#hight reference

[the-chaos-axolotl]

Hight chart!

[hadthatdreamagain]

updated some oc refs!!

[aromantic-ghost-menace]

I have a Kenku body. I might die because I attempt to actually fly like an oversized bird and probably end up falling of a cliff or against a tree at high speeds with a levitation spell or other means in the process, but hell can you bet that I will have fun with that! And I might also paint myself red for the fun of it.

And add a pair of waxed on wings.

I won't be a sane birb

Ok, so you've been isekai'd to the dnd world and may or may not die due to the class you've been assigned. Better question. Are you human? (spinner wheel of all dnd5e species)

[lv-tangle-universe-blog]

lol.... not posting

[cosmicpoutine]

timbern headcanons (mostly bernard)

some are 18+

bernard named the specials at his restaurant stupid bilogy shit like "mitochondria"

janet used to hum when she was distracted, and tim does that too to calm himself down, and once bernard notices, he starts humming tim to sleep after a long night of patrol.

because of the pain cult, bernard's pain tolerance is stupidly hight so they like to experiment with bdsm, but tim always goes easy because he's scared of triggering bernard.

they tried shibari once, but tim, out of pure bat instinct, would free himself within 5 seconds, so it just wasn't as fun (i mean, he does this for a living come on)

bernard has a bellybutton piercing

when bernard comes over, he makes extra food to make sure tim has left over for a few days.

soon bernard notices steph comes over to steal left overs so he makes even more food, then cass and duke also come over and soon enough bernard is feeding the entire batfam like a bunch of pidgeons

damien is suspiciously approving of bernard, but he's the youngest sibling, so he acts nice around bernard specifically to piss off tim.

bernard thinks damian is the sweetest kid he's ever met

whenever someone asks tim about the B necklace, he just says it's for barbie girl as a joke. eventually, he starts calling bernard barbie.

bernard is an avid listener of ayesha erotica

bernard walks really silently, not enough to catch a bat by surprise, but enough for tim to only notice bernard when he's already in the same room. he learned this from sneaking away from his parents.

tim and bernard go skating together, but bernard prefers longboards

they have adopted the cover art cat, but never named her so they call her "calico"

they did not know calico cats are 99% of the time females, so they referred to calico with male pronouns for the longest time until damian reminded both of them how stupid they are.

when bernard comes off work late, he usually looks for robin so they can have late dinner together in an empty parking lot

most rogues know bernard is connected to robin, but they quickly learn hes crazier than the bats and leave him alone.

bernard still has no filter so he will say insane shit in front of the bats and they all go suspicious of him for at least a week

bernard listens to true crime podcasts

timbern uses their engagement rings as earrings, partially because bernard can't have rings in the kitchen and tim can't wear rings as robin.

tim also wears his parents' wedding rings in the B necklace

[salamander-spark]

Disguised forms for the other Basilisks!

(Including my interpretation of Number II's appearance)

+ headcanons, as well as backstory for my AU highlighted in green.

Number II, aka Tulip🌷

Age≈ late 20's/early 30's (~15 years older than Vee)

Goes by They/Them, Is the second oldest of the experimented Basilisks. They firsthand witnessed Number One(Greater basilisk that attacks Hexide)'s descent into madness and animalistic hunger. They were scared of what they could become, so they fought extra hard to retain their sanity, vowing to protect their younger kin. Tulip often risked taking punishments from the captors in the other's stead.

(Hight comparison for Tulip's true form (Vee for reference)

At around 15 years old, Tulip hears scouts talk about a new test subject that hatched recently and will soon be ready for experiments. Tulip breaks out and rescues the infant number five. A month of laying low later, and they are both hiding in a cave. Tulip finds a pool of Titan's blood trapped deep within, and they both enter into the human realm.

Tulip can't stay. They know they need to protect Treble and Ivy. So they watch in the shadows as Vee is taken into the care of a couple of humans before leaving her behind, where she can grow up in a place far from the Emperor's grasp. They absorb the remaining magic in the portal, severing this temporary link so that nobody can follow their child.

🎼Treble & Ivy🌿

Ages≈ Mid twenties

Treble: She/Her, Ivy: He/They

I got the idea to name her Treble from The Angel of the Owl house, by OwlHouseAngel on A03. I thought fit well, considering she's playing Eda's Citern in the finale, and the Idea of a basilisk playing instruments sounds cool. (even inspired some things for my AU)

Both were created from the same set of samples, making them almost like twins. They've got a close-knit sibling bond, very protective of each other. Treble gets headstrong and does risky things like attack coven scouts. Ivy often has to reign Treble in to prevent her from being too reckless. He tends to take an overly cautious approach to anything new.

I'm still not entirely sure how they play into the AU, but they meet Vee and are introduced to Camila to be accepted into their family

I loved this shot when I first saw it, I'm glad to see at least someone in the crew cares about them

& 🌺Viola "Vee" Noceda

I like to think she has a collection of different sweaters and chooses to wear them to keep her warm. Basilisks are mostly cold-blooded but passivly use up their magic to keep warm in cold temperatures. Vee likes to conserve energy by dressing warm during the colder months

She ended up in the human realm thanks to Tulip and was quickly adopted by the Nocedas. Not knowing about her origins, she's horrified learning what her kin has gone through.

She's less timid when confronting danger and hasn't gone through her canon trauma (minus a few fears like sharp objects and dark basements from ). She does, however, have trauma and grief from Manny's sickness and death.

[australet789]

Kinda thinking that Odysseus' fight with Poseidon goes in reverse order from the God Games battle?

