#however I am definitely too intrigued to not NOT watch it. this is all your fault littlesparklight look what you've done to me /s

[red-moon-at-night]

this Paris looks soooo cunty, playing his instrument and moping about on the mountains with his dog and cattle, and then here comes 'mein guter Vater' Agelaus with a flower crown saying "My Paris, why do you always seek solitude? Accompany me to the festival in Troy."

Fuck me I guess. I am going to watch this whole movie aren't I.

[uraveragelonelysapphic]

Lavender

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Nature had always been your life. How fitting that it could now cause your death.

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending!), mentions of vomiting and blood.

a/n: Hello hello! This is perhaps definitely ass, but I really wanted to write for these two because I'm hopelessly in love with them both. Please enjoy!

Hanahaki Disease 花吐き病 (Japanese) is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings, or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

The natural world had always brought you peace. The softness of the grass under your feet, the gentle breeze blowing against your skin, the tender feeling of a flower blooming by your hand. You were a green witch, after all.

That was what had driven your family away. You had been 12 when you first sprouted a lily from your hand. You were more curious than scared; you had always sensed there was something that separated you from the rest of your family. Something about the earth’s treasures had always called to you. 

But even at your young age, you knew who you were living with. Sharing your abilities was a recipe for disaster; a sure fire way to have you outcast from your family.

So you did your best to keep your powers a secret, honing them in private, away from the watchful eye of your parents.

When you were 20, the inevitable happened. You were meant to be collecting berries for dinner when you had spotted a Willow Tree. It was worse for wear; you could feel it pleading for help as you approached it with a soft smile.

“It’s alright,” you soothed the tree as you gently placed your palms against the soil where its roots rested, “You’ll be alright.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on strengthening the roots as green magic pulsed out from your hands, through the soil, and into the tree itself, which began to heal instantly.

The snapping of a twig broke you out from your trance, turning your head to see your mother fleeing the scene. Your heart dropped as you quickly stood, moving to follow her.

She was too fast. By the time you had returned to your cabin, everyone and everything was gone. Your entire family had left you.

You fell to your knees in the middle of what was once your home, tears rolling down your face as you stared at the ground. Numb, broken, grieving.

You don’t know how long you stayed in that spot. You didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep, you just sat, staring, longing.

It wasn’t until a cold hand lifted your chin that you realized you weren’t alone anymore.

“Hello, darling,” a voice said softly, and you locked eyes with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen. Her brown eyes were intoxicating, drawing you in. You tilted your head at her in confusion and intrigue. Who was she? What was she doing here?

“You’ve been sat here for a week, darling. No food, no water, no sleep. You’ll kill yourself if you keep up like this,” she said as she looked at you curiously.

Your eyes widened in realization. Death. 

She shook her head at you gently, sensing your fear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not taking you. It’s not your time,” she said, stroking your hair gently. 

“Thank you, Lady Death,” you stuttered out, in awe of her soft nature, directly contrasting the connotation of her very existence.

She smiled at you in response. “You can call me Rio, sweet girl.” 

There was a moment where you two merely looked at one another before she looked away, taking on a rather stern expression. “But I feel the need to tell you, sitting here and mourning your abandonment will only hurt you. It’s not your time. So don’t let it be. Get up, you’re coming with me.”

You stumble away from her in confusion. “I thought you weren’t taking me?”

She shook her head. “I’m not taking you to the afterlife. I am, however, taking you in. You’ll be staying with Agatha and I.”

You knew that name. You had read about it during your private studies.

“Agatha? Like…’The Witch Killer’ Agatha? That Agatha?” you asked cautiously.

Rio cackled, extending her hand to you.

You took it.

And so began the years you spent with Death and her lover, Agatha Harkness. The two women were vastly different to their reputations that had preceded them. Sure, they both had a fierceness to them. They had to, in order to survive their daily lives filled with corpses and taking souls.

But, with each other, they held such a softness. Rio often came back from a long day exhausted and drained. Death didn’t tend to be a fan favorite, and people made it evident, shouting at her and berating her as she escorted the souls of their loved ones to the afterlife. But Agatha greeted her at the door each evening with a hug, simply holding her for minutes on end, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as Rio visibly relaxed into her hold.

And Rio returned the favor, treating Agatha with a love full of tenderness and warmth. Comforting her after each nightmare, preventing her from overworking herself, giving her soft apology kisses after any arguments.

Before long, you knew almost everything about the pair. You learned about Agatha and her son, and his loss which nearly tore Agatha and Rio apart. How Agatha was only a ‘Witch Killer’ to keep Nicky alive as long as she could. How Rio held such anguish and guilt at having to take Nicky’s soul. How Agatha once held it against her but now loved her as fiercely as ever.

The two were made for each other, and though they welcomed you with a similar softness to that which they showed each other, you chalked it up to them taking pity on a girl who was abandoned by her family. You knew they could never love you like they loved each other.

But that didn’t stop you from falling for them. It happened subconsciously; you never meant for it to happen. But when your heart panged in longing at seeing Agatha and Rio curled up in each other’s arms in the living room, you knew it had happened. It panged even further as you looked down, noticing a red carnation that had bloomed in your palm against your will.

You were determined to ignore it. Surely you could enjoy their presence without focusing on the way your stomach flipped when Rio smiled at you, or how your heart seemed to triple in size whenever Agatha would stroke your hair in affectionate greeting. But what you had to do became evident one morning.

“We’re headed out for a bit, doll,” Agatha said as you sat at the table eating the breakfast she had made for you.

You nodded. “Okay! Don’t stay out too late, I’m making your favorite for dinner, Ags.”

She beamed at you, making butterflies flare up in your stomach so violently they made you uneasy. “You’re a gem. Isn’t she just?” She turned to Rio, squeezing her hand gently.

“Oh, yeah, she’s the sweetest,” Rio replied, winking at you as you feel your heart beat faster.

The two bid you a final farewell before leaving for the day. As soon as they left, you began to feel an uncomfortable itch in your throat. You furrowed your brows, attempting to clear your throat to ease the discomfort, but to no avail. Eventually you began coughing. It was a cough that made you feel sick, made you feel like something was really wrong.

And when you coughed into your palm and saw the petals of daffodils, your suspicions were confirmed.

You had heard of Hanahaki disease but had always believed it to be a myth. Your heart dropped at the realization that your love for these women was going to kill you.

You had to leave.

So you did. You packed up that day and left, traveling solo for centuries as you studied the disease you suffered from. 

Luckily, it impacted witches differently than humans. As your lifespan tended to be a lot longer, the disease was longer lasting; escalating at a slower pace before killing you altogether.

For the first hundred years, it had mostly been a consistent burning in your throat and coughing up various flower petals. Miserable, but bearable nonetheless.

After those hundred years, it began to escalate at a quicker pace as the flowers bloomed quicker and sharper. After 200 years of this disease, you were weaker than ever before. Coughing constantly, a never ending sensation of your insides burning, vomiting flower petals and blood.

Yes, there was the option of surgery, but you couldn’t bring yourself to allow that option to become a reality. You didn’t want to forget the love you held for Rio and Agatha. They had shown you kindness and softness like none other. You would die before you let yourself remove the memory of them from your very soul.

And you were getting close. You knew your time was running out.

And so, after another long day of slowly dying, you stared up at the sky, longing for your loves, even though you knew it could never be.

It was then that you felt yourself being sucked into the ground beneath you, and you let out a yelp at the shock.

Before you knew it, you were clawing your way out of the ground, now in a completely unfamiliar place. You were on a path in a strange, dystopian-looking forest. You could feel the magic buzzing around you as you pulled yourself up from the ground.

“Who is that?”

“I thought we already got a green witch?”

You heard a gasp and looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes you had longed for night after night for the past 200 years.

“Agatha,” you said quietly, tears welling in your eyes before you could stop them.

A familiar voice said your name and you shuddered at the sound.

“Rio.”

The two women stared at you and you stared back, unsure of what to say.

“So, are you gonna introduce us to the new girl, or…” a witch in a pink dress asked and you broke your intense stare-down to introduce yourself by name to the coven of witches. 

“I’m a green witch,” you explained.

“We’ve already got one,” a teenage boy said, pointing at Rio awkwardly.

You knew well and good that Rio wasn’t here as a green witch, she was here on work business, but you didn’t want to blow what seemed to be a cover, and you also didn’t have a damn clue where you were, so you played along.

“Well, you know summoning spells, you never know how many you’re gonna get…” you tried cautiously, still feeling the gaze of your former housemates burning into the side of your head.

“Y/N, a word?” Agatha finally asked, and you gulp before nodding and following her and Rio to a secluded part of the forest.

“Hey guys…what’s up?” you asked with an awkward smile, trying to ease the tension.

Rio narrowed her eyes at you, crossing her arms. “What’s up is that you up and left 200 years ago without so much as a word to either of us. Care to explain?”

You tried to look to Agatha for support, but she wouldn’t meet your eyes. Your stomach turned at the thought that you had upset these women you loved so deeply.

You took a deep breath, staring at the ground. “I had some business to attend to. I didn’t want either of you to get wrapped up in it.”

“Was your business ‘killing yourself?’ You look rough,” Rio said, a teasing smirk hiding her worry.

“Thanks,” you rolled your eyes, some tension releasing from your shoulders at the knowledge that Rio wasn’t angry enough to ignore you.

“You left without so much as saying goodbye,” Agatha said quietly. She sounded so hurt, and you couldn’t believe you had brought this on the pair, but you knew they deserved to love each other in peace, not be burdened at being the cause of your death.

“Ags, I’m really sorry, I should’ve said goodbye, I just-“ you were cut off as a violent coughing fit shook you, causing both women to raise their eyebrows at you.

You turned away from them as you coughed a plumeria flower out of your throat. You quickly slipped the flower into your pocket and wiped a bit of blood from the corner of your mouth before turning to face the two witches again.

The eyes on you were soft and concerned, but you shook your head at them, shutting down their questions before they even asked. “I’m fine, just a cough.”

Rio opened her mouth to protest when a witch sporting orange streaks in her hair interrupted.

“I’m sorry to get in the middle of whatever this reunion is, but I think it’s time for our next trial.”

You furrowed your brows. “Trial?” You began to realize that you had no idea where you actually were.

“Duh, we are on the Witches Road, after all!” The teenage boy exclaimed, leaving you even more confused.

The road isn’t real. You knew all about the song that Agatha had used to lure her victims in. 

“Wait, but-“ you stopped yourself from questioning any further when you saw Rio subtly shake her head at you, a silent plea to not reveal the truth of the road to the group.

You nodded in understanding, deciding to save your questions for later. “Alright, where’s the next trial?”

You looked up to see the group staring at something behind you. Agatha and Rio were particularly fascinated by it.

You turned around and your stomach dropped. You saw a cottage. It’s covered in vines and moss, making it appear worn down. But you thought it was beautiful. Perhaps that’s because it was yours. And Agatha’s. and Rio’s.

You looked at the path leading to the cottage. It was covered in flowers. You took a deep breath.

You just got here and already you were being given a trial.

As you and the rest of the coven approached the cottage, you couldn’t help but turn to the women you desire the most for comfort. 

Rio had an arm wrapped around Agatha’s waist, her thumb gently stroking the witch’s hip bone. Agatha looked up at her, smiling in gratitude, and Rio pressed a soft kiss to Agatha’s forehead.

Your stomach churned at the sight, and you felt bile rising in your throat. You painfully swallowed it back down, cringing at the effect it had on your throat, already raw from the thorns slowly tearing it to shreds.

“You good?” The witch in the pink dress asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s just get this over with.”

The inside of the cottage looked just like you thought it would.

Home.

The same furniture, same pillows and blankets, same decor on the walls.

Your eyes filled with tears as you remembered all the time you had spent here with the women you loved more than anything.

“Doll,” a gentle voice said, and you turned to see Agatha looking at you softly. She approached you slowly, holding a hand out for you, but you took a step back.

“I’m fine,” you said, brushing your face and continuing to move through the house.

“This is new,” you heard Rio’s voice from the room resembling your bedroom. 

You entered and were greeted with a tapestry on your wall. It showed 5 flowers. Below the woven flowers was a message:

The words she never spoke will slowly begin to choke. For if they never cared, a life cannot be spared.

“It’s my life,” you breathed out, staring in horror at the plants on the tapestry.

Rio nodded, running her fingers along the tapestry as she identified the plants.

“Lily. Rebirth,” she began.

“The birth of your powers, the birth of you as a witch,” Agatha identified.

“Willow Tree. Loss.”

“The loss of your kin. Being abandoned by those you called family,” Agatha continued.

“Red Carnations. Deep, affectionate love.”

Agatha went silent at this, her brows furrowing.

“Daffodil. Unrequited love.”

Rio and Agatha were visibly shaken by this point. What hadn’t you told them? You were in love? With who?

Rio snapped her head to look at you upon seeing the last flower.

“Plumeria,” she said grimly.

Agatha’s eyes were wide. “What does that mean?” 

Rio only continued to look at you.

“Rio, what does that mean???”

Her question was answered as you began to cough violently again, the sheer force of it bringing you to your knees.

Agatha rushed over to you in a panic. She looked at the rest of the coven in terror. “What’s happening to her?” she cried as you began to choke.

“The words she never spoke will slowly begin to choke,” the teenager said.

“Hanahaki disease,” the witch in pink breathed out.

“What the hell is that?” Agatha was crying now, watching as petals and thorns made their way out of your mouth covered in blood.

“A disease that affects someone facing unrequited love,” Rio said in realization.

As she put the pieces together she knelt in front of you in an instant, anger coursing through her.

“You left because of this,” she said, her voice low, “You thought we didn’t love you, so you left?” she asked incredulously.

“Didn’t want—you to—-see me die,” you gasped out, fighting for air as you began to cough up more and more blood.

“You’re not dying, Y/N. I won’t take you,” Rio choked out, her sorrow getting the best of her. 

“Better this way,” you managed, and Agatha choked out a sob.

“It’s not, doll, we love you, we love you,” she cried helplessly.

The whole coven stood in shock. The two women they feared the most were in the most pain they had seen since they began to walk the road.

Both women hold you tight, desperately trying to convince you of their love.

Rio grabbed your face to look at her. “There’s a reason I took you in that day, mi vida,” she whispered as tears fell down her face, “I felt pulled to you. I knew you would be special to me. Aggie and I love you so much, please believe me.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, ignoring the blood and petals and thorns and focusing on you. Just you.

When she pulled away you gasped, finally able to gather air into your lungs.

Relief was visible throughout the entire coven. They had only just met you, but seeing how your existence being threatened had brought absolute devastation to two of the most intimidating women on earth had shaken them.

As you began to breathe again, you sagged against Agatha.

“You’re okay, doll, you’re okay now,” she assured you as she gently ran a hand through your hair.

The door to the cottage slammed open, and the rest of the coven took it as their cue to leave, giving you three a moment to recover.

As you laid against Agatha, you looked at Rio with tired eyes. “Sorry for getting blood on you,” you rasped, causing the woman to roll her eyes at you.

“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” She scolded before taking both of your hands in hers. “I. Love. You.”

