#i think everyone is so taken aback by what i said because I literally turned that proper talk shit off and right back on again

[realpontchartrain]

Again, i have been complimented (by my new roommate) on how I speak irl because I just talk so “proper” and I’m helping her put together the best resume in the world. People kept saying the same about me in jail too. Little do they know about my cemetery dick sucking habits lmao

[jishyucks]

⋆.˚ on a whim — ldh ˚.⋆

‣ pairing: haechan x reader

‣ genre: friends-to-lovers?, fluff

‣ wc: 1.06k

‣ summary: ❝What if… what if I kissed you?❞; alternatively, you impulsively suggest to be your best friend's first kiss

‣ warnings: I wouldn't say it's steamy at the end but it's like,,, sorta detailed

‣ an: this is bc hyuck in glasses makes me want to do backflips (this is literally self-indulgent)

“I’m almost done with this assignment and then after we can watch a movie, sound good to you?” 

You scribbled down a few words, waiting for Donghyuck to respond to your question, but you were returned with a half-assed hum. This catches your attention, mainly because it wasn’t like Donghyuck to be disinterested in a movie. He said once that movie nights were his favourite nights. 

“Hyuck?” you shift your attention from your work to your best friend, brows knitting together. 

Donghyuck’s lying on your bed, eyes looking straight up to the ceiling with an empty expression. You don’t even think he’s blinking. 

“Hyuck.” Your voice is firm, trying to catch his attention. You can’t even see him blinking through his glasses, lips falling into a pout.

“Lee Donghyuck!” 

You finally catch his attention, though all he does is turn his head in your direction, “Yeah? Sorry… I zoned out.” He sits up on your bed, crossing his legs underneath him. 

“I was saying how I’ll just finish this assignment and then we can go on with movie night,” you repeat, “Are you okay? Still up for it?” Your head tilts to the side and Donghyuck has to look away before you cause his heart to arrest. 

“Of course I am, I just…” He bites his bottom lip and blinks at the wheels of your chair.

“Is this about what my friends said earlier?” You frown. In all honesty, you didn’t even want to talk about it because you know your anger issues are going to take over. When Donghyuck fails to give you a reply, you follow the question up, “It is, isn’t it?”

“My feelings are valid,” he retorts stiffly, falling back onto his back, “I know I’m pathetic for not even getting my first fucking kiss at this age but—”

“You’re not pathetic, Hyuck,” you interrupt, angry at how he was putting himself down for something so ridiculous, “Don’t say that. Everyone lives life at their own pace.” You throw a soft punch at his knee and he yelps despite it not hurting. 

“I know, you’ve told me that before, but when it’s pointed out, I see why it’s stupid,” he goes on, “Like not one person has brought themselves to want to kiss me? How pathetic is that?”

Trains of thought begin running through your head and you let the question hang in the air for too long. Far too long that this makes Donghyuck nervous, “You could at least say that it is pathetic instead of not saying any–”

“What if… what if I kissed you?” 

Donghyuck shoots up, “What?”

“What if I kissed you.” You say more confidently, “Then you could say that you kissed someone.”

Donghyuck’s chewing on his lip now, unsure whether or not this would be a good idea, “You’d do that?... Would that even count?” 

“I’ll count it if you do…” You say, “Besides, if you’re okay with it, and I’m okay with it, it counts.” Your legs scooches your chair closer to Donghyuck, almost as if anticipating his answer. 

If Donghyuck was being honest, he liked the idea. It’s not like he’s been waiting for this for the longest time, no… he just thought it was a good idea. And it was you he was going to kiss for god’s sake. He trusted you, he cared about you, he wouldn’t mind if his first kiss was you. Hell, he wanted his first kiss to be you, “Okay.”

You scoot closer so that your knees touch his, “Go whenever you’re ready.”

“O-okay,” Donghyuck’s taken aback by how straight forward you’re being. He nods once and shifts forward in place, leaning forward to bring his face closer to yours, “Okay, I’ll do it now.” 

You can feel his warm breath on your face and it somehow sends you shivers down your neck. The proximity between the two of you is small. It felt like he was doing it on purpose to tease you and you were tempted to be the one who closed the gap between the two of you. 