Like

"I can't afford to die" - Zeus, shows how stubborn Ody is

"I will get back to my WIFE!" - Hera, his loyalty to Penelope

"For every comrade" - Ares, Ody is fighting for his men

"You released my storm, when you opened that bag" - Aphrodite, since opening the windbag is what killed Anticlea the first time, in this is used to avenge her

"Exactly" - Haphestus, Odysseus use a blessed crafted weapon, the trident, to torture a god

All Poseidon's musical screams - Apollo, since he loves hearing good music and Ody kinda made Poseidon get to a hight note, and in reference to Different Beast when killing the sirens

[bloodyinkandquill]

Windforce x Reader cuddling/sleeping

drabble time!! as mentioned last time i did one of these DO NOT request a drabble i do them when i really want to they will be rare and again i don’t do them if requested:]

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“Why do you do that?” Windforce questioned in her normal booming tone of voice. She was talking in reference to you preparing to sleep, putting on comfier clothing and fluffing your pillows.

“Why do I… sleep?” You asked in turn, with a confused quirk of your head as you questioned her question.

“Yeah, you don’t need to do why do you? I don’t see any point to it,” She replied with a huff. It is true you didn’t need to but you enjoyed doing so, it was a nice break and it was warm and comfortable.

“…Well how about you try it and maybe you’ll see why I like it!” You suggested with a smile, you weren’t sure if she’d agree but hey it was worth a shot.

Much to your surprise she grumbled and plopped down on your bed. Luckily she wasn’t in her bulky armor at the moment instead in more casual clothes, a black tank top and gray sweat pants, her outfits when not in her armor were usually monochromatic you noticed. You smiled at her happily sitting next to her on the bed, reaching up to give her a small kiss on the cheek, she blushed a bit looking away but kept her stoic expression.

You pulled back the top blanket, it wasn’t that cold so you figured the one would be fine, besides it was the fluffiest and therefore comfiest blanket. You gestured for her to get under it with you which she did somewhat awkwardly. You laughed slightly but got situated yourself.

“So, what do we do now?” Windforce asked voice gruff as she readjusted, having already dispersed her wings since she could much like her son could.

“Well we could cuddle, and then try and sleep,” you suggested with a slight hopeful tone.

“What does that mean?” She asked surprising you by her not knowing what cuddling was.

“It’s like uh- here let me just,” you cut yourself off man handling the deity to be on her side arms around your back going over your shoulders your own arms wrapped around her waist as you nuzzled into her neck, the hight difference was very obvious in this position but you did your best to also tangle your legs with hers. It was more comfortable than you thought honestly, since she’s such a strong buff woman you figured her mussels would make her less comfortable to cuddle but you were pleasantly surprised by being incorrect. “This is cuddling, is it alright?” You asked checking to see if she was comfortable.

“You’re telling me I could have been holding you like this the whole time?!” She shouted in a not quite mad voice, it made you laugh that she enjoyed it so much making you finish snuggling into her head in a comfortable position. She readjusted slightly too to be more comfortable herself and held you a tad tighter, but not enough to squeeze you.

“Okay just close your eyes now and try to not move, let your body relax, and be comfortable, try to also not think a bunch, just let your mind wonder but don’t think too much about what comes to mind. That should let you fall asleep,” you instructed trying your best to explain how sleeping worked. She made a sound of understanding, okay well it was a grunt but you figured it meant she understood, as you closed your own eyes softly.

It was very comfortable and you felt so safe in her arms, the only odd thing was her lack of heart beat, you supposed it made sense but it was still creepy to hear nothing in her chest. Eventually the two of you both fell asleep, warm and close.

A few hours later when you woke up you could tell she was still asleep, you tried to very gently pry her arms off and wiggle your way out of her grasp, unluckily it roused her as one of her eyes opened staring you down intently.

“You are not going anywhere,” Windforce practically commanded, you let out a noise of protest and she just squeezed you closer, you wriggled again to no avail. You sighed giving up on fighting to get out of her arms, you were the one who suggested this now you have to deal with her not wanting to stop.

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hope you enjoyed! had fun writing it, tried to be neutral with the readers words and actions but i couldn’t help but project myself on them sorry lol, anyways im going to take an hour nap now im tired

[grapenamjams]

Let me take care of you

Characters: Aged up!Togame Jo x Reader

Genre: fluff

Contains: giving him a massage, just wholesome vibes, Angel and doll pet names used.

A/N: this is for the ones who liked that other post I made talking about this idea, here you go lovelies!

🐢💚 Start here🐢💚

“Thats the third time you do that” you comment. Looking at your tall boyfriend next to you in front of the kitchen sink.

“Hm?” emerald eyes land on yours. His wet hand on the back his neck rubbing at the muscle once more within the span of a few minutes since he started washing the dishes after dinner.

You place your own hand at the back of your neck demonstrating what you were referring too. His gaze softens, not realizing you had noticed him rolling his neck and shoulder. “Ah that. It’s nothin just a bit sore, s’all” returning his hand back to wash a bowl.

You continue to dry the plate in your hand. Frowning at him downplaying his discomfort. This month you picked up on the subtle ways he would try to alleviate The tension that seemed to spread in his muscles and it seemed to remain despite his best efforts. The fights, practice matches, being second in command and carrying you and choji on his shoulders being possible reasons for the aching back muscles.

Worried at the thought that you had caused him this tension. You recall how he always seemed happy to carry you anywhere. Even now, taking on the role of dish washer, his neck craning down. He did it without complaint, a gentle smile grazing his handsome features as he focused on the task.

You put the plate away and come up to his side wrapping your arms around his waist, looking up at him. “I know something that could help with that”

His smile widens, looking down at you wrapped around him. Heart fluttering everytime you do so. Making him remember your hight difference. “Yeah? What’s that, Angel?”

“Come with me to the room and find out” your voice coming out playful. You let go of him and give him the towel to dry his hands. He raises his eyebrows in question a slight blush on his cheeks. “What you planning, doll?” He asks letting you take him by the hand to your room.

