#i am....... so srry........ for the length........

[ven0ms]

         femme's   never   been   one   for   violence   herself   ,   but   something   about   xavier   is   driving   her   to   want   to   hit   them   !   eyes   slightly   narrow   at   him   ,   the   words   already   coming   to   the   tip   of   her   tongue   before   they're   even   done   speaking   !   (   she's   never   one   to   remain   calm   ,   cool   ,   and   collected   about   anything   ,   either   ,   so   the   extraness   was   bound   to   happen   )   .   '   that's   really   fucking   mean   ,   xavier   !   i   can't   believe   you   .   '   the   feigned   dramatics   are   in   full   swing   ,   the   roll   of   her   eyes   following   suit   .   '   i   think   it   would   be   a   gift   , by the way .   you   would   be   so   lucky   to   be   stuck   with   only   me   forever   .   '   val   added ,   only   to   then completely   drop   the   monologue   she   had   prepared   ,   on   how   special   and   fun   she   is   of   course   ,   when   xavier   brought   up   how   the   vigilante   would   kill   her   .

ears   were   listening , eyes   were   set   on   him   ,   soaking   up   every   word   -   as   if   she   doesn't   work   herself   up   just   thinking   about   the   killer   .   she's   positive that   in   another   universe   she'd   toss   her   hands   up   in   the   air   ,   throw   something   at   them   (   hopefully   something   soft   )   ,   and   start   her   screaming   rampage   about   how   rude   that   was   to   say   and   how   it's   not   funny   , yadda , yadda , yadda ...   but   in   this   universe   ,   for   some   reason   ,   she   was   much   more   restrained   .   maybe   through   genuine   fear   ,   maybe   she   wanted   some   semblance   of   realism   .   for   once   .   '   well   ,   you   are   being   a   dick   .   '   she   started   ,   only   a   brief   pause   given   before   continuing   .   '   but   i   really   do   think   he's   going   to   come   after   me   soon   .   and   given   all   my   accolades   ,   my   success   ,   my   fame   ,   my   good   looks   ,   and   my   talent   ...   he'll   go   all   out   .   maybe   peeling   -   my   -   face   -   off   is   in   the   cards   .   never   really   thought   of   that   one   before   ,   so   ...   thanks   !   '

xavier  smirks  widens  ,  just  enough  to  let  valeria  know  he's  enjoying  this  (  probably  more  than  he  should  .  )  because  . . .  it's  almost  cute  ,  if  you  squint  .  "  aw  ,  come  on  ,  val  ,  "  they  drawl  ,  voice  dripping  with  that  brand  of  sarcasm  that's  practically  their  second  language  ,  equal  parts  mocking  and  amused  .  "  didn't  mean  to  offend  her  royal  highness  of  self-love  over  here  ,  my  bad  .  but  forever  ,  though  ?  just  you  and  you  ?  sounds  like  a  prison  sentence  .  "  they  tip  their  head  back  ,  eyes  half-lidded  ,  tapping  a  finger  against  their  chin  ,  feigning  deep  thought  .  "  y'know  . . .  i  was  gonna  say  something  poetic  ,  maybe  to  do  with  music  . . .  "  he  pauses  ,  drawing  it  out  ,  savoring  the  anticipation  (  and  knowing  it  probably  drives  her  nuts  .  )  "  but  after  that  whole  speech  ?  especially  if  he's  listening  right  now  ?  i  think  he'd  go  for  something  . . .  visceral  .  he'd  make  you  look  at  yourself  ,  maybe  .  i'm  talking  really  look  .  i'm  talking  peeling-your-face-off  kind  of  look  .  holding  it  up  to  you  and  going  ,  '  here  ,  love  yourself  now  ,  biatch  .  '  "  he  chuckles  ,  low  and  unbothered  ,  giving  her  a  look  that  says  . . .  what  ?  too  much  ?  "  but  hey  ,  maybe  i'm  just  being  a  dick  .  "  

[hold-me-like-a-tourniquet]

Mmmmmm i can taste it on my breath :333

Is making me so squirmy and giggly hehehehe I feel so floaty

[sahisan]

✧ i am, we are

scaramouche x female reader | social media au.

✦ chapter 2 – obviousness.

masterpost / previous / next.

✦ notices: timestamps mostly don't matter! if there's a timestamp then i was too lazy to edit it out, srry guys. also, no username for reader (except for two pics).

✦ synopsis: you are a solo artist, who first appeared a few years ago with your debut song “it's snowing like it's the end of the world.” which you wrote and composed while dealing with mental health problems, trying to convert them into your passion – music. in the end, the song became very popular, resulting in you swiftly gaining audience. yet, unbeknownst for your growing and waiting followers, you hadn't released any more music in the following weeks, months or years. you simply disappeared from every social platform. that was, until, finally, you showed signs of life on twitter, years later.

✦ author note: okayyy so first things first. the dates on the tour pic were chosen by me a long time ago but if you want please feel free to ignore them (fyi, an artist/band usually announces a tour a bit later after announcing an album release date, and the tour takes place around a year after the album's release). second thing – the blur that replaces your appearance. obv, there were photos before, but i chose to blur them like that for readers to be able to visualise their wanted appearance in that place. i imagines like, at first, reader being short haired since i made the smau for myself at first lol but pls feel free to ignore the hair length. also, since reader's and scara's relationship aren't official yet, the "scaraname updates" account can be seen as just "fan theories" about their relationship fow now. p.s. ise is a city in japan just near the ise bay. anddd starting from around here i think ?? there won't be any more dates on tours/albums etc so feel free to imagine it yourself ig. yep that's all i guess.

✦ taglist: closed.

— @alatusorrow @scarasbaby @raineyun @1nakitofan @ichcocat @vxcmx @animeobsessed56 @samyayaya @state-of-grac3 @lily-lmao @ciellez @moonjellyfishie @scaraenthusiast1 @aruatsu @slu7 @sweatydazeshark-blog @shotovhs @kosumos @keiiqq @xionri @trulyylee @lalalaloveallmydays @nomnom21

[sovya]

like magic

ran haitani x f!reader (with hints of rindou haitani x f!reader)

minors n ageless blogs dni

cw: inc-st, dddne, use of honorifics ("nii-chan/san"), slight manipulation (on ran's part), pet names ("princess" "little girl" "sweetheart" "sweet girl"), D/s dynamics (including having rules), infantilization, slight humiliation, praise, degradation, teasing, hand as a gag (to keep you quiet), piv (mating press), size kink, free use (if you squint)

synopsis: ran, after a long day of work, wants nothing more than to decompress with his favourite girl—but he doesn't want to share. ♡

an: if i forgot any cws, pls let me know ! also srry this is so disgusting lol

wc: 2.5k

"you make it sound so easy..." a loud huff departs from his lips, pink and slick with your saliva and his own.

your whines cut through the heavy atmosphere of your sizeable bedroom, a sound that echoes off the finely decorated walls before seeking purchase in the recesses of ran's mind.

"but i need you... don't you need me?" long eyelashes give shade to your gaze as you look up at him longingly. you can almost see him question if you're asking in good faith or if you're simply trying to rile him up. 

either way, it's working. 

"aw, c'mon princess, you know that i do... nii-chan just hates to hurt his favourite little girl, that's all."

"but 'm tough... i can take it! i've taken you before."

"no, i know... i’m only worried that if you hurt too much, you'll scream and cry and then rindou will wake up. an' if rindou wakes up, he'll want a turn with you… and we both know rindou will be much meaner to you than i am."

your eyes leave his face as you look around the darkened room, just barely visible thanks to the lights of the city. he makes a good point, even though you wish he didn't. as much as you love how rin fucks you, your sleeplacking body might break under his strength alone. your gaze returns to your eldest brother's face, giving him a dejected nod. 

