#i like the long haired twink as much as the next guy but i want him to be revolting to look at

[quee-r-code]

we as a society need more disgusting rotting corpse subspace

[fiveht]

Proof of life (Adore pt 3)

Hello my sweet angel babies ♥️

I'm not going to be able to adequately express my gratitude for the steady stream of love (and concern, sorry) I've been receiving over the past couple of months. I'm so sorry I've been AWOL, it will definitely happen again. Because see, for me, I usually have to make a choice between social and creative fandom participation. My battery is small, and takes a long time to charge.

Thank you to everyone who's left comments and asks and DMs since I've been gone. I don't think I can respond to all of it, but rest assured those messages ping my cold, dead heart every time I see them.

So I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I did this same thing months and months ago, when I was working on Head Over Feet, and let me be clear: posting even a single word of a WIP goes against my every instinct and principle as an author. I am someone who likes to finish an entire story before I post any of it, and on top of that, I am NOT a fast writer, so the expectations that I'm setting up here might not be advisable. But I did it before and managed to finish the thing, and I want to give you guys something in exchange for being so unbelievably awesome, so here I am again.

This will probably be the only time I mention this story in public until it's finished and posted, and inquiries about my progress are unlikely to help with the writing process, I'm just saying. I reserve the right to change every last word of this before the final draft, and I also reserve the right to fall off the face of the planet and simply never finish it, as much as I will strive to prevent that from happening. Please be patient with me.

Anyway, here is my paltry offering to say thanks for the love: the (VERY rough) first ~1300 words of the third instalment of The Adventures of Soft Daddy and Danger Twink.

Sirius secures his handheld shower head to its holder at the edge of his clawfoot tub, and steps out carefully onto the bathmat. He shivers in the cool air outside the shower curtain; it's about twenty degrees below zero outside, so even if he could afford to run his ancient radiator at full blast, it probably wouldn't help much.

He dries himself off and checks his reflection in the mirror, turning his face this way and that as he tugs his hair out of the bun he'd piled it into to keep it dry during his shower. There's no need for makeup tonight, not when he's not even planning to put on clothes.

It's incrementally warmer when he steps out into the main room of his apartment. He gathers an array of splayed text books and notes from his bed and dumps them carelessly onto the couch, then closes his new laptop and places it delicately on the coffee table. It's the most expensive thing he owns, save for the Gucci backpack currently sitting in his wardrobe with a three-inch berth around it like his shoes and other bags might somehow contaminate it. It's weird owning rich-people stuff when you are still, objectively, broke as fuck.

He perches on the edge of his bed and sets his phone to charge, because his battery doesn't even last a day anymore, and he's going to need it this evening. He tucks it in next to his pillow and picks up his new toy.

The plug isn't much larger than the one he already has. A little longer, which is appealing, but no wider, so it shouldn't be a challenge to get it in comfortably. He disconnects it from its charger and hefts it in his hand, feeling the added weight from the electronics inside.

He picks up his phone, and hesitates when he sees the notification waiting for him.

Rieka: let's go out tomorrow

Rieka: the fact that we haven't been drunk since the term started is criminal

Rieka: we've had two chem labs and zero drinks

Sirius purses his lips, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. There's a fine line here, and he hasn't quite found it yet.

Me: got plans

Me: raincheck?

So complete avoidance is the best strategy, right?

Rieka: booooo 👎

He sighs, but at least she's not asking for an explanation. He opens a different conversation then, pushing all thoughts of Rieka Lupin into a tidy, sealed compartment, not to be opened during certain activities with a certain relative of hers.

Me: i'm ready

Me: are you in your office?

Daddy: Yup, I've got a few minutes

Daddy: Want me to call?

Instead of answering, Sirius hits the call button himself.

"Hey baby," Remus answers. His voice is already smooth and honey-sweet, and just from that, Sirius knows he's planning to lay it on thick tonight.

"Hi daddy," Sirius says with a smile. "Should I put it in now?"

There's a low chuckle over the line. "Are we feeling eager?"

"Always," Sirius says, laying back on his bed.

"Use the good lube I got you, it's gonna be in there a while."

He switches the call to speaker, and snags the bottle from his nightstand. "I threw out the old stuff, you've got me ruined for cheap lube."

"Only the best for that ass," Remus says, and Sirius can hear his smirk.

He gives the plug a liberal coating, running his fingers along its shape, his dick twitching just at the feel of the silky-smooth silicone, at the anticipation of what's about to happen. He spreads his legs wide, drawing one knee up to give himself easier access.

"Take it slow," Remus says, succinctly heading off Sirius' impulse to just shove the thing inside himself in one go. "Rub the tip against yourself, so you're nice and wet."

Sirius shuts his eyes as he obeys, sliding the slick end of the toy over his entrance. "Okay."

"Are you going to be a good boy for daddy tonight?"

"Uh-huh," Sirius says, teasing the very tip of the plug in and out of his hole.

"Tell me how."

"I'm not gonna touch."

"You're not gonna touch, and you're not gonna come."

"Yeah," Sirius says. His cock is starting to harden as his body tries to draw the plug inside. "Can I put it in, daddy?"

"Slow," Remus reminds him, "Slide it in nice and slow for me, baby."

Sirius catches his lip between his teeth and tries to push the plug in slowly, the way he knows Remus would do if he was here. 

The shower has left him relaxed and more than ready, and it's hard not to take advantage, just press the toy in to its limit because he can. But he's working on his patience -- under Remus' careful tutelage -- so he shuts his eyes and tries to savour it, the tease of the plug's rubber tip at his entrance, the slow stretch as he eases it past the slight resistance before he sighs, and his body eagerly accepts the intrusion.

"Mmmm," Sirius sighs as he settles the base of the plug flush against his entrance, shifting his hips and feeling the constant, dull pressure against his prostate.

"How's it feel?" 

"Good," Sirius says, splaying his legs out and just enjoying the pleasant fullness. It's been almost a week since Remus last fucked him, and that's just way too long. Christmas really spoiled him. He tugs the blankets up around him, because it's going to take some time before his body temperature is high enough to fight against the chill in his apartment.

"Have you tried out the settings at all?" Remus asks him, and Sirius picks up the phone, switching off speaker and holding it to his ear.

"No," he says, grinding his ass down against the bed to test the plug's reach inside him. "I thought you'd rather do the honours."

Remus hums, and Sirius hears the phone shifting in his grip. "I'm gonna turn it on, okay? Lowest setting."

"O--" Sirius stutters as the plug buzzes to life inside him, nestled snug against his prostate and sending little zings of pleasure down his legs. "Fuck that feels good. That's the lowest setting?"

"It is," Remus confirms. "Want to run through them all, see how high it goes? Or would you rather be surprised?"

"Mmmm, surprise me."

"Surprise it is," Remus says, and Sirius hears shuffling papers in the background as he prepares for his night class. Psychology 1001, Thursdays, 7-9:30PM. Two and a half hours of a lecture that Remus swears he's given so many times he could recite it in his sleep, so why not give himself something fun to focus on while he goes through the motions? 

Being privy to all of this brilliant, upstanding man's secret perversions is a privilege Sirius does not take lightly.

"You can turn it off from the app if you need to," Remus is saying, "Or you can call me and I'll switch it off. My phone's on vibrate, so I'll see it right away."

Sirius smiles to himself. "Got it," he says, though this is a rehashing of the rules that Remus had laid out when he'd brought the plug over last weekend. He'd called it a "late Christmas gift", as if he hadn't already given Sirius several thousand dollars worth of presents on Christmas morning.

There's more rustling over the line, the squeak of a chair. 

"Tell me again how you're going to be good tonight."

"I'm not gonna touch myself, and I'm not gonna come." The toy is still buzzing away inside him, making everything a little fuzzy at the edges. 

"Tell me why."

"'Cause daddy's in charge, even when he's not here."

"Good boy."

Sirius squirms with pleasure, his cock smearing a little drop of fluid on his belly as the toy hums insistently at his prostate.

"I have to head out," Remus says. "How do you feel?"

"Good," Sirius says, his abs tensing as he shifts his legs and the angle of the toy changes. "Excited."

"Me too," Remus says softly. "I'll talk to you soon, beautiful. Send me some pictures." With a low beep, the call disconnects.

[landwriter]

I WANT LIGHTHOUSES SNIPPETS I AM FERAL FOR LIGHTHOUSES SNIPPETS JFC xo @hardly-an-escape

Then it is feralness you shall receive!! And I notice you said SNIPPETS plural so have a small bouquet of feral moments in this fic, in increasing length and feralness: Hob needing to borrow Dream's shower, accidentally cumming to the thought of your friend's smile, and wanting so bad it hurts your chest

(some NSFW under the cut)

Hob comes out of the shower shirtless with a towel around his neck. His hair is curling wet around his face. He did a poor job of drying himself. There’s beads of water caught like dew in his chest hair. A stray rivulet of water is running lower, down his furred belly. He’s dripping a puddle on the hardwood floor, and still glowing a little with exercise. Dream is certain he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

“Hey, thanks, man. I’ll get outta your hair now,” he says, unaware of the fact Dream is vividly imagining kneeling before him and following that rivulet of water with his tongue. He opens his mouth to speak.

“Naw,” says Matthew, as if Hob had been talking to him. “Stay for dinner and beer.”

Hob looks at Dream. He swallows heavily. “Yes,” he croaks. “Stay.”

Hob lights up. “Well, alright.”

“Right on,” says Matthew.

---

After kicking Hob out, he jacks off with an arm thrown over his face, because he doesn’t want to see anything else. Doesn’t want to be in this room or this life, a coward’s life, a greedy life, hungering after his friend.