Donghyuck comes closer and you’re ready to close your eyes, but then he pulls away, “Shit, s-sorry.” He apologizes, “I’m fucking this up, aren’t I?” A frown grows on his lips, worried that he was actually making it awkward between the two of you, just because of a kiss, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You nod, “I’m the one who suggested it, Hyuck.” 

He huffs and nods again. He starts closing in on you. His hands instinctively reach up to grab your face, and at that point you know he’s going to commit to it. Just like earlier, you feel his breath tickle your lips, and before you know it, Donghyuck’s plush lips are pressed up against yours. 

Donghyuck holds back a gasp, holding his lips to yours. For a moment, he’s afraid he’s doing it wrong, unsure whether or not he’s moving his lips correctly, but the second you begin kissing back, hands finding the back of his neck in hopes of finding something to hold onto, a sense of relief washes over him. 

He pulls away to breathe before pushing his mouth back onto yours. The kiss was deep, that was for sure, something he didn’t expect to happen. When you suggested a kiss, he thought you meant something along the lines of a ‘one-two’ and done, not this. But he didn’t mind it. And it seemed like you didn’t either.

In fact, he likes the feeling. There’s a warm feeling growing in his chest the longer the kiss lasts and he couldn’t get enough of it. 

So this was why people did it so often. It felt good.

Donghyuck’s arms slither around your figure, bringing his hands to your back. Then he pulls you closer. And again, you don’t mind. 

And just as he feels your tongue tapping gently on his lips to let him in, Donghyuck feels something sharp scratch the bridge of his nose and it doesn’t take him long to realize that his glasses were getting in the way of everything. 

He pulls back, groaning, out of breath before he rips them off of his face—because, no, he doesn’t care if he can’t see your face. All he wants to do is kiss you. 

“Fuck it,” he mutters before he smashes his lips back onto yours. 

[darkshrimpemotions]

Sometimes I remember everything season 5 gave us and I lose my mind all over again. Like:

Nandor thinking he forgot Guillermo’s birthday so he makes everyone go to dinner to celebrate and then buys Guillermo something he said he wanted to surprise him.

Nandor being extremely jealous of Guillermo’s time and attention.

More Nandor dick lore: not only has Guillermo seen it and given it his stamp of approval, re-designed it, and is all Nandor can think about when he uses it...Guillermo has also now circumcised it. 💀

Nandor going to space to impress Guillermo because he's jealous of all the time he's spending with Laszlo.

Nandor and Guillermo walking home together after the Pride Parade to find their housemates in the midst of an orgy, and Nandor inviting Guillermo to join.

Guillermo being a dad again.

Guillermo saying he loves Nandor the most.

Nandor once again trying to goad Guillermo into defending his importance to Nandor and being visibly taken aback and disappointed when Guillermo doesn't bite.

Nandor being all smitten and dreamy-eyed as he describes Guillermo slaughtering a theatre full of vampires for him like it's a fond memory.

Nandor begging the Baron to show mercy to Guillermo.

Nandor clutching at one of Guillermo’s sweaters like a security blanket and looking distraught at the thought of losing him.

Nandor falling to his knees, holding Guillermo's head so gently in his lap, stroking his hair, crying when he thought he was dead, and arguing that Guillermo was more than just a familiar to him.

Nandor staring sadly out his window wishing Guillermo well, thinking he's lost him forever.

Nandor's face and the way he says Guillermo’s name when Guillermo pops out of his coffin.

The fact that when Guillermo was in danger he ran to the safest place he knew, and it was NANDOR'S COFFIN.

Nandor having a card Guillermo gave him over a decade ago memorized word for word, proving once and for all that he has ALWAYS cared more for Guillermo than is considered seemly for a vampire, even from the very beginning.

Nandor declaring he knows Guillermo better than anyone.

Nandor calling Guillermo "good boy."

The tears in Guillermo’s eyes when he confesses what he did to Nandor, and how afraid he was of hurting him.

Nandor's look of absolute heartbreak when Guillermo confesses that he asked someone else to turn him.

The implications of "you could have asked me!" in the context of the fact that Guillermo hadn't actually brought up his turning to Nandor at all between 3x10 and 5x01 (the implication being if he HAD asked again, Nandor would have done it).