"hey, don't look so sad, little girl... 'm still gonna fuck you." his form hovers over yours rather menacingly, his hands on either side of your head holding himself up.

he looks like a God like this, you think to yourself. his normally perfectly styled hair now falling around his face after his nightly shower, the dark purple strands contrasting against his rather pale skin. the tattoo along the length of his neck bobs as his Adam's apple does, as if intentionally drawing attention to itself—though maybe that was the point of getting it on his neck in the first place. your sights trail further down his body, his work shirt having been discarded hours ago, hung up for dry cleaning the next time the maids come by. despite the strain on visibility, you can make out the distinct markings of his half body tattoo, eyes following the intricate patterns the ink has weaved into his skin. he's too good to be true but he's here and he's real and he's looking at you like he wants to eat you—not whole, but to savour you instead.

"so how are you going to..." your voice trails off, words fleeing into the sound of the fan running on the other side of your room.

"fuck you?" he smirks at your hesitation to use a curse word, something him and rin have agreed is strictly unallowed—only for you though, of course. "'s okay, honey, you can say it just this once. i won't tell rin."

"how are you going to f-fuck me if you don't want me to make loud noises?"

his smirk spreads wider, like a burning wildfire across his face, one he couldn't contain even if he tried.

"i’ll be gentle, sweet. take good care of ya." he shifts his weight to his left hand, using his right to caress your cheek, his thumb smoothing out the plush skin there.

“but… what if it hurts? like you said…”

“hm…” ran starts to look around the bed before reaching for your stuffed rabbit, placing it onto your chest, “hold your bunny, okay? cry into her if you need to cry.”

an involuntary whine escapes you, your arms wrapping around the stuffed animal your brothers bought you many years prior—prior to this moment, prior to them fucking you stupid nearly every night.

reaching his hand down to the waistband of his sweats, he haphazardly pulls them down until the band rests around his muscular thighs, his cock finally springing free.

“see, baby, there you go. just hold onto your bunny an’ nii-chan will be right here, okay?”

“okay…” the utterance comes out much less confident than ran was hoping for, but he’s too hard and his day has been too long to give a fuck.

he gathers the skirt of your nightgown and pushes it further up your hips, his large hands finding their way to your bum as he lifts you slightly, allowing the garment to collect around your body, just below your belly button. he leaves your bottom half completely exposed, your cunt now in full view.

“just as pretty as the first time i saw her…” ran sighs, speaking mostly to himself.

while his left hand remains on your body, touching your side with a gentleness not unfamiliar to you, his right hand pulls back, finding its way to his aching cock. he begins to touch himself, teasingly slow, as his gaze drags up and down your body.

“nii-chan…” whining, you give him a pout and ran can’t help but laugh.

“what?”

“want touches…” your eyes begin to well up as you watch him masturbate above you, knowing that the brothers gave you a rule against touching yourself without their express permission.

“what do you say, then?”

taking in a shaky breath, your brows furrow a little more, “please?”

“please what?”

you can’t totally see his face given the darkness of the room, but you can just tell he’s got a smirk plastered across his face.

“p-please… ran-nii, will you please touch me?”

“touch you where?”

goodness, you feel like sobbing. you feel a painful lump in your throat beginning to form and you swear it’s going to weigh you down into the mattress and leave you there, crying, for an eternity.

“r-ran… please? i need you. need you t-to touch me on my… in my… my…” you struggle desperately to get the words out, wrestling with your mind to just let you say the words—those incredibly humiliating words—you need to say.

“your… what?” his hands go back to your bum, lifting you up as he goes to line himself up with your entrance. afterall, you both know he can’t have you sobbing.

“there! touch me there! please!”

ran places a hand over your mouth, trying to keep you from nearly shouting at him again. the sheer size of it engulfs your face, causing you to clench against him, and he can feel it.

he hisses out a “fuck” when he feels your pulsating cunt against the tip of his cock, the way your arousal is dripping down your slit.

ran simply cannot wait any longer. he needs to feel you wrapped around his cock. his sanity depends on it.

the hand on your face presses harder against your skin, the bones of his digits digging in as he starts to sink himself inside of you. his jaw falls slack, letting a strained groan make its way past his lips. it may be dark in your bedroom, but he can see how your eyes dart around his face in a panic, never having taken him with this little prep before. you’re scared and incredibly pliant, just how he likes you.

you draw in a shaky breath, intense and fraught, like with every inch he presses inside of you, he threatens to knock more air out of your lungs. gripping onto your plushie tighter, you feel tears beginning to pool at your lash line, his cock stretching you with a harsh sting.

“there you go sweet girl… look so pretty like this…” ran whispers as he finally bottoms out, his gaze nothing short of absolutely adoring.

you blink and a tear falls down the side of your face and onto the pillow, “i do?”

ran lets out a breathy laugh, nodding while his hips start with a relaxed pace, “yeah, princess, so fuckin’ pretty.”

smiling up at him, you manage a small giggle, “thank you, ran”

he begins to speed up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours getting louder and more frequent, “that’s not what you call me… you know that…”

starting to sob, you partially hide your face with the head of your bunny plush, “sorry nii-chan… ‘m sorry…”

clenching his jaw, ran groans through his teeth, low and needy—like a man possessed.

“there we go, good girl… that’s what i like to hear.”

his cock stretches you open, keeps you open, as it drags along the gummy walls of your cunt. the feeling is almost agonizing, despite the arousal dripping down and forming a little puddle below you. you feel an intense ache in your core, like he’s threatening to tear you open. and through all of this, you feel so ardent, so eager, so good.

feeling you tighten around him, ran draws in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping at your pillows even harder, “fuck, sweetheart… love when you do that. w-what’s it you’re thinkin’ about in that pretty little head of yours?”

you give him a drawn-out whine, all of a sudden feeling overwhelmingly shy. looking up at him, your brows furrow as you shake your head.

“no? you don’t wanna tell me?”

you can feel yourself tighten around him again, but you repeat your headshake.

“alright, that’s fine.” suddenly, ran stops his movement, causing you to gasp—and you’ve got that precious panic face back on—how cute.

“wait… no. please keep going, ran-nii. i-i’ll tell you, promise,” you do your best to talk quietly, but the possibility of ran stopping is just too much for you to bear.

“you promise?” 

his cock is still buried inside of you, and he’s just as desperate as you are to keep going, but he’s gotta tease you. what else are big brothers for?

sniffling, you nod, opening your mouth to speak, “was just thinking about how you feel…”

ran starts to roll his hips into yours again, a smug look creeping across his face anew, “how i feel?”

“yeah… h-how you’re stretching me out and…”

moving faster, bringing himself back to his previous pace, ran raises an eyebrow at you, “and what?”

“just… how big you are…”

he licks his lips and his eyes grow heavily lidded, the classic haitani stare piercing through your soul, sending the most primal feelings surging through you—feelings you can almost guarantee are rushing through him too.

“how big i am, huh?” his large frame shifts above you, ran’s hands moving off the pillows and to the undersides of your thighs, pinning your legs to your chest.

you let out a squeal and ran’s hand finds its way to your mouth once again, attempting to keep you quiet as the weight of his body keeps your thighs pressed to your torso. a muffled “mhm” leaves your lips but is cut off by your big brother’s palm, causing him to laugh. the low rumble comes from deep in his chest and you can feel his abdominal muscles tensing against the backs of your legs as he chuckles.

he’s so strong, the feel of his muscles like absolute torment to you, causing your cunt to clench around him another time.

“you’re such a naughty girl… getting off on your big brother folding you in half and fucking you like a toy.” ran growls, throwing his head back and moaning. his head comes back down just as quickly so he can look at you while he speaks again, “but that’s okay, you know that… nii-san loves his dirty little girl.”

ran moves his hand from your mouth, pressing his sweaty forehead against your own, gazing into your eyes with so much love.

i love when he does this, you think to yourself. ran can play all the mind games he wants, can be conniving and tease you until you forget where he starts and you end, but the way he looks at you when he’s close gives all of his secrets away.