If Hob ever saw it, he’d run.

Dream tries to exorcise the buzzing lust, curled sideways on his bed like a parenthesis and fucking into his fist, not taking his time with it like he normally does. He doesn’t want to take himself apart. He wants to tear himself apart. Wants this monstrous black hunger climbing up the inside of his ribs to be satisfied as quick as possible, so he can look Hob in the eye and talk to him without biting his tongue.

He thinks of good fucks he’s had, moments and pieces from them, stitched all together. It does nothing. It’s like purgatory. Limbo. Even as he twists his hand around his prick, crooks a leg and presses up on his hole with fingers, he’s blind with need and he still can’t fucking cum. He groans in frustration and squeezes his eyes shut, thinks of guys fucking him rough, hands ‘round his hips leaving bruises, pretty twinks with big eyes kneeling for him, the bar smell of leather and poppers and piss, hot tongue and spit on his hole, the warmth of another body, of bodies, of beckoning glances and smiles, of one smile, Hob’s smile, his easy grin, clear as day, the heat of him, the brush of his skin, his hands, restless and warm and big, with hair dusting the knuckles, fidgeting with a pencil, stroking the neck of a bottle, holding a cigarette—him him him—smiling and saying us poor fuckers.

And he comes back to himself a moment later, panting. He rolls away from the mess he made across his sheets to stare at the ceiling, limbs loose and soul damned.

He shouldn’t have waited. Should’ve climbed into Hob’s fucking lap instead of the chair next to him that first day, should’ve made a scene, should’ve known. Hob deserves someone who would see him straightaway for the marvel he is, and he didn’t. Didn’t see him until Hob had already seen someone else here.

He wouldn’t regret it with Hob.

---

He’s drank too much. He’s drank too much and this was stupid idea, actually, to bring Dream here. To sit next to him and hear fierce poetry about gay love, and desire, and touch. They’re across from each other now, and still it feels too close. Feels dangerous. He hasn’t been this sort of drunk since leaving home. The kind where he wants so badly it physically hurts. Like kneeling on broken concrete. Like a pulse. His hands itch. He needs a fuck, a fight, anything at all. Anything to stop him from quoting Shakespeare and staring too long at Dream’s lips and thinking of all the lines he heard tonight, coiled around his heart and throat, mocking him.

“I’ll wait,” he says, standing so hard on the knife edge of truth and discretion he thinks he won’t be able to walk away from this, or walk ever again after it. “I’d wait a hundred years for, for him. However long it takes.”

“You’re too loyal, Hob.” Dream looks disappointed with him. He wonders if it’s obvious, how fucked he is right now. He wonders if his want is rolling off of him, like fog, if Dream sees it. Or feels it, clinging to his skin, damp. If he’s repulsed. He doesn’t want to be pitied. Not by Dream. Not for this. There’s nothing wrong, being loyal. Nothing wrong waiting.

“Maybe. Maybe I am.” Hob’s eyes feel wet. He thinks about being a little kid and picking sea glass from the beaches of Sausalito, before they moved to Fort Wayne. He thinks about how the colours got dull by the time he was home, and how he’d put the soft-edged pebble of glass in his mouth, suck the salt off it, just to see it shining and transluscent again. Green, and clear, and amber, and sometimes, rarely, blue.

His head is swimming. Not swimming, no. Drowning. He’s a bad friend. He doesn’t want to be rescued. He wants to pull Dream down with him. Dream’s own lines rise up in his mouth like bile. He leans forward, defiant.

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll save every breath in my lungs for him.”

“Don’t,” says Dream, jaw tight. “Don’t do that. Don’t take that from me.”

Hob hears the warning in his voice and wants to dash himself on it, wants to crash up on the rocks of the awful island Dream has made of himself if it means he’ll finally look at Hob with that white-hot attention he reserves for his secret love. “Why not,” he hears himself flatly say.

“I mean it, Hob.” Oh, he’s angry, now. Anger is a kind of heat. Maybe it’s the best he’ll get.

“Why not?” he repeats. He fumbles out a cigarette, lights it. He’ll play Dream’s mystery man for him. “C’mon, huh?” He takes a shaky drag and laughs, and raises his chin. “Why not? Why don’t you take something from me, then, and we’ll call it even?”

Dream, unblinking, sets his glass down on the table with a sharp thunk. A stupid little thrill races through Hob.

Shit, maybe he’ll deck me, if I’m lucky.

Instead, Dream reaches out and pulls the cigarette from his lips and puts it between his own. Hob sways forward. Dream takes a long drag and tilts his head back to blow the smoke past Hob. His throat is pale. Like the fucking moon. His eyes haven’t left Hob’s. Sharp wet seaglass. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thinks. Dream drops the cigarette in the ashtray between them and leans forward too. His voice is rough. “Like that?”

Hob is dizzy. His chest feels like it’s on fire. Like he’s been running miles too long, too hard. His lips are stuck parted. Soft. Fucked with wanting as the rest of him. He’d buried too much, and it filled him up, it’s all of him now, singing through every fibre of his body. “No,” he says, quiet. “More.” Dream shouldn’t be able to hear it in the noise of the bar. Hob can hardly hear himself over his pulse pounding in his ears, and maybe Dream doesn’t hear him at all, maybe he’s staring so hard at Hob’s mouth that he can just see the shape of the words. His lungs are going to burst.

Dream’s eyes flick back up to look at him. Not sea glass, no, the sea itself, all sunlit bright and unsecretly hungry. Looking at him, really looking at him.

“Who are you waiting for, Hob?” he asks.

Hob exhales.

[transformation4life]

Dungeons and Jocks

Suggested by: @sivfenrir

Gregory slammed another book down on his apartment table. It was another book for his upcoming DND campaign with his friend Louis. It was quite heavy for his scrawny body but he somehow managed to carry it all the way from the library. He was going to be a wizard artificer for the campaign over discord call and wanted to learn as much as he could before properly getting into it. Gregory opened the book and began to look through the pages. The nerd he is absorbed all the information quite quickly and before long landed on a very peculiar page... "Make what you wish come true! A spell of a lifetime for your campaign... Huh..." Gregory was very intrigued.

A spell to make what you wish come true is quite a bold claim from a book from a random library and a nerd who was quite a nerd. "Alright I'll guess I'll try this totally real spell!" Gregory didn't believe it would work so he recited the spell with a hint of sarcasm. "drhs drhs drhs drhs drhs ivzo ivzo ivzo ivzo!!" Gregory chanted the spell right then and there. "Now let's see if this worked... I am rich!" "..." "Haha... as I thought," Gregory was unphased, but just as he was about to go to the next page a notif popped up on his nearby phone. Louis: Hey dude, time for our DND session hop on discord! It was Louis!

Gregory: Alright hopping on now! Gregory quickly made his way to his room where his computer was located and hopped on call. "Yo Louis wassup?" "Oh... hey... I'm... okay.." Louis had a melancholy tone to his voice. "Is... something wrong dude?" "Yea... mind if I vent before the session?"

"Oh, sure what is it?" "It's just these guys that were bullying me..." Gregory felt a chill in his spine.

"P-People were bullying you??" "Yea..."

"What were they? Who were they?" "They were these... high school jocks. Large ones t-too. B-Based on their size they easily went to the gym everyday," Gregory felt more tingles. Gregory's body was beginning to change. Gregory began to gain an extreme growth in muscle like he worked at the gym everyday because well he did. Massive pecs, big biceps, and meaty thighs were some of his greatest features. Gregory's changes didn't stop though as his mind became warped and his past began to change. Instead of being a nerd he was always a jock. Bullying all the little guys More obsessed with muscle than school or anything else. That's when reality snapped back to the new jock Gregory. "H-Huh? What am I doing here? Where's my bros??? And why is this shirt so tight?" The new gregory looked around his room and saw all sorts of nerdy shit that repulsed him. How did he get here and where are his bros??? Louis didn't notice the change in Gregory's behavior and kept going. "A-And I think one of them was bald??? How much steroids did that they take??" And in one fell swoop all of Gregory's hair fell off leaving him completely bald. "I'm pretty sure all they wore was tank-tops with how cocky and self-obsessed they were..." Gregory's shirt began to remold itself into a gym tank-top and Gregory's mind suddenly become self-obsessed, immediately giving his left bicep a kiss.

"At least i got you with me!"

Louis continued on.

"They were total jerks. They piss me off just thinking about it!" Gregory stopped loving himself immediately. He recognized who was speaking. It was Louis the Louiser! Why was he talking to a twink ass on some messaging service. He'd rather beat him up directly than on some app. Gregory was ready to destroy the computer but then... "I wish they were like you, my best friend... kind, nice, nerdy like me." Gregory's mind changing again. He was still a bit of a jock but still spent time to nerd out with Louis and would protect him with his massive size and play DND all the time too!

Gregory paused right before he was about to punch screen as his anger dissipated into a cocky grin.

"Right you are, you're glad to have a friend like me haha!" Gregory's new voice gave a hearty laugh "Oh wow Gregory, your voice sounds different than I last remember..." Louis asked in a shocked tone.

"Whatcha talking about? Always been sounding like this ever since I took the steroids remember. I just had to get PUMPED! GRAHH!" Gregory did a flex with a grunt making Louis jump in his seat on the other end.

"W-Who are you and what you have done with Gregory?" "Come on bro it's me Louis. Your good old pal. We play DND remember?" Gregory turned on his webcam.

"See? It's me! Don't you want to give my bicep a kiss like old times?"

"W-Who is this?! You're not Gregory you're more like a Greg!" Gregory or rather Greg paused for a moment before smirking. "Yeah you're right! Sorry 'bout that. My name is Greg! But come on bro don't remember your lovable nerdy big guy best friend?" Greg flexed again.