Tears filled your eyes at her earnest confession. “I’m so sorry I ran,” you began, your body shaking, “I saw the love you had for each other, and how much you had healed each other, and I couldn’t hurt that. I didn’t want you to see me die. It wouldn’t have been your fault,” you said brokenly.

Agatha shushed you, kissing the top of your head. “You shouldn’t have run. It would’ve saved us all 200 years of agony,” she said, and you hang your head in guilt.

But then you felt a cold hand lifting your chin. And suddenly you were 20 years old again, looking into the eyes of Lady Death herself. 

But this time, instead of looking at you with curiosity, she looked at you with something much stronger. She looked at you with love.

“But we’ve got you back now,” she said, smiling tearfully at you, “so we’re taking you in. Is that okay?”

Your body wracked with sobs as you nodded, and both women were holding you in an instant. Your back was against Agatha’s front as her arms wrapped around your waist. Rio straddled you, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled you close.

And out of the cracked wooden floor of that cottage, something bloomed.

Lavender. Healing. Love.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Older

This is for the @6esiree contest that they are holding! I hope you enjoy it, and even if it doesn't perform well, I am glad to have made something long! Word Count 3.5k Alastor x Gen Z Reader Based on Song Older by Isabel LaRosa TW: Sexual content, stubbornness, gen gap, age gap, tentacles, begging

Dying wasn’t the first thing on your list of exciting things to do. I mean, yes, you were a 23-year-old living in 2024, so of course, your will to live was low, but that didn’t mean you were ready for it when it happened. No, instead, death came hard and fast, all because you had some serious FOMO and a quite pitiful YOLO moment. 

One minute, you were having a great night out with friends, you had a handsome silver fox wrapped around your finger, and then the next thing, you woke to a red landscape of what you only assumed was hell. With your life, it made sense why ‘Hell’ was where you ended up. You died partying and sleeping with the older man, so it only made sense that this was where you would consequently end up. 

A deep sigh left you as you looked at the chaos around you. The only good thing you saw so far out of this event was that you didn’t have bills to pay anymore. It looked like as long as you played your cards right, you could get anything here without needing money. As that thought crossed your mind, an ad for redeeming sinners played on a nearby radio. 

The voice on the radio was alluring as all hell and had you questioning your life and undead choices. Not even five minutes into being dead, and you are already fawning over an older man's voice. It's good to know that living habits don’t die with you in the afterlife. 

Your resolve not shaken, you make your way to where the voice spoke of the Hazbin Hotel and find yourself at the base of a hill, looking up at a grand building with flashing lights. A shiver runs up your spine as you realize how powerful whoever runs this place must be. Maybe pretending to want to be saved would be well worth your time, then. 

Let’s get one thing straight here: you are no damsel; you may like your men older, but that doesn’t mean you need one. No, you are an independent queen who can do what she pleases. She just also realizes when to fold and when to hold her hand. Right now, seeking refuge from the fires and sex work was worth it; however, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t earn your keep all the same. 

While you thought about these prospects and made your way up to the door, you noticed it was open without you even having to knock. Pushing your head through more of the door, it was clear to see what type of establishment this was…a chaotic one. 

Just standing in the entryway, the sights before you were hilarious and intriguing. A cat at the bar grumbled as he watched a spider dance on the bar. A young lady resembling a lamb hurriedly tried to stop the provocative dancing while a gray woman yelled at the spider. A cyclops laughed hysterically while tossing what you could only imagine was a bomb. A small woman rushed around laughing and stabbing the air while a man who looked a little like the lamb girl walked through the room. 

The deer caught your eye the most, though, and it seemed you caught his, too, as he was the only one looking at you and your entrance. You two held eye contact, a shiver running up your spine. Oh, you definitely could get used to staying here. 

Nodding more to yourself than the deer man, you walked in further and cleared your throat, everyone stopping to look at you. With a slight wave, you smiled brightly and introduced yourself.  “Heya, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet ya,”

The room was silent, causing you to laugh awkwardly. As you slowly backed away, thinking maybe this wasn’t a great idea, the lamb girl came over and jumped on you. Holding your arms and bouncing, she spoke excitedly. 

“Oh my goodness, a new arrival! Hi, my name is Charlie. I am the hotel's owner,” She beamed proudly at the statement and motioned to the others all in the lobby area of the room, “And this is the Hazbin Hotel residents and staff! The cat is Husk, then Angel Dust, Vaggie, Cherri, Nifty, my father,” She leaned in and whispered, “Also known as Lucifer,” 

Laughing at your surprised face, she pointed to the deer man last. “This is Alastor. He is the hotelier; he helps me run the hotel! Was it his broadcast that brought you in?”

You shook your head at the information overload and laughed softly. Nodding to the question, you looked at everyone around. “Yes, I actually passed not too long ago, and as I was weighing my options on where to go, I heard the message on the radio.” 

Charlie beamed proudly at Alastor, who just smiled at you precisely as he had been this entire time. You couldn’t lie. He was drop-dead gorgeous. He was tall and fit, and if his voice sounded anything like how it did on the radio, you would be a goner for sure. He was an enigma and one you knew you had to be careful of if you wanted to make it out of this hotel with your head screwed on straight. 

“My my, I am quite honored my radio show was able to bring in a petal quite like yourself, dear,” He spoke so smoothly, and you knew right then how right you were; you were a goner. “I do hope you are staying here with us to be redeemed as Miss Charlotte wishes; I am eager to learn…more about you, miss Y/N.”

You swallowed thickly, nodding. Looking at the others, you laughed and began some small talk while they decided where would be the best place to put you. The conversations ranged from how everyone died to how people got here, and you learned more about how hell worked. Learning that Alastor owned many souls only made him more appealing and dangerous. 

As Charlie led you to your room, she made sure to inform you of the dangers of getting mixed up with Alastor. Being mindful of her warnings and the blaring alarms in your head that did not match the alarms between your legs, you made it a goal to avoid falling for Alastor at all costs. Oh, how wrong you were for that. 

Alastor had his eyes on you the minute he felt your presence near the hotel. You were unlike any other woman he had seen. You looked young and still full of life, so how could someone like you have died so carelessly? Not to mention, he did find you oddly attractive, and your calm demeanor was refreshing. He wanted you and in more ways than just your soul.

He knew the best way to any woman's heart was to court her and get her to fall for him slowly till she needed him and him alone. However, you were a tricky one to get under the skin of. You were so damn stubborn and stuck in your ways of being the lead in your own life that allowing him any control seemed futile. However, the challenge you possessed was all the more thrilling to him. 

It started off simple: He escorted you around the hotel. He wanted to lead you around like a gentleman, but you had your own plans. As he talked and explained a specific part of the hotel, your attention was elsewhere in your explorations. 

“Y/N, dearest, are you even paying attention?” he asked you sharply as you looked at the paintings for the millionth time since your arrival. You really wanted to listen to him, but this was kind of boring. After becoming close with the others, you were eager to hear more about their lives than be trapped with the man you swore not to sleep within this proximity to you. 

“Sorry, Alastor. Yes, I am listening. I was just wondering about some of the paintings; they are quite pretty.” You were honest, at least in the fact that you enjoyed the paintings. Someone had a knack for art, and you were not shy to admit it. However, when you soon learned it was he who chose all the art minus a handful, you quickly shut down your praise. 

The next time Alastor tried to win you over and claim your soul was when he began opening doors for you. He never thought the day would come when he saw someone challenge him so brazenly. However, that was probably the day he fell in love with you, as he allowed it to happen.

“Uh…Alastor, what are you doing?” You looked at the opened door with your arms crossed, your body still midstep from when he raced ahead to open the door. 

“I am being a gentleman, Miss Y/N, that is all.” He looked so innocent, but you had heard more stories and learned so much about him from the shadows. He was no innocent man but a cold-blooded killer. You wouldn’t lie, though, that his past and present only made you that more attracted to the idea of him. You wanted him biblically, and it only made you hate his advances more, as you didn’t want to lose your soul. 

“No, thank you, Alastor. I can open my own doors.” You quickly took the door from him, closing it and reopening it before walking through. The look on Alastor's face was akin to pain and frustration. He was not a fan of your independent attitude and was willing to bet he could break you before the year ended. 

Alastor resorted to making sure you always walked on the right side of the road, that your chairs were pulled out for you, and that your food was pre-cut; he even went out of his way to acquire a simple ruby necklace for you to wear so others knew you were accounted for. However, you were stubborn and not taking on his advances. All you would give him was that Cheshire grin and stubbornly push his buttons by mimicking his chivalry with your version. 

When it came to Alastors courting skills and all his advances, you managed to turn them down in the same stubborn way. However, it didn’t go amiss by Alastor that each turn down went from cold and distant worry to more playful and light-hearted jests on your part. Was it possible you were falling for him, too? 

He admitted to himself a while ago, just as you had that the immediate attraction you two felt despite the age and generational gap was mutual. He didn’t know how to break you while you were too worried about becoming his next meal, even though the way he wanted to eat you was not how you were thinking. 

That was until one fateful day when the hotel was barren except you two. You had sat perched in the library reading some trashy romance novel, hoping to get yourself off while Alastor was busy with his work. Busy working till his shadow happened to inform him of what you were reading. 

The book you had chosen was interesting in that the main female lead was a time traveler who managed to end up in the olden times as a helpless damsel needing a strong man to care for her—the complete opposite of what you were as a person. However, you wouldn’t lie that the thought of letting Alastor take care of you wasn’t electrifying; it just went against everything you stood for. 

However, reading the book and getting to the more intense sex scenes where the woman is restrained and taken care of sexually only caused you to feel more of a heated desire for the man who had plagued your thoughts since you made eye contact with him all those months ago. Sighing deeply, you flipped to the next page and moaned softly at the words, wishing it to be you. You wondered how long your and Alastor’s game of cat and mouse would play out until one caved.

Alastor entered the room and looked over your shoulder. He was enamored with you rutting into your leg as you read the heated pages. He smirked as a tentacle wrapped around your throat and pulled your attention up from the book to his eyeline. “My dear, what do we seem to have here?” He practically purred, and you whimpered softly. 

You were already so close to release on your heel that you didn’t realize the pleas coming from your lips. You needed an older man badly; you needed Alastor—someone who would worship your body. As the pleas left your lips, it didn’t take long for Alastor to pounce on you, his pent-up desire for the independent brat growing. 

Alastor wasted no time and already had your sleep shorts pooled at your ankles,  ratty nightshirt hiked up your back and drooping off one shoulder. Your inner thighs were slick and glistening with arousal from your earlier menstruations while reading.

 Alastor hummed in amusement, bending you over the couch, his cold tentacles holding you in place as he moved down your back. His soft breaths tickled you as much as they excited you. He hummed as he saw your pussy in full view, a smile growing on his face. He touched it softly, slick coating his hand as he spoke, “My dear, you are already soaking; you were thinking about me, weren’t you? Thinking about me taking you just like that man does in that book.” He smiled wider, lining his face with your slick. “All you had to do was ask, beautiful.”

A tender hand pushes down on your back, further squishing your chest into the soft plush of the couch arm, his other hand grasping firmly at the fat of your backside where Alastor’s face is lapping at your dripping cunt. Soft mewls cry from your lips, hands reaching back to grasp his head, fingers tangling through the soft red and black locks, being mindful of his ears. He only grunts in response as he continues his onslaught on your most sensitive area.

What felt like minutes and hours at the same time passed; your legs were trembling, knees threatening to buckle under you with three orgasms already coaxed out of you on his tongue alone, milking you of your sweet, slick nectar. Your quiet, strained cries did nothing but aid the tightness in Alastor’s dress pants, his cock oozing arousal in his boxers, dampening the fabric beyond. Every involuntary shift of his hips causes more friction and tension with the fabric, sending a groan throughout your pussy.

Alastors noises vibrate against your cunt, shocking your overstimulated and oversensitive clit. All you can do is cry out as he pushes himself deeper, closer. his tongue is merciless and selfish as he threatens to swallow you whole. At this point, you're begging for him to relent, repeated pleas of his name falling from your lips as the familiar heat builds in your core, and you writhe under his hands. The cold slick of his tentacles digs into your skin as he takes hold of your ankles and wrists now to keep you open. 

Everything becomes overstimulating as the world begins to spin. Your jaw goes slack, and saliva pools in your mouth as it threatens to spill over your swollen lips. Tears are streaming down your flushed face, your hair is frizzy, and your eyes are practically rolling to the back of your head as yet another release washes over you, sending a shudder through your body.

Alastor finally pulls his face away from the space he has claimed as his between your thighs, not without flattening his tongue over your cunt for a last taste gathering all of you he could. The tentacles held you tighter as he smirked and sat upright, admiring the mess he had made of you. A slick shimmer on his face as he licked his lips, “Delicious, better than any venison I have ever had, dove.”

As he stands up, his hand on your back pushes you back onto the couch arm. He kneaded the flesh of your backside, groaning at the sight in front of him. His hands meet your hips, pulling you back on his clothed erection. A small yelp escapes your lips at the friction against your sensitive area. Your frayed nerves against the soft material that soaks up your arousal and previous releases. 

You whine as he rocks his hips slowly, grunting as he watches the material dampen quickly before he pulls away from your hips. His movements are hasty, and he does not waste any more time as he uses more tentacles to help not only hold your wiggling form but also get his clothes off him. He liked this sight of your half-dressed attire as he held purchase over you, dominance you refused till now to give up.

Once he was undressed, he bleated softly at the warmth of your puffy, swollen folds as he rubbed his cockhead up and down your pussy before catching your willing slit. He groans at the tightness that welcomes him; the slick, clamping, spongy walls that pulse around his dick almost milks him of every last drop of cum. 

Your voice is hoarse, almost gone by the time his cock is sheathed in you, his cockhead brushing your sweet spot as you feel him abuse your need for him. You can feel every prominent vein of his cock against your spongy walls; they're practically ingrained in you as your pussy is molded to take his dick.

A creamy, white circle forms at the base of his cock as he pushes his length inside, his girthy dick stretching your weeping pussy with loud, lewd squelches. He doesn't give you time to compose yourself. He's selfish tonight, unapologetically so, because you had been toying with him for too long. After almost a year of cat and mouse, this is finally how he takes you. You drove him mad.

It isn't long until your backside is red, his hips pistoning into your sopping cunt, the sight of your slick pussy swallowing his red, angry cock so needily, sucking him in so desperately and clamping around him was addicting, and the feel even more so. His pace isn't lovely; he's mean, relentless, and bruising.

"Fuck sweetheart, so needy for me; you could have just told me how much you wanted this from the get-go. Saved us both precious time," he whined in your ear, his cock drilling into your tight hole as he nipped at your earlobe. Claws out, he uses his hands, kneading the fat of your ass, a sharp slap to your skin causing it to turn even more flushed and red as he fucked himself stupid using your cunt.

He was growing more and more pussy-drunk, drool forming in his mouth and pooling in his permanent smile, leaning over to place his lips onto the expanse of your shoulder. He pressed lewd, wet kisses against your supple skin, adding to the marks and bruises from his teeth as his demonic form began to take precedence.