“i love you s’much, ran-nii.”

before you can register what’s happening, ran’s lips meet your own, capturing you in a kiss. it’s passionate and incredibly comforting all at once, making you dizzy and sending your heart pounding. his soft lips move against yours languidly, a wide contrast to how harshly his cock slams into you.

“nii-chan wants to make you cum, baby… ‘s that okay?” ran practically moans into your mouth, but you know his question is rhetorical. you know it doesn’t matter what you want, not really. that you finishing is all a part of his fun, too.

you nod anyway, lips parted and wet with both of your saliva.

ran snakes a hand down between the two of you, the pads of his middle and ring fingers touching your clit as he begins rubbing fast, tight circles against it.

you can’t help but squeeze your plushie tighter, tears starting to well up and fall, the crystalline droplets catching what little available light peers into your room.

“you’re so beautiful…” ran still speaks against your lips, as if he’s trying to convince you to let go right there underneath him. “the best little sister a guy could ask for.”

whimpering, you dig the back of your head further into your pillow, ran’s lips having no issue following.

“p-please?” although you’re unsure of exactly what you’re begging for, ran takes the cue to keep going. his long fingers continue swiping at your clit as his cock drags against the sweet spot inside of you, your entire body shivering and your eyelashes fluttering as you struggle to maintain eye contact.

your eldest brother ruts into you like an animal, breath catching in his chest with each thrust inside of you. his lips meet yours once more as he feels you starting to spasm and clench around him, desperate to swallow your moans, keeping them all to himself.

a high-pitched mewl escapes from your throat as you finally cum around his cock, your arms and legs trembling as sobs begin to wrack through your body.

ran’s orgasm isn’t far behind yours, his movements stuttering as he wraps his arms around your back, desiring nothing more than to hold you close as he finishes deep inside of you. he looks blissed out and incredibly vulnerable, so unlike the untouchable God you’re used to viewing him as. still, you can’t see him as anything short of perfect.

as the two of you lay there, you do your best to catch your breaths, hearing the sound of ran’s heavy exhaling right next to your ear.

“you okay, princess?” ran’s the first to speak, as always. you guys could have gone for hours and he could be mere moments away from passing out, and he would still check in on you, still do all the aftercare you needed. he’s attentive and sweet like that.

“yeah, ‘m okay… are you?” your voice comes out as a whisper, moving your hands from the plushie you were holding to return ran’s embrace.

he chuckles, maneuvering his head so he’s looking at you again, the warmest smile on his face, “just peachy.”

suddenly, the tender moment is interrupted by the sound of the doorknob to your bedroom jiggling, followed by the harsh light of the hallway as it creeps open.

"aniki... i believe it's my turn now."

[jokeringcutio]

Little Bunny (A Black Phone Drabble) - Grabber x (F) Reader

Drabble fill for the Anon who so kindly donated to me. Anon Wrote: My prompt will be a girl gets nabbed by the grabber, & when he goes through her backpack, he finds she carries around a yellow comfort plush bunny (mocks and coos at her for it?) srry if thats weird lmao AN: Thank you for your donation. With your money I am already on my halfway goal of buying a new pair of glasses :D Which I really need, so thank you loads. You have no idea how much this means to me <3 Rating: NC-17 Due to themes, smut-related words and references. Little Bunny – Grabber x Reader

When you opened your eyes it was to the hunched form of a man. His lean, slender frame was bent over something, his back to you. You could faintly see the traces of his shoulder-length hair. Like Gollum hunched over his most coveted treasure.

Your vision was blurry, so you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Something sturdy was beneath you, not as soft as it should have been but no stones either. The room around you was dark and murky. There was a dull pounding in your skull and your lungs ached as if you’d inhaled too much smoke. Vague flashes of memories suddenly hit you. Of a man. A van. Black balloons. And you, polite and kind as ever, offering to help him.

Had your own kindness gotten you into this predicament? It did not seem fair.

Once your gaze slid back to the man, you noticed that he had turned around to look at you. But instead of meeting a human expression, you met the artificial smile of a pale devil with horns. No human face was visible. The man was wearing a mask to obscure his features from you, a sign that whatever he had in mind for you wasn’t going to be something good.

Devilish intentions, you thought, while a shudder of fear ran down your spine. A monster. Not a man. 

“Ah, so you are awake,” his low voice groused. But there was a certain playfulness to it. As if he was somehow twisting his voice into a caricature version of his own. He was toying with you. You brought your hand up to your chest at the realization, breathing rapidly while you tried to remain calm.

“Where am I?” You asked the first question that came to mind. Your sight was still returning to you, but you’d quickly noticed your surroundings. The same plain walls stared at you, all around. The only piece of furniture, if it could be described as such, was the mattress you woke up on.

“What are you doing with my bag?” you asked, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the blotted mattress. You noticed something sticky beneath your hands and glanced down shortly to see the many spots that must have been created by fluids. But what kind, you didn’t wish to give a thought.

You quickly looked up at your captor again. He was squatted next to your bag. The horrendous mask was directed at you, his eyes glinted behind it.

“Where am I?” you asked once more, as he still had not replied yet.

But it was as if your words were absorbed. You frowned slightly, aware that something wasn’t quite right – other than being abducted. Still, the man did not reply. Instead, he seemed to let out a heavy sigh - judging by the way his shoulders rose and then slumped again. And then he finally turned his head away from you to bring his focus back onto the contents of your bag.

You watched how the man removed a pen from the bag and seemed to study it. The mask tilted to the side while his finger stroked sensually past the plastic pen. Then, his hand up until his wrist disappeared into your bag again. A low breath could be heard, muffled behind the mask’s lips. Was he excited? A shudder, then his hand slowly emerged from your bag again. You half expected to see the pen again, but he had taken out your phone instead.

He studied it with a quiet curiosity. And you watched him with the same silent morbid curiosity. His thumb stroked past the edge until it pressed the power button. Your screen flashed to life shortly before it was silenced and darkness consumed the screen. The man was studying your things, you realized, as he tossed the phone back in and pulled out the next of your belongings.

His hands stroked with reverence past each item that he took out. He rattled your keys gently, then revealed a few items you always carried with you, then your wallet. There was an erotic kind of curiosity to the way he studied each little thing. You thought he had touched everything inside.

Everything, except one thing.

“Now, what do we have here?” The man’s voice made your breath hitch in your throat. It was low, ungodly so. You felt how a spark of longing shot deep into your core. Slick gathered between your folds and you quickly pressed your knees together, forcing your legs to rub against each other in an attempt to ignore what his voice was doing to you.

How could you get this aroused from sound alone? Once again, it wasn’t fair.

You shyly glimpsed away, afraid that he would notice your reaction or see the blush that must be on your cheeks. Apparently, it did not work, for the man had turned towards you fully now and took a deep breath. You heard it. Heard the inhale, heard the slight rasp to it. Then a low chuckle.

“Isn’t that cute?” the man continued, and you would have tried to avoid looking his way if it hadn’t been for the plush bunny he held in his hands. Reverently, as with all of your belongings, he held it, carried it almost on his palms. A yellow plush bunny that gave you comfort when times were harsh – and they had been lately.

If your cheeks hadn’t been red before, they certainly flushed now. Ashamed, you stared at him and bit your lip, biting down any comments you might have wanted to make.

“Why would a big girl like you have a need for a thing like this?” And it was a good question he asked, one that you often had asked yourself during your weaker moments. But then you always reminded yourself of the comfort it brought you. Was owning a plush animal such a bad thing for an adult? Did it make you weak or foolish?

If anything, you thought daring to carry your bunny around with you had always made you stronger.

Then his voice broke you out of your thoughts. Any leering comments you had expected were swapped aside for something far more sinister.

“Is it that you want to have something to cuddle with?” he hummed, the tone’s implication clear.  “Or someone?”

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized what he must be hinting at, and you carefully scooted farther away from the stranger and as far back onto the dingy mattress as you could, until your back hit the hard wall. Eyes wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief, you held up an arm in front of you as if to stop him from getting any closer.