"I-I'm still not convinced... I'm going to your house in person...." Louis immediately left the call before Greg could even say "See you later bro,"

Louis arrived to Greg's apartment and knocked on the door expecting the same twink he's known since elementary to open it but nope... it was "Greg" "Hey bro! Good to see you!"

"How did you- When did you-" Louis was in a gay panic.

"Lots of hardwork and steroids bro. Remember. Come on let's talk on the bro-couch!" "W-When did you take your shirt off?"

"Took if off before you got here bro. Needed to let my muscles breathe you know?" "U-Um,,, o-okay,,," Louis's words were barely legible

"Anyways bro let's go to the bro-couch pronto. We can talk like we always do. As bros!" Greg turned around not a moment sooner abandoning his shorts leaving him in just his underwear.

Louis cautiously entered the apartment. It looked about the same as he last saw it but there was a lot more... bodybuilder. There was still all those awards from math bowls but there was also some trophies from competitions. Louis continued to look around while Greg grabbed a huge can of Whey Protein before sitting on the bro-couch. "Want some?"

"N-No thanks..." Louis sheepishly declined

"Your loss," Greg opened up the container and ate the protein powder raw. "Delicious! Anyways whatcha wanna talk about bro?"

"Isn't it obvious? How you became THIS?" Louis blurted out.

"We were supposed to be doing a DND campaign but instead you became a meathead!" Greg's mind changed again.

"Yuppppppp that's meeeeeeeeeeee!" It looked like Greg had no thoughts and only thought of muscles as the math bowl trophies began to disappear. "But at the same time you do seem like my best friend..." Greg got hit with his old intelligence and stopped drooling.

"Yea bro! We'll always be bros! Now come on let's DND!"

"Okay fine, but put some clothes on!"

"Alright bro, alright!" With Greg walking off to get changed.

Greg returned in a tank top and some shorts flexing as he entered.

"Let's do this bro!" Louis almost forgot how hot Gregor- Greg was now.

"Alright alright, let's do this!" And so the buff nerd Greg and the twink nerd Louis did their campaign with Greg's character being a buff as hell Jock wizard artificer with magic and muscles on their side. It was a grand ol' time and Louis finally let this be the new Greg. Luckily for Louis the chant that Greg made was wearing off making this Greg permanent. It's a good life being a large and in charge jock and nerd.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Okay the main squad is finished yay!!! This was a blast, might do more art because this au is slowly becoming brainrot haha. I have ✨ thoughts✨ like Willy maybe being a metatron equivelant and making Scary fall, to the kiddads being the four (five) riders of the apocalypse, with grant being war and tj being death (idk about the others yet tho).

Anyway taylors shoes are a doctor who refrence kinda, and the shirt is kinda a deredevil one, and he still dresses like a weeb in every version. Also i gave him the treat of being the owner of the flaming sword or katana in this case. I feel like he fell by just being curious, no angst here for worlds favorite anime loving teen. Gave him a cane because for once i have not forgotten my beloved t.swift is disabled headcanon. No closeup on his eyes cause they are pretty boring (unfortunetly Taylor is at the bottom of the list of most thought about dndads pcs sorry ts fans). Hes just a silly little guy what is there to say?

Yes Hermie is twink ice king inspired, gimme a break i like flamboyant man (i really gotta go watch fiona and cake and adventure time). He can have long anime hair with white streaks whose gonna stop me? The fun police? Also stripped suit because i'm obsessed and it always gives me beetlejuice/gomez vibes. I kept thinking "what if Hermie still dresses like he's from heaven just in a more jokery color pallet?" So I did it. He also has that whole two face thing, with the eyes the shoes and everything , i really want that outfit. They are both princes/dukes of hell idk what layers tho, gimme sugestions i guess. Also Hermies fall was VERY traumatic because i enjoy torture :).

Anyway rant (maybe???) over, like I said im probablly gonna draw more of this au, i wanna do other charakters and some historical clothes next idk when and if i will tho. Also wanna draw tma fanart, and good omens fanart but a guy only has so much time :) hope you enjoyed.

[taintingimagination]

Magnus Hammersmith • NSFW Alphabet

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Author's Note: I know I said I was posting Cock Munch (Dick Knubbler) after Nathan, but my ass hasn't finished it 💀 But, I did find a completed one for Magnus.

We're gonna ignore that this has been sitting in my notes app for a year.

A certain bloody twink that likes eating out of coffins is my next victim.

A = Aftercare: Magnus doesn't do much aftercare, but he'll stay behind and make sure you're okay. If you're lucky enough, he's not gone by tomorrow.

B = Body Part: Magnus has a fixation on your face - every aspect. He'll analyze your features and find unique compliments for them. On himself, well, he's too arrogant to admit that he doesn't really see himself as ideal.

C = Cum: It doesn't matter to him, seeing it anywhere on or in you is satisfying. His favorite place to come is on your chest.

D = Dirty Secret: After you've fallen asleep after sex, he'll start to overthink. "How did I end up with someone as beautiful as them?" and "How long will it take for them to leave?" kind of thoughts. He won't admit this to you because he's tired of hearing the same ole same ole "I'm not going to leave, I promise."

E = Experience: Fairly experienced. He didn't get as far with Dethklok to have groupies, but he has had a few hookups. However, you're the only experience that matters to him.

F = Favorite Position: Magnus likes having you close, so seating positions like rocking horse, or any other position full of contact like butterfly. He also doesn't mind taking you from behind.

G = Goofy: It's hard to believe he can be goofy outside of bed, let alone in the act. He wants to show you how much you mean to him. Yet, he may laugh and smile during the awkward moments.

H = Hair: Decently trimmed, it grows as wavy as his hair.

I = Intimacy: This man has abandonment issues and it shows. Through words and actions, he is very intimate with you and wants to engulf every moment he has with you.

J = Jack Off: Magnus seldom masturbates, that changed with you though. He'll jack off whenever you're gone for awhile and are unable to please him.

K = Kinks: Magnus is rather vanilla, but he does enjoy S&M. He is also a switch.

L = Location: Bedroom always, or anywhere isolated that he knows he can spend time with you.

M = Motivation: Being really intimate and your guys' alone time is motivating.

N = No: Anything that would make you uncomfortable or see him differently. He's not a fan of heavy BDSM.

O = Oral: Magnus is indifferent to giving and receiving oral.

P = Pace: Morerate pace, but he's also really gentle with you.

Q = Quickie: No need, mainly because he doesn't see the point in them.

R = Risk: Magnus would only experiment or make risks if he's sure it'll work out. He wants to be sure this is something the both of you want, and not something just said in the heat of the moment.

S = Stamina: Good. He can last a couple of rounds, but isn't a total sex deviant who can last the whole night.

T = Toys: Magnus used toys for himself for a little while.

U = Unfair: Magnus isn't too much of a tease, but that doesn't mean he won't.

V = Volume: Magnus isn't very loud, he'll groan quietly. Maybe he'll shout fuck every once in awhile.

W = Wild Card: Magnus enjoys it when you play and tug his hair, not by much, but his noises are cute.

X = Xray: Magnus is above average, just above eight inches. He's a little girthy too.

Y = Yearning: Magnus wants your presence and body very often.

Z = Zzz: Magnus takes awhile to fall asleep because his overthinking keeps him awake. With you, it finds it a little easier to.

[thecommunalfoolboy]

What your favorite Lupin The Third Character says about you

When people make these they always just say nice things and traits of the character and it’s dumb so here’s me being right

Anyway my reputation for misogyny is legendary

Ok this largely depends on if you like edgy Jigen or goofy ah Jigen but

You desperately need to stop getting into arguments online, both in general and on whether Jigen is deep and emo or a silly guy

Gay Gay homosexual gay 🫵

You took one look at him and Lupin and said “Damn these bitches gay!” In a half joking way but the show itself proved you right in 10 seconds

Lol emo

Ok but actually seek psychiatric care

You either write porn about him in your head or you’re extremely asexual

There’s something weird going on with your gender but that’s kinda true if you watch this show in general

You’re too broke to get that next piercing don’t do it

You’re either as devastated about them whitewashing our boy as I am or you should be

Hey remember they whitewashed Goemon too you should be equally as mad about that

You head canon he speaks Spanish

Go to bed

He’s a nice man

Seek help brother

You play with jpegs like dolls

Beneath your eyes is a deep dark hole of information on this show’s lore

You also hate him so much and you want to see him die painfully <3

You want that twink OBLITERATED

You should really raise the price on your art it is so much better than you think it is

Some of you have only seen the first and it shows

“Brother,,,,, help me,,,,,,”

“Long live the king……”

Lol you thought I’m not letting you off that easy you’re deeply traumatized You’ve never felt safe in your life and the most inner hurt part of you desperately needed an adult to help you at a time in your life when you should’ve been worried about learning your times tables not whether you’d survive another day and one of the reasons you’re drawn to characters like this and collect fictional fathers is because you see a glowing smile and an infallible hero who could’ve saved you when you needed it the most

Or you’re Japanese native but like

Autism 👿

Woah dude are you like… autistic???