You turn to face him with a smile when you enter the room, his hands going to your waist as you go up on your toes, giving him a peck on the lips. “Taking care of you” you say taking a step back. Togame holds in a disappointed hum when you leave his arms. “Now take off your shirt and lay down on the bed” you go over to your dresser and get the massage oil you recently bought.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen a bit at your sudden demand a grin breaking through. “Straight to it? Ah, it’s that week already?” His deep voice has a teasing hint to it as he pulls off his oversized white t-shirt. Not needing to be told twice.

Feeling your body warm at the playfulness. you roll your eyes at him “I’m giving you a back massage to help that soreness”

Togame sits on the bed looking at you as you come towards him. “I won’t say no to feeling your hands on me, Angel but seriously s’okay. It’ll go away. no need to worry” you place the ointment on the bed, next to his discarded shirt. Going between his legs. His hands already reaching for the back of your thighs.

There he goes again trying to not worry you. Wanting to always be ready to help you. Putting your comfort first before his own. “Even if it’s a little bit of soreness I still wanna do this for you.” your hands go to his bare shoulders rubbing slightly. Instantly seeing him melt at your touch.

His heart swelling with affection at your words he nods. His lips press a kiss to your arm next to his face. Before turning to lay down on his stomach when you instruct him to.

You crawl on the bed and straddle his lower back. Taking in his toned back muscles for your viewing pleasure. You rub your hands together trying to warm them up. Then grabbing the massage ointment, rubbing it as well. “The ointment might be a little cold, okay?” You say in preparation.

Even with the warning Togame shivers a little at the sensation but soon relaxes. Your hands go on each shoulder pressing along the muscle that connects them to his neck. Starting to rub your thumb at the base of his neck. Immediately feeling the tension and knots that are in that area. You hear him let out an involuntary pleased groan. “Damn, That feels good”

With a smile from the encouragement from him. You spread the ointment all along his back. Starting from the bottom making your way up, your hands pressing firmly into his unwinding muscles.

“I think I need to step up my game…you’re one upping me here doll” he mumbles against the mattress. Bringing up a light chuckle from your chest.

Your hands reach his shoulder blades. Pushing your hand up over the muscle with your hand following behind. “Not at all. You already go above and beyond to make me feel loved and cared for.” You say you as you continue to work your hands. “So let me take care of you this way. Clear your head and just relax for me, okay?” Encouraging him.

Your affectionate words with your soft tone makes Togame chest swell once more. Accepting to be taken care of in this moment.His brain tries to form a response but it was starting to shut down. Wanting to dive deeper into the waves of Relaxation. Instead he lets out a hum.

The peaceful atmosphere that settled in the room seem to keep time still. your hands only stopping once you feel satisfied there was no tension or knots. His muscles much more pliant than when you started.

“Done, how do you feel?” You Ask rubbing the extra ointment into your skin. Tilting your head to look down at your boyfriend when he doesn’t answer you.

His Eyes are closed, dark eye lashes extending out prettily. His mouth slightly open with soft exhales puffing out. You hold in a warm chuckle. Bending down to press a kiss on his shoulder blade. “Jo?”

When you see no reaction. You press another kiss to his Spine making him stir slightly. Letting you know he was only half asleep. If he truly was fully in the lull of sleep it would’ve taken a bit more to wake him from his shell.

Another kiss, this time on the shoulder on the other side. Sweet voice still saying his name. The light press of your lips on the nape of his neck was the one that roused him out of his relaxed state. He takes in a breath, brows furrowing slightly letting out a questioning hum.

“I’m done. How do you feel?” You say against his skin.

“Like im in heaven” his voice is a rumble, laced with an edge of sleep. His eyes still remaining closed. “Thank you Angel”

You let out a soft laugh. Sitting up “good. You needed it. Especially your neck and shoulders” your hand goes to the curve that connects both body parts on his right side. “Got a lot tension there. I think it’s from your tackles” your voice laced with concern for his well being. “Try easing up on those for a little awhile.” you suggest.

You hear him suck in a breath and shift underneath you. You rise up to your knees letting him flip onto his back. Lazy emerald eyes go up your body as you settle down on him again. large hands with fading Bruises going up your thighs.

“Doctors orders?” He muses. Head tilting, making his dark hair even messier on the bed sheets. Making you feel that comforting warmth in your chest. You give him a nod. Togame sighs hands going up to rest on your hips. “I’ll try, but I do love your hands on me” his cheeks blush slightly. His thumbs giving their own massage on your soft hips.

You shake your head at him with a smile. “just ask me and I’ll gladly give you one anytime” your hands go up and down his wrist and arms that are holding you. Somehow always needing to be touching the other, even if you’re literally on top of him. “No need to get yourself all tensed up again for it” you look at him and his pink cheeks deepen as he nods in understanding that you’re willing to do this for him anytime.

you grab the white shirt he was wearing from the edge of the bed. “Now sit up and let me put this on you. Gotta keep your back warm”

Togame squeezes your hips to help him up. Once face to face, you take in his relaxed features a glimmer in his eyes, as he takes you in as well. You put the shirt over his head, pulling it down. He then presses a kiss to your forehead. Making your chest flutter and cheeks tint with pink.

Seeing your reaction made him want to pull you in closer. “C’mer” the words fall from his lips just as quickly as he turned your body, flipping you guys over so your on your back and him on top of you.

You let out a surprised giggle. “We said no more tackling!”

Togame gives you a sleepy grin leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Can’t help it, it’s effective in getting what I want” his head moves lower, lips soft on your collarbone and chest. his Body scoots lower before he wraps his arms around your waist, laying his head on your stomach.

You let out another soft laugh. Hands already threading through his thick hair. “What, A personal body pillow?”