“Ah, suddenly getting shy?” the man cooed before you could even utter a word in your defense. You watched as he moved his arms to his sides. Your plush bunny was pressed against his hip, flattened with its soft face against the hardness of his hipbone, its ears tapped against the cold metal of the man’s belt.

And you winced. Your poor bunny.

“Please, sir,” finally you found your voice and the opportunity to get a word in between the man’s rambling. “It’s mine, my comfort bunny. Could you give it back?”

The mask tilted but there was no mistaking. His eyes were directed at your outstretched hand, your arm still in front of you, muscles slightly trembling. And something started to smolder in them. Some kind of perverted dark pleasure was visible in his eyes.

“That’s all right,” the man’s voice was low and leering. For a moment you expected him to hand back your plush toy. But then you saw him raise the bunny to his mask and heard the rough rasp of his voice. “You won’t be needing this any longer. If it is comfort you seek, then it is comfort I shall give you.”

And against all of your expectations, down the bunny went, onto the dirt-covered stone floor. Without thinking you dove forward to catch it, ending up in front of the man’s feet on the floor.

Your hand came to rest upon the plush fur of your most beloved toy, when suddenly a shoe was upon it, crushing the back of your hand under the rubber soles of a sturdy shoe. You lay vulnerably in front of the man, completely at his mercy. A pained groan escaped you through gritted teeth, and you looked up to meet the devilish silhouette that towered above you.

Your kidnapper seemed nothing more but a shadow, the mask’s features hidden in the darkness of the room. But his eyes, oh! They glinted like embers in the night. A pure evil shone within them; the promise of a devil.

“I think,” the low murmured words fell silent on the basement’s tiles and he added a little more weight onto your hand, just enough that the pain became unbearable, but not enough to crack bones. “You and I are going to get real comfortable around each other, sweetheart.”

Then, his foot lifted from your hand, making you gasp in relief. Your other hand cradled your hurt one, bringing it close to your chest, your bunny as well – no way you were going to let go of it now.

Your kidnapper looked down at you, hands on his hips, and huffed. “Oh yes,” his voice lowered another notch until the low vibrations sent tingles of pleasure down your sopping cunt. Despite being scared, you felt the thrill of being in this man's hands. Especially when his low murmur brought another promise:

“Real comfortable.”

[v3nusstardust]

🌷 My girl 🌷

Pairing : Huening Kai x INSECURE!reader

Genre : Fluff, comfort, v sad ig

WARNING : Mentions of eating disorders, reader talks down on herself

a/n : i hope yall like :3 Srry for such angsty stuff u guys i am js a girl . Also eeuuugh college is kicking my ass so sorry for not being consistent ☝️😢 but erm yeah enjoy , lmk if u fw it 🩵🥸

🎀

"What color dress should I get?" you asked, your fingers gliding over the luxurious fabrics of the fancy dresses. Kai, with a thoughtful expression, replied, "I think... green.

Your eyes met his, and a subtle smile formed on your lips. "Mm, I want one that's not just stylish but also comfortable—a dress you won't regret picking for me," you sighed, continuing the search for the perfect green gown.Kai's gaze lingered on a particular dress as he gently pulled it from the rack. "How about this one?" he suggested, presenting a knee-length, sparkling emerald green dress. The sequins shimmered in the ambient light, casting a magical glow. Kai truly had an eye for fashion.Your eyes widened with delight as you took in the sight of the dress. "It's stunning," you breathed, reaching out to touch the fabric.

As you took the sparkly green dress from Kai, you couldn't help but admire the intricate details of the fabric. "I love the sparkles; they add a touch of magic to it," you remarked, running your fingers over the sequins that caught the light. Kai's heart skipped a beat as your eyes lit up. "Do you want to try it on now? Or are you still looking?" he asked, his voice carrying a subtle warmth."I'll try it on now!" you exclaimed, your face lighting up with a big, warm smile. Your smile was so gorgeous, alluring, imperfectly perfect and Kai loved it.

You and Kai went into the fitting room together. This was a normal thing for you both, except for some reason even though Kai had seen all of you, he still would turn around when you were changing.

“Tell me when you’re done.” He said, facing towards the wall. He was most likely on his phone playing cookie run.

You carefully took off your regular clothes and slipped into the dress, being extra cautious not to damage it. The dress felt nice and comfy—no itchiness, which was a relief. However, as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. The problem wasn't with the dress itself, it was more about how it made you feel. You were used to wearing loose, baggy clothes because you felt a bit insecure about your body, especially your weight. The dress, although pretty, hugged your body in a way that you weren't used to, and it made you uncomfortable.You stared at your reflection, trying to see if the dress looked better from different angles. But no matter how you looked at it, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Baggy clothes had always been your go-to because they hid the parts you were insecure about. This dress, on the other hand, exposed those insecurities.

Standing there, scrutinizing yourself in the mirror, a mix of emotions swept over you. The weight of the dress seemed to carry the weight of your insecurities, and soon, tears began to stream down your cheeks, betraying the internal struggle you tried so hard to conceal. Your chest tightened, and you tilted your head up, desperately attempting to keep your composure.

You fought against the overwhelming surge of emotions. You clenched your fists, willing the tears to stop. Small sniffles and hiccups escaped from you, revealing the depth of your emotional turmoil.

Though Kai was indulged in his game, he still heard the sounds of your sobs and sniffles. He didn’t want to turn around because he was afraid of invading your privacy without consent (SWEET BOYYY).

Concern etched across his face, he hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should intervene. His instincts, however, propelled him to turn around slowly.

“Wow. Y/n that dress is gorgeous on you darling. It goes perfectly with the color of your hair an-”

You turned around to meet his gaze. The vulnerability in your eyes told him more than words ever could. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. You attempted to respond, but your voice wavered with the weight of unspoken emotions. "I...I hate my body" you quietly sobbed, your vulnerability laid bare. He knew you struggled with an eating disorder in the past.

Kai's expression softened, and he came closer, pulling you into his warm embrace. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, creating a cocoon of comfort. "My love, you are so gorgeous. That dress looks so perfect on you, but remember, you're more than how you look in a dress," he whispered tenderly, his words like a soothing melody. Gently, Kai brought one hand up to wipe away the soft tears that adorned your flushed cheeks. “My beautiful girl. So gorgeous and pretty.” He murmured. His face hid in the crook of your neck, causing his voice to send shivers down your spine. Kai placed soft yet rough kisses to your jawline, neck and lips.

Despite the abundant love surrounding you, tears continued to flow down your cheeks. Kai tenderly ran his fingers through your soft hair, savoring the fragrance of your shampoo. "I love you. I love your body. The dress looks so beautiful. You have no idea how breathtaking you are," he murmured, his words a gentle reassurance.

His gaze locked with yours as he held you close, his hands now tenderly rubbing small circles on your stomach. The touch was so gentle, so soft, that it made you feel vulnerable yet cherished. In that moment, Kai treated you like an elegant piece of glass, handling you with such delicacy , so afraid you might break any moment.His fingers traced comforting patterns, each touch a silent promise of understanding and acceptance. I cherish you, every part of you," he continued, his voice a soothing melody. "You're like a rare gem, and I'll always handle you with the utmost care." His eyes held a depth of sincerity,

Soon enough, your tears stopped. “Are you okay, my girl?” Kai questioned placing gentle kisses on your hands. “Yes, I’m okay. Thank you Kai.” You smiled at him. “I’m hungry. Let’s get the dress and then can we.. get some food?” You asked. His face lit up with happiness.