Stop looking at his tits

A small but significant subsection of you people are just racist and cannot be normal about Japan

If someone asked your thoughts on him you’d just be like :)))) the silly

You have way too many screenshots of him looking weird in the background

You def hate part 5 and twcfm

Whenever tms forgets he exists for a while you still watch it but you look like a wet kitten

You’re def short

You need to stop coping and accept it he looked fully insane in part 3 the hair is so so bad

You’re probably transmasc

I just wanna say I’m so sorry

She’s an ugly bitch there I said it

STROP BEING HORNY

You’re probably a girl

And definitely bi

Y’all probably know the least about the show as a whole

Good for you!! You actually touch grass

Or again you’re in the racist subgroup

The titles for each character confuse you but you only realized this one’s Fujiko because either I just said it or you saw the “stop being horny” and knew

You probably have insanely hot takes on the show

They did your girl dirty im so sorry

You’d die on the hill of whichever of her hair colors you think is best but at least you’re dead

I’m scared of you

Hey you should watch the first if you haven’t already

Zemigamna 🥺

You cry every time someone says Yata was boring and didn’t need to be in the show

Miyazaki studio gibli ass 🫵

Please you still have time left you can get out before you become obsessed you’re not in too deep yet RUN RUN SAVE YOURSEL

Or this show is all you have left and it’s infinitely too late for you no in between

Again probably a girl

You’re definitely not normal about fujiko either

You hate that one movie where he’s a dick with a burning passion and you would write 20 page essays on it

If you’re obsessed with him you probably have a chronic illness (same bestie) or major physical disability

Anyway if I fully clocked you let me know I think it’s funny to see you guys suffer

[themculibrary]

Punk!Bucky Masterlist

ain't nothing punk about that (ao3) - idekman steve/bucky, pepper/tony, clint/natasha, jane/thor T, 6k

Summary: Bucky tries not to get involved with high school drama shit. Steve Rogers is just another kid who gets beaten up in corridors.

Until he's not.

-

In which Steve Rogers gets punched a lot and Bucky Barnes is getting a little sick of it.

All These Years (ao3) - endoftheline7 (orphan_account) steve/bucky, sam/sharon E, 5k

Summary: Steve Rogers doesn't get invited to parties much- but that's okay, he hates them anyway. However, after hooking up with the infamous Bucky Barnes at one, he decides that maybe they aren't so bad after all.

Behind All Things Are Reasons (ao3) - likeasugarcube steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Punk!Bucky/Hipster!Steve Coffeeshop AU

Bulldogs and Kittens (ao3) - Gothic_Lolita bucky/tony, past tony/justin T, 4k

Summary: When Bucky pretending to be some twink's boyfriend to protect him from an ex, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Cause You Look So Much Cuter With Something In Your Mouth (ao3) - Spiralblissx steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve is more than a little intrigued when he hears the rumor that Bucky Barnes has a dick piercing.

Children of the Sun (That's the Origin of Love) (ao3) - starknjarvis steve/bucky M, 7k

Summary: "Bucky is watching Steve pour himself a bowl of gluten-free Chex when it hits him like a sledgehammer. Steve is scrawny and short with a half-buzzed head, hipster glasses, and an array of avant-garde tattoos, and Bucky is so in love with him that it hurts." 

Bucky has a final exam tomorrow, has just realized he's in love with his best friend, and Natasha won't stop calling him an idiot.

He seriously needs a vacation.

Coming Home For Christmas (ao3) - Chiyume steve/bucky E, 118k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a good man. His friends have told him so on numerous occasions, but this might actually be more bordering on "stupid" rather than "kind".

Because what else would you describe the act of inviting a complete stranger - and thief - into your home over the Holidays?

Steve isn't quite sure what to call it himself, but fact is that when it comes to the case of Bucky Barnes, Steve's actually pretty okay with being referred to as an idiot, as long as it keep the other man safe. And to Steve's defence, it had all started out with such good intentions...

i'm a fool with a curse and a crush (ao3) - plutos steve/bucky T, 15k

Summary: "He is, of course, slightly confused as to why Steve has been so willing to hang out with him, considering Steve wears khaki pants and tucks his shirt into his belt, but figures if Steve is weird for hanging out with a kid who wears smudged eyeliner and metal studded leather around his wrists, then Bucky is also weird for voluntarily spending time with a skinny as fuck asthmatic who shines his shoes and combs his hair into place every morning."

aka skinny!steve and punk!bucky, who are really just two teenagers in love

i'm already falling (ao3) - lord_is_it_mine steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Bucky is a barista. Steve just wants to draw him. And date him. A lot.

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend (ao3) - MonstrousRegiment steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: Bucky (the appallingly punk kid) gets drunk and accidentally breaks into Steve's (the outrageously hipster kid) apartment.

Honest mistake! He was trying to break into Natasha's next door.

Romance happens. (Somehow.)

Junior High Fantasies (ao3) - maybegracie steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: In which Steve thinks that Bucky Barnes is planning his murder, but really he just has a big gay crush.

Just Give In (ao3) - Hattietheunicorn, Razzamatazz steve/bucky, clint/natasha, maria/sam M, 17k

Summary:

STEP 1: flirt with a hot guy at a karaoke bar but forget to get his number

STEP 2: form a rock band and hope said hot guy will audition for lead singer

STEP 3: ????

STEP 4: PROFIT

(aka Sam is fed up of Steve's pining and Steve and Bucky really need to learn how to communicate)

Man, It's So Loud In Here (ao3) - DaveCumstaine steve/bucky, ambiguous steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: He's bathed in varying spectrums of red and green, parting his lips slightly and closing his eyes to feel the beat more thoroughly. Steve is mesmerized by the angelic expression that graces his face, causing his heart to pound louder than the music.

(Aka)

Steve is bored. Bucky is a punk (sorta). Tony is a boring corporate jerk. Clint is secretly a wisecracking BAMF. And Bruce is just there.

More Than Meets the Eye (ao3) - Moons_of_Avalon steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Steve Rogers, for all that he has the face and demeanor of an angel, is no blushing innocent in bed. But Bucky's content to be the only one who knows it.

Punks & Poets (ao3) - im95notdead clint/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Bucky stood, grabbing his skateboard.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Gonna go kick some homophobic ass. Nice talkin’ to ya.”

The 6:45 to Midtown (ao3) - 17405 steve/bucky M, 59k

Summary: Steve rode the same train nearly every morning to work. He wasn’t entirely certain how long he’d been choosing the same car, but after he began to notice the regular face…

The Happily-Ever-After Business (ao3) - mambo steve/bucky T, 23k

Summary: After planning perfect weddings for New York's elite, wedding planner Steve Rogers is ready to find love for himself.

But he didn't anticipate falling in love with the tattoo artist who works down the street.

The Problem With Roommates (ao3) - Tealshirt steve/bucky M, 22k

Summary: Steve and Bucky have been exceptionally awkward lately, but they are starting to sort their problems out.

What, you never read smut before? (ao3) - Razzamatazz steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: From a Tumblr prompt: “You just caught me reading hardcore smut fan fiction during class and you’re wondering how I can read this with a blank face.”

In which Steve is a little hipster shit and poor Bucky is just an embarrassed punk with a crush.

You Can Make It (To the Sunrise) (ao3) - starlight_starbright steve/bucky, background pepper/tony, background clint/natasha, background sam/maria, background thor/jane E, 5k

Summary: Bucky is an ex-marine going back to college where he meets Steve Rodgers—the hot guy in his 8am math class.

Steve is an artist who drinks too much coffee and gets sick a lot.

[koridoru]

YOU COULD MAKE A FIC WHERE YN IS A VERY BEAUTIFUL AND INTELLIGENT PILLAR AND JOKER AND HAS AS ITS MISSION TO FIND DOUMA'S LAIR AND THEN THEY TRY TO ANNOY EACH OTHER.

For once I am doing a MALE reader because twinks are awesome

(Sorry if you wanted female reader I like mixing it up)

No one said being a hashira was easy. No one except you, however.

In the slayer corps, you were known for three things: Your intelligence, your sense of humor, and your pretty face. Despite being a guy, you were beautiful, even to the other men.

You got along with most of the other hashira, although you sort of had a frenemies relationship with Obanai.

Maybe he was jealous of your looks.

Or maybe it wasn't jealousy...

If it was something else, you weren't surprised.

A lot of people did find you quite attractive, if they didn't have a crush on you, they wpuld be your best friend.

People loved your sense of humor, you always knew how to lighten the mood.

Today your crow informed you of a mission assigned by Ubuyashiki while you were training with Sanemi.

"Ugh... damn crow...we'll have to wait to finish this."

You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Hey come on, what's up your ass this morning?"

Giyuu comes out of his quarters, walking up next to Sanemi from behind, rubbing his head. You smile mischievously.

"Well, I have my answer."

Sanemi realizes what you mean, and he gawks at you with a mixed expression of disgust and mortification.

"WHAT?!"

"Huh?"

You snort.

"Don't worry about it, Tomioka-san."

You read the letter the crow had delivered the news to you in, your snarky expression drops like an axed down tree.

"Upper moon two..."

You wander away from the others before they can ask what was going on, rushing to your own quarters.

Sure you were a hashira, but upper moon two? Alone?!

You had a mini panic attack, but after a while, you made a quick decision.

"Fuck it, we ball. Why not?"

You gathered your sword and blue haori, heading out on a very lethal misson.

It takes a few hours to walk there, much to the despair of your poor legs.

You reach a building that is reminiscent of a temple.

"Fancy...is this really it?"

You walk up the stairs, sliding open the door and entering.

No one is there, but the room is lit with lanterns all around.

It definitely looks like temple now that you're inside.

You hide in the corner, awaiting someone to enter.

It wasn't long before a tall, broad built man with shirotsurubami hair. (white shade of oak, very pale beige)

The man smiles a cheeky grin, he turns in your direction.

"Well, what do we have here?"

He cocks his head, his rainbow eyes meet yours.

You could see the kanji in his pupils, knowing very well who this was.

"You're upper moon two? Well...I wasn't expecting this..."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

You sort of snicker, raising an eyebrow as you size him up.