Togame nuzzles his face into you settling himself into the position. closing his eyes. “mhm” his chest rumbles with a response with an edge of sleep already. “and you’re the best one” giving you a gentle squeeze. Trying to soak in your warmth and show his gratitude for taking care of him tonight and every day before.

After a moment your own eyelids begin to feel heavy. But before the lull of sleep could take you too. You hear him murmur. “You’re perfect. Way To good to me”

You gently tug at his hair, hands still brushing him. “Jo-“ you start to counter.

Togame gives you another light squeeze “I know” he interrupts you with a soft tone. Knowing what you were going to say. “But Just…let me say it? I love you, Angel so much”

His voice is like the night wrapping around you giving you a sense of calmness and security. You accept his words. Whispering a “and I love you,Jo” he lets out another hum. Happy to hear those words before sleep takes you together.

[whereserpentswalk]

Having fae blood is weird. Being any time of human effected by extra planer beings is weird, but with the fae you have a very specifically odd place in society. You don't even have the privilege of having it been an accident strangers can feel sorry about, you reached out to the faeries, let them play with your body and make it something more than human, it feels better this way, like you were always meant to have become this. You've heard yourself referred to as a changling a lot, but you're not sure you like that term for people touched by the fae, mabye you don't want there to be a term at all.

You're not treated exactly like other people who've been effected by other types of entities, it's not like you've been touched by eldritch magic, or by demonic or divine forces, or made undead, where you're likely to be dehumanized as a monster. People think of you as being cute in a gross way, mabye tragic, like you were a misguided soul who should have been stopped from becoming this way, and now you have to be taken care of. It's hard for people to accept that you should even be allowed to live a normal life. Every time you look up how to deal with aspects of being fae blooded you always see articles for parents dealing with their fae touched children, like they forgot those children will grow up.

People underestimate you in weird ways. People are suprised to learn that you live on your own, that you have an actual job, that you date. People are so willing to help you or to do things for you even when you explicitly tell them not to. The way people talk to every freind your with like they're your handler. Anyone who has power over you will debate weather to let you do things, or do things on your own, it's gotten to the point where your boss and half your professors act like you're a child whose behavior has to be corrected, they don't treat anyone else that way. You've had to explain to people so many times that you're fine handling your weakness to cold iron on your own.

You know that your body and your behavior is a big part of it. You like how you look, but there are so many traits that make people think of you like something small and cute, the flowers that grow in your hair, your big golden eyes, your pointed ears and little goblinoid fangs, the simple fact that your short and slender and androgynous, it all makes people think of you as less of an adult. Not to mention all those little fae quirks that make your behavior so much less human, that make people want to correct you like a misbehaving child. Sometimes you wish you had become creepier, wish you looked like the type of fae creature people need to be afraid of... You would have hated the body you have if it wasn't so euphoric to inhabit it.

Dealing with other demihumans sucks. A lot of them are nice, but it's hard to get some to understand how you're uniquely effected as a fae touched. Like, you understand that there's just some things that you don't go through, like you know someone whose been effected by demons, whose form is something that most people find incredibly scary, the type of creature that some people want to kill. And how can you explain to him that what you go through is just as much of a problem. You were told by an undead once that you were taking away attention from "real" demihumans, just for existing, just for wanting rights.

You've half given up on dating at this point. Your last boyfriend was a fellow demihuman, but he was eldirch touched, twice your hight and with a massive complex mouth filled with sharp teeth, he kept being called a pervert or a predator for dating you, he had to stop just because of that type of judgment. He was a year older than you. A fully human girlfriend you had before him kept treating you like she was your mother. Most people you meet on dating apps think of you as a kink, like a cute submissive little creature they want to dominate, they're so surprised when you don't have the type of fetish that they think is inherent to your being, when you don't think being called slurs is hot. And than there's the fact that people think you shouldn't be allowed to date, if certain laws had passed in your state you wouldn't legally be allowed to consent to sex. You can barely understand how you'd exist with something like that.

You're entire existing is on shaky legal grounds. It's only because of the state that you live in that you can live on your own, in others you would not be granted such privilege. Even still, wizards, the ones that are supposed to help people like you, have so much power over you. If the mage your supposed to visit for potions, someone you're technically paying to see, decides you aren't fit to live alone you lose that right, if they think you need a spell cast on you or a potion given to to "help" with your fae traits there's little you can do to resist. And if they decide you're enough of a harm to yourself, or to someone else (but in your case it's always yourself) they could send you somewhere very dark, somewhere you would only leave if they took mercy on you.

You've been dressing in a stereotypically fae manner more, and using more accommodations. You don't know why but it makes you feel good. You went to a protest the other day, dressed in traditional faerie robes, you got to actually use your magic to fend off a group of counterprotesters, mesmerizing them with illusions, and sending the crows and hornets to your aid. They looked afraid of you and it made you euphoric, you've been seen as a victim for so long, it feels so euphoric to be a monster for once...

[skittzdaskittle]

IT'S WILD HERMITS AU TIME BAYBEYYYY

I swapped out mumbo for Keralis because he has more of a construction vibe, though Mumbo as a villain is still really funny

I also added Bdubs as Rex

Team Donatello (you know they'd make a pop culture reference when they named the turtle ship lmao)

It's crazy how perfect of a match this is

Also, Imp and Skizz still did a lot of lifting, other exercise things (such as the Ironman challenge), and drumline like they did irl, they just put it more on the back burner now that they're protecting animals and the environment

But they still lift and (mainly Skizz) can put Tango in air jail once all the TangoTek Botificators™️ are defeated

Next is the vilificators :D

Now GIGGS was a pretty good match

But you can't tell me this isn't perfect (besides who would be Paisley lmao)

I really like Tango and Cleo, they each work really well in the position of their respective villains

And I like their designs, mainly Cleo XD

Bonus hight comparison :]

Had to make sure Grian was the shortest but taller then Bdubs XD

I have so many things to draw for this and a couple crossovers and sub aus I have

[cookie-crumblr]

The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 7~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

CW: Fem Reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, asphyxiation, drugged reader, collars, explicit language, names used against reader(bitch, slut, ), size difference/kink, NON CON SA BY ML, P in V, non con anal, biting, marking, burning, drugs like hard drugs (not usage though in this part…) collar and leash use, bullying, creampie, unprotected sex

You awake in someone’s strong arms, at first you think it’s Ace, you snuggle into the warmth without thinking. He smells so good though. A scent that’s nostalgic and comforting to you, a scent that brings you both joy and despair…

A contradicting scent, for the contradicting man that owns it.

