am I right?

Hope you're feeling better soon! Enjoy that time away from work.

Oh wowowow you managed to get through a lot! I have a hard time multitasking, which makes it hard to watch movies and paint :,c wish it wasn't either or, but god scrambled me that way so whatyyagonnado. DUDE I watched Night of the Hunter for the first time like two months ago and am pretty pissed off that I haven't watched it sooner! I wish the song about the pretty fly and the spider was on spotify 🕸️Also!! Thank you! You totally gave me some bangers I need to put on my list! (Probably gonna try and get to Viy, A Virgin Among the Living Dead, and The Boogey Man first!).

Also,,,, I think i'd bang him </3 religious psychosis and murderous nature be damned mans got a way with werds.