Guillermo finally admitting that being a vampire had become more about being closer to his found family than about vampirism itself for him.

Nandor knowing all along how to get Guillermo to come to him but not using it until he had decided not to kill him.

Nandor forgiving Guillermo for something considered utterly unforgivable, accepting what is considered a massive humiliation, and getting over it for Guillermo’s sake.

Yerno Nandor looking at Guillermo’s baby pictures with his mother-in-law.

Nandor putting his life in Guillermo’s hands and speaking to him in Farsi.

Guillermo instinctively hypnotizing his own mother to protect Nandor.

Nandor inviting Guillermo home with him and declaring he will live with them all as an equal.

Nandor knowing immediately why Guillermo wasn't a vampire, and how to fix it (implying he HAS thought of turning him).

Nandor being so excited at Guillermo’s transformation, quite literally happier than we've ever seen him.

Nandor looking out for Guillermo after his transformation and knowing something was wrong, then revealing he has always feared Guillermo would not thrive as a vampire (essentially reframing his whole attitude toward turning Guillermo all this time).

Nandor giving Guillermo a choice and another chance, creating a whole ceremony for him because he DOES know Guillermo, all while looking sad the entire time and utterly devastated when Guillermo chooses not to remain a vampire.

Nandor breaking the only real taboo for vampires in front of half a dozen witnesses for Guillermo’s sake.

Basically just...absolute confirmation that Nandor loves Guillermo back and has always cared about him.

[splatashahowlett]

Nighttime frenzy part.2

logan howlett x reader

part.1

right now, you envied charles more than anything else. alright, being a telepath is far from being easy, but it's so usefull. if you were a telepath you wouldn't beat yourself over what logan is thinking right now. there wasn't any tension between you but no words were exchanged since you woke up and you felt dumb for even thinking this "so called hatred" could go away over the night.

logan was driving, still silent. you were sat, hugging your legs to your chest, looking out the window. you wanted to hit him in the face. you put your pride aside last night for his own comfort and he couldn't even do the same when came the morning.

"you are one snobbish asshole." you said, keeping your gaze on the landscape. you heard him scoff. "excuse me?" he said, taken aback.

"you're not putting any efforts in making things better" you replied, refusing to turn your head in his direction.

"because you are?" he impugned which caused your jaw to drop at his impertinence.

"I literally hugged you!" you scrieched, bewildered by his boldness. you wanted to strangle him

"after throwing a fucking waterbucket at my face!" he yelled back

"oh you've got some nerve" you said with a venom tainted tone. "stop the car" you said firmly. but he didn't. "I told you to stop the car logan" you warned.

"or what? you're gonna jumped out the window?" he mocked. this was your last straw, you gripped the steering wheel and made a turn on the right, forcing logan to hit the brakes. it's while you were doing it that you realized it wasn't a smart decision. the truck almost left the road but logan gained back the control of the vehicle before it was too late. you froze, knowing logan was mad. you slowly turned your head toward him, both on mute.

"everything is your fault, you hated me first" you accused him before he could blame you for almost causing an accident.

"who told you that?" he asked genuinely confused.

"come on; you roll your eyes at my jokes, refuse any help from me, complain when you are assigned to a mission with me and always hit harder when I say something that's pissing you off" you shouted while doing large gestures with your hands.

"I act this way with everyone! you just took it personally because you're a self-centered idiot" he argued, baffled.

"well maybe I did take it personally but you can't blame me!" you screamed, sticking your finger in his face.

without any second thoughts logan grabbed your extended arm and pulled you on his lap to kiss you messily. you couldn't comprehend what was happening so your body took over and kissed him back just as passionately. you were missing air but couldn't care less. logan broke the kiss abruptly. "you almost got us killed" was the first thing he pronounced.

"is it physically hurting you if you don't blame me for something every minute of your miserable existence?" you raised your eyebrows. logan chuckled and kissed you again, this time much gently; you could feel him smile in the kiss. this time it was your turn to break the kiss.

"you really do have some nerve, you know? what I did last night was everything but usual for me" you put your hands on his torso, keeping him from shutting you up by kissing you.