Though your vision is blurred the hair color you see is not pink, and the hight difference is evident judging by how far off the ground you are…

You weakly push away though you use all of your strength, you aren’t really moving.

“Pfft, you wan’ me t’ let ya go tha’ bad? fine. Bitch.” he drops you and you land onto the earth with a solid THUD. You don’t bounce at all and everything thrums intensely with pain.

“fuuuck!” The wind was knocked out of you, and it comes out strained and ragged.

He sits on a rock nearby.

“You wan’ed it.”

“Shinsh when do you everr- gimme whaaad i want.” Your slurring and putting weird emphasis in the wrong places. You can’t control your body very well it seems. This is aggravating.

“Bahaahahaha! You sound like an alcoholic!” He laughs deeply.

As he laughs, it echos through the swiftly darkening trees.

“Where, arrre we?” You look around you slowly, eyes widening in the dimness of dusk around you in the foggy forest.

Glancing down you realize you’re in lingerie and a thick collar with a padlock and a leash that he’s still holding.

You reach up but even that action wears you out, your arms fall to your sides. “What’dddid you do t’ me?”

He looks away.

“No! You don’t get t’ d-do that ‘ny more! jack-ass!” you feel your body waking up a little bit more.

“You don’t get to tell me,” He stomps over to you and grips you around the collar squeezing the thick leather tight against you, his thumbs press into pressure points as he lifts you. “What i can, or can’t do, bitch” Your throat feels like it may just collapse before he throws you back into the dirt.

You gasp for air, before he starts back up.

“I can’t be without you” he’s grabbing at his head as if he’s the one in pain, “I can’t stand you! But i can’t seem t’ be without you” he steps over you.

Shakily, you start to crawl, your body moves, but only barely. You claw the ferns pulling up their snapping roots, while trying to pull yourself away from him. You’re groaning through pain and you knew you wouldn’t make it far, but you have to fight. You just won’t give up.

He’s loving this side of you. It excites him that you’re now unbroken, you’ve somehow gathered your previous shards and glued them back together with gold, and he gets to be the rampaging bull in your china shop.

and oh my, is he gonna tear you apart, again and again, as long as you keep fighting him.

He squats over you and rips down the panties you were in.

His massive, bloody hands enrapture your body, groping your breast, your neck, your thighs, and your belly. You’re trying your hardest to fight, fight through the pain, through the drowsiness and now through the shameful heat igniting the coals in your core.

He bites your back leaving bruises and deep teeth marks, as he presses his burning tip to your entrance.

“Please!” You’re always begging him, as if the humanity that has to be buried deep inside of him will ever hear you. “Ezra! No!!” You struggle and punch at the ground.

He’s forcing his hardened and dry dick inside of you.

It burns in both the absolute worst and somehow the best way you’ve ever felt.

You scream, again and again breathlessly, as he starts slamming into you not giving you any time to adjust or feel anything other than the pain now. His impossibly long length takes the air out of your lungs everytime it punches into you.

he has you face down in the dirt, and you’re still begging and screaming but everytime you try and breathe in, dirt is getting into your mouth and nostrils. You’re humiliated and disgusted on top of everything else. “You like this don’t you slut!? That’s why you keep fighting me!” He pulls on your leash choking you and pulling your head back towards him and out of the dirt.

“Hah! I fucking love your face righ’ now” He pulls out his phone and takes a few pics before slamming back into you and then harshly dragging it out slowly.

For a second his hips roll while only his tip is inside you, massaging that one spongey spot that has you moan out accidentally.

“You’re enjoyin’ this too much…” Ezra smiles.

He pulls apart your ass cheeks and spits on your hole…

“N-No!! EZRA! NO!!” even with lube it would still be insanely painfull with a dick his size.

He pulls out of your sopping pussy, “I knew you liked this, slut,” He spits again and stuffs his dick into your tight little ass hole. It feels like you are ripping apart. You’re being torn like construction paper, messily and all the edges are jagged and ugly.

He groans as he pulls your body up into his lap, he completely engulfs and dwarfs you. He bites your shoulder while pounding your ass and using you like a fleshlight. Or a doll, a pretty little doll just for him to shatter. He doesn’t give you an ounce of pity or mercy. “You can take it!” He spits. “I know you can take this!”

He finishes in your ass while holding your arms behind your back. You feel yourself fill to the brim with his hot, defiling substance.

He throws you back into the dirt.

You land face down, overflowing ass, up.

“Better find y’r way home, I’ll be waitin’ bitch.”

He walks off without you, into the fog.

He would have carried you home, but you just had to be difficult.

You stumble forward in the direction he went as your swiftly numbing body drags behind your mind.

You can’t feel your leg anymore at least.

And your feet stopped hurting from all the thorns and prickly plants a long time ago.

You keep moving.

Just as you fight him, you’re fighting for your life right now. Even if it means getting home to him in your dorm. who knows, maybe before you get there someone will let you use their phone…

That’s wishful thinking.

Lights of the college start breaking through the canopies of leaves and you almost laugh, you made it!