With how hard he was holding on to you with his hands and tentacles, you were covered in bruises. He was marking you as his not only with chivalry and jewels but pretty marks that will mar your skin for weeks. He tightened his hold around your throat, pulling you up to a sitting position. He pumped into you harder, watching your stomach grow with his length in you. He groaned heatedly as he transformed more; his hand was pulling you up while his other hand began pushing down on the spot on your belly where he was poking through. 

As you both whined and felt relief, he growled in your ear, “I will make you all mine, my Doe. Not a single person can have you now.” He pushed harder for a few more pumps before you two were spilling over one another. He filled you to the brim, his seed spilling out before he could even pull out of you. With a satisfied hum, he let his body slowly return to normal as he slid out. 

You were fucked out beyond belief. He smiled, gently picking you up and placing your clothes back on you. He held you in his arms and sighed, acting as if he didn’t just release eons of pent-up sexual tension on you. He snapped his fingers, redressing, and walked with you in his arms to his chambers. There, he would repeatedly remind you who you now truly belong to. Soul or not, he was the one to dominate the disobedient brat you were.

[kissitbttr]

a very tiny fic of frat!miguel pining on cheerleader!y/n in college. might expand, we’ll see ;)

-

fucking. frat parties, man,

you hate it. despise it even. what’s so good about them anyway other than the fact watching dumb boys in snapbacks making a fool of themselves with drinking games?

definitely not your scene, but unluckily for you—it has always been your friends favorite thing to look forward to,

“you need to cut yourself some slack babe. this party will do you good! i promise!”

rolling your eyes, you slip on one of your favorite heels before glaring at her. “doubt it but thanks for the positivity”

“maybe todd will be there and you guys will catch up?”

“like hell we will” you scoff, walking towards the dressing table to pamper yourself,

“that shit is history, he’s a fucking dead man”

a certified douche bag, that’s what todd is. dated him in sophomore year and the relationship went for about six months before calling it quits because he had his tongue down some other girl’s throat and he had the nerve to blame it on you,

you were pretty much done with men at that point,

“she’s right” one of your friends, gloria points out. “you guys forgot what that asshole did to her, hm?”

“but” one girl steps in. “people change, right?”

you and gloria exchange looks, biting back a mocking smile at how innocent and naive the girl sounds. however, you shake your head at gloria, telling her to hold it in.

“yeah, sure” you shrug at her question, busying yourself with makeups as the other girls from behind you continue with their chatting,

“what about miguel? that tall sexy one”

your hand freezes at the name, as a collective of ooh’s and dreamy sighs fall upon your ears. yet you dismiss it anyway,

“and what about him?”

lyla, the pixie haired cut girl chimes in. “wasn’t he the one who blew you a kiss during the football game? you know, when you were cheering”

it was the championship game, one after finals had ended. you and your cheerleading team were on the sidelines doing the stunts. one of the duties of being one was to cheer for your home team. being extra perky and all smiley,

he scored another touchdown within the last ten seconds, in which the crowd had erupted into loud cheers. this man sure got some speed on his feet,

you clapped your poms poms together, jumping in excitement while yelling out his jersey number. the rest of the girls are doing the same thing, some even louder than others. leading the crowd to loudly chant his last name,

miguel took his helmet off, smiling proudly at the full audience while bumping his chest with his fist. then his eyes landed on you, smile going wider as he watched you cheer for his team,

then he did it. blew you a kiss as he waved. mouthing a ‘that one’s for you’ before winking, in which you only rolled your eyes at the respond. you truly had no time entertaining another heartbreaker on campus.

that man maybe devilishly handsome and charming, but he also shared some highly disturbing amounts of girls in his dorm,

or so you have heard.

his friend jogged towards him, clasping his hand around miguel’s shoulder,

“new girlfriend, o’hara? or looking for a quick fuck?”

if it was any other circumstances, he’d punch him for saying that about you. but he was far too entranced by your beauty to actually give a shit. instead he smiled, eyes refused sto leave yours as he watched your body move.

“girlfriend. working on it, compá”

his voice is confident. almost like he’s sure that you’ll be his. and you will

miguel finds you to be far more intriguing than the rest. beautiful, top of the class, fucking funny too. ever since he had exchanged a couple words with you during one the class you both shared, you pretty much occupy his mind from there.

and he had watched you punch one of the guys at his party one time so safe to say you’re the reason why his dick is hard for the rest of the night

“not only that. he touched down and said it was for you, didn’t he?! ugh! i am so freaking jealous!”

it’s almost funny how hopeless romantic most of your friends are. i mean sure, you are too, who isn’t? but you would argue that if it wasn’t coming from miguel, those girls probably won’t be swooning like right now,

“you both are overreacting. he was just in the heat of the moment.”

“nuh uh” gloria shakes her head in disagreement, scoffing with a small smirk. “she’s right, that boy wants you. he wants you bad. like ‘24/7 deep dick inside your pussy and won’t let you walk straight after fucking’ wants you”

“a very… vivid detail, gloria…” you widen your eyes with a laugh while the other girls agree. “but okay”

“how do you even know that?”

“beck said so” she shrugs, making you look at her with a deadpan expression. “what? me and him went back to fucking, don’t judge me!”

a snort escapes your lips, tugging the lipgloss back out of your makeup pouch before unscrewing the tube,

“he’s like a total player, no? i don’t think i could get together with a man who sticks his dick into any hole”

“that’s not true. they’re just rumors”

“yeah, wasn’t dana the only girl he had ever dated?”

“no that was xina. dana fucked his brother”

“what?!”

“isn’t it the other way around?”

“i’ve never seen him with girls that often. your opinion could be wrong y/n”

you brush it off and let the girls gossip in the back. whether it’s true or not, staying away would probably better. after todd, you don’t think you can afford another heartbreak.

fucking. men

-

the party had started a few hours ago, and it’s packed. a lot of students come and start filling up the house, the sound of asap rocky’s ‘frat rules’ booming through the speakers.

it’s not even close to midnight but miguel already spot a few kids getting drunk and throwing up in the backyard making him winces in disgust. he has told a few of his friends to keep an eye for broken furnitures but he doubts any of them listen,

they’re far too busy exchanging saliva with some of the girls from the sorority,

“yo o’hara! beer pong later! you’re on my team!”

peter, one of his frat brothers yells. miguel looks over his shoulder to see him standing by the pong table with the others, he has his arm around a red haired girl’s shoulder.

miguel flashes a smile, head shaking as he fixes himself a beer from the keg. “count me out, parker. go find other team player”

“oh boo! you’re no fun these days, o’hara! don’t tell me you’re standing by to see if she’s coming?”

“wait, miguel’s crushing on someone?” the red haired asks

“i told you babe, it’s the girl from cheerleading team”

miguel doesn’t respond, because peter is right. he has been scanning over the room, pacing back to back to see if you’re here yet. a disappointment sigh leaves his mouth each time he fails to find you,

his frat brothers think he’s gone crazy. because why would he get himself so worked up over one girl when there’s dozens of others lining up to get dicked down by him? pretty ones even,

but that’s the thing, miguel doesn’t find hooking up to be something that needs to be praised for. why would he pat himself on the back for screwing half of the sorority sisters? or bet on who gets to be the lucky bastard to get into the quiet girl’s panties?

gross. that’s for sure. but it seems that his brothers think otherwise. he has no say in that, obviously. to each their own.

“she’s coming, dude. chill. you’ve been eyeing the goddamn door non-stop” beck chuckles, sipping on his beer can

he ignores him, clicking the tongue against his teeth. “you told gloria, right? to bring her here?”

“i did. so stop worrying. enjoy for a bit”

beck leaves him with that, not before bumping miguel’s shoulder lightly with his fist, leaving miguel with his brows furrowed and lip in a small pout,

‘where are you?’ he thinks,

“hey miguel”

a feminine voice pulls him out of the trance, in which he quirks an eyebrow and notices a short haired girl appears by his side, dragging her long manicured nails down his bicep,

“not interested” he shoots her a quick glare before averting his gaze back towards the door,

the girl pouts, taking the bold move by resting her temple against his shoulder in which he shakes her off causing her to gasp,

“the fuck o’hara?!”

“i told you. not interested. beat it” he downs his red solo cup before scrunching it, licking his lips. “go find another guy to bang”

she huffs at that, stomping her feet like a child like her parents refuses to give her candy,

“i mean it. move, i am not—“

“y/n! gloria! you two made it!”

that does it for him. soon as he hears your name falls from beck’s mouth, his gaze never moves quicker. seeing his frat brother by the entrance, greeting gloria with a kiss and you’re standing by gloria’s side with a small smile,

oh god, you.

who looks absolutely breathtaking tonight. adorned in a pretty pink dress that hugs your curves in the right way, your makeup is light and he’s thankful for that. long thick hair fall against your back, leaving your shoulders exposed,

simple yet look so expensive,

miguel pays no mind to the girl besides him, simply just walking away. he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the people who congratulates him on the win as he strides closer to you,

“y/n y/l/n… what a sight for sore eyes it is to see you, muñeca”

a familiar voice saying your name makes your head turn, seeing who it is. the head of fraternity. miguel o’hara,

he has his arms crossed, causing his biceps to bulge a bit, making him look bigger than he already is. you eye the outfit he has on. a black muscle tank and grey sweatpants. chocolate hair tucked into a bright red snapback that he props on backwards,

he shoots you a flirty smirk, walking a little bit closer just enough to create a small gap between the two of you,

“miguel o’hara” you speak his name, faking a smile. “surprised to see you still sticking around here. i thought you’d be by your room already, pleasuring another girl”

he winces playfully, hand over his heart pretending to be hurt. “ouch, muñeca” a small chuckles leaves his mouth as he watches you roll your eyes, “always with the horrible assumptions. care to play nice this time?”

you glance at him with a scoff. “we both know that’s a fact. you always leave with a girl, don’t you?” you question, eyebrows furrowing as you tilt your head to the side,

he hums, scanning the room before looking back at you. “false. but i’ll let you believe what you want to believe, muñeca.”

you try to guess if he’s being sarcastic with it or actually telling the truth, and you swear it’s the latter. however, you refuse to fall for it,

“what do you want, o’hara?” you sigh, sipping on the beer gloria had offered earlier,

with a chuckle, he leans against the nearest wall, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. “is it a crime for me to talk to a pretty girl i have a crush on? is there any written policies about that?”

your heart flutters when he calls you pretty. not to mention, a crush?

yeah okay, you do find him extremely attractive and sexy. like, really really sexy. guilty as charged. but who doesn’t think so? his dashing smile and seemingly soft hair do make you a little bit crazy. he’s a total heartthrob on campus.

not only is he the vice captain of the football team but he’s one smart student. passes every class, rarely get a score below B’s. no wonder why teachers are chasing his ass for him to tutor some of the students.

and if that’s not enough, you know how much he loves to spend his time volunteering at local organizations, doing food kits for donations even providing a cost-free child care around the community,

he’s almost—too good to be true.

“i’m flattered, truly. but flirting won’t get you anywhere, mr.” you wag your finger side to side,

“seriously?”

“seriously”

“wow” he breathes out a sigh, faking a disappointment. “i got to try harder than that then”

a giggle leaves your mouth, head shaking. “my advice? stop trying, o’hara”

“i can’t do that, muñeca”

you tilt your head to the side,. “and why’s that?”

“i just told you”

“hm. surely there are other girls out there, o’hara”

“i don’t want them”

“persistent aren’t you?”

“kind of” he casually shrugs. “why, you don’t like it?”

“quite the opposite”

“and why is that entertaining to you?” he asks with a smirk,

“i like seeing men desperate. i like seeing them beg for something they know they can’t have” you bite down onto your lower lip. your respond is not meant to be flirty, but more of like a playful statement.

yet somehow, it triggers something in him. something good.

his eyes flicker down to your mouth, puffing out a deep breath. “shit, you’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, tongue sticking out to wet down his lip,

“harder to what exactly?”

“to not want you” he replies bluntly, tone changes into a serious one. but it doesn’t come off as a lust or desperation,

your smile falters a little when you realize how serious he becomes. swallowing a lump on your throat, fingers digging into the skin of your arms. eyes are now onto his, and you don’t quite get why it feels so difficult to just look away,

“miguel i—“

“shit, i ruined it, didn’t i? eres un idiota” he curses himself with a grunt shaking his head. hands on his hips “sorry, i’m just— fuck you look so good right now muñeca and there’s like a million things going through my mind when i look at you—“

“miguel—“

“obviously i’m not going to tell you because it’s pg-13 all up in here” he points at his head. “and i don’t want to scare you—“

“miguel—“

“but i went past puberty so i’m not some kind of horny teenager that—“

“miguel! jesus, shut up!” you finally exclaim, and that does it for him. his movements stop when he hears you yell out his name,

clearing your throat, you regain your posture before setting the beer down on the nearest table,

“listen i—i just don’t know what to say after that” you begin with a nervous laugh, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “you have a crush on me?”

his bushy brows dip into a frown. “didn’t i make it clear these past few weeks?”

“huh?”

“i brought you lunch, let you borrowed my favorite pen during class, i even asked your number through gloria but she didn’t want to give it to me” his shoulders slouch in disappointment. “i’ve had a crush on you since— I don’t know, too long. you’re a tough woman to please, muñeca. i give you that”

“that’s only one time! how am i supposed to know that you weren’t just looking to hook up?”

“ay dios mio! if i wanted to just have sex with you, i would try to get closer with you during a party! which is… technically what i’m doing right now but— that’s not the point!” he groans, rubbing his hands all over his face in frustrations,

“you seriously didn’t notice the signs?!”

“those weren’t fucking signs, dumbass. try to do more than being subtle, why don’t you?!”

“well it’s hard when you keep dodging me and rolling your eyes everytime i talk to you!”

“how can i?! when you slept with like half of the sorority girls on campus?!”

“how many times do i have to tell you that what you hear is not true? i don’t know where you got that from but i can assure you that i haven’t fucked anyone in months! and the idea of hooking up with random girls doesn’t sound appealing to me! want some prove? ask my brothers about that, go on! or ask beck, he’ll tell you the truth. that man is prone to never lying”

you go quiet. face softening a little,

“wait… then what about the girls i saw you walking with after a party?”

“to walk them safely to their cars or their dorm room. that’s it” he explains, watching the surprised look on your face.

“now.. how do you see me?”

you feel terrible for believing all those rumors first before actually knowing it’s confirmed or not. you are taught to never ever judge a book by its cover and you just did,

fuck you’re a terrible person,

“oh..” you mutter softly. “shit—i’m so sorry miguel, I didn’t know”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it”

“what? no! i was acting like a complete bitch! ugh fuuuuck” you whine, stomping your heel on the ground as miguel watches in amusement,

‘you’re adorable’ he wanted to say,

“i feel terrible—no, i am actually” you grumble, “how can i make it up to you?”

a bright smile spreads across his face. “allow me to get to know you throughout the night? no funny business i promise”

his eyes are glinting with hope when he looks at you, feeling nervous that you might reject him but he’s not letting you see that,

you mirror his expression, feeling your cheeks warm by his question. “miguel—i’d love to but… no offense, i kinda didn’t want to go to your party in the first place, i only went because gloria asked me to and uhm.. i don’t know if i wanted to stay, actually—it’s not because of you but mainly because my social battery had died even before i got here”

“we don’t have to stay—we can go out. we’ll pick a place and go or you can pick, i’m down with whatever”

with wide eyes, you reply “what?”