"You're rather humanoid, along with being very friendly looking."

"Oh, is that so? A little boy has come to admire me?"

He brings a hand to his mouth, chuckling.

"Little? No no no, babe,"

You snicker.

"You're big. Like really big. Like freakishly big. Why are you so tall? You must eat a lot of humans."

"Well you're correct. I just love to eat the ladies around me, females are far more nutritional for demons!"

"You only eat women? Are you some kind of creep?"

You smirk, his smile gets wider, he looks at you with wide eyes as he tilts his head, resting it on a golden fan.

"Creep? Oho no, you have it all wrong. I only eat my followers."

"So you're some kind of false idol, huh?"

"My dear human, I am more than just an idol. You know of my rank, don't you? So you know I'm more than what these people think I am."

He giggles, he looks at you with an unhinged smile, already thinking about killing you.

"Stop looking at me like that man...you look like you touch kids..."

His smile fades, before returning, this one looks more sinister.

"My! What an awful thing to insinuate!"

He lunges forward, waving his fan and ice is summoned, freezing its way over to you.

You grin and jump to the side.

When ice shards shoot from the ground, you quickly dodge them, catching one of them and throwing it back to Douma.

It hits him in the eye, piercing it.

He lets out a yelp that sounds very feminine, surprised you used his own move against him.

He pulls it out of his eye, grinning.

"Well that wasn't very nice, human."

You scoff, grinning at him.

"Bite me."

"Oh! Will do!"

You jump at him, slicing at him with your katana. He moves backward, using his arm to block your attacks, though it gets cut off.

He doesn't seem to mind, it just regenerates in seconds anyway.

You take him off guard and kick him in his gut, sending him through another sliding door.

He quickly recovers, snickering madly.

"What fun! Give me more, human! I'll enjoy our little battle before I feed on you! Maybe I'll absorb you...Oh the possibilities!"

You growl, pointing your sword at him.

"You meet your end here, demon!"

His eyes narrow, he grins maliciously.

You hear the string of a biwa play, a wall with a door forms in between you and Douma.

"What the hell?!"

You slide open the door to see that Douma has been joined by another demon knelt on the floor.

A female one, she has a biwa, along with pale skin and black hair covering most of her face.

"Oh Nakime, my savior! Be a dear and take us to the Lord, will you?"

Douma clasps his hands together, cheekily begging this new demon to do what he asks.

The door you had just opened slams shut in your face.

You huff and angrily open it again, but to your shock, the two demons had vanished.

You growl, looking around for them.

You went to different rooms, searching but to no avail.

"Shit...I lost them...how?!"

You lower your head, exiting the temple, dreading the moment you have to explain to Ubuyashiki that upper moon two had escaped from you.

[lake-archive]

Track 3 - My Relationship

Content Warning!

Gender Dysphoria

Transphobia

If this makes you uncomfortable, I advise you to skip this one.

AO3 Link

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Unnamed male character

Synposis: A date with her boyfriend is usually fun. Or so she likes to say… Either way, she brings up something to him, that she starts to feel uncomfortable and seeks his advice but…

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Going out with your boyfriend… A date. That is how someone calls going out with your significant other, isn't it? That is what this is. And dates are a bonding experience, usually meant to be fun. So it is only natural to say that she is having fun. Of course Ann has fun on a date with her boyfriend. The guy himself did not look like anything special. In fact the only thing standing out about him was his slim build. Her father would say that this guy needs to eat and train more to build some muscle. He looks like a twink. Other than that… The average looking guy – Raven hair with the usual short haircut, a common eye color and a pair of glasses. There is nothing outstanding about him, really. But that’s ok. Ann has known him for two years. He is fun to be around! That is how this is supposed to go after all, right? Yes, that is how this is supposed to be and how it will be. And it will always be that way… 

Enough about that! Let’s talk about this fun date instead! It has been fun so far at least. Both Ann and her boyfriend were busy the entire day already. It had started in the early afternoon, both going to one place to the next. They usually decided on the spot, whatever was open and nearby. This included visiting local attractions or going somewhere fun, like the bowling center. In fact, the two of them had spent most of their dates going bowling. It was what the two usually did for fun while bonding. Sometimes they would also do it in a group, including couple matches. Not today though, today it had just been the two of them.

And they were having fun, watching the other bowl, waiting for something funny to happen. They even talked about all sorts of things, it never got boring. Or so anyone would say. Anyone should say it even, probably. The mood was so relaxed even that it had slipped out of Ann’s mouth from one moment to the next. The two had just been cracking jokes honestly and talking about light hearted things. Maybe she had felt a little too secure in this situation. Maybe she actually believed at that time to have been taken seriously. Maybe she was just in the mindset where she wanted to say something about it. After all, it had plagued her thoughts for some time now.

So, after throwing the bowling ball down the lane full force and making it smash the pins away she turned back to her boyfriend, suddenly asking: “Hey. Would you still love me if I wasn’t a woman anymore?”

His face all of a sudden was something she had expected. After all, who would not be surprised hearing that? And it came out of nowhere, so she was giving him the benefit of a doubt here. “Like what? You being a guy?” He asked.

“Ah— I didn’t mean—” She was about to respond but… Being a guy… It would mean no longer being stuck in some obligations. Right? “Well, for example.”

“For example?” He only asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Yet she only nodded. From one moment to the next however he suddenly laughed, leaning back onto the couch and waving her off with his hand. “No way! I’m not into guys and you know that! I would’ve never asked you out if you were!”

Hearing that… Honestly, it was that laugh which may as well have cut her deep. It was painful, to say the least. Her chest felt heavy all of a sudden. But she decided to ignore it, not thinking much of it. “R… Right…”

He was then looking over at her, looking the brunette up and down in the pink dress she was wearing today, specifically picked out for the date. A cute, frilly dress with long sleeves. And he smirked at the sight. He always did once in a while, looking her up and down like this. And she never knew how to feel about it. Though she was told that she is supposed to like it… 

“And you ain’t, so there’s that. You’re my cute girl!” He continued, sounding lighthearted yet dismissive all the same. “Where’s that coming from all of a sudden anyway?”

“W… Well…” She was stuttering, unsure if she should say. She hesitated for a moment yet swallowed. It’s her boyfriend. Surely, when she explains her situation more, he should understand… Right? He will listen and understand, won’t he? He’s just not attracted to guys, that’s all. And she isn’t one. At least that is not how she feels… Uh… It’s hard to put into words. But she has to try! “You know… I’m feeling weird recently.”

“Weird? Whaddya mean?” And yet, he leaned more against the couch, arms wide spread on it. It bothered her yet she dared not to say. She had to tell him what is on her mind after all!

“I… Uh… I never told this to anyone before but… I don’t like this.”

“This?”

“Uh… Being called a woman and what comes with it.”

This had his attention all of a sudden, his face going from relaxed to forming into a grimace, almost disgust. At least there was some annoyance she had spotted. “Go on…”

“I don’t want to be called a guy either!” She continued. “Uh… I’d not mind but… I just… I don’t like having expectations laid out for me because I am a woman you know. In fact, it could also be said with guys? I mean, the set of expectations feels wrong to me! I just… Erm…” And yet she is tripping over her own words. It sounded so weird to explain but she had to say something, put it in a way easy to understand. After all, she felt as if she was losing her breath here, as if something was choking her all her life.

Ann had felt like this for some time. Sure, she is executing the expectations yet has never understood them, why she had to do any of this. Why? Because of her body? She is shoved into a corner because of that? If she acted only slightly different, that would be it after all. She had experienced this before and thus swore to herself to never slip up like this again. She was made fun of for preferring games over playing house. Or when she picked out an action figure over the pretty doll. That doesn’t mean she never enjoyed more emotional stuff either, she did. Small stuff like that. She likes whatever she likes. And while it is not everything, it had been a sign ever since.

She didn’t want to be part of the girl groups who gossip all day long and wear make up. She didn’t want to keep up with the latest fashion. She didn’t want to be seen as meek and fragile. At the same time she didn’t really want to be seen as a strong hunk either, the thought was not for her. All she knew was that it beat whatever she is wearing now… It’s hard to put into words but… She wanted others to see her as Ann. But she didn’t know if even that explanation made sense. It’s complicated. It’s hard for her to explain. But it is how she feels and has felt for some time… She just brushes it aside usually because it’s not normal, or so she had been taught. But she can’t help it all the same.

And yet, she was interrupted. And that sentence made her wish to have never opened her mouth. Just when she grabbed the next bowling ball to hold it in her hands. “This? Yeesh Ann, don’t tell me you’re believing this nonsense too.”

It made her drop the bowling ball onto the ground, a loud thud echoing. It was so close to her own feet yet luckily did not hit her. Instead she was only staring at her boyfriend who had an expression of utter annoyance mixed with clear disgust. It was as if he had punched her in the guts. Her stomach twisted slightly hearing that. It was just… Just…

“You're just following an online trend. You're a woman.” He added, eyeing her yet again, once more up and down with his gaze. Yet this time he even talked while looking. “Your boobs are saying it all. And last time I checked beneath that dress… Well, you know. You're a woman, end of story.”

Him pointing it out so bluntly… She held back yet she was so close to running to the bathroom. His eyes were something she could not bear looking at. She wanted to turn away at this moment, out of his sight and curse this body yet again, as she always did. And yet… She didn’t. Despite her stomach hurting, despite feeling as if she had just been shot, despite her head close to hurting… She just stood there and took it.

She tried to tell herself that he was right. Of course, he has to be. He grew up first, before her, he has been an adult for a longer time than her. He has to know better, right? That’s the only plausible conclusion. So… She is best off if she listens to him. Yeah, this is just silly talk. There is no way after all… What is she thinking? She is a woman, clearly. No arguing about that.