You really made it!

“haaah, hah,” You fall flat.

You can’t move your legs anymore and your vision is blacking out, when you hear crunching footsteps encroaching from nearby.

“Did better than i thought y’ would” You hear Ezra, he was following you the whole time, just watching you suffer.

What a sadistic maniac.

and with that last thought, you’re out again.

When you come to, Ace is there this time, he tells you what happened and where you ended up while you were unconscious.

A rival gang kidnapped you.

Ezra “saved” you.

“pfft. I wish he hadn’t” You snicker. “What could they’ve done that he hasn’t?”

After a little while Ace leaves, and Ezra returns, flicking a cigarette butt at you onto your bed.

You scramble as best as you tired and sore body will let you to put it out before anything catches fire and end up burning yourself, “Ow!”

“Y/N. I want you.”

“What else is new.” You roll your eyes. This is ridiculous.

He isn’t even surprised this time, he just smiles wickedly.

“You just don’t get it, do you? Look at chu! All battered and bruised up. Fuck when are you jus gon give in?” he grabs your cheeks and squeezes them causing your lips to fish out.

You pull away, you’re tempted to bite him. He sees your jaw clenching and his already wild smile grows.

“I have nother present for ya.” You cant move to see what he’s doing, your body is too heavy and worn from your trudge back last night.

you hear rustling of a paper bag before he returns to your vision with a syringe and a spoon and baggie of vinegar scented tar…

“N-no, Ezra… Please…” You always beg.

He never listens.

[ghilliedubh]

Loki: Child of the Wind and the Witch

Finding aspects of Loki in Finno-Ugric myth

(This is from an article I wrote on my blog in 2022, I have more thoughts on this now that I may write about later such as Loki's connection with traps, rivers and fishing!)

I noticed in the poem Haustlöng that Loki is both referred to as “Fárbauta mög”, son of Fárbauti, and as “barn Öglis”, child of the eagle in stanza 12. We know that he is the son of Fárbauti, a giant who many see as connected to lightning, but let’s look at Hræsvelgur for a bit. Hræsvelgur is “a giant in the shape of an eagle”, the source of all wind and, according to Snorri, is located at the northernmost point of the world. His wing beats send winds over mankind.

Then said Hárr: "That I am well able to tell thee. At the northward end of heaven sits the giant called Hræsvelgr: he has the plumes of an eagle, and when he stretches his wings for flight, then the wind rises from under his wings, as is here said:

Hræsvelgr hight he | who sits at heaven's ending,

Giant in eagle's coat;

From his wings, they say, | the wind cometh

All men-folk over."

- Prose Edda, chapter 18

In stanza 50 of the Völuspá there is mentioned a tawny eagle who screeches and tears up corpses, "...ari hlakkar; slítr nái niðfölur...". To me this sounds like Hræsvelgr, it fits one interpretation of his name at least (corpse-gobbler) .

Let’s now think about the name Fárbauti. Fár means danger or destruction, and in Icelandic a common use of the word is in “Fárviðri” meaning dangerous weather. “Bauti” comes from “bauta”, which means to strike/hit and has the same origin as the word “beat”. As said before, many people interpret his name to mean “dangerous striker” and connect him to lightning, but what if these “dangerous beats” were wing beats that sent forth dangerous weather? If Fárbauti is a kenning for Hræsvelgur, this would explain why Loki is referred to as “the child of the eagle”.

But what about Loki’s mother? Laufey is often translated as “leafy island”, but the Icelandic etymological dictionary suggests a connection to the Finnish underworld goddess Louhi, sometimes conflated with Loviatar.

Her name Nál is also translated as “needle” but the Icelandic Etymological Dictionary suggests it may also be related to the obscure goddess Nehalennia, as well as being connected to the latin word necāre which means "to kill", especially by methods such as poisoning or starvation. The dictionary also makes a suggests a connection to the dwarven names Náli, Náinn and Nár which are likely related to the word nár meaning "corpse" or "dead". If Laufey is related to Loviatar then this origin would definitely be very fitting.

In Finnish mythology Loviatar is impregnated by the wind, which would tie her to Laufey if Fárbauti is indeed Hræsvelgur, the source of wind/stormy weather.

On the fields of sin and sorrow;

Turned her back upon the East-wind,

To the source of stormy weather,

To the chilling winds of morning.

— Kalevala, Rune XLV, from the translation by John Martin Crawford

I also read in this article that a part of Mari (a Finno-Ugric people in Russia) spiritual practices is a ritual where young women make love to the wind. This is all I know and haven't yet found more information on it but it is interesting to see making love to the wind as a positive thing in one Finno-Ugric culture but further West it is something that an "evil underworld witch" does.

Loviatar is also referred to as the mistress of Pohjola, which is “the extreme north”, a dark, terrible place. In Mythologia Fennica she is referred to as the emuu or “ancestor spirit” of wolves, connecting her to Loki’s association with wolves as the father of Fenrir. Impregnated by the wind, Loviatar gives birth to nine children, associated with diseases but one son stood out:

One remained without getting a name, a boy at the bottom of the batch, a mouthless, eyeless brat; afterwards she ordered him away, to the tremendous Rutja rapids, into the fiery foaming surge. From him sharp frosts were bred, from him arose the Syöjätärs, from him the other destroying ones, he begat the sorcerers on lakes, the wizards in every dell, the jealous persons in every place, in the tremendous Rutja rapids, in the fiery foaming surge. - John Abercromby, The pre-and proto-historic Finns : both Eastern and Western, with the magic songs of the West Finns

Syöjätärs are kind of Baba Yaga-like troll women.This myth has a resemblance to the last part of the 12th stanza in Völuspá hin Skamma, where it is said that Loki is the origin of all monsters or “troll women”.