“yeah. there’s a good diner i always go to when i’m craving for a good burger or a shawarma truck down the street. they don’t have tables and everything but we can order and eat in my car.”

“unless you have better options, it’s cool” he adds

you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach but it’s hard not to when he’s being extremely… attentive?

my god, is this actually miguel o’hara? the man who’s painted to be heartless and a player?

“mig- this is your party. you can’t just leave” you softly laugh. “we can catch up another time, i hate to be—“

“it’s fine, muñeca. this party is good as it can be without me. besides” he reaches into his pocket to grab his keys,

“i’d like to spend time with you.. is that… okay?”

he’s being careful with his words, because he doesn’t want to scare you off or come off desperate. the last thing he needed was to have you feel repulsed by him,

you give him with a soft smile, looking up at his ruby eyes with your pretty doe ones and from then on, miguel is absolutely sure that he’s in. so fucking in that he knows there is no way out,

it’s not like he wants it any other way

“that’s okay”

-

i was going to make her super mean and bitchy but i figured i’d use that for some other time,

also please tell me this doesn’t sucked. i hate for this one to flop because i might start to fall in love with these pairings

feel free to send your ideas and thoughts about these two

(i might actually write one where they both meet the first time)

[anim-ttrpgs]

A big part of Eureka is splitting the party. Normally games are loathe to do this because of the potential to bore players while they passively watch others play the game. I'm curious how you deal with this when you run Eureka. Sending players away seems like it could make it either better or worse. Like if it's at a home, people can go hang out by the snack table and drink and chat, but that doesn't work as well at, say, a game store. I'm curious how people felt about having to leave the game several times.

While the risk of boring the players or putting too much stress on the GM is a real concern, the addage of "don't split the party" actually originated in the TSR D&D era, where splitting the party made them weak and vulnerable to all sorts of situations that would be less of a problem for a full strength party, However, for a game like Eureka that produces more conventional narratives (everyone take note that I did not say that Eureka produces more narrative or is "more focused on narrative", just more conventional narratives) and has more of a focus on intrigue and horror, the party splitting up to cover more ground and collect more clues in the limited time they have to solve the mystery, but also making each one of them more vulnerable if something happens, is an actual trade-off that can improve the gameplay and story.

First of all, besides it just being really entertaining, I really recommend you listen to the Tiny Table Actual Play of Eureka. It has some really good examples of splitting the party and sending players away that are executed really well, and also some good discussion of it in the post-mortem episode and the interview.

I’m going to answer the ask directly from my own gameplay experience, but I really really urge anyone who has played Eureka to comment with their own experiences with splitting the party and sending players away.

Alright, so, obviously how long players are willing to wait their turn is group-dependent, but with our own group, we’ve actually kinda had the opposite problem from players getting bored. Instead, Narrator and the players whose characters are currently in the spotlight start to worry that they’re selfishly hogging too much session time, and try to rush the scene along (to its great detriment), when in reality the players who were sitting out were happy to keep waiting. Realizing this led to us altering the advice regarding splitting the party in the rulebook, and actually recommending the Narrator go a little longer before switching to the other characters.

I personally am happy to wait up to like 90 minutes if my character is out of the scene, because I have faith in my group and also in Eureka that the payoff for waiting will be that much greater, seeing the characters relay what they have learned while they were apart in dialogue rather than the player just saying “My investigator tells them everything that happened.” It really heightens the tension, lets the characters shine, and can even really help with solving the mystery, because having the events and evidence recounted out loud can help with making connections that might have gone over people’s heads the first time.

Of course like the rulebook says, it also comes to the judgement of the play group as a whole, and should definitely be discussed beforehand basically as part of session zero, and even mid-session if it needs to be. (Communicate your preferences to your play group!!!!!) There’s plenty of scenes and situations where having the other players leave the room instead of sitting and watching would add nothing at all to the experience.

Now I want to hear other people’s opinions. If you have played Eureka and had a party split where some players left the room or otherwise excused themselves, how did it go?

[blues824]

🌹Can I please request the heartslabyul boys reacting to their female s/o acedently getting white bunny ears during a chemistry accident and just goes with it.

(I had to Google his name it's. Nivens McTwisp)

❤️Her going to there dorm dressed like the white rabbit from Alice in wonderland who was the red queen's herald who specifically told her the time with a golden watch that was ironically always late.

🌹Imagen her coming intentonly late to a unbirtday party and then they see her running up to them holding something and before riddle could nag to her he sees her outfit (houd he let her go for being late in this situation. )

❤️And her just playing her role perfectly as the rabbit.

🌹What would the heartslabyul students find of their s/o doing it for their dorm instead of saying she is not coming.

Riddle Rosehearts

Ace and Deuce reported to him that you had received bunny ears due to a chemistry accident, and he was about to behead them when he saw you running in exclaiming how you were late, you were late, you were late.

Just one look at the soft white ears that sat upon the top of your head had the Housewarden’s heart fluttering. Your outfit didn’t make his already-red face clear up at all. Any thought of scolding you for being late for your date in the labyrinth was gone as he just admired you.

“Your Majesty, I’m sorry I’m late! I can only beg for your forgiveness!” You pleaded as you knelt to the ground and bowed before Riddle.

The poor boy didn’t know what to do; he was truly at a loss for words. He heard Ace make some comment about how he was ‘down bad for you’, and he resumed the beheading before asking you to rise. He extended his arm out to you, and you took it and you both made your way through the rose garden to the spot he set up for your afternoon tea outing.

Trey Clover

He let out an exasperated sigh when the ADeuce duo told him that because of a chemistry incident, you had gained bunny ears. Every single time you were involved with those two, you always ended up with an entirely new problem. But, right then you walked into the kitchen while looking at a golden pocket watch.

Trey greeted you, which broke you out of your panicked trance. He thought you looked absolutely adorable with the ears, but he didn’t dwell on it too much. After all, he was glad that his beloved was finally there to help him with baking.

“Sorry I’m late, Trey! My watch is a few minutes behind, now that I think about it,” you scratched the back of your head, and he just chuckled as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

It didn’t matter to the baker, because as long as you were there at all everything was alright. You got started on mixing the dry ingredients of the tart together when you felt your boyfriend wrap his arms around your torso from behind. Your ears twitched in embarrassment, but it made him a bit smug.

Cater Diamond

This man was intrigued when Ace texted him and said that you got rabbit ears because of an accident in chemistry. From what he could tell, you already seemed adorable. So, imagine his reaction when you walked into the garden with white bunny ears, a cute outfit, and a golden pocket watch to go with.

You were walking quickly, mumbling to yourself that you were late. If you thought that Cater would quickly pull out his phone and take a picture of you, you would be correct. However, he is not planning on posting it. This photo is for him and him alone.

“Here I am, Cater! Sorry for being late!” Once you spotted him, you ran up to him and gave him a hug, to which he gladly reciprocated. 

Oh, you were going to kill him if you continued to be this cute. But if this is how he went out, then he would die a happy man. He pulled away from the embrace to grab your hand and lead you to the unbirthday party, to which you were now both late to. 

Ace Trappola

He was probably the one who messed up the potion in the first place, but he was definitely not upset at the result. His oh-so-lovely girlfriend got rabbit ears as a consequence, and he is eating it up. Don’t even get me started on when you went to change and came to Heartlabyul dressed in an outfit based on the White Rabbit. 

This man just about died from how cute you were with the ears, and the way you were looking for him in a frenzied way. Did you do all of this for him? Is the room growing hotter? Is it just him? Wait, he’s outside…

“Sorry I’m late, Ace! Do you need help with the table decorations?” You asked innocently after pressing a short kiss to his lips.

Immediate nosebleed. He was way too flustered to even begin comprehending what just happened, and a few of his dorm members started laughing at how much of a simp he was being. But, he honestly didn’t care. None of the other guys had a super cute/hot girlfriend who dresses up for them.

Deuce Spade

He was in the classroom when Ace accidentally dropped an unfinished potion on you, so that means he saw the bunny ears grow out of the top of your head. You were dismissed from class early, but you texted him and said that you would be able to make it for the unbirthday party. 

What he did not expect was for you to 1) be late and 2) show up in a cute outfit. You were checking a pocket watch that you had while also looking for someone, presumably him. When you did find him, you ran and threw your arms about his neck as you pulled him into a kiss.

“I’m finally here! Do you like my outfit?” You asked in a very excited manner.

The poor man’s heart was racing, and his face was glowing red at this point. It took everything in him to not have his nose bleed. Then, the teasing from Ace began, and he would have thrown hands had you not laced your arm with his. You really did have him wrapped around your finger, didn’t you?

[i-might-be-a-simp]

I need your opinion, do you think Ron knew that Cale was no longer the same person?

I was stalking the fandom (as usual) and I saw a comment, by who I assume to be a new reader, wondering how Ron would react finding out Cale was actually KRS, that the child he watched grow wasn't actually the man he believes and it made me think a bit.

When I read tcf the first time, one of the things I was most curious about was all the odd looks Cale got in the first few chapters, and my biggest question was, surely a very sharp and experienced assassin who knew the know-hows of blending into different crowds would have immediately noticed that "Young master" was no longer the same person.

I'm sure you caught this too when reading, but there were many moments when Ron's expression turned odd after Cale did or said something.

Ron the whole first chapter:

It starts by something he dismisses, such as Cale waking up immediately after Ron calls out to him, on the very first attempt. But as the chapter progresses, Ron gets more and more intrigued.

He notices how Cale says thanks after he receives water and when servants dress him. Along with his other odd actions, asking the date, repeating his own name, asking to go to the study, not breaking things etc.

And then finally, Ron gives him the ultimate test, the lemon tea. I think this was his way of confirming that Cale had changed. It proved to me Ron was definitely onto something.

Now this is where I need your opinion. From my interpretation of Ron's character, yes he "loved" ogCale or held at least a bit of affection for him. Let me pull up some receipts:

^(sorry for light mode)

Although Ron treated him like his grandson he did not think Cale had a soft spot for him nor that he treated him like a person and never really took much interest in him aside from his duties.

And while I was doing a deep-dive I went on the wiki and saw this.

So Ron saw ogCale, his situation and therefore pitied him, yet he thought of him as a helpless impertinent puppy, which is why he did not have much issue with following Beacrox who wished to leave with Choi Han in BOAH. But only after Cale changed is when he begin to be interested.

Now the question is, was the lemon tea experiment he did, just to test whether Cale had become aware of Ron's true identity, or was it to confirm Cale was a changed person entirely???

Personally I think it was both, and that Ron was aware from the very beginning. However this is where I am conflicted, because the idea of Ron watching that small boy become so big and smart is so satisfying to me, because the author wanted to paint this as a "cale finally stopped pretending to be a dumb oblivious trash and started to take matters into his hand" like it was all a plan cale had to hide his powers and get stronger in secret while acting unsuspecting. This is what the public believes and it sounds very cool but... hmm I wish we got a chapter focusing more on Ron's feelings.

Like I am aware he loves Cale very much and especially after getting the new arm he started to feel a sense of loyalty for Cale he didn't have before but the fact that he was one of the few people og Cale was very close with since he was very young, the fact that a whole new person was in the body is kind of not addressed in its full concept, this transition from no interest to loyalty was also a transition from og cale to krs cale so I wish we got more on it.

Thanks for reading my ramble. I love them.

[starlordcumidk]

New Kind of Love

~prologue~

word count: 1.1k

notes: slight ooc, reader wears glasses, this is an AU of TASM!Peter where he is a fraternity brother. reader is portrayed as rude/stand-offish. please read this knowing that i am a newer author and the plot is based on a song. theres a playlist currently in the works for this that will be posted at the end of every chapter once it's created. thank you for supporting me and my work. hope you enjoy <33

warnings: mentions of spiders and brief mention of cannibalistic behaviors of spiders.

Thurs. May 9th, 2024

The air felt wet as you opened your window, looking at the ESU campus from the second floor of Siebert hall. Your dorm room was infested with your neighbors latest light up session, and you just needed the fresh air. 

The semester was so close to ending, and you were glad to be so close to going home. In truth, you wasted no time tonight, cleaning and packing your things even if you didn’t leave for three more days. You were just excited to go home again.

May had brought more greenery and activity back to New York, spring pulling out its prettiest florals and faunas. From your dorm window, you only got the sight of the court-yard, which had very little floral bushes and a tall sycamore in the middle. However, the view was perfect for people watching. 

There were multiple break-ups, gossip sessions, love-at-first-sight’s and study sessions you’d witnessed through the year. A small part of you hoped you’d be lucky enough to get a room like this again next year. 

As you looked at the shubbery and through humidity you noticed a guy standing in the grass patch that broke the brick flooring of the courtyard, gently touching the leaves of the tree that sat there. He was taller, had pretty brown hair and was wearing what seemed to be a university hoodie. 

The tree he was next to was notorious for harboring the spiders that loved to sneak their way into the dorms. The image of the little beasts made your stomach turn, thinking about being that close to one of those stupid things worsened it. But he reached out, grabbing one of them. 

The grimace in your face was apparent but you were intrigued now, the small fuzzy thing crawling all over his hand. Something in you wanted to get a closer look, your glasses slipping down your nose a bit as you lean out. He looked so… focused, almost as if he was studying the way it moved. For some reason, you couldn’t look away.

After a good ten or fifteen minutes of staring out, observing the weird spider-guy, your glasses lip enough that they fall off your nose. You gasp, reaching to try and grab them but there’s a small thump on the grass. With furrowed brows, he turns his head and looks right at you, then down towards the ground. Quickly you straighten your back and take a step away from the window, you were definitely caught.

“You good?” The voice is smooth and distant, seeping into your room from the courtyard. Fuck, you didn’t want to answer that. You didn’t want to talk to him at all. 

“Yep.” Is the best you could muster. 

“You uh… dropped something.” The voice was closer now. There was a beat before he spoke up again. “Do you want me to throw them up to you?” 

“No. That’s stupid?” Shit, that sounded too mean. “I mean- I’ll just come grab them.”

There was no reply, so you assumed he had left. With a slight reluctance, you carry yourself into the elevator, pressing the ground floor’s button and wishing you hadn’t been so captivated by his stupid hair or the way he held those stupid spiders. 

Before you could dwell on it too hard, the doors swung open and you were met with the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen on a person. It took a minute to register, but the doe-eyed person in front of you was definitely the same guy with the sycamore tree and spider. But this close, you could see small specks of blonde dusting the tips of his wavy hair. Upon further inspection, the hoodie he was wearing was of the biggest frat on campus, Phi Kappa Nu. 

“Hey! You dropped your glasses right?” He said it with a smile before reaching into his hoodie pocket and pulling out the familiar frame. “They broke a little but here. I was gonna try and bring them up for you.”