“You’re right. Sorry…” Ann said at the time before following it up with a weak smile. “It was just a random thought, nothing more. I shouldn’t listen to everything I read.” But that was probably a lie. She had lied to him… For a reason. Because even if her words agreed… Why was her stomach still hurting? The pain was not going away. His words hurt her, they cut deeply… And it would stay like this for the rest of the day.

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[duckapus]

(So I went on a walk and came up with a great idea for Showtime's ultimate fate at the end of the Wonder Arc, and even though I still have the vast majority of the arc to write I wanted to get this out now so I don't forget it. I'll do my best to not include any spoilers beyond "the good guys win in the end" and "yeah the character heavily implied to be Floyd was definitely Floyd")

As everyone else is celebrating, Duck wanders the battlefield seemingly aimlessly, looking for something, "Come on, with that much personality and determination you must left something behind..."

In a relatively quiet area he sees it; a tiny, malformed, glowing lump of some black-and-pink substance half-buried in the dirt, invisible and intangible to anyone but himself. He picks it up and checks it over, breathing a sigh of relief when he doesn't sense any of the meat moss's power or influence lingering within it, "Well, you've caused quite a bit of grief the last couple weeks."

Floyd overhears him and floats over, eyeing the lump nervously, "Wait, is that..."

"Showtime's soul, yeah."

"Huh. Didn't think she'd have one, considering she was pretty much just where the corruption and Emmy's brain overlapped."

"Yeah, it's definitely a case of just barely managing it. It's horrifically underdeveloped and rotted almost clean through...but not quite irredeemable, now that all the gunk's been cleaned out." despite the gentle smile saying this prompts from him, there's a distinctly unfriendly, possibly vengeful gleam in his eyes.

"Uh, I know you had something to do with Welony coming back. You're not gonna-"

"No! Hell no, I'm not making you guys deal with her after all that!" He did not get his physical form stuck inside a mushroom just to more-or-less reward the bitch that indirectly caused it, "No, I have something much more interesting planned..." Yep. Definitely vengeful.

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The next thing Showtime knows, she's waking up in what looks like a factory inside a volcano with the world's worst hangover.

"Ohhhh, dying's a bitch." she reaches up and massages the bridge of her beak with one flipper while doing her best to push herself up off the ground with the other.

...Wait.

Beak?

Flippers!?

Headache briefly forgotten, she shoots up (and then nearly topples right back over because it feels like she's on fucking stilts) and looks around frantically for a reflective surface. When she finally finds a big, particularly well-polished exposed gear, she's stunned by what she sees.

There in the makeshift mirror, there stands a bizarre, penguin-like thing held together by comically large stitches, brought up from two feet to three by a pair of long wooden peg-legs, with tiny black bat wings and a fucking fanny pack! The only things left of her old, beautiful self are her color scheme and eyes- mostly pink with a black belly and sclera and blood-red question marks for pupils.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"The proper grammatical structure would be "what the fuck, dood," miss Showtime."

She whirls around to see who the hell just said that, finding an absolute twink of a vampire who clearly has a stick up his ass, and a brown haired teenage girl in an outfit clearly designed to look like a blue version of her current dumpy form leaning casually on a baseball bat like it's a cane.

The girl pipes up, "She's gonna be a hard case, huh boss?"

"You would know, miss "I'll just blindly obey the first person who talks to me and incite a revolution because this is clearly all just a dream and nothing matters"."

"Hey, I got over my denial eventually, didn't I?"

"Yes, and then you strongarmed me into making you a demon and one of my TA's so you could focus on world domination plans with your little sister and wouldn't have to reincarnate or take those remedial lessons you owed me."

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON????"

"Ah yes, my apologies. I am the Vampire Lord Valvatorez, Prinny Instructor Extraordinaire!" he poses exactly as dramatically as you'd expect, then makes a sweeping gesture to the girl, "And this is Fuka Kazamatsuri, one of my assistants."

Fuka gives a lazy, two-fingered salute, "Yo."

"And you, miss Showtime, are part of the Netherworld's latest batch of new Prinnies."

"I...don't know what that means."

Fuka takes over the explanation, "Right, you're not from around here so you wouldn't know. Okay, so first off, you are fully aware that you're dead, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, here in our universe, one of four things can happen when you die...well, technically five if you include ghosts. Your average Joe who had a zero-impact life where they didn't cause no major trouble for nobody just gets reincarnated. Especially virtuous souls become Angels, while truly irredeemable ones get flat-out destroyed. And for people like you and me, who've either sinned frequently enough to get noticed or done some truly heinous shit, but still have a chance to do better next time, there's Prinnies.

"As a Prinny, your one goal in afterlife is to atone for your sins so you can...basically pay off your tab. And to atone, you work. You work for whatever Angel or Demon will hire you for whatever pay they're willing to give you doing whatever job they have for you. Once you've worked long enough, hard enough, and feel genuine remorse for all you've done? You get to reincarnate with the Joe Schmoes. Total clean slate, new body, new mind, whole new you." She smirks and pulls an extremely thick scroll with Showtime's name written at the top in flowing script, "And you've built up quite the tab for such a young soul."

Oh. Oh god no.

"Also you explode if someone throws you. It doesn't kill you or anything, but it's not exactly fun," she shrugs, "could be worse, though. I mean, you picked a pretty good Netherworld to spend your damnation in. We've got, like, Unions and shit."

Showtime just barely manages to shake herself out of her near-catatonic state, "And, uh...what does me not saying "dude" have to do with that?"

Val-whatever his name was once again takes the stage, ""A Prinny must always end the final sentence in their current dialogue box with 'dood', that spelling specifically, or else face grave consequences, unless circumstances render it impossible to do so." The first of many lessons you will learn here. As I'm sure you've noticed, a newly created Prinny does not automatically know how to be a Prinny. Your movements, your magic, the behavior expected of you all of these things and more must be taught! And as your assigned Instructor, it is my duty and privilege to ensure that your entry into Prinny society is as smooth and painless as possible, as I do with every damned soul that passes through these halls."

Aaaand there's the catatonia again.

"Now come along, miss Showtime. If my watch is correct, it's nearly time for Orientation, and I will not tolerate tardiness from either of us."

[shockersalvage]

Danganronpa Togami Cast Designs Interpretations - Male Togami Siblings Edition

Time to get to the other designs for the Male sibling side of this facked up Togami family!~ Made by Novel AI generation. DISCLAIMER: This is just what I think the cast of DRT looks like. Having any other interpretation is super fine! Go nuts! It’s valid!

Ichiro Togami

“Now this guy was pretty much gotten in one go. I gave him, and the other ‘Ro Bros, black hair from Saburo’s possibly innuendo comment. From there, aside from giving him usual dress pants/shirt, opted for a labcoat and mask to highlight his ‘Surgeon’ talent.”

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Jiro Togami

“Also pretty much gotten in one go. I figured Jiro would be the the type to a wear a gi regardless of what kind of event he popped up in. Honestly, this design works pretty well...barring the issue with his hand on the right. If you don’t notice, please, don’t look too deep in it!~”

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Saburo Togami

(takes a long swig of Vanilla Coke)

“This...this AI struggles quite hard ot make plus sized people I tell ya. He’s one of the few I had to do constant generations to get...something decent! I think this is the cutest we’ll ever get from Saburo. Anywho, gave him robes since I feel that’s what he would wear since he’s inside all the dang time. He’s pissed to ref his short temper”

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Shiro Togami

“Problem with Bro. 4 is that I constantly found the AI either making him look too much like Ichiro or too older. Eventually managed to get it to a good point. My thoughts of for his look would be someone who, like Asagao, while he does pass in terms of upstanding look, he takes it upon himself to have his own style that deviates from his family. Silver chain is a reference to his silver rank.“

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Mitsuzo Togami

“The AI wanted a twink or a hunk, but I just wanted a nervous nerdy man! So...nervous nerdy man! Hair is a reference to Takaya whose hair is brown. A green suit just fits him to me, you know?”

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Takaya Togami

“Oh, this little psycho. AI pretty much got in one go. Instead of a jacket, gave him a green vest as a reference to his brother. He looks so friendly here...but it’s just an act!~”

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Wasuke Togami

“Wasuke - another in the no description department. With his design, I gave him green hair since his dream always felt like it came from a place of envy towards his other siblings. His white suit and black tie (which he stuck in his shirt for some reason) is an intentional contrast. Dude sees himself in the right, but in truth his heart is pretty black.”

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Yusuke Togami

(down that bottle down faster)

“L-listen...I fucking HATE Yusuke even more now. I just wanted to make him a bitter redhead! Same as Asagao! Simple, right? WRONG! The AI either kept making him too young...or too hot!!! Or even genderbent him! So much anlas down the drain just trying to get this guy right! So, fack it! He’s bald now! He’s a bald drunk! He lost his hair as well as his taste! Fack Yusuke!”

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Overall, I really enjoyed making the Togami Siblings! They’re an underrated bunch of psychos and jerks, with a few sweethearts mixed in. I hope at least a few of these designs ended up being favorites of you guys as well! Next up, we’ll be getting into the Hosts/Staff of the Legacy Crown Championship!~

[stonedstr8]

TOKE 'N STROKE

"Ads are getting so damn invasive." Lucas thought to himself, clicking skip on yet another pointless car commercial interrupting the video essay he was watching. "You think the algorithm would know its audience by now, I'm too gay to drive!"

He laughed a little bit at the joke, running a hand through his soft, bleached blonde hair. He was the epitome of a high-maintenance twink, with his smooth, hairless body and perfect sense of style. He was smart too and liked to boast about it, with a scholarship for his English Lit degree and being made President of his university's LGBT Chapter, which he was hoping to use as a stepping stone to become Student Body President next year.