Varð Loftr kviðugr

af konu illri;

þaðan er á foldu

flagð hvert komit.

Translation:

(With child from the woman | Lopt soon was,

There hence on earth | came the monsters all.)

Flagð here is translated as “monsters” but it is more commonly used as a word for witches or troll women.

Norse mythology is a shamble of many different tales and myths from different cultures, it wouldn't surprise me if aspects of Loki can be found in Finnish myths and folklore.

I want to preface this next part by saying that I have not studied etymology on an academic level, but I do know that Norse and Finnic people borrowed words from each other (f.x. the Norther-Sámi word siedi, which means "sacred offering site/offering stone" is borrowed from Norse seiðr).

If Loki is actually Lóðurr, and there is some evidence he is (Haukur Þorgeirsson of the University of Iceland writes about it here), then Loki is also responsible for the creation of man according to Norse myth. The Finnish luoda (“to create”, from Proto-Finnic *loodak which means "to create" or "cast/throw") sounds like it could be connected to Lóður, however Lóður is thought possiby derive from Icelandic lóð meaning "growth or product/yield". I still find it interesting that another Icelandic verb, afkasta ("profit, yield") has connections to throwing, clearly throwing and creating are sometimes linked concepts.

I also found out that from *loodak comes the word luopa "renounce/abandone" and luopio which means “traitor”. These words are likely derived from the "casting" definition of *loodak and to me sound eerily like Loptur but could be a bit of a stretch as well.

The word I find most interesting though is the Finnish word loukko. The general consensus regarding the name Loki is that it is most likely from "loka" which means to shut or open, also “lok” which is "ending" (same root as the english word “lock”). However, loukko (hole, hollow, inside corner, pit) from Proto-Uralic *lowkke (“hole, opening, cavity, hollow”) attracts my attention because of the aforementioned meaning of Loviatar's name which is made up of lovi ("cleft" or "hole") and -tar (feminine suffix). The Finnish way of saying "falling into a trance" is "langeta loveen, literally "falling into lovi, falling into a cleft".

This phrase, falling into a cleft, refers to cracks in stone being gateways to the underworld in Finnish-Karerlian shamanistic folklore. Antti Lahelma writes about cracks in painted/carved rock faces being gateways to the Underworld as a phenomenon attested cross-culturally. On the rocks by the lake Onega in northwestern Russia there are images of swans entering or emerging from cracks in the rock, Lehman writes that this could represent the soul of a shaman or dead person passing between this world and the Underworld. In their article Liminality, Rock Art and the Sami Sacred Landscape, Inga-Maria Mulk and Tim Bayliss-Smith suggest that Badjelánnda rock art site in northern Sweden should be seen as a Sámi gateway to the Underworld. They also write that water seeping out of cracks in these smooth, south-facing black rocks represented new souls returning to the Middle World. According to Russian scholar Vladimir Napolskikh's constructed ‘map’ of Proto-Uralic cosmology (see image below), the Underworld or Lower World is associated with North, the river mouth, cold sea and subterranea.

(Vladimir Napolskikh 1992)

Photo of a plaster cast of a swan carving in Besov Nos.

Migratory water-birds such as swans, geese and ducks were birds of the Upper World, but the birds of the Lower World were loons. These birds often feature in Earth-Diver myths and Napolskikh writes that in some versions it is the loon (or someone who transforms into a loon) that dives to the bottom of the sea and fetches the earth that land shall be made of. However, in some myths the loon is the unsuccessful rival of another creature (often a duck) which does manage to fetch earth, sometimes the loon is even a form of the Devil.

An interesting theme that can be found in some versions is the Devil/loon/second bird using part of the earth to create the land as well. This is sometimes a team effort between the two creators but sometimes the Devil/loon/second bird deceitfully conceals a part of the earth in it's beak/hands and either deliberately or accidentally creates it's own parts of the world. One myth I find particularly interesting features the Devil demanding a small piece of earth and from the resulting hole emerge all kinds of vermin. Here we see some familiar concepts; A creator, a hole or gap, a traitor, an originator of undesirable creatures. Lóðurr, Loki, Loptur?

Probably the most compelling evidence that suggests that Loki is connected to loons can be found in An Account of the Sámi by Johan Turi. He writes about the loon being a noaidi bird (i.e. associated with Sámi shamanic workers) and being able to foretell changes in the weather. Most remarkable however, is that the beaks of the red-throated loon were used "in the olden times" to make weapons like arrows and it was believed that such weapons are the only things that can kill people that have been enchanted to resist arrows. This reminds me of the mistletoe that kills Baldur as well as Loki’s weapon Lævateinn/Hævateinn which is the only weapon that can kill the rooster Viðófnir.

Thinking of all of his names and these words fills my head with repeating sounds, Lou Lo Ló Low Loo. This reminds me of the sound of the Sámi joik or luohti, a kind of singing which is sometimes done in a shamanic context. Not necessarily related, I just wanted to add this in.

This whole thing might be me just grasping for straws, but I strongly believe that the myth of Loki is tied to something deep. Is Loki the howling sound of the wind passing through cracks and clefts in stone? A being that dives into the Underworld? A cunning magician with loon-beak arrows?

[inkishkingdoms]

Watching Saltburn is an experience that has to happen while actively looking for the hints and symbols of Greek mythology while paying attention to the characters growth into who he is. Everything has a meaning and everything is telling us from beginning that hell will break loose.

We gotta understand and see the hight difference not a directing choice for aesthetics but to represent the “difference” between Oliver and Felix family. The cousin and Felix are higher, always looking down on him. Felix being the “golden boy”, “the god”, “Apollo”, who is here to be loved and venerated by everybody. The gift represents Felix giving Oliver a taste of ambrosia, a test of what is to live with money, being part of the high class, he is feeding him/humiliating him by keeping it at hands reach. Same with the cousins that plays a role of constantly humiliating and reminding Oliver that he is a nobody and to remember that him being there is just because the “gods” allows it and that soon will be dispatched.