“Of course we can. How does pizza sound?~”

[sillylilyposting]

I've not been subtle that I am a Warhammer enjoyer

I've also never talked about it at length

But I do, enjoy the GW franchise. More a fan of Fantasy than 40k but both are ight

Thus I now say loudly that Lorch would have an embolism trying to absorb any of the Warhammer novels from

The loveless bromance of Gotrek & Felix

The Ciaphas Cain books

Or

Any Adeptus Sororitas stories

Not gonna be a regular thing posting about this but I just finished for the emperor and really wanted to talk about it

So I wanted to make it tangentially related to some lorch postin

Srry

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking about the acrilics nail thing with fem sanji and nami and as a person who also works with their hands a lot I hate when my nails get too long (and that for me is if I look at my palms and can see my nails I will cut them) but a friend of mine loves doing nail art and I love it when she does my nails bc she makes them short bc she knows that I hate them long

So back to my fave girlies, Nami sees that Sanji is stressed and sad bc of the nails so she asks her to let her do it again, Sanji apologizes for ruining them but Nami quickly shut it down saying that it doesn't matter that she wants to try a new thing and Sanji bein the simp she is lets her

Nami goes for a short nail length and decides to try and do these watercolor effect on her nails (look it up if you don't know they're really cool) since she doesn't have a lot of space to do anything with it and it ends up looking like the ocean, Nami tried to do the all blue for her

It really could be any ocean but Sanji is crying of pure happiness and love and just overwhelmed with her gf taking into account her discomfort over her nails but also doing something to accommodate her and representing something she loves

It's really cute and Sanji goes through this phase where you awkwardly do everything without really touching anything so you don't ruin your nails but after a while she does everything normally again and Nami couldn't be happier than seeing her gf happy with something she made

AWWWWWW This is so cute. I'm sure they love spending time together while Nami does her nails!!!! It's not always sea themed btw!!! Nami is good with nails but she is not the BEST at drawing cute tiny things there, so she ends up calling Usopp (Yes I am making this lesbian Sanusona honoring my name deal with me please) bc their other girlfriend is the best artist known to mankin (I don't accept other opinions srry). And Usopp is THRILLED because now she can like. Draw little eggs. And bread. And fishes. In Sanji's nails. Like. She just has a whole set of acrylic nails that's just food-themed. It's adorable. She is the cutest, prettiest cook in the world so she has to have the most beautiful nails!!!!!!!

Please, that phase is so funny. You have to learn how to do basic stuff-- Me too. I mean. It's actually the first time I get acrylic nails and the first day is weird but tbh it's not as bad as people make it seem. But Sanji would be okay because she has shorter nails and she learns that! Wow!!!!!!! You can live normally with them!!!!!! But the first days she is calling Usopp to do everything for her bc she is scared of something happening to her nails and Nami is there rolling her eyes like "If it happens we just fix it, sweetie, don't worry".

I am sure tho that in the middle of a fight she would end up somehow breaking one of the nails and she'd be. So dramatic and angry abt it to whoever is fighting with her. Because her hands are now even more precious to her!!!! She has art her girlfriends made for her!!!!!! So ofc she is angry. The guy she is fighting laughs at her like "Hahaha ofc a girl would get so whiny for breaking her nails!!!!" and she just. Beats the shit out of him with so much pent-up anger and the fury of the gods on her side.

When the fight ends she goes to Nami and Usopp like *teary eyes* "Please fix my nails, my dearest, my treasure, please-" and Usopp and Nami complain abt her being dramatic but it's actually so cute that she appreciates their work so much.

[arminsumi]

hii !! ok so i LOVEE your work and i was just wondering if you could do an armin texting hcs? kinda like how he would text, random things he would text you about, would you be able to prank him, would he text you at 3am with random facts, sexting etc <3

AND I LOVE U 🥰enjoy, sugarplum hope i delivered hehe

˗ˏˋ꒰ 📱 ꒱ TEXTING

MDNI

░ 🐬 Armin x gn!reader

⚠️Cws; fluff, sexting, drunk texting mention

░ 📱Armin's an old-fashioned emoji kinda boy, he especially always uses this =D and this XD . Besides that, his most used emojis include; 🥺👻😔🏖️ and you bet he uses full-caps when he's excited. OMG are you coming to the party?? cuz then i might come too 🥺

░ 📱yes armin definitely uses lower-case for aesthetic and lazy reasons unless it's Y/n he always capitalizes that and expect to never see a single punctuation in sight

░ 📱Most of his texts to you open with just your name, and then whatever is on his mind follows in

segments

afterwards

like

this

░ 📱He will NEVER dry text, even if he's really uninterested in the conversation. And when he's interested? Expect paragraph-length replies! He just has a lot to talk about all the time.

░ 📱His status is definitely something about the ocean, like: 🏖️i just wanna be by the beach or something goofy as hell like: 🐚5'6 single looking for a shell

░ 📱Oh he falls for pranks alright – so easily, too. But he catches on quickly, and plays along so he can turn the tables and get you back. mmm yeah i knew you were messing with me i just played along 😈

░ 📱Texts you links to his favorite songs or documentaries on yt, sometimes he gives you notes in case you missed a class.

░ 📱But wait till his 3 AM texts. He might be drunkenly giggling over his phone, boldly telling you how you turn him on. Or he'll be having an in-depth conversation, or giving you penguin facts 🐧did u know they cuddle together for warmth isnt that so cute???

░ 📱Texts you and Eren simultaneously when he's confessing, or even when easing into sexting. He needs reassurance that his replies are good, y'know? They gotta be reviewed before being sent off 🤭EREN Y/N REPLIED WITH THIS WHAT DO I DO??? HELP

░ 📱He's so unexpectedly smooth with sexting. Well, ahem, to you of course. On the other side he is losing his mind, giggling and kicking his feet, rolling in his bed. Boy goes crazy over even vaguely suggestive replies from you.

░ 📱He can hardly part with his phone when he's texting you. Even when he has to go off to shower, he might just take his phone with him in the shower. A-and perhaps a few months after dating, he sexts you while in the shower... 👀🚿wish you could join me :(

░ 📱Armin's got the perfect balance of teasing and indulgent; he'll hold back from being too detailed about what he wants to do with you in bed... but he'll also tease you enough with his texts to get you turned on in an instant.

░ 📱He'll never admit it but he's definitely gotten hard by your flirty texts. Even the subtlest flirting. Whenever he texts srry gotta go for a bit i'll be back tho =D you bet he's taking care of somethinnn 👀and then he'll come back with sorry i took longer than expected omg

[iheartchv]

Hey, I'm 18, btw. Could I request a COD match-up?

I'm a native Russian speaker . Im learning 5 different languages (Swedish, German, Spanish, Polish, and English). My height is 5"2(156,6/157cm), and i weigh 40kg. Pale and have eyebags. Freezing 24/ Dark blond, short (chin length with blond locs) hair, and i have blue-gray eyes.

Have scoliosis and osteochandrosis, and astigmatism (wearing contact lenses). Give no fucks. Calm and stealthy as fuck (yes, I'm THAT silent that I scare the shit out of my parents. They call me ghost, mhm. ) I'm studying a landscape design in college. I'm a spender.

Energetic at night times only (23:00-06:30 am.) Sleep deprived and have an eating disorder (i HATE eating). Addicted to RedBull. INTJ. I LOVE to listen to music l have my headphones in 24/7. Love drawing (digital only), horror movies. No friends.

Srry for my English.

🤔 I match you with...

Alex Keller

I feel like Alex would be your match

Of course he'd try to be your friend at first

He would probably meet you while he was undercover for a mission

He saw someone following right behind you as soon as you walked by them

He followed, making sure not to raise suspicion to your pursuer

Needless to say he beat the crap out of the thug following you

"You okay there?" He'd ask you

You nodded. "I could've handled it myself though"

"Really?" He'd raise an eye brow and a tiny side smirk on his lips

"Can I walk you home?"

Sure he was getting sidetracked from his main objective, but he couldn't leave you to try and fend off that creep

On the wall home he decided to try to small talk with you, trying to make you feel more at ease

There was something about you that seeemed to pull his thoughts from anything but you

You were in the back of his mind, and couldn't stop thinking about you

He had to see you again, but now was too soon

Instead, he paid for a room nearby to stay in while he was still undercover

For a few weeks or months, he didn't know how long he was going to stay

Alex met you on a subway later on, seeing you with headphones on, listening to music

He sat beside you, wondering how he should approach this...