Leaning back again in his chair he reached for his cellphone, seeing a text from his boyfriend Alex.

Alex: "Hey cutie, still busy with finals this weekend, but have time for a dinner date Sunday night?"

He smiled to himself, giving an eager text back to set it up, and to wish him well on his upcoming exams. "Ugh, I need to start studying too, Monday's going to be one hell of a final... I'll focus on it and head to the library after this video and-"

Just like that, his train of thought was interrupted again by a stupid ad, this time some obnoxious psychedelic visuals and a bad electric guitar riff blared out of his monitor. It startled him so badly that he seized up for a second, accidentally clicking the ad and being brought to their store page. "Broski's Bud's, one stop ship and shop for weed strains to fix your brain..." He rolled his eyes at the cringe marketing, getting ready to close the tab when a pop-up opened trying to tell him all about a deal he 'wouldn't want to miss out on'. "No thanks, stupid site, you can keep your Bro Buds or whatever to yourself." but every time he hit X on the popup another would open, being more and more insistent each time about new deals, until finally a desperate '90% OFF AND SPECIAL STARTER KIT AS A BONUS WITH YOUR FIRST PURCHASE' filled his screen. "FINE," he scoffed at his computer, "I'll take a look at the stupid site. My therapist suggested I try out weed to help lessen my anxiety anyways, so might as well get a good deal on it..."

Clicking the pop-up added the 'starter kit' to his cart, it was a pack of pre-rolled blunts and some sort of mystery box, but the description didn't help him understand it much either. "Get ready to step into the zone and open ur mind with this one bros, Broski's Buds bestselling strain, Toke 'n Stroke, is sure to change your life by stimulating a high never felt before! This isn't your sissy uncle's strain, this shit puts hair on your chest like a real man!"

"God this is so cringe, I bet they get all kinds of business marketing to the dumb jocks in town, no wonder their brains are mush. Still, it's just weed and for $20 I might as well give it a try, I probably won't find it cheaper anywhere else..." sitting in thought about it for a few seconds, Lucas finally filled in his payment info and placed his order, getting a free upgrade to same-day delivery since they seem to have a storefront a few miles from his apartment.

"Well, there goes my library plans I guess, I'll have to wait around for delivery since my package will probably get swiped otherwise..." Lucas sighed, turning off his computer and plopping down onto the couch, picking up his Switch to play Animal Crossing and kill time.

A few hours passed and the sky got dark before finally a long buzz came from his intercom. "Took them long enough, it's nearly 9pm!" he complained, putting his jacket on to head downstairs. When he got down there the delivery guy had already gotten into his car again, driving away and leaving Lucas to carry the package back upstairs all on his own. It was bigger than he expected, taking both hands to lift it and keep it stable. "Jesus, this thing must weight like 40 pounds! What did they put in here?"

After a bit of struggling and the occasional break to catch his breath, Lucas pushed his package into the living room, collapsing on the floor next to it for a while. "After that workout I'm surprised I don't look like the douchebags around campus." he laughed to himself, bouncing up to get a box cutter and pry his package open. After taking the carton of pre-rolled blunts out, he started into the box with a bit of confusion and disgust, pulling things out one after the other.

"A sleeveless tank top that says 'Toke 'n Stroke Bro'... A pair of douchey sunglasses... Some red gym shorts, socks and slides... Ew, a snapback saying 'Who ate all the pussy?', why the fuck would anyone wear this!... And 2 dumbbells, no wonder this thing was so heavy! All of this is useless shit that's gonna end up in a donation bin now, I'll have to drop this trashy stuff off tomorrow on my way to the library... But hey, at least the weed seems fine, smells... potent." He said, tossing everything back into the box and taking a whiff of one of the blunts.

Kicking back on the couch again, he played with the blunt in his hand for a while before finally having the courage to light it up, taking a hit. Immediately he started coughing, not used to the sensation, but it did make his brain start to feel... fuzzy. "Damn, okay I need to push past it and get used to it." he said, lighting up for another hit of the blunt, this time barely a cough escaping his throat, feeling suspiciously more used to it. Then another, and another, until finally the whole blunt was gone. Sitting in his daze for a while, he enjoyed the sensation of his mind drifting around experiencing the high, his anxiety melting away as if he didn't have a care in the world. Eventually he decided to try and get up, but his body slumped over off the couch and hitting the floor, the room fading to black...

...

When Lucas finally came to again, the first thing that hit him was the strong smell of weed floating around in the air. "Damn bro, did I smoke the whole set or what..." he laughed groggily, getting ready to stretch out and get back to laying on the couch before he was startled by the sound of moaning blasting from his TV, eyes shooting open in confusion. On the screen, two busty lesbians were making out, them taking turns groping each others boobs and fingering each other. "What the fuck bro, how long has this been on?" he cursed, nervous that the neighbors nextdoor might have heard it playing as he started desperately looking for the remote.

When he couldn't find it in the cushions, he got up from the couch only to be met with his feet kicking a bunch of empty beer cans. "Dude, there's gotta be 2 dozen thrown all over the floor, did I have a party or something? I don't even know anyone who drinks beer..." he mumbled, going to scratch his head in confusion, but was even more confused when instead of his hair he felt a hat on top of his head. "Huh?" he thought, as he looked down at the floor again, noticing that instead of his skinny jeans and converse he was now wearing the socks and slides from the box, along with the sleeveless tank top and the shorts too. He stumbled his way to the bathroom door still baked out of his mind, mouth dropping open at his reflection in the full-length mirror in front of him.

"Broooo, am I dreaming or what the fuckkkk is going on" he said in disbelief. No more was the cute, pale twink he used to be staring back at him. Instead, a douchey bro he didn't recognize was standing face to face with him. Tanned skin, pillowy muscles, his once blonde hair turned into a brown buzz cut and with that stupid "Who ate all the pussy?" hat slapped over it. He touched his face, feeling along his chin where his once smooth skin now had a rougher texture, and a trashy chinstrap sprouted from his jawline. He slapped his face a few times in his daze, trying to wake up from the dream and growing more confused each time nothing changed.

Turning around and staggering back to his living room to try and make sense of what's going on, it hit him that he barely recognizes the room anymore. His apartment used to be perfectly maintained and well-decorated, now there was beer cans all over the floor, along with dirty socks and cummed-in underwear, greasy pizza boxes and chip bags all over the table and counter, the decorations on his walls had been torn down and replaced with posters of chicks in bikinis and sports teams, his Switch replaced with an X-Box and a stack of COD games next to it, DVD cases of trashy bro-comedies were thrown around near the TV too... Then the smell hit him, it STUNK in here, like a sickening mixture of weed, cheap body spray, and sour BO wafting in a heat around the room. "Bro, it fucking reeks in here... Or wait..." he mumbled as he gave himself a whiff, "I fucking reek!"

After a bit of stunned silence he finally started to process things in his brain again. How the fuck did he get like this, was any of this even real, and how does he get back to normal? He plopped back onto the couch, picking up his phone to see he had a handful of missed texts and calls from his boyfriend before noticing the time... 2:00pm. On Sunday. He had somehow been blacked out for 2 whole nights, with no memory of anything that had happened. While getting ready to call his boyfriend back, Lucas felt his insides rumbling and at first he thought it was from the munchies because of all the weed, but then he realized "Oh bro, all that double-cheese pizza is really gonna fucking..."

*PHRRRBBBTTT!*

His body instinctively lifted its leg as it pushed out the loudest and most obnoxious fart he'd ever ripped in his life, as his body seemed to react on its own, letting out an immature laugh and wafting the air before muttering "Fuck yeah bro, smells like victory!" He leaned back into the couch, remembering he needed to call Alex, but the loud moaning on the TV caught him off guard again. This time he locked eyes with the screen, the cock in his shorts immediately bulging and straining at the sight of the lesbian porn before him. "I really need to turn this shit off and get whatever's going on sorted out..." he thought, but he realized he couldn't move his hand to reach for his phone, instead it reacted on its own, reaching down his waistband to pull out his cock and start stroking for the busty babes on TV.

"All I do is Toke 'n Stroke, bro..." a voice in his head seemed to say, except it didn't come from within, he spoke it directly out of his own mouth.

"Wait, I didn't say that bro, it's-" he tried to talk, realizing that his thoughts echoed around stuck in his own head, not even leaving the lips of his own body. He was just stuck there, watching in a dazed horror as he went on autopilot.

"Toke 'n Stroke bro, I'm such a loyal customer Broski's Buds will HAVE to take me as a hype boy this time haha!" his voice spoke again, continuing to stroke for the porn on TV, Lucas's eyes stuck fixed on the screen. Suddenly though, he was interrupted by his phone vibrating, a text from his boyfriend coming through.

Alex: "Hey cutie, I hope everything is alright? You haven't answered my calls or texts in a couple days, I know it's busy with all your studying but we do still have dinner planned for tonight. Still on for me to pick you up at 5?"

"Oh thank God," Lucas thought, reading the message, "I can tell him what's going on and have him come over to help me fix this shit!" Unlocking his phone, Lucas let out a sigh of relief as he got ready to reply, only for his body to still be taken over by whatever douchey daze it was stuck in.

Lucas: "dont u ever come around me u faggy creep, if me or my bros ever catch u within 100 feet of us we'll give u the beating of a lifetime! fuck around n find out if u dare to show ur face here."