“You don’t know my dorm number.” It came out harsh but you meant it, grabbing the frame from his hand and looking them over. 

“Oh, I counted the windows.” A nonchalant shrug and his smile fading a bit follow his words before he takes a step back. 

“That’s totally not creepy.” Your brows were furrowed, glancing up at him for a second before back down at your frames. There was a lens missing and you felt your body recoil at the thought of having to find it in that tall ass grass. With a few steps, you pushed past him, the smell of warm honey and pine trees enveloping your nose. 

“Well, maybe. But you started it.” He said it gently, walking a few steps behind you. “I recall you watching me from your window.” 

You shoot a glare back at him before kneeling in the grass, your hand gently pushing different spots aside. “You say that but I wouldn’t have been if you weren’t playing with fucking arachnids.”

“I wasn’t playing with them.” Spider-guy shrugged with a small laugh. “I was just getting a closer look. You know, they have some pretty cool attributes, the ones here are brown recluses. They cannibalise eachother and have a really bad bite.”

There's no way to stop the eyeroll you do as you keep digging for the missing lens, sighing internally at the fact you were stupid enough to drop your only pair of glasses from almost 20 feet in the air. “Wow. Fascinating, thanks for that awful image, spider-guy.”

“I prefer Peter, but you’re welcome.” Peter says before leaning over your hunched body and pointing at a spot just left of where you’re looking. And there's the missing lens. 

“Okay, Peter, I have to go finish packing my dorm.” You swiftly grab the lens and look over the different pieces of your glasses, puzzling them back together in your mind. After a moment, you just start to walk back towards the elevator, not really wanting to look back at him. 

“Wait- hey, no thank you?” He called after you, but you just kept walking, not really wanting to talk to him anymore. “No introduction?” He said a little louder, hoping you’d hear him as you turned to go into the elevator.

You looked back once, seeing an amused expression at you. God you hated this, to you he was some frat boy and he was finding pleasure in your shortcomings. There was slight anger bubbling in your chest as you looked over at him before smashing the button to call the elevator. 

The doors opened and before stepping in, you gave him a purposefully pained smile. There was no need for introductions or thank you’s, from this moment on you were back to strangers. The summer was starting and you’d both forget eachother by fall anyways. So you click the button to go back to your dorm.  

[natlacentral]

Digital Cover: Dallas Liu

As a young actor in the entertainment industry, what inspired you to pursue acting, and how has your journey evolved since your debut?

My inspiration to pursue acting came from my time doing martial arts when I was a kid. Many of the martial artists I knew would pursue a career in stunts after their time in the competition world. A very small number of them would decide to pursue acting though. With my family’s support, I dove into acting without any hesitation because I felt I had nothing to lose as a kid. The biggest question I had for myself was, “Why not?” My journey has always been an uphill battle. After all, the entertainment industry will always be one of extreme difficulty. I will say that since my debut, the most important lesson I’ve learned is to not get upset and be too hard on myself over whatever I cannot control. As long as I’ve prepared myself in the best way possible and given my full effort in it all, I am able to somewhat relax a little bit. My journey has felt smoother since I’ve adopted that mindset.

You've taken on a variety of roles throughout your career. Is there a particular character or project that challenged you the most, and how did it impact your growth as an actor?

I would have to say Prince Zuko has definitely challenged me the most, because it was certainly the furthest I’ve been pushed to in terms of my emotional range on camera. The amount of time spent working on this project was also the longest in my career. I came out of the project an entirely different person. This role has made me a significantly better actor in so many different ways.

Could you provide some insights into the storyline of Netflix series Avatar: The Last Airbender without revealing any spoilers, and what makes this series unique?

As far as plot goes, we are certainly remaining faithful to the original storyline of the animated series, however, we do have some differences in our show that will hopefully give us a separate identity, especially for the people watching who are fans of the animated series. I think what makes this story unique is our storytelling. I feel that viewers will really fall in love with the characters, the plots, and the entire world of Avatar: The Last Airbender because of our wonderful writers.

Could you share any behind-the-scenes anecdotes or memorable experiences from Netflix series Avatar: The Last Airbender or previous project that fans might find intriguing?

On set, Paul Sun-Hyung Lee (who plays Uncle Iroh) looked after me the way Uncle Iroh looked after Zuko. He was always there for me no matter what.

In Netflix Avatar: The Last Airbender; what are the differences and/or similarities between you and your character Zuko? Please elaborate.

When it comes to something that Zuko and I are chasing in life, I think we are quite similar. We share the same amount of fiery passion, and in a way, we become quite obsessive of whatever it may be that we are trying to achieve. Zuko will do whatever it takes to get what he wants just like how I dedicate all my time and energy to a project that I’m working on. The most obvious difference between the two of us is that I am clearly the better firebender.

How do you approach character preparation and development, especially when taking on roles that may be vastly different from your own personality?

I dedicate all my time and energy to every role regardless of how different they might be from my own personality because I want to give 100% in all the roles that I take on.

Are there any specific genres or types of roles you aspire to explore in the future that you haven't had the chance to take on yet?

I’m open to anything and everything. Because I’m still at a very early point in my career and life, I want to do it all!

How do you balance the demands of your career with personal life and self-care, especially considering the fast-paced nature of the entertainment industry?

The time spent with my family and friends balances it all out for me. Whether it’s going out to dinner with them, watching movies, or simply hanging out at home, I am always happiest with them.

You are also known to be trained in martial arts. What sparked your interest in martial arts, and how does it complement your career in acting?

I had always enjoyed watching action TV shows and films when I was younger, so my parents had decided to put me in it knowing that it would make me happy. Throughout my career I’ve noticed a few similarities between acting and martial arts. In martial arts, you start off with choosing a specific style that you want to study and apply the techniques that you learn from it. However, the use of those techniques will vary depending on how that person incorporates themselves into it, and how they adapt to each situation, really making it individualized. Similarly, in acting, you will learn various methods and techniques and apply them to the scenes you are given. And within each character, there will always lie part of your true self. When acting out those scenes, actors infuse them with their personal life experiences as well. Just how an experienced martial artist will react differently in each situation.

What advice would you give to aspiring actors looking to establish themselves in the industry based on your own experiences and lessons learned?

Remain strong! Don’t worry about what others are doing or working on. At the end of the day, there is only so much you can control. Therefore, always give it your best effort no matter the character, scene, or project.

How does culture representation and involvement in community inspire you personally and professionally?

Through hope and love. Whether it is in my personal life or my career, I’m constantly motivated to improve myself as a human being.

Who is your inspiration and why?

My parents. They’ve sacrificed everything for me and given me more than I could ever imagine. I have a hard time understanding how they did it, but all I could come up with was love. The way my parents love my brother and I is unconditional and incomprehensible. I aspire to be like them every day.

Name 3 actors that you would like to work with and why?

The actor that I want to work with the most is William Dafoe. I could give a number of reasons explaining why I love him so much, but more than anything I would just like to learn from him and work alongside him. His wide range of work and different characters is what inspires me the most. Whenever I watch him on screen, it never feels like I’m watching William Dafoe play a character, rather it feels like he really is that character. He fully immerses himself into every moment. I find it to be extremely impressive and entertaining.

Can you share any insights or hints about your upcoming projects or roles in 2024 (besides Avatar: The Last Airbender) that your fans can look forward to?

I enjoy acting and I’m open to anything when it comes to roles and projects, so, all I can say is, 2024 is going to be an awesome year! GR8T

[serenanight87]

Lighting Up the Christmas Tree (Interrogator x Reader, pt.3)

A/N: I am trying my best to not leave y’all in suspense too long even if the hubby says I should be as sadistic in the posting as the Interrogator is in this story. I’m blending 2 prompts as stated before. I’m blending “Strings and Lights” and “Under the Tree”. This one is definitely more smutty and BDSM forward. Disclaimer, not all BDSM involves penetrative sex. But don’t worry, I have plenty of fun for everyone. And we are dropping back in where we left off.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Con/Non-Con if you squint, BDSM references, Dom/sub, Daddy/Little Girl (in name mostly), Electrical Play, Cunnilingus, Nipple and Clit Clamps, Figging.

If you are under the age of 18, look away there is nothing to see here to ruin your poor sweet minds with.

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I give her a moment to collect herself. I need her to fully understand the rules of the game. I watch as she closes her eyes to starts to take deep breaths. Her breathing begins to slow down. She is beginning to calm down and not shake as much.

Now I can proceed now that she is ready to listen.

“Very well, I will give you the rules of our game and how this will be played. If you are a good little girl, you will be rewarded will all your little Christmas wishes. However, if you misbehave and disobey me, I will be forced to punish you. Because you see, my sweet,” I say as I draw closer to whisper to her. “They are watching me too. If I don’t punish you when you misbehave, they will give me worse treatment than they will give you. Now you want to be my sweet, good little girl, right?”

She slowly nods her head with a look of something like pity. I think she is scared of what they will do to me. Sometimes I am too but that is my problem and that reminds me that I am here for a job. Pleasure is just the extra bonus.

“Right then,” I said. “Let’s get into what is expected and what will happen based on your choices. First off, do you want to use colors or do you have a safe word?”

“Colors would work better, I think,” she said.

“Alright, tell me what the colors mean so we are on the same page.”

“Green, I’m okay; yellow, slow down hitting a hard limit; red, hard limit, stop now,” She said softly, looking at the ground.

I come over and lift her head up by her chin. I look deep in her eyes to see how she is doing. She looks slightly scared but mostly embarrassed and unsure.

“I promise I will take care you as much as you allow me to,” I said. “You have to allow me to care for you here and now, understand?”

She gave me a small smile and a small nod. That won’t do.

“First rule, I need spoken answers when you are able to do so. So, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Perfect answer, my sweet,” I answered with a smirk. “Now, I know the logistics of everything set up here and I will explain the setup to you. You are strapped to this wonderful cutout Christmas tree to be the shining star topper of it as well as to be the present for me. If you are a nice girl on Santa’s list, I will give you some extra presents. They will increase on degree of how good you are for me. However, if you a naughty girl, well, I will have to give you the equivalent of coal. I will have to punish you in varying degrees.

“To start off, if you are nice, I will give you kisses anywhere I deem you need them, and when I think they need to be given. However if you are naughty, I will have punish you. The starting punishment will be an enlightening experience. As you may have noticed, you are wrapped in Christmas lights. Well these are connected to these devices.”

I show her the nipple clamps and the clit clamp that are all brought together in a Y-shape with wires. She gives me a look of intrigue. I figured she has never seen them before. This is a product of my own invention. When I get some time off, I don’t have anything else to do most of the time so I make devices to test out on subjects or excuse me “clients” that my work gives me. Either they will work out great or be a dud. I am hoping this will fill the order of what I want.

“Now, when these are on, they are normal clamps that function normally. However, when I press this button, you will be decorating my tree with illumination with a side effect of a mild shock to your system. I can control how much of a shocking sensation that will be through this dial.” I showed through the sparks that come off the ends. Her eyes get wide and fear starts to fill them.

“Quite an ingenious little thing I must admit. Hopefully,I won’t have to demonstrate it because you will be my good, sweet girl,” I say as I walk closer to her and put my hand on her cheek to calm her nerves. She leans into my touch so trusting. Sweet little girl.

“Let me know that you understand the rules and that you are okay with them,” I said. “What color are you?”

“Green, Sir,” she said quickly.

“Good girl,” I said. “So nice for me. I think that earned you you first reward.” I pointed up above her head. She looked to where I pointed with a curious look.

“You said you wanted a kiss under the mistletoe,” I said with a small chuckle. “Wish granted, hope you enjoy your first present.” I lean in to kiss her on her pillow soft lips. It starts off nice and soft. I explore her tongue gently with mine. I so enjoy her sweet taste and I need more.

The kiss becomes more heated where I am almost devouring her. Teeth clacking with the ferocity of our movements. Bitting lips and teeth grazing tongues. It is as if I am trying to devour her soul through her mouth. It is so beautiful and sensual. I have my hands in her hair, holding on to my grasp of reality. She moans in my mouth from the intensity of our kiss. I move one hand to grasp that juicy peach of an ass and give it a full squeeze along with a quick slap. I get an even louder moan and a growl from that. She is truly enjoying herself. I finally have to pull away to breathe and give a little dark chuckle. She opens her eyes with a look of pure hunger.

“Wow…thank you, Sir, for your present,” she said, gasping for air. “I hope that you got a little something out of that as well, Sir.”

“You are very welcome, my sweet,” I said, gasping for air myself. “That was a very wonderful experience. You are such a polite little girl. And there is a part of me that would want to reward you again just being so. However, I have to ask my questions to make you truly earn it. You ready? Color?”

“Yes, Sir and green.”

“Good girl, my sweet. Now I will start with easy questions and work you in,” I said. I walked around her watching her body’s reactions, breathing patterns, looking at the state of her tided up limbs for circulation. Taking care of your toys is highly important. I have to make sure I keep her on the edge of sub space. She needs to still keep the questions answered till she breaks it all to me.

“First,” I said, “I will state certain information that we have and you confirm or deny if the information is true. Staring with your name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, you run a small online business through your home, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You had a successful business for a few years,” I stated. “It flourished. Hit the charts for online businesses. You were even about to start having to buy a larger space to expand your business to be able to complete your demand for product, correct?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said proudly.

“Good, my sweet. You are doing so well. I think they may have earned you another present. Let’s see where you deserve it to be next,” I purr as I tread forward to choose my next location.

“These stars look so beautiful with these cutouts. I think they need to glisten more to truly give that Christmas spirit, don’t you?”, I ask lightly rubbing and pulling on her nipples.

“Yes, Sir,” she moans so pretty just for me. “I think that will make the top glow even brighter.”

“Now, now, I didn’t ask for an ass kisser, little girl,” I stated gruffly. “If I wanted that, I would have you a position to do that literally…not figuratively.”

She starred at me with shock. I chuckled at her expression, while smiling darkly.

“However, that may have to wait for another time,” I said more to myself. “Right now, my sweet, I am glad that you agree to my present. However next time, I prefer speaking to just answer, thanking, colors, and moans and screams, of course.”

I gave her no time for reaction as I dipped down after her delightful looking breasts. I heard her gasp and lowly moan. I trace the big golden stars with my tongue as I slowly tease down to where my true destination lies. I watch her skin turn to goose flesh before my eyes. I look up as I near my destination of her lovely nipples to see her looking right at me, breathing heavily out of her mouth. It was such a beautiful sight to see.

Oh, my beautiful little star, if you could just know how you look in pure desperation and desire. Your eyes,I think, will haunt my dreams for a while. Just pure, open, and totally adulterated, climactic feeling and emotion. To just be able to capture that look for all time, then people would understand the experience that I feel doing what I do.

I reach her beautiful nipples and kiss them reverently. She is so beautiful and has been so good, she deserves some worship of her person. She is being the perfect submissive. I shall always reward good behavior. I lick them to taste her skin here. I want to taste every variation of tastes she has on her glorious body. She moans so lovely and flips her head back in ecstasy.