Clearly Felix close up is to show his sweetness and to depict Oliver’s obsession. How he see him with desire and infatuation that is actually obsession. The fact that Oliver follows him and watches him from outside his window only shows that is is obsessed and not in love. On the second gift, again we see Felix from below, making him superior and godlike, an angelic figure to be venerated.

Besides the obvious reference of blood and vampirism. Oliver is a real vampire not for sucking on blood, but because he is sucking on everyone’s life force, existence, money, and sanity. His first victim, which a transformative event, is Venetia. The young and unstable woman that feeds him secrets in exchange of her life force. From this scene we know that Oliver’s manipulative skin has started.

From this scene which is almost an opening scene of Oliver’s arrival to Saltburn, the director is foreshadowing Oliver’s plan and view of how all Felix’s family is an assemble of puppets, again telling us that Oliver will be pulling the strings as the puppet master.

Finally the labyrinth scene with the Minotaur. We ask in that scene: who is the Minotaur? Who is Perseus? Or better said, who is getting slaughter and who is coming out alive, which we know. Finally the lunch scene when we see all true characters that are left in the dinning room with the courtains closed and the heavy red color that surrounds them is not only their bloody mood but also the symbolism of falling into hell. A symbol of death and distress that has fallen into them even during a beautiful funny day.

Also, let’s not forget that Oliver is not bisexual or at least I don’t consider him that. I see him as a deconstruction of the archetypal character of the femme fatale a character that uses es everything at their disposal even sex to get their way. Giving a hand job was just a task to get to the cousin’s phone, which was obvious to everybody that he was also in love or infatuated with Felix. also, Oliver might seem that wanted to fxck Felix but it goes beyond that, Oliver wanted to get under Felix’s skin, suck him up alive, have what Felix has… become Felix. Own Saltburn.

[ezraholmes]

Maniac

‘You just went too far, wrecked your car, call me crying in the dark. Now your breaking my heart. I show up at your place, right away, wipe the tear drops of your face, while you begged me too stay.’

This with jschlatt

angst to fluff ig

words: 750

warnings: mention of car crash. (I think thats it lmk if I missed anything)

not edited

Nothing. Again I twisted the keys and felt my heart drop when Nothing happened. I sat defeated in the drivers seat, a silent tear snaking its way down my cheek as the reality of the situation set in. 

       Wallowing in self pity I climbed out the car to asses the damage. I rounded the front of the car and once again felt my heart sink as I saw the front bumper hanging off and lights broken. I felt myself sink down on the side of the road, a street light down the road dimly illuminating my shit show of a day.  I sat there numb to the cascades of salty tears streaking my face, I could just sit here and wait for the sun to come up. A rustle in the bushes jolted me harshly back to reality and I clutched my knees to my chest, eyes desperately searching the bushes for the perpetrator. Fear started to set in and I pulled out my phone, calling the only person I knew would be up. 

        It wrung for a few seconds before a gruff voice answered. 

“What do you want, I was filming” Taken aback by the harshness of his tone I let out a short breath, struggling to compose my self.  “What happened?” There was a bit more human to his tone, possibly sensing something was wrong by my inconsistent breathing. I opened my mouth to speak only to let out a scared whimper as tears clouded my vision. “Send me your location, what happened?” fingers shaking I sent him my location and managed to get myself together enough to form a coherent sentence. “Crashed, into a lamppost, car wont start and, and” once again the reality of being stranded at stupid o’clock closed in on me and I started to hyperventilate. 

“Deep breaths, im on my way” 

What felt like hours later a porche 911 turned into the dimly lit road and stopped just behind my wrecked car, I tried to wipe the tears from my cheeks only to realise they where sill flowing. The door of the car opened and he stepped out into the cold night, yankees cap situated on his head as always. He made his way over to my hunched figure and bent down in front of me, when he was at eye hight he reached his hands out, cupping my face. “S’ok, your fine now” his fingers moved, wiping the tears from my face as he looked at me, sadness deep in his eyes. He looked away, sighing slightly and removing his jacket. Standing up and draping it over my shoulders, then offering me a hand up. “We’re near your place, ill drive you, we can sort this in the morning” I nodded taking his hand, he pulled me up to my feet and guided me to his car. I got In and buckled myself in as he made his way round to the drivers side. We sat in a comfortable silence as he drove, I looked out the window, making out familiar landmarks in the dark as we got closer to my house. 

          Eventually he turned into my driveway, cutting of the engine and getting out the car, I did the same, the motion light by my door flickered on and we walked up to my door, I took out my keys and opened the front door, switching on the light in the hall way and holding the door open for schlatt. He shut the door behind himself and we walked through my house into the kitchen, he pointed to one of the stools for me to sit down. I perched on the edge as he turned on the light and made his way over to me. “You get hurt?” He asked gently, obviously referring to me crashing. “No” I half whispered, conscious of the time and knowing what my neighbors where like. Despite my answer he checked me over and grabbed me a glass of water, I drank it while he sent a few messages. I was still shaken, and the idea of being alone in the house troubled me. “Jay?” He hummed in response. “Can you stay?” He let out a small laugh and nodded. After a few more seconds of silence I set down the glass on the side and I hopped of the stall, he put his hand on the small of my back, his large figure following mine to my room. The idea of the warm blankets and his warmer side a welcome thought after the events of the last few hours. 

[livewire4reals]

The funny thing about corey and Laney’s hight difference is that when you draw them you have a nice little space for there references lol

SUCH CUTE ARTTTT AHHHH also yes... I'm a sucker for height differences they are soooo perfect. falls over on the floor.