He tapped you

"Hey"

He put on a small smile

"How are you?"

You pulled an earphone away from one of your ears and were startled but recognized who he was

"Fine. Thanks again for helping me out the other day."

"No problem. What're you listening to?"

He was doing what he could to keep a conversation going between you and him

And the more you talked, the more he was fascinated with you

He handed you a small piece of paper with the number and info for the place he was staying at

"You can call me if you need me anytime"

You tucked the paper in your pocket and thanked him

Well, you didn't call him, but he did come to your rescue when you and many others got held hostage

You couldn't believe that Alex was a military man, undercover

You saw him a different light bow as you saw him in action

Your heart felt warm and fuzzy

And even more so as he held you in his arms, carrying you to safety

After that, you two became close friends, keeping in touch even from across the world

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

I can’t function properly so I’m going 2 b spilling my thoughts on the s4 special right here rn

SPOILERS FOR LEGO MONKIE KID SEASON 4 SPECIAL

I REPEAT LMK SEASON 4 SPECIAL SPOILERS

LIKE MAJOR SPOILERS

IDK HOW 2 DO THE TUMBLR SEPARATION CLICK THING IM SRRY

LAST WARNING FELLAS, MAJOR SPOILERS 4 LMK SEASON 4 SPECIAL AHEAD

(This rant is all over the place & I’m so srry abt that💀)

The fucking peaches?!? The peach popsicle?? Hello????? (Also I used google translate images bcz I’m impatient and will take broken English over no English any day.) The argument past SWK & 6EM was, from what my 2 braincells pieced together, abt 6EM trying 2 give SWK a peach & he was visiting him under the mountain n stuff. But SWK was salty and they got in2 an argument and 6EM was basically “omfg bro u did this 2 urself stfu” and at some point SWK was like “ya just run away cuz that’s all u ever do” and 6EM was like “NUH UH, no u” (like my guy literally went “actually that’s what u do not me 🤓”). AND THEN HE CRUSHED THE PEACH WHICH IS SUCH GOOD SYMBOLISM?? Peaches have always been represented as good part of their relationship, giving 1 is like opening a door, so 4 6EM to just fucking crush it HURTS ME SO BAD. And I’m p sure SWK made a comment abt how it was a pity the peach was crushed (again I used google translate soooo take it w/ a grain of salt💀) and I also like how SWK gives him a peach popsicle @ the end and not a normal peach bcz that makes me feel like it’s still the same symbolism 4 them but it’s different @ the same time. Things won’t b the same but they can b just as good y’know? ALSO MK’s whole heroic speech was abt making mistakes and how u can’t erase them but u can heal them n stuff (I think, again, I used google translate😭) & @ the end he was like “we need the monkey king 4 this” AND SWK LOOKED @ 6EM?? LIKE MY GUY WAS SO WORRIED ABT MESSING UP AGAIN HE NONVERBALLY ASKED FOR PERMISSION/REASSURANCE THAT THIS WAS THE RIGHT MOVE??? AHHHHHHH. Also SWK apparently wanted the power 2 protect ppl he cared abt @ 1st, but got greedy & lost sight of it which is another reason 2 y he was so hesitant 2 take the staff. Also Peng attempted 2 dive bomb 6EM bcz he said sum abt how Peng was the most cowardly brother and that they shouldn’t waste their time on him. GET UNO REVERSE CARD’ED BITCH. I also wanna mention MK asked wtf happened between 6EM & SWK (it was when he butted in & the Tripitaka pic fell like a cardboard cutout, & macaque just sighed & didn’t answer). ALSO IM V HAPPY WE GOT 2 SEE HIS EYE SCAR AGAIN. Anyways what I got is that SWK got greedy overtime (which strained his and 6EM’s whatever tf they have/had, idk if that’s what broke it but it was definitely a big fracture) and Tripitaka helped him better himself again. I didn’t google translate the entirety of it bcz I just don’t want 2, but ya (I am not done but if I do not stop myself u will have a college length essay)

[myspineisthebassline]

can i ask how did you make the bo wyatt doll it's so pretty 😢😢 blessed my eyes

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! makes me happy that he makes you happy <:D i don't know how much detail you want me to go into so I wrote an entire novel srry 

Actually first I will direct u to the agosia arts YouTube channel because i love her and I used her tutorials on how to make limbs with clay parts and attach button joints > 

Clay doll playlist

Basic doll technique playlist

Video on sewing the cloth body

Video on attaching clay components 

Video on button joints

I made some adjustments to her techniques just to suit my own needs better. Also, the fabric and buttons I used are a lot cheaper than what she uses and I used oven bake polymer clay to sculpt the helmet, hands, and boots. More on agosia later

I started out by sculpting all the clay components - gloves, boots, and the diving helmet. this is a very "draw the rest of the fucking owl" moment but I cannot tell u my process w sculpting just please don't buy sculpey III that shit SUCKS to work with

After sculpting and baking the clay parts, I sanded them down and painted them. I also gave the boots and helmet a couple or layers of folkart gloss varnish bc Shiny (i am not sponsored by folkart)

I then made a fabric pattern around the clay parts i just sculpted. I went through a lot of drafts changing the proportions of the body, length of the arms and legs etc. i laid all of my pieces out together and moved stuff around until it felt proportional.

I traced the patterns onto two pieces of fabric, right sides together. the fabric for the body comes from an old t-shirt of mine. the fabric was very stretchy and it was a pain to try and draw a pattern onto it 8|

AS FOR CUTTING OUT THE FABRIC...I did what agosia did and sewed directly onto the lines, leaving open spaces at one end and one side of the pattern so the clay hand/boot/helmet what have you can be slipped in between the fabric. Keep in mind the size of these spaces so u can actually get stuff in there 

anyway agosias demonstrations are great so I won't say much else about how to attach limbs, I will stress that when sculpting the clay parts, they should have a groove around them that is deep enough for the wire to sit snugly. ur basically sandwiching the fabric inbetween the wire and the clay. I also hollowed out the boots and helmet so the end of the wire has a place to hide so it doesn't poke out of the fabric. As a side note, if you don't have armature wire or something similar u could probably use pipe cleaners, yarn or a strong thread to do this. or maybe a really strong glue

Mr. bo wyatt doll does have an armature wire skeleton so he's kind of posable. You don't really need to do that, but you can use pipe cleaners/chenille stems if you want the doll to have a little bit of structure.

Here's a little diagram of how I made the wire skeleton (bc I did not take pictures at this step) the wire in each of the limbs and body are pretty much free floating which affects the integrity a lil bit

(this diagram is. Bad. so let me know if something needs to be explained a bit more)

(incoming jumpscare of bo without the shawl) After the clay parts were attached to the fabric limbs I stuffed them by wrapping scrap yarn around the armature wire skeleton and then sewed them closed. This Is Where The Fun of This Project Starts.

Playing a game of where I want to sew the limbs onto the body (and then realizing I made one of the legs way too short. How in the fuck)

i ended up redoing the legs entirely and just added another 1/2 inch to the length of the leg pattern.

Bo has weird proportions I don't want to think too hard about but here's what he looks w/ all his limbs pinned in place

 he is so top heavy help him.

I attached the arms and legs to the body with button joints (insert agosia arts tutorial on that). It was a pain in the ass bc I dont have a needle that's both thin enough to go through the button holes and long enough to go through both ends of the dolls body. But at least the picture for this step is kind of funny. 

the state of my goddamn desk

Also u don't really need to do button joints its just another thing that gives the doll more flexibility. Just sew those thangs (arms and legs) on there (the body)

Ok now onto making the shawl yaaay. Yaaaaay. I looked up some tutorials on how to sew a poncho from fleece, this one was helpful to me. I did not measure the circumference of the helmet bc that would have ended up with a neck hole that is way too big, but I did measure the circumference of the base of the neck and used that. And also sewed a button to the back of the shawl so it would be easier to put the shawl on the body. 