Lucas screamed internally as the message was typed out and sent in front of his very eyes, before his hand moved to block his boyfriend's number and turn his phone off. "Something is seriously fucking wrong with me bro, I need to-"

*PHHRRRRBBBTTTTTT*

Another obnoxious and sickening fart blasted out of his ass, filling the room and breaking Lucas's thoughts down into a daze again, as he felt around under the couch for something before pulling a sweaty, well-used fuck toy of a girls ass and pussy up from the mess.

As Lucas once again locked eyes with the TV, he took another hit from his dwindling blunt stash, finishing up the last one. After throwing what was left onto the floor, he prepared the fuck toy and slid it right down onto his cock, starting to bounce the toy up and down as he edged himself closer to finishing.

"If I can't figure out a way to snap out of this, I'm so fucked..." he thought, as his voice spoke again. "Toke 'n Stroke bro, this chick is soooo getting fucked!" He moaned, as he shot his thick load into the toy, feeling some of his braincells permanently shoot out with it, sloppily wiping the mess on the cushion next to him as he laid back, feeling his insides start to bubble again.

Lucas had a lot of Bro Time to catch up on, but luckily his new favorite weed strain was making sure that he was a captive audience until he was fully converted and assimilated into just another Bro.

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Weekly Recap | August 8th-28th

Heyyyyyy everyone! Can’t believe summer is almost over :( Sooo this time my excuse for skipping a few weeks is being busy, seeing friends, etc etc, but also I somehow managed to fall back into Twilight 😆 

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💙 Nothing Said by alby_mangroves/ @artgroves, theemdash/ @theemdash (Post-Endgame | 8K | Mature): There’s always been another war, another reason for Steve to keep his feelings to himself and keep moving on. For all his wishes to do things differently, he never figured out how. Which is why following Fury to the moon, passing on the shield, and leaving Bucky to discover himself seemed like the right answer. When Steve gets caught in a force field surrounding a crumbling civilization, he starts to realize everything he thought was wrong.

💙 i could have chained your heart to a star by PanoramicSubDrop/ @koiponderingart, powerfulowl (StuckyFlangst)/ @stuckyflangst (Canon divergent, Post-TFA | 16K | Explicit): Steve Rogers came out of the ice in 1965. Almost thirty years later he discovered Bucky Barnes had survived, and it seemed like a chance for a new beginning. But when Bucky say that he doesn't want Steve in his life anymore, Steve has to forge a life without Bucky. Now, in 2025, two aging supersoldiers find themselves back in Brooklyn, reconnecting.

💙 There is a Tavern in the Town by musette22/ @musette22 (Evanstan RPF | 10K | Explicit): It's 2011, and Chris and Sebastian are in the UK, filming for Captain America: The First Avenger. One evening, they head to a local pub for a pint and end up talking about the upcoming Bar Scene. Seb suggests they practice. 

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💙 Okay, so he can play… (pretty’s got nothing to do with it) by darter_blue/ @darter-blue​ (University Hockey AU | 4/10 | 21K | Explicit): This is supposed to be Steve’s year. He’s meant to be taking his team to finals. He’s meant to be the number one draft pick. He’s meant to have it all. Until in walks the new kid, with his beautiful face and his tiny shoulders and his long hair and his graceful skating. Who doesn’t look anything like a proper hockey player. Who’s going to ruin everything. Bucky Barnes is about to bring Steve Roger’s world crashing down. And Steve is about to realise that’s a good thing.Maybe the best thing that ever happened to him.

💙 hey now, you’re an all star (get your game on, go play) by buckyismybicycle/ @buckyismybicycle​ (NHL Hockey AU | 2/? | 6K | Explicit): Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong.

This is (not) a Ghost Story [COMIC] by PottersPink/ @potterspink (Post-WS | 6/31 | General): Steve moves into a haunted house. Well — everyone else is convinced it’s haunted, anyways.

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💙 Love Me Tender Like What Keeps You Well by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic​ (Historical A/B/O AU | 24K | Explicit): Steve Rogers, an alpha, widow, retired army captain, and master of the Allaheim estate, is happy to welcome new neighbors next to his manor in his pleasant little village of York. He hopes to gain new friends to brighten up his lonely life, and ends up getting much more than he bargained for when he meets the son of his new neighbor, James.

💙 As You Seep On In And Keep Me Down by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic​ (Shrunkyclunks AU | 8K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes is a man of many names.But first and foremost, he’s an ass man. He likes his guys small, able to be bent in half when he fucks them. He likes being bigger, being in control, likes crowding little twinks up and wrecking them so thoroughly they cry.But he makes the wrong judgement when he first sees Steve in a bar; Steve’s all height, wide shoulders and muscle, clearly wouldn’t want the things that Bucky wants. It isn’t until he sees Steve shrink up from rejection, sees how pretty his cheeks look in an embarrassed flush, that he realizes that Steve is everything he wants.It’s a good thing, too, when Steve gives him a second chance because if he hadn’t, Bucky would have missed out on the meal of his life.

💙 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic​ (Stardew Valley AU | 49K | Explicit): Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that. (Part 1 of Stardew Valley AU)

💙 oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic​ (Stardew Valley AU | 10K | Explicit): Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them. (Part 2 of Stardew Valley AU)

💙 Blooming Under the Dappled Light by thiccbuckybarnes/ @thiccbuckybarnesfic​ (Historical AU, False Identity | 52K | Explicit): Despite being the son of a gentleman, James "Bucky" Barnes could scarcely allow himself the hope of one day being tied to another in happy matrimony. In a society where the first-born children are revered and inherit all of a family's wealth, last-born Bucky feels trapped in a life he did not ask for.When he makes the drastic decision to run away and become a tutor for a wealthy family, he is hoping to save enough pennies to someday have a dowry and be worthy for marriage despite his disposition. What he is not anticipating, however, is falling into the rough and skilled hands of his employer, the rakish widow Lord Steven Rogers.

💙 G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners by OhCaptainMyCaptain/ @ohcaptainmycaptain1918​ (Modern AU, Childhood Friends | 100K | Explicit): They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.

[youryanderedaddy]

I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

[randomshenaniganery]

Differences in Howl’s Moving Castle book and movie characters

Most of the characters are not themselves anymore

Sophie is not outspoken and she only gets emotionally in like particularly stressful moments. She’s very calm and for some reason is like immediately into Howl lol

Book Sophie although she was very shy and timid when she lost her inhibitions because of the curse she went all the fucking way. Like that one guy I was too shy to talk to I will now scream at because he’s a mess and I’m a mess too. She has no awareness you’d have to hit her with a brick to understand a hint, she has magic and uses it without knowing about it constantly, talks to things to relieve stress

Mikael (i hate the spelling but for some reason its like this???) he’s pretty meh, a child literally. 

Michael Fisher, a love struck hard working stressed out foil of Howl. He’s doing his best okay be careful of the pure bean.

Howl Pendragon/Jenkins this guy is like very chill and dramatic but in a super low key way which is why the hair scene was so weird for me even when I didn’t read the books yet because it just felt out of place. 

Howell Jenkins (howl pendragon) you know from the fucking start that he is THE dramatic hoe and he does not hide it. He never broke character and he never tried to be the cool guy in front of sophie because in a way he was honest about his personality instead of pretending to look better. 

Witch of the waste a standard ghibli villain ngl she turned good? or just old at the end idk

Witch of the waste (book) oh yeah no she died, she’s super smart pretended to be a teacher and all that, gloated about killing someone that the book had introduced earlier, put on red hair after they cursed sophie

Wizard Suliman?? Pentstemon?? they merged suliman and ms pentstemon into one character. I hate it. 

Bejamin Sullivan (wizard Suliman) is pretty strong, a good boi, kinda whipped for lettie but who can blame him? rip he was either a dog or part of a decapitated body for most of the book

Ms Pentstemon Ben’s and Howell’s teacher, the person who revealed sophie had powers lol, also revealed that sophie put a spell on howl’s clothes, she died RIP

The dog he’s just a dog Percival (The dog); Is a mix of the prince of Ingary and Wizard Suliman (also I love how Howl is a fanboy of the arthurian legends he gave himself the last name of king arthur and he named his kid morgan and the dog percival i love this stupid dork) 

Lettie Hatter a blonde in a shop that has like what three minutes or screen time??

Lettie Hatter a talented smart witch with a sharp tongue, long dark hair and very ambitious goes against societal expectations, worries over sophie, technically fell in love with a dog but also a man thats a mix of two different people so there’s that, scams a prince at some point as well

Martha Hatter also smitten but smart about it, strong minded, she sus her own mother, wants to have ten children, worries over sophie, a cinnamon bun yeah no they didn’t include her in the movie

Franny Hatter, was worried about sophie briefly, wore a hat, never appeared again

Franny Hatter, single mom of three, was accused of using sophie for money but never was talked about again, is pretty happy with how things turned out, broke what do i do marry the rich duh

calcifer is pretty much the same but he develops less, may your bacon burn

calcifer arms and a heart seeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, stop bullying me, hint hint he doesnt have a heart, give me food, I hope your bacon burns

The King; war hero, outgoing was like in one scene

The King of Ingary; stressed (tm), has like one daughter being threatened, my brother is missing, my royal wizard is probably dead, the candidate for the next royal wizard is trying to fucking escape, I’m at war with another country, i need sleep

Turnip Head prince; is magic and was cursed got cured by sophie, blonde twink

Prince Justin; part of him was in Percival, part of him was in a decapitated body prepared by the witch, was a simp for Lettie ngl, bromance with Sullivan maybe u v u, brother how dare u let my totally not bf go to the wastes im LEAVINg

Turnip head scarecrow; was a spell from Benjamin, is absolutely terrifying, has strong magicks, was an antagonist for a bit, gave sophie a turn, absorbed a skull and started talking, hardcore af