“My sweet, eyes on me,” I whisper. “I want you watch how much enjoy your presents. Your face gives me every emotion you feel, my sweet. Let me experience them all.”

She drops her head back down to watch me suck her right nipple in my mouth to flick my tongue on the end. She screams in pleasure but keeps her eyes on me. I continue by moving to the other breast to give it the same treatment. I have to be equal and fair. Her sweet whimpers as I release her succulent nipple from my teeth, did such things to me.

“You are such a good girl,” I say as I come back up from her breasts. “You took your present so well. Keep being my good girl, my sweet, and you will get all the presents and no coal.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said gasping for air with a light flush on her cheeks.

“Tell me, did you almost cum from what I assume is a pretty cunt?”, I questioned her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Has that ever happened from just stimulation of your breasts?”

“No, Sir. I would like to cum, please Sir,” she states.

“All in time,” I say. “And according to your choices. Let us continue.”

“I’ll do my best to obey, Sir,” she said desperately.

“Good girl,” I said. “Now, you have also been shown multiple pictures of occasions where dinner parties were held for contract deals and to keep the stakeholders happy. Would you say you know everyone at those parties that directly work with you?”

She looked at me curiously , “Yes, Sir?”

“Was that an answer or a question, little girl?,” I ask darkly with a raised brow.

“No, Sir,” she stated. “I’m just trying to follow the route you are going with the questions.”

“That is not your place to question my position in this discussion, little girl,” I growled. “I ask the questions and decide if you want to answer them correctly. That deemed the first punishment for daring to question me. That is not your role here. Do you understand, little girl?”

“But that isn’t fair, I just want to be able please you with the right answer,” she wined.

“Yet again,” I growled lowly. “if I wanted an ass kissing, I would have you do it with that pretty mouth and delectable tongue. Not with pretty vain words!” I go to her and grab her by her hair and pull hard.

She will obey! Even if I have to show her what a fiery attitude will get her.

“Now you have added another level to your punishment for your lip,” I snarled. “Do you understand now, little girl? You will obey me here. You have no choices here except whether you receive pain or pleasure by my hand.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said softly. “I’m sorry I overstepped my authority.”

I looked at her with her head down in her submissive manner. She is doing well just keeps making small errors that I don’t tolerate on what I’m understanding of her caliber of obeying. She can do better, I just have to push her correctly. Precision placement of the correct re enforcement of behavior. I have just the thing for that fiery attitude that comes out sometimes. I don’t deal with brats!

“I thank you for apologizing and realizing the error in understanding your place,” I said while stroking her cheek. “However I must punish you to enforce good behavior. You understand, my sweet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“I know you hate to disappoint me. This will enforce that you keep your mind on the moment and let me have control of the moment. You have no power here except when it is beyond your threshold. You control how far I go, not my direction.”

I stepped away to grab the clamps and another item from my bag. I calmed my mind from her tears. They are the tears of release of her authority here. They are the tears of the beginnings of true trust. I will bring her to a place where she will trust me to give the answers I need. She will trust me that what I say will happen once she answers correctly will happen and all will be well. The contract said so and in this space, I say so. In this place, my word is law.

“Now,” I say as I walk back toward her. “I will punish you for not showing proper discipline of your mind but I will reward you afterwards for apologizing so long as after punishment is done, you can say you truly understand why you were punished. I am also including another aspect to your punishment. Something to curve that fiery tongue.”

I show her a piece of ginger root that had carved in the shape of a small plug. She gave a look of not understanding.

“You see, I am of the mind to fight fire with fire in some ways and I think for us, this will be the best way to it,” I announced to her. “I am going to introduce you to my favorite pudding. And no, it is not Figgy pudding. More of Figging Pudding. I’m going to put this is your juicy ass and just let it sit there while you are being enlightened of your past transgressions. This will give you much to think on. Do you understand me, little girl? What color are we?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, with confidence. “I understand and green.”

“Good girl,” I said. “Let’s begin.”

I walked to her side came level to her ass. I spread her cheeks wide to see her little rosebud. It twitched and winked at me. I took the root and inserted the tip in and left the carved base on the outside. She whimpered in pain. I knew this would giver her a little spiciness to her Christmas dream.

Sometimes even the best girls need a little figging sometimes. She will either learn from it or learn to love it.

I stood back up and came back around the front. I brought my fingers to her nipples and pinched them hard to pull them. I need them very hard for these clamps to hold. She gasps and moans. I slap her nipples to make them perk up some more. Then I place the clamps on each nipple. I grab the bottom clamp of the Y-shape and glide my hand down her soft tummy to the open crotch of her knickers. I feel how soaked she was. If she was wearing normal knickers, they would be stuck to her with how soaked she is.

“I’m taking someone has been highly enjoying her presents,” I said with a deep chuckle. I her her whimper and it made me smile even wider. I rubbed and pulled on her clit to attach the clamp. She gasped and moaned as I touched her. I got the clamp on, plugged the wires to the lights, and stepped back to get ready for the show.

“Let the show begin,” I said. I took the remote and turned on the clamps. The cutout tree lit up in wonderful, Christmas glory. The lights wrapped around her accentuated her beautiful curves and almost turned my Christmas star into an angel of ecstasy. She groaned out in a glorious chorus that sounded like how I imagined the angels to sound. She was beautiful in her decorative light. This was better than I hoped this would look and it was just waiting for the right person to show me its glory. I don’t think that I can ever use this scene again because it will never be better than this.

“You are ascending into my glorious angel, my sweet,” I tell her. “I think you can take more of that charge to truly bring in the heavenly chorus.” I turned the dial up and watched her head pitch back and the most heavenly moaning scream I have ever heard filled the room. I have never experienced something so glorious. I don’t know what this intense feeling that I feel but it is surrounded around her body, her eyes, her emotions. It is just surrounded by her. I let her feel that illuminating experience engulf her for a while longer and then release her. She goes limp in her restraints with slight twitching in her limbs. I walk up to her to check on her. I lift her chin to look into her eyes. Her pupils are blown out with a look of pure want.

So, she truly enjoyed herself. You are so special, my sweet. If I could just keep you here forever, oh the fun we would have. But unfortunately this is work. Oh, if we could have met other ways, I would make you mine, my beautiful sweet girl.

“You did so well, my sweet,” I praised her. “Before you tell me anything else, what color?”

“Green,” she panted. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat that made her look like she was a glittering angel.

“Sir,” she started, “I want to apologize again for my behavior before and not staying in my role. I am sincerely sorry and will do as you wish from now on.”

“Good girl,” I said. “Thank you for your apology and for understanding your place. You are making mark improvements on the small issues I saw with your behavior. Now I will remove these clamps and your little fiery friend in the back, unless you have come to like him?

“Please sir take them off and that out,” she said quickly.

I chuckled. “Some little girls don’t like their first figging very much. However, I have had some that come to crave it after they experience it, even if they hate it. So keep that in mind, little girl and remember that it always an option if you want him back.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for giving me options.”

I took off the clamps and took out the ginger. “Such a polite tone, I said. “I think I will move this to a more appropriate place.”

I pluck the mistletoe from above her head and move it to ledge of her seat. She looked at me very confused. I gave her a roguish smile.

“I have to move it to its appropriate place to kiss another set of lips,” I purred. She gasped as I kissed her tummy, tracing patterns with my tongue down to her juicy cunt. I get in my knees, under the tree, to come face to face with her cunt through the hole in her seat. It is so soaked and juicy. I think the seat will be forever soaked in her juices. The smell is intoxicating and I can’t wait to taste it. I pull her by her hips to bring her ass to kiss the seat. She seethes at the pain that this probably causing her wrists and shoulders but makes no other complaints as I French kiss her juicy peach.

I lick from ass to clit tasting the entire variety of her flavors. She is so sweet and earthy. Like the sweetest honey with tangy bite of ginger. This Christmas ambrosia is the best and I will stay her till she gives me it all. She moans so loudly and squirms trying to hump my face through the seat. I moan into her cunt as I tongue her core, fucking her with my tongue. She screams in ecstasy begging for more. I hear her call me Sir through the stuttered cries and pleading. I give her more, just as she asked.

I move up to her clit and suck on the hood as I tongue her clit. I hear I high pitch squeal followed by the feeling of her legs shake. I take two of my fingers and soak them in juices before I insert them into her cunt. I listen to her moans getting louder and louder as I fuck her cunt with fingers and suck her clit.

“Sir!”, she cries. “I need to cum. Please let me cum.”

“Yes, I feel you with my fingers,” I said as I pulled away to speak. “This is your present, I want to cum all over my hand and face! Drown me in your essence!”

I go back to her clit and I heard her moans coming louder and turning to screams of pleasure.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming…Ooohhh…DADDY!”, she moaned.

She squeezed my fingers with her cunt and squirted all over my hand. I moved my mouth down to catch as much of that sticky sweet honey as I possibly could. Her taste is so addictive. I do my best to lick her clean. I hear her start to whimper when I start to overstimulate her. I back up from her and stand back up with her juices still on my face. I bring my hand to her lips for her to taste her heavenly ambrosia.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says as she cleans my hand of the offering I gave her. She had a look of complete satisfaction in her eyes as I leaned in to give her an even better taste.

The taste of her tongue with her cunt was magnificent. I could drink from her and worship her forever just to have this moment last. I released her to begin the next part of my questioning when she opened her mouth to interrupt me.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I mean Sir but I need to say something.” She looked at me in full awareness as she continued. “I want to sign that paper. I trust what you say. I will give you names if everyone I worked with, if that may help you. I may not have actually known I did anything or I may have been put as a head to be the scapegoat. I will give their names and then as you said I will be released. I have a condition that I need you to promise me.”

I looked deep in her eyes and asked, “And would that promise be, my sweet.”

“That when we walk out of those doors, I will never have to be without you again,” she cried. “I can’t be with anyone else but you. You have ruined me for anyone else and I have to be with you always. And if never can, there will be no one else so that the memories of now can always stay under my skin.”

I never thought that my thoughts would be reciprocated. She is my ultimate fantasy. Oh the things we will share and sadistic challenges we can create for each other. I finally found the one to make me whole and I shall never be alone again.

I walk up to her an kiss her forehead softly and sweetly. I unchain her and rub her muscles as I go to relieve the ache I know she has through the seethe she gives. I walk her over to the table and give her a pen out of my briefcase. I was about to tell her word for word what it said but she just signed and wrote five names. She put the pen down and gave me a look that stated, ‘I trust you.’

I put the handcuffs back on her loosely and my coat over her shoulders. We still have to hold her till we can check those names. I will make sure that is expedited. I put her blindfold back on and say, “After you, my pet.”

We walk out together and we will be together always.

A/N: Thank you everyone who read and encouraged me on my first writing. This was much longer than expected and has been a very unexpected journey for me. I loved every minute of it and realized that I not so bad at this writing thing. Hopefully this will give everyone the ending they were looking for. I may write him again someday. Happy New Year to all!

@deepperplexity @vulnus-sanare @mamawolfsmith87 @snowblossomreads

[kaycode1999]

Hello! Can I have a transformers matchup please? preferably Animated!

I am pretty social, however I prefer to spend time alone! I care about others a lot… To an unhealthy amount honestly but I'm working on it! I care too much about what others feel and think and it's tiring, I just want to be selfish and care about myself sometimes even if it sounds mean. I also love being mentioned/involved in things, it makes me feel liked!

People call me funny! Well it all depends because everyone has a different sense of humor! But I am most of the time unserious and I love to joke around, serious situations are stressful so I prefer to be joyful, but I do like talking about serious topics (sometimes) I love to make people smile and laugh with my jokes and overall make them happy with my presence.

My humor is definitely not for everyone, it's mostly the humor of a 12 y/o kid which can be annoying to some people lmao (sometimes it's funny how people are annoyed by it) and some other things depending on how I feel. When it comes to annoyance I also like to annoy people, it's so fun! But I never want to make them really feel bad! I often act like an asshole but this is just for jokes! I'm also VERY sensitive and worry about everything

I LOVE LOVE horror and scary things, I can't imagine my life without it, its just a such interesting genre that makes me happy and intrigued! I adore horror games and I'm mostly interested in them, however most of the time I am scared of playing them so I just watch gameplays and stuff like that

I like games very much (I suck at them), art, anime, drawing and psychology! When it comes to music I love energetic ones!

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day!

I match you with

TFA Jazz

He's very understanding if you need some time alone, but whenever you need him he's there

He thinks you're very sweet to want to give so much to others and he loves you for it, but he sees that it can be draining on you and he will do whatever he can to help you with boundaries to protect yourself from getting burned out.

He will also help you with self-care in whatever capacity you need.

He talks about you all the time so you're definitely mentioned a lot 😂 and believe me he will include you in everything he possibly can

His personality is more relaxed and easy-going so he doesn't joke around like you do, but he still thinks you're funny and appreciates your humor

You definitely make him happy with your presence, and he loves learning more about humanity and earth culture from you

Poor thing, watching horror with you is gonna be hard for him at first. He's gonna be really scared but he loves you so he'd gonna watch it with you 😂😂 it'll help him calm down if you go through and explain how they do the special effects and different things or watch bloopers from it, stuff like that

He's not great at it at first but eventually he’ll love playing video games with you

He's a very sweet and loving boyfriend so anything you enjoy doing he's right there with you (unless you need space)

[bobcatsquad]

Wow! My first writing I am sharing with the world! And my first post to tumblr. Heres to hoping someone else likes my little (hopefully not too out of character) headcanons. Minimal fluff! We want all of the villain fuckery around here.

Having a relationship with Albert Wesker

(As a fellow researcher/umbrella employee)

(Possibly morally gray reader)

So you wanna date the evil scientist…

First and foremost, Wesker is married to his job. His work will ALWAYS come first. And for you to be his partner, you would need to be a workaholic yourself and/or accept this fact. He greatly appreciates space.

That being said, you definitely can’t be clingy or constantly demand his attention, he is a very busy and focused man. Else he will begin to see you as more of a burden than a partner and he will retract. Independence is a highly attractive trait to him.

It can by no way effect his career nor divert his focus.

Respect this and he might let you in closer past his stone walls he’s put up to the rest of the world.

Before dating he didn’t pay you much mind and would often give minimal words. But as you proved your competence in the lab, showed interest in his achievements, showed interest in his actual wellbeing, and continued to genuinely try and form a deeper connection with the quiet, reserved evil genius, he started to truly see you. Started to pick you out from the faces he simply worked with to achieve his goals. He’d never had anyone show such care towards him, the companionship intrigues him.

This stoic intimidating man finally began to crack jokes with you and let you in on his dry humor.

Lots of bringing Wesker food on the days he forgets to eat because of project tunnel vision and giving him massages on particularly bad days after work. Sometimes he’ll even return the favor. He has lots of knots and aches from poor posture.

Wesker isn’t a very physically affectionate lover. It’s easy to think of him as cold or distant however he just shows his love in other ways.

This man can easily get along with others and cooperate in teams to get what he needs, however there are very few people he truly likes being around. You actually enjoy each other’s company, even if it’s just working alongside each other in silence sometimes.