I also did not feel the need to add a hood, but I did line the shawl with a blanket stitch w red yarn. I may add tassels onto it eventually bc it is the cutest thing in bo's design. To Me. Also I will mention that bo's shawl is still a work in progress, it came out waaay too wide so I have it pinned back until I have the time to make adjustments 8| 

Going off of the video I linked before, for the wingspan measurement, I just measured where I wanted the shawl to rest on the body and multiplied that by 2. Looking at bo's official art, his shawl reaches down to about his wrists ish??? Measuring this on the doll, I got 6in, multiplied by x 2 = 12in. But again it ends up w a shawl that is way too wide for the body. So u may want to go shorter than what you think you'll need

also I crocheted a little collar for the shawl... that I have yet to sew onto the shawl. this is an ~~artistic choice~~ bc i just like to draw bo with a knit collar. I like that you draw his shawl with a button up collar I think it would be very cute on a doll.

Ok that took me 50000000 years thank u if you read this far I hope to God this is coherent, helpful or somewhat interesting to read. Now look at him

[kuunibal]

getting back to you on the whole situation between me, my lovely angel & my friend, I decided to keep my love for my friend a secret due to several factors (them being a lesbian or atleast leaning towards women [my gender is..ambiguous enough where there may be a chance but i identify more male so..], the length of our friendship being short and me having nobody else to turn to if all goes bad) but as for my sweetest angel things r okay <3 <3 school has been getting in the way a bit [he's homeschooled but im not] which sucks but beyond that things have been nice,,I think we've been a bit *too* open (joking) cuz we're definitely corrupting eachother but in a not-bad and kinda adorable way (or atleast adorable in the eyes of 2 mentally-fucked obsessive lovers) so thats been fun <3 <3 ngl i think i got my shit sorted out in terms of my feelings for both: in love and obsessed with my sweetest angel ever and platonically in love with my cozy friend <3 my angel knows that I have a bit of feelings for my friend and is okay with it because even if we're obsessive we're not gonna isolate eachother from others until we're with eachother irl <3 <3 and my friend knows about my sweet angel as a "kinda-boyfriend" of sorts and me pretty good at pretending me hav no feelings beyond "regular" platonic feelings for them but it sucks cuz i want to confess at least something but I cant and it hurts so much some days,,,, :< sorry for the rambles i dont really know what to say beyond being sad and complainy because i cant really fake being obsessed with you or anything, srry :<

- 🎀 Dollienon 🎀

Your decision is understandable, although it does sound awfully difficult to have to conceal your true feelings for your friend. I hope it gets easier in time.

There is no need to apologise for rambling: I am genuinely interested in your story. And there is definitely no need to apologise for not being obsessed with me or anything like that. That is not an expectation I have for anyone, and I never want you to feel like you have to lie and fake being anything but yourself on here.

[darkdreamtheorist]

Lady in Whiskers & Slippers (Updated 11-19-23)

(Sling Set, 19. October) Back in Cinci-Oh, I struggled to earn small wages doing odd jobs in my awkward teen years. At Human age 13, my limbs shot up like bamboo n my paws were whopee cusions, yet Im still kitten sized compared to Big Rhonda n Aunt Jane (Circene screwd my mom's genetics more than dad screwed her in the motel 6 pool that birthed me! srry TMI). Two of my best gigs boiled to babysitting and the Cactus Joan Revue at Cincinnati Zoo. Sure I liked pouncing thru loops made by my preternatural tail Slink n wranglin livestock by the petting zone in Aunt Jane's Cowgirl dress from her Paris,Texas Runway last spring when she toured w/Coco Banana, the sitting jobs fared better cuz I met some critters as odd as I am, like that pygmy hippo boss baby Benny and his growth formula down by Wall Street, or that shadeling Taz Devil Vincent from Brisbane, Australia. But my recent sitting gig had some skeletons I hadnt noticed til then, n it all came to my sitee Last July.

I took care of a literal cat lady and her litter of 35 for 3 wks in her rustic Rhode Island shack. Her name was Julie Phyllis. 30yrs ago, she was a former resi of Spooner Street with a handful of cats, plus a large tabby w/black stripes she calls Mistress Bengal acting as security for the few dogs that dare cross her sidewalk n lawn. Lately some rowdy kids spouted off tall tales of her becoming a cat herself or that Bengal would take her place if she wasn't fed well enough. Wutever the case, she had gradually gone from Crazy Ol Cat Lady to Crazy Ol Cat IRL 'round Halloween time. They hadnt figured what caused her transfur, say for some strange glowing plants by her yard. Her cats musta rubbed on the leaves which carried bits of Circene spores in'em, then she rubbed her face n hands on their fur, turning her to this light orange Tabby I saw my first week of Nana-sitting, or maybe Ms. Bengal had been Mobilized n took Phyllis' place. Like any bothersome pets in the suburbs, her neighbors had shooed them far out of town, living their next nine lives in that shack. Few things to know bout my time w/Ms. Phyllis 2/3 weeks in: 1-Her signature clothes were a periwinkle bathrobe,small round glasses, n peach slippers in stockings. But as a Barban spinster housecat who could shift from anthro to feral at random, she rips her pantyhose clawing n stretching her toes apart when going full cat. Otherwise she's naked in both her Mobile and Wild stance sans a grey-blue collar on her neck with a tag reading "Bagel" whn goin out,wearin it as if she was that same cat that passed not too long ago. And I no shame luv it! 2-Her cats see her as Queen of the Litterbox given her girth from eating too much Meow Mix n cream, but I see a deluded fat-ass pussy, which is no different than other cats, playin round the scratch post, lappin that saucer of cream n tuna. 3-Litterbox stank n dander everywhere was unbearable 4-A pantry stocked full'o'tuna cans, milk & cream yet she forgets to feed them while gourging on the rations herself, chowing so much Meow mix like Trail Mix n guzzling gallons upon gallons of milk!

All that said, she wasnt a bad client, forgetful n piggy yes, but not awful, n still tho...I cudnt help but shake that we were kindred in some way, dark stripes n glasses aside. Few times we went Out to walk, Julie hung with her Golden Girls by a small pet friendly café, sharing gossip from the pets on Spooner street n out of state, comparing pills n claw lengths, wooing would-be mates at the Petsmart n VFW home. She was almost like family to me, rekindling our bonds after we havnt seen one another for a long time.

Near the end of week 2, I saw some frames of Phyllis with her 'tiger cat' Ms. Bengal almost one n the same at this point, even wearin the confounded collar with the wrong name Bagel. Another frame of that cat corners my eye, with a Persian and Siamese by her side, but she wore an enchanting Viper Green collar. Funny how they look a bit like my aunt n uncle on my mom's side, Muffin & Finch. Dad told me they had another tabby as a friend by name of Bagel, looking way too same-ish as Julie on that big orange Snick couch there by the TV set with all the other cats huddled over for daytime soaps or Price is Right like my inlaws did at the adoption center– ⚡️👓⚡️😳 Oh my...I blocked that thought out as a cub some point, not giving 2¢ about it, but it factors into my lineage with Ma when she left our lives. I was too bashful to blurt out my discovery in front of her cats lest they attack their False Queen in shock. Tho given her short-term memory loss, she wudnt hav known herself much post-TF. Was she Ms. Bengal or Julie Phyllis? TBC

[nekropsii]

not the biggest fan honestly :T

I feel like the biggest issue with modern homestuck fanon is that whether people liked it or not, and how if its concidered dubiously canon or not, hs^2 and epiloge characterization has bled into fanon. the majory of hs fans hate hs^2 (and for good reason), yet Jane hate has gone up, people are being sooo unnecessarily weird about davejadekat (/all of its pairings) and bi characters in general, rosemary is deemed boring (killkillkillkill-), people don't see jake as a person will feelings, karkat?? kanaya?? trolls?? never heard of them, unless you mean those.. things we keep around to fuel the humans plots sometimes and act as the occasional therapist. Also... Dirk...