The way to Weskers heart is to show genuine interest in his work! Even the scary and darker parts (love us a madman) It makes his tiny lil heart grow when you excitedly ask questions about his work, wanting to know more. And seeing your face light up when he reveals details. And of course all of the compliments to his genius-ness are lovely. He’s very passionate about his work and will never decline an opportunity to talk about it. It’s one of the rare times you see his genuine smile. Not the fake dry one he usually gives when dealing with others, but instead a soft, warm smile on relaxed features.

He likes to tease you a lot.

When he gives you a hard time, it’s because he cares and wants to see you succeed and bring out all your hidden potential he sees stored inside.

Sometimes even after work is wrapped up, you find yourselves just chattering away.

Nobody will ever mess with you, knowing you are close to Wesker. And if they do, they will surely regret messing with the human the blonde had grown quite fond of. We all know Wesker is the master of manipulation and can be very threatening when he wants to be. He is not a force to be reckoned with.

Although he rarely initiates physical affection on his own, one of his favorite things to do sometimes when waiting for a chemical reaction or something else in the lab to finish, he will briefly come up behind you, place his hands on your hips and rest his head in the crook of your neck, pulling you slightly into his chest as he watches over your shoulder whatever you are doing in the lab for a few moments. When nobody else is around of course, as he has appearances to upkeep. It’s kind of a de stressor for him. (And if he’s feeling frisky he might move his hands down to give your cheeks a squeeze before leaving with a dramatic fwoosh of his lab coat)

His love language is definitely gift giving. Actually you both do a lot of gift giving. You may bring him coffees, food from the cafeteria when he is too busy to get it himself and would otherwise miss out on eating, little desk trinkets you think he’d enjoy. One time during a party to celebrate the researching team finishing up a large, challenging project, Wesker presented you with a slim rectangular black box with a golden ribbon tied around it. When you opened it, inside there was a beautiful watch you briefly mentioned liking several months ago. He is very observant, showing that he obviously considers and listens to what you say. His gifts are always thoughtful.

Fancy dinners after hours, you will definitely be spoiled

Not big on pet names but will lovingly call you ‘dearheart’

You are the only one who can remove his glasses to look into those beautiful blue eyes without possibly getting an arm broken.

Just because he may never properly say “I love you” or do PDA or a lot of physical affection in general doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you nor care.

When he fully trusts you he will let you in a little bit on his frustrations with umbrella, leading to lots of plotting together to take them down. Maybe you even start your own secret project together because what better way to bond than to build bioweapons with your s/o.

He grows to truly care for you and enjoy being around you and I think that’s the best thing you can ask for with this man. It’s not exactly a conventional relationship, but Albert Wesker the crazy scientist isn’t normal either. No fairy tale romance here fellas

If you are like me and love RE men and want to connect with fellow villain simps, I recommend joining the Arklay Mountains discord server where you can make new friends and thirst over murderous men together! ✨(Disclaimer: Server is 18+ only)

[agirlhasnonamehotd]

Here we go: The crew of the Prometheus play with a Magic 8 Ball!

“Janek, it’s too early in the day for this shit.”

It’ s 6:30 am.

The crew is huddled around a mess hall table, a mediocre breakfast laid out before them. Most of the crew sits in a grumpy, drowsy stupor, including the Engineer, whose eyes are half open and bottom lip is stuck out in a pout.

David arrives in perfect form, not a hair out of place. His small smile instantly annoys Shaw, who nurses her coffee and prays the caffeine will make the murderous feelings go away.

“Morning, everyone,” he says cheerfully.

Only Janek acknowledges him.

“Good mornin’,” he replies, holding up a round object, “David, know what this is?”

David takes it from Janek’s extended hand and studies it, his mind raking through information to find more about this relic. He turns it over to look at the little viewing window, and a message floats into view.

“Why, this is a Magic 8 Ball, a vintage children’s toy!” David exclaims.

“Yes, it sure is,” Janek replies, “thought we might have a little fun with it before we all get to work.”

Vickers groans into her bowl of oatmeal. Holloway, having barely swallowed down his last bite, scoffs. Bits of egg fly onto the table.

“That was the most bullshit ‘toy’ ever made,” he mutters.

Shaw makes no response at all, concentrating on the warm positivity that is slowly spreading through her body.

The Engineer, however, is intrigued. He stands and walks over to David, who hands the toy off to him.

“Shall I explain what it is?” David asks. The Engineer nods

“Well, it’s a toy that children use the ‘predict the future’”.

The Engineer looks up, alarmed and tries to hand it back to David.

“No, no,” David chuckles, “it doesn’t really predict the future. Children just use it for fun and games.”

The Engineers expression dissipates; nevertheless, he gives it back.

“What do you say, folks? Let’s ask it some questions, and see what it has to say,” Janek suggests, “David, why don’t you start?”

David smiles and flips the ball eight-side up.

“Hmmmm…Dr. Holloway and I have scheduled a basketball game later,” David thinks aloud, “So…Magic 8 Ball, will I win my basketball game against Charlie?”

He shakes the ball, flips it upside down, and waits for the response to appear.

“It says ‘outlook good,’” David shares.

“Ooh, better watch out Charlie,” Janek teases.

Holloway flips Janek off and continues eating. David hands the toy off to Janek.

“Okay…Magic 8 Ball, is to day a good day to play my accordion?”

The crew groans as he shakes the ball and looks for the response.

“‘Better not tell you now,’” Janek reads, “Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see then.”

Vickers takes her turn, asking if Janek will ever run out of childish games to torture the crew with - the answer is not favorable.

The Engineer takes his turn next. After observing the others, he understands the basic use. Despite his growing knowledge of English, he asks his question in his native language. He shakes the ball - perhaps too enthusiastically - and smiles when the answer appears.

“Using your language isn’t fair,” Holloway mutters, “David, translate.”

“Well you see, Charlie, he was asking if Shaw liked-”

The Engineer shoots David a menacing glare, followed up by a growl. David stops short.

“Uh…perhaps we will leave that one be,” he recommends, “Dr. Shaw, your turn now.”

The Engineer eyes Shaw softly as he places the toy in her hands. Judging by the way he looks at her, his question definitely had something to do with their growing affinity towards one another.

“Hmmm…okay, got one: Is Engi handsome?”

Charlie grunts out, “ what a dumbass thing to ask.”

Shaw jiggles the ball and turns it.

“‘As I see it, yes.’”

The Big Fella goes a little pink in the cheeks, but he's smiling triumphantly.

“Oh, bullshit- give me that!”

Holloway grabs the ball out of Shaw’s grasp a little too rough. The Engineer’s smile fades and he emits a grunt of warning.

“Okay…Magic 8 Ball: Will I annihilate Davie later in our basketball game?”

He shakes. He looks. His face falls.

“What does it say, champ?” Janek asks.

Charlie frowns.

“‘Outlook not so good.’”

A fleeting smile can be seen on David’s face.

“Okay…just warming up here,” Charlie jokes, “let’s try again. Magic 8 Ball, will I have a great day?”

Shake. Look.

“‘Very doubtful’, huh.”

Charlie is perplexed. He shakes the ball around a few times. David tries to take the toy, but Charlie retracts from his grasp.

“Charlie, I do believe-”

“Shut up, David,” Charlie interjects, “let me have some fun.”

David puts his hands up in resignation, and sits down at the table.

“Magic 8 Ball, will I get lucky in love?”

Answer: Unlikely..

At the end of the table, the Engineer smiles.

“This damn thing,” Charlie grumbles, “Magic 8 Ball, does the crew like me?”

A few shakes later, and after some hesitation from Charlie, he checks the window: 'Better not tell you now.'

“Oh, come on!”

Vickers clears her throat and takes the opportunity to excuse herself. Nothing good will come of this.

“Charlie, this may be an indication that we should not tempt what you people call ‘fate’-”

“Quiet, tin can,” Charlie retorts, “ Magic 8 Ball, do you like me?”

He shakes, and shakes….and shakes so hard Janek is convinced it will bust open any minute.

With a sigh, he flips it over and waits a moment.

‘My reply is no’

“Fuck!”

Charlie drops the ball on the table and it rolls towards David. A resonant chuckle escapes the Engineer and he makes no attempt to hide it. Charlie grumpily stares at his unfinished breakfast.

“God damn thing is broken,” he bitterly spits.

As he sits there, brooding, David picks the toy up once more. After some thought, he speaks.

“Magic 8 Ball, am I… better looking and smarter than Charlie?”

“David-”

Shake, shake, shake.

“‘Yes, definitely,’” David declares.

Janek chokes on his cereal.

Shaw takes the Engineer by the hand and hurries him out of the room.

Then the tantrum begins.

“WHAT THE HELL?! AND FUCK YOU, DAVID!”

Eggs go flying across the table and Charlie storms out of the room, muttering swear words under his breath.

When Charlie is no longer in sight, Janek finally recovers and claps David on the back.

“David, was that really the response?” He asks.

“Goodness, no,” David replies with a smile, “It was ‘reply hazy, try again’”.

[darlingdawnauryn]

How I Use Technology in My Practice

I know we've all been watching the online world disintegrate in real time -- and the rise of spiritual psychosis on Tik Tok is something I definitely don't want to think too much about -- but I'm here to tell you that it's not all doom and gloom and modern-day technology can still be utilized in a beneficial way. Here are some ways I use it to aid in my practice.

Music for Meditation and Ambience. There are a lot of premade playlists to help people meditate, consisting of binaural beats, eastern inspired zen music, and instrumentals and chants to help connect to a specific deity -- and that's probably only scratching the surface. But what I like about the modern-day landscape where anyone can post anything is the specificity: we're not limited to what could previously only be found on a CD your mom might've gotten from the back of a magazine; instead, there are playlists like "you're taking a bath in ancient greece," "2 AM," and one of my personal favorites, "T h e D r e a m p o o l s." There are people who post their own compositions too, like in the case of help me.'s channel! Most of the time I don't even use it for meditation; I put it on in the background when I write spells and hypersigils, when I work my herbal magick, when I feel like working energy by dancing, etc.

Liminal Portals. Speaking of the poolrooms, I use liminal spaces a lot in my work. Due to my mobility issues and my inability to drive, I can't exactly visit a cemetery, a crossroads, or even an abandoned house whenever I want. So I do the next best thing: pull up a picture of a liminal space and meditate on it however I see fit. Similar to the wider variety of music, this affords me the opportunity to pick a specific, sometimes niche location to harness a specific energy -- it's not like you can go to a funzone midday and expect it to be vacant, let alone expect to work magick with all the kiddos running around. I also like using the images as portals: something to focus on before I sleep so I can conjure it in dreams and do work in the astral.

Inspiration and Motivation! Like a lot of people who came of age alongside the Internet, I now spend more time on Youtube than I do watching TV or even using other streaming services. I use it for shits and giggles as much as the next guy, but I also try to be conscious and intentional with my screentime. I find more and more that I use Youtube for a place of inspiration: magickal as well as mundane. As I've said in previous posts, journaling and writing are serious hobbies of mine. I watch a lot of junk/journal Youtubers, so this video popped up in my recommended the other week -- decidedly un-witchy and completely separate from anything magickal. But I ended up using it to make a journal for my hypersigils, and it feels so much more personal that way. As far as witches go, I'm way more intrigued by Q&As and those in the community interviewing each other; I find the candid conversations more practical than short little how-to videos. Plus, they're a great go-to when I feel disconnected from my practice. Listening to a back-and-forth between two people who are clearly passionate about their Craft gives me the kick to get back into mine again!

Mapping Out the World. This one is a bit headier than the others, so bear with me. First and maybe most importantly: I've been a supporter of the New Age movement since before I knew what it was -- I've always been in contact with spirit guides, fairies, and other nature spirits, and I've always had an affinity for crystals and Hippie Culture (TM) and seen firsthand how the Law of Attraction can be both beneficial and detrimental to one's overall health. While I don't interact much with that side of the Internet anymore, owing to the alarming turn to far-right mindsets and some other problematic beliefs in that community -- as well as my pseudo-disillusionment with the movement at large -- I still think there's something to be said about some of those principles -- particularly the LoA. In a sense, the algorithm as we know it is a mini version of our lives. Do I think every word, thought, and emotion should be policed in an attempt to achieve the myth of ~high vibration~ and enlightenment? Of course not. But let's look at an example that's completely free from any kind of spiritualism: if I ask you to look around the room you're in right now and count as many red objects as you can in ten seconds, that should be a relatively easy task, right? But if I ask you to then conjure up the number of yellow objects without taking another look around, you won't be able to. Why? Because you were focused on the red ones. And in my experience, the world works much the same way and technology exists to reinforce this belief: what we watch, read, and give our attention to online will multiply; it's up to us to curate our experience.

The second thing I'd like to touch on is something that's completely personal -- what I've taken to calling Small Living. Maybe this was brought on by collective nostalgia for the aughts, but lately I've been preoccupied by early-days Internet (web 1.5?) and how much more contained everything felt back then. People can make their filtered edits and try to recapture the vibe by creating bygone-feeling analog horror, but it truly was an experience, going on Youtube and watching "ghost caught on camera" videos or logging onto Quizilla to read anything from local urban legends to proto-creepypasta. It goes without saying that a lot of this stuff was bullshit, but there was something exciting and transgressive about semi-hidden forums dedicated to paranormal and occult information -- back when nothing was monetized yet and people were earnestly either trying to spread knowledge or scare the shit out of unsuspecting viewers and readers.

In a way, getting into the Craft has brought me back to that smallness. Despite the paranormal boom that happened twenty-odd years ago, it was still rare to find people who actually took it seriously: ghost hunters, fellow witches, and the like. Now that "alternative spirituality" has gone mainstream, books about opening your third eye and connecting with nature spirits and high frequency diets are a dime a dozen, meaning it's the same handful of points regurgitated by people who are most likely just looking to make a quick buck. (And don't get me started on the bastardization/commercialization of metaphysical shops.) Thinking about this objectively was one of the biggest things that led me to starting this blog: compared to Insta, Tik Tok, Reddit, and even the cesspools that are Facebook and Twitter, Tumblr is almost a dying breed. I like to think I'm not too far off in feeling like those who stumble across my page looking for first-hand experience and/or potential pointers had to do some digging in order to find it. I'm also getting a kick out of older, secondhand copies of occult books for the same reasons. (Related sidenote: turning my attention to helping my immediate community instead of giving myself IBS flare-ups stressing about every worldwide issue has helped my mental health astronomically. Another pro of Small Living.)