THESE ARE ALL THINGS FROM HS^2, THE COMIC YOU HATE!!! WHY ARE YOU LETTING IT LIVE RENT FREE IN YOUR BRAIN??

karkat is probably one of if the my most favorite character, I think hes interesting as hell!!! but alot of what makes him intersting comes from how he fits against troll society/against other trolls imo??? his mutation, his dancestory/him being the litteral second coming of christ, the significance of his secretly caring personality in a violent child soldier evil murder military state and what it says about it as a whole with his role as the alternian equivalent of the 'everyman', his familial relationship with kanayah, his unique relationship with romance, etc, these things all mean jack shit to humans, and shine best around other trolls, yet all he is now is daves side bitch, i feel fanon has sorta moved away from hs and into earthC, noone really cares about alternia anymore as trolls are just seen as humans but grey. even comander!karkat focuses more on dave angst than karkat, a minority amongst his people, leading a revolution a'la signless style??

idk i just feel like hes just been watered down into the easily digestible 'angry character' who is sad sometimes for,,, resons. i feel like this disconnect from alternia in general just sort takes away depth from beta troll characters in general?? even metorstuck content now feels shallow and disconnected??

And what sucks is that i like davekat, and people are right about them being a great pairing for working out their issues together , but at the same time i miss litteraly ever other karkat ship, i miss the days of the karkat x beta trolls harem and being able to use quadrants for him without being deemed problematic for not adheering to queer identity of a race that dosent exist and dosent effect anyone because real life has no oppressive poly romance system, and im just sick if this ship reducing the characters down to a pinterest black and red asthetic moodboard when they are so much more than that.

oh wow sorry this is too long, i dont think i did the best job at following a single line of though and went on a bit of an unnecessary tangent abt fanon and hs^2 so srry about that, I hope my general thoughts were still decipherable??

Id have to say mituna is my second favorite but i dont need to tell you whats wrong with his fanon character lol. I really appreciate all of your alpha troll analysis and you art is cool as hell!! srry that this fell into more venty teritory and for any spelling mistakes, i hope you have a good rest of your day/night!!

I say this with no disrespect at all, in fact I am enthralled: I didn’t even know asks could be this long!! Thank you for your input, I agree with you! And don’t worry- you were quite clearly comprehendible! You covered a lot of ground already, but allow me just a moment to commentate on specific points…

The bleeding of HS^2/Epilogues content/reinterpretations into the larger sphere of full-fandom fanon has been a slow, insidious process. I think the fact that most people have not taken the time to reread Homestuck proper, be it due to lack of time/energy or fear of its length, has really added to this- because a gradually slipping grip on what is and is not canon simply doesn’t pair well with rather disagreeable dubiously canon sequel content having come out fairly recently. The thing about DubCanon is that, whether you or I like it or not, people are going to apply those particular reinterpretations of the characters to what their idea of canon is, and- typically- they will fail to remember that the changes made to the characters were changes in the first place. Rather large ones, at that. This is not only how and why people are out here thinking that Jane was not only legitimate Troll-Racist in Homestuck, but also how and why they get the idea that she’s always been that way.

I’m not sure if my memory is failing me or not, but as far as I remember, while biphobia has always been a problem in the fandom- baffling, considering most characters are textually bi- it really does seem like it’s at an all-time high right now. People are adamantly refusing the idea that some characters are bisexual. Dave and Karkat are the ones I see the most regularly erased, but Jake is also pretty high up there.

The current drought of Alternia content is so sad. Earth C is great, don’t get me wrong- it’s the planet I most regularly work with/develop because of Sovereignstuck- but people oft throw out the concept of conflict when using it. Especially, like, social/political conflict. Earth C is basically synonymous with Flawless Utopia, at this point. It’s a petty complaint, sure, but I don’t like it. :(

I absolutely despise how trolls have been turned into gray humans with horns! They’re bug aliens!! Bug aliens!!! That’s so much cooler than gray humans with horns!! Fuck!!

I kinda disagree that a change of setting takes away from the Beta Trolls as characters- I think the issue isn’t the fact that there’s a setting change, it’s that the writers aren’t really willing to work with the fact that, uh… You know… The Beta Trolls have vastly different socializations and come from a vastly different cultural background than the Beta/Alpha Kids? You could very easily find conflict and development with the setting change. You’d just have to keep in mind the way that their upbringing would affect them and how they’d respond to their new environment. Old habits die hard, you know? It’s a whole new planet, a whole new myriad of cultures, and whole new societies with whole new rules and whole new customs. There’s so much intrigue you could get with that fact alone!!

I like DaveKat, too. It’s fall from grace is astounding, and it’s honestly made me like them less, which is a shame because it was pretty important to me when I was younger, and Dave and Karkat used to be top favorite characters of mine. They’re basically just… Blank slate characters now, made to slap whichever miscellaneous scenario or random romance trope onto, without any regard to what their characters are or what made their dynamic good in the first place.

It’s funny- I don’t think the Quadrant Queerness was made into a huge deal in canon or anything? At least, I don’t quite remember it being a federal fucking issue. Yeah, Karkat’s Quadrant struggles were there, but I don’t think it was really… Associated with being “Troll Gay” or anything. I’m at least 80% sure that was just something the fandom latched onto and blew out of proportion- I see more talk about Karkat being “Pan-Quadrant,” I believe the term was, than I see content of any other part of his character arc? Crying shame, too- considering, again, as you said, he’s the fucking Second Coming of Jegus.

[yanban-san]

HI!! I saw you said in a post you might make a fic for the demon submas au?? Oh my god yes please?? I would absolutely adore to read something like that centering around the funny boys! Would it be on ao3? And would it be gender neutral or she/her or he/him? I love everything you’ve posted about this au so far there is a worm in my brain screaming about it currently and it is hungry for more content srry for the long ask im just hooked <3

Aaay yes, I did mention it on the discord. :)

The thing with me and AO3-level fics... I know I have Arkheion on AO3, but my "long" fics take me a pretty long time to do- I like to work out the entire story line, and come up with detailed ideas for each scene I want to include in a work before I even think of posting it- It's a fear of mine that I might start a project and then have no clue how to end it. I would hate to start and then drop it, you know? Also there's a lot of lore planning and planning to make it interesting- I don't want to just repeat some of the asks I've answered here or anything like that, of course.

I also have some ideas for an alternate Eldritch AU- Which gives me terrible brainworms for different plots, different stories, and perhaps a more "serious" toned AU (Though of course, still with them being dumbasses. That is a central theme of the work here.) But the alternate AU would center around Darling's life in a very alternate/fan made version of Unova (That because of a typo is now called Unora) working as a reporter for a fictional site/journal/magazine that I will soon be posting about- The Lit.Wick Paranormal Investigative Team and Journalists- And Darling's job of figuring out just what's up with that weird ass train station that has literally been around for almost the entirety of Unora's existence? There may potentially also be arte for the AU because I have spent some time designing some of the elements of this place- Because it's essentially the pokemon version of the OU that lives in my brain 24/7, though I don't want to promise anything yet.

But I get off topic. I also would consider doing a full-length fic of the "normal" eldritch AU as well, and actually had a good two chapters typed up on my old laptop, and that currently reside in my external harddrive (phew) that I might return to.

And would it be gender neutral or she/her or he/him?

It'd *probably* be she/her? Or they/them- Or interchangeable. I don't know if I could write AMAB very well, unfortunately- (Though I encourage anyone who wants to try to absolutely do so!!)

I love everything you’ve posted about this au so far there is a worm in my brain screaming about it currently and it is hungry for more content srry for the long ask im just hooked <3

That makes me so happy to hear! I am glad y'all enjoy the AU so much- I apologize for not posting very frequently as of late!