[pixyys]

Ello pixyys! I have a request BUT PLEASE DO THIS AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED ALL OF YOUR HOMEWORK AND FINALS!!! AND TAKE YOUR TIME PLEASE I DON'T WANT YOU BURNING OUT!

so for my request, can I request the Flags with a reader who really likes classical music and hates any sacrilegious-ness and they are able to play the piano and other instruments too? And they have really good classical music knowledge and can name any piece in like a few seconds- wait why am I sounding like I'm describing myself ;-;

ANYWAYSSS stay safe drink water get enough sleep I love you mwah

— artistic elegance.

bsd characters with a reader who likes classical music, plays various musical instruments and despises sacrilege. (fellow twosetters, iykyk👀)

ft. the flags + some small extras at the end :)

warnings/notes. gn! reader

💌HII SILVER!! thank you for the request!! and aa tysm i love you too <33 i love that gif! bsd wan gives me life (´͈  ᵕ `͈ ) also! i'm still not that familiar with the flags' personalities, so they might be a bit ooc :" but i hope this is up to your expectations!

piano man

piano man is a cultured gentleman! he may not be as well-versed in classical music as you do. but he might know one or two of the popular pieces.

this man is a man of whimsy and cruel elegance. needless to say, he respects art and delicacy. and more than all, he is drawn to your immaculate and refined taste in music.

he loves hearing you talk about your interest! from your long rambles about a particular piece to small trivia about concerts and the likes.

he will reassure you that he's not using piano wires to strangle people (lmao)

please please please make a joke about how "piano man" can't play the piano (silver iykyk haha)

if you're willing, piano man will be interested in learning the piano from you. at least to honour his name (it's just his ploy to spend more time with you <3)

he'll come to your concerts and see you play if you're performing in one <3 alternatively, you both go to orchestras and classical music concerts together

he's also canonically fastidious, so he respects perfection. he's inwardly proud if you're very dedicated to your practices. he likes hardworking people.

however! he'll know when to stop you when you're overworking yourself. when your eyebrows start to crease and that gleam in your eyes whenever your fingers dance on the piano keys fades away, he'll silently approach you, gently reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss on your cheek.

"you've done enough, love. you're amazing. you'll do splendidly."

does stopping you from practising 40 hours a day count as sacrilege? probably. as much as he hates upsetting you, piano man is willing to commit any sin if it's meant for your well-being and safety </3

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lippmann

another chap who's fairly familiar with classical music. i'm sure some of his movies use classical music as soundtracks, and at some point, he has most likely acted as a musician character.

very intrigued by your extensive knowledge of musical instruments and classical pieces. he will definitely ask you for some pointers for when he has to act in a musical performance scene.

oh boy. the poor guy doesn't know what he signed up for.

"your wrist is too low. your bowing looks off," you comment as you both watch a particular scene where he act-plays the violin.

from then on, he takes your suggestions and corrections very seriously, which he is very grateful for because they help his acting career too.

more than anything though, lippmann doesn't want to upset you by committing "sacrilege"—as you like to call it.

you can teach him, let's say, a violin, or any other musical instrument. alternatively, you can take crash courses together as cute little dates <3 (all the more opportunity to flex your skills and impress him haha)

he's doing it very well, though. he's a fast learner. it's almost unfair how he has a natural talent for almost everything; from acting to negotiation skills.

he is.. very pretty.. regardless if people recognize him as a popular actor or not. so you may start regretting it when everyone from the course is starting to crowd him lmao. maybe this is not a very good idea after all,,

but! imagine this:

it's well-known that lippmann's music-acting is getting more realistic and accurate. there's this particular scene in a romance movie he starred in that causes quite a ruckus among his fans: the character he acted is playing a piece dedicated to his beloved. but his act-performance is just so 'full of love' and everyone goes crazy over it. when an interview session asks him about how he did this, he just smiles into the camera and,

"oh, i did picture a special person during that scene. they've helped me a lot, and i'm very grateful for them. you can say that 'performance' was dedicated for them."

i digress. but i'd simply die lmao

oh well, the internet will go crazy, again. "hit actor lippmann's secret muse!?" as said by the headline of the tabloid magazine. but eh, as they said, all's well should end well.. probably.

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albatross

no matter how i see him, albatross is a menace (lmao)

he's likely to not know a lot about classical music and musical instruments in general. but hey! trying is also a love language.

probably gets curious when you are practising. after you explain to him the basics, there is a high chance he'll go "oh! as i expected, you're very amazing! i think i'll go for the triangle instead." 💀

he's just very impressed at whatever you're doing. you pulled off a particularly difficult, or just a so-so piece? "woah! that is so cool!" you somehow manage to name any classical piece playing within five seconds? "what kind of sorcery are you doing?!" you're going on a long ramble about how a movie depicted orchestras and piano-playing very very wrongly? albatross has no idea what you're talking about. but whatever you're doing, don't stop. he likes seeing you all happy and enthusiastic. there's something about how your eyes light up or how a smile bloom on your lips. they never fail to make his day brighter.

this man is competitive. at one point, he will start listening to classical pieces and make it a competition on who can name a piece's title whenever there's one playing. of course, he loses, every time. can't forget that time he called Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 "that one tom and jerry song."

"it's a piece, not a song, albatross."

"but it's still in tom and jerry."

well, he's not wrong, technically.

albatross will probably get excited (and be embarrassing), gushing over you if he ever comes to see you perform in a concert or the like. "look at them! they're so cool!" he'll half-whisper to anyone sitting close to him until he receives several warning glares for being noisy. oh well, at least he knows not to clap during auditions.

please prevent this man from doing any more sacrilege (lmao i keep on slandering him, sorry albatross you're a real one for this </3)

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iceman

this man canonically likes to drink coffee and listen to records—a side only a few people know, and you're one of those few people.

he listens to a variety of genres, and classical pieces vinyl take up considerable space in his collection. he may be the closest to being fairly knowledgeable in classical pieces as you are.

he might not be the type to play a musical instrument himself. instead, he adores hearing you play. not that the recordings are bad, but your playing is just much more relaxing and the sounds flow better to his ears.

maybe above all, it's your presence that he finds peace from. either way, iceman is glad he can know someone who shares an overall similar interest with him.

you both can go to a record store! watch him just chuckle in amusement whenever you perk up as the store plays a classical piece, then immediately recognize the piece's title. he finds your enthusiasm cute. and not to mention, that broad knowledge is impressive. even he can't remember that many classical pieces.

he will be very grateful if you shove a good amount of music recommendations to him, or make a playlist for him! iceman might just listen to it in his free time because they remind him of you <3

in terms of sacrilege, he doesn't really mind much and leans on the more chill side. oh? that movie you're both watching is playing a very badly acted orchestra scene? he finds the way you internally cringe amusing. but iceman understands how such things really upset you, so he'll be there to listen to your rambles and criticisms.

all in all, he's a very chill but loving guy <3

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doc

he is mostly ambivalent about classical music and musical instruments. but as a doctor, he knows well that classical music is scientifically proven to be able to reduce stress and alleviate anxiety.

for that reason, he might know one or two things about classical music. but nothing too in-depth besides the fact it has some therapeutic effects to it.

hence! it's the perfect opportunity to tell him everything you know! (and flex when you're at it)

"doc! don't you know that not all classical music is relaxing? for example this one-"

he watches curiously as you show him a recorded piece, the '1812 overture.' he did expect and somewhat know that there are fast-paced and energetic classical pieces out there. but he did not expect canon fires incorporated into the piece.

"this sounds like it'll give people from the mafia anxiety instead."💀

but yeah. as someone who studied a lot, and used to be a student before being a doctor, he seems like the type who appreciates knowledge very much. he is intrigued by the tidbits of occasionally out-of-pocket trivia you casually bring up.

all the same, he likes listening to you play after he's done with his work, or during his day off. being a doctor can be more stressful than being on the front lines, as there are many injuries he had to treat as soon as possible, and he has to handle occasional foolish and careless individuals who don't heed his warnings. 

but! doc, hence his name, is a doctor. he will not take it kindly if you're pushing yourself with your practice, or being too anxious about an upcoming concert or performance. while not musically adept enough to help you with practices, doc will try his best to calm you down, reminding you that fatigue can ruin your concentration too. he's heard you play and practice multiple times, so he reassures you that all you need is just rest and you'll ace the performance.

all things considered, he just really cares for your well-being <3

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adam will take you to a museum of musical instruments. fascinating. you can see not only today's instruments, but also pianos, violins, and cellos over the years. this man can and will give you elongated lectures about each instrument. fun and informative! 

chuuya is very extra himself, and he will do the same in handling your interest; if you want, he'll take you to equally very extra operas and concerts, where you all dress up fancy and wear those nifty galilean binoculars to see the stage. classy!

verlaine probably doesn't understand why or how you grow to like music, particularly classical music very much. but! he is fond of how you're very passionate about it, and not sharing the same interest won't stop him to ask you for a dance—a slow waltz only yours and your own to share with him. during late nights after private dinners, he sways you gently, holding you close; whether with a piece playing in the background or just the sound of your hums and heartbeat. your steps may be clumsy or hesitant, but he will catch you before you stumble. 

end notes. aaand that's a wrap! not me imagining date scenarios with each one of them lmao. was in a very fluffy mood haha! had a lot of fun writing this

[phr3ia]

I Got Isekai'd Into A World Where I'm Just The Side Character (Wuthering Waves x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 3 : Acceptance]

"Hey, you ready to go?" Rover asked as he entered the lab. "So, that was Mortefi?" you asked, to which he nodded in response. "He seems like a reasonable guy." you remarked, rising from the examination table. 

"Indeed he is." Rover agreed. 

Mortefi and Baizhi briefed Rover on your situation and even shared their theory with him. This information was only disclosed to the Magistrate and Rover, as your case was unique and they couldn't risk compromising it.

"By the way, the Magistrate wanted to see you."

"Ma----who?" You furrowed your brows in confusion as you didn't understand what he had just said.

"The Magistrate." he said again. "She rules over the city." Rover elaborated, leading you out of the Huaxu Academy.

"So, she's like the Mayor of Jinzhou?" you joked, trying to lighten the air.

Rover gave a small chuckle. "In a sense, yes. She's a respected figure in the city."

"Over here!" Chixia exclaimed, waving to you and Rover. Yangyang and her were waiting for both of you right at the exit. "So, we heard from Baizhi that the Magistrate wanted to see her!" Chixia said with an excited look on her face. 

"Yes, the Magistrate wanted to meet her right away." Rover replied. 

"Okay then! Yangyang and I will head over to Ms. Panhua's restaurant to order something for dinner. We'll wait for you guys there." Chixia beamed as she tugged Yangyang along with her.

"Is she always that cheerful?" You asked, wondering where she's getting all that energy from.

"She has her moments when she's serious, but for the most part, she keeps things lighthearted." He said, his eyes following their departure for a brief moment.

As the two of you walked toward the Magistrate's office, Rover began to share his story. "And about the Magistrate, she takes care of the city and its citizens. She took me in when I first arrived in Jinzhou without any memories of where I came from." Rover confided in you, looking straight ahead as he explained. "That was months ago, and I still can't remember who I was before."

You can see the yearning in Rover's eyes, as if there is a huge part of him that is missing.

"Hey, let's not give up, okay? We'll do this together, one step at a time." you cheered him up, empathizing with what he's going through. It's overwhelming to live in a place where you know nothing about. The anxiety and uncertainties were definitely feelings that Rover experienced as well.

"Thank You, Y/N" Rover nodded gratefully, a small smile forming on his lips.

As you reached the Magistrate's chambers, A voice called from within, inviting you to enter. You took a deep breath as the guards opened the door for you and Rover.

"Don't worry. She's a good person." He assured you.

The Magistrate's office was grand, yet comfortable, filled with a sense of warmth. The Magistrate sat behind her desk, her features striking as she stood up and welcomed you both with open arms.

"Welcome, Y/N. Mortefi and Rover has told me about your unique situation. Please, take a seat. You too, Rover." She gestured to the chairs in front of her, a warm smile on her face. "Now, I am sure you have a lot of questions."

You nodded, greeting her back. "It's nice to meet you, Madam Magistrate."

Rover watched you closely, his expression unreadable, as the Magistrate began to delve deeper into your situation.

She began telling you things about ancient beings from the past that you couldn't quite understand. Although she couldn't confirm whether Mortefi's theories were correct, she told you it was the only explanation that made sense at the moment.

However, she also made it clear to you that you weren't dreaming at all.

Upon listening to her, you suddenly exclaimed, "WAIT?! SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT I JUST GOT ISEKAI'D?!!? THE SHIT IS REAL?!" your sudden outburst startled The Magistrate and Rover.

Jinhsi raised an eyebrow, her expression intrigued. "Isekai'd'? Do enlighten us on what that means."

Rover looked confused, his gaze flickering between the Magistrate and you.

You sighed, knowing that you had to explain this. "Isekai literally means 'another world'. In the context of anime and manga, it's when a person is transported to another world." You elaborated, hoping it was clear enough.

Rover scratched the back of his head, still trying to catch up.

Jinhsi shook her head, calling you peculiar, but in a playful manner. "Well, that's an interesting way to describe it."

You immediately realized that they didn't understand what you were talking about, which made you sigh.

"We'll have Mortefi conduct a series of tests and see if he can shed more light on your condition. And in the meantime, you'll be staying in the city. If you need anything, feel free to come to me or Rover here." She assured you, glancing at Rover.

"Thank you, Magistrate." You acknowledged her offer, your eyes flickering to Rover as well. After thanking Jinhsi for her time and hospitality, Rover escorted you back outside the chambers.

"The Magistrate arranged for you to stay at the inn where I'm currently staying. It's located in the center of Jinzhou. You'll be given a room right next to mine. It's safer that way, and I can help you get acquainted with the city." He explained as you both headed towards Ms. Panhua's Restaurant.

You nodded, acknowledging his words. "Thanks. Everything's been a bit overwhelming, so I appreciate the company and the arrangements."

As the two of you arrived at the restaurant, the cheerful cries of Yangyang and Chixia could be heard before you even stepped inside. "We've already ordered enough for everyone!" Chixia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with joy as she saw you and Rover approaching them.

They were quick to fill you in on details about the city and its inhabitants, which you eagerly listened to. Despite your initial confusion and disbelief, you found yourself slowly accepting this new reality, embracing the company and the warmth that this new group of people offered.

Once you finished your meal, you said your goodbyes to Yangyang and Chixia, promising to meet them again in the next few days.

"Y/N, if you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to approach me. I know this whole situation is overwhelming, and it can be lonely sometimes." Rover spoke sincerely, his eyes meeting yours briefly. "You don't have to bear this alone."

You gave him a small smile of gratitude. "Thank you, Rover. That means a lot to me."

He nodded, leading you to the inn.

[2nd floor of the Inn]

"This is your room. If you need anything, you can find me next door. Don't forget to knock though, unless you want to walk in on me while I'm changing or something." He joked lightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he flashed a quick smile.

"Got it." You chuckled.

Rover paused for a moment, his hand resting on the doorknob. "Well, goodnight, Y/N. And welcome to Jinzhou."

"Goodnight, Rover."

As you settled into your new room, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, you were still trying to wrap your head around the idea of being in a different world. On the other hand, you felt a growing comfort and familiarity with this strange new place, thanks to the friendly faces that had welcomed you.

Closing the door to your room, you leaned against it and sighed, allowing yourself to let go of the day's events. But as you did so, your thoughts returned to your previous life. The nagging feeling of unfinished business with the men who abused you weighed heavily on your heart, and your resolve to uncover the truth behind your situation only strengthened.

With that in mind, you vowed to make the most of this new life, to find answers, and to make things right - for yourself, for justice, and for the world you left behind.

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End of Chapter 3 🥀...

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