"I know sweetheart, I'm grateful for what you did" he answered. you squinted your eyes, taking in what he had just said; logan, grateful? you were apparently taking too long for logan who grabbed your hands with one of his while the other one came on your cheek to kiss you.

"let's not hate each other, it's not fun anymore" he said in the kiss, his voice muffled by your lips. you only nodded and got up to lead him to the bed, lips still glued to each others'.

logan pushed you on the bed and almost instinctively placed his hands on your waist. you wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping him from leaving.

"is it enough efforts for you?" he joked.

"shut the fuck up already" you said, desperatly. your hands roaming on every inch of his back and arms. logan took that as his cue to take both your shirts off. his kisses weren't only offered to your mouth but also to your collarbone now. he ravished your neck, your covered breast, your stomach and took advantage of his position to unbutton your trousers. he looked up and asked "is this okay?". you nodded and he threw your jeans on the floor, leaving you in your underwear.

his lips were now on the inside of your thighs, teasing you fiercly. you were going crazy, your breathing got quicker and quicker and your hand flew to his head, burying itself in his hair.

"do something already" you commanded, causing logan to chuckle and blow some air on your core, making you shiver. logan slowly got rid of your panties and didn't wait a second more to start eating you out. his tongue was doing wonders and you couldn't help but press his head further down wich resulted in logan's nose tickling your clit. you let out a soft moan, logan seemed to enjoy it, you felt him smirk against you. when you looked down, he was already looking at you in a way that made your heart beat even faster. that's when he pushed two fingers in you; satisfied by the sight before him of your face mirroring the pleasure he was giving you.

each time you thought he would stop to catch his breath he proved you wrong, you never thought you would be attracted to older guys but if they all come with that much skills and experience you may have to get into it. but deep down you knew that you could only take that much pleasure with logan. what was the use of lying to yourself about hating him when he is devouring you in the back of a shitty camping car in the middle of nowhere. you let out a little laugh laced with a moan at the situation. logan didn't have the time to make fun of it that you approached your climax and let him know by moaning endlessly and gripping his hair even harder than before.

logan led you through your orgasm by increasing the pace of his fingers and groaning which made your whole lower body vibrate.

your hand was positioned on his stomach, slowly rising and lowering to the rythm of his breathing. your eyes were locked on his face, taking benefit of his sleeping state to observe him. something he wouldn't let you do if he was aware of it...

"quit it bub" he growled, surprising you. you grabbed his face with your hand and peppered him with kisses. this kind of affection wasn't conventional for logan but he figured he would let you do those kind of things in the future if it made you happy. maybe he could give it back to you? logan opened his eyes and unexpectedly pushed you on your back by grabbing you by the waist. he was now on top of you, amused at your dumbfounded expression.

you were waiting for him to make some snarky remarks or tell you to stop being silly but at your biggest stupefaction he also peppered kisses all over your face. you laughed and tried to push him away playfully.

you couldn't believe how much had changed in five days. but you would do it all over again. yes, even pratically crashing the truck.

[aothotties]

How they help you get over someone

| Eren | Armin | Reiner | Jean|

Word count: 1016

Warnings: Levi is in his 30s, car sex, mating press, pet names (mama), squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

“But i just feel so dumb, im literally so stupid” you huffed to your gym buddy, Levi as you spotted him.

He finished his set then sat up and turned towards you 

“Y/N, you're so young. You're going to make mistakes plus you're a girl. No ones mad at you for believing what he said to you and having sex with him” he said plainly 

You always vented to Levi when you were upset and he always found a way to give you great advice and help you through everything. Him being older made it easier to trust him because you felt like he was grown grown and had it all together

“I'm mad at myself. I feel like I'm too old to still fall for the same bullshit I fell for in highschool. Were you like me at my age?” you stated as tears threatened to spill from your eyes

“ I was worse” , he responded, “don't feel bad about it. Its a normal thing for you to be upset that he fucked you then never spoke to you again, youre not the problem. Any woman, no matter what age, would be upset about that. I mean there's some succubuses out there that just smash everyone and don't feel a thing, but most women aren't like that”

You couldn't lie, levi always reassured you and made you feel better about making regular human choices and never allowed you to beat yourself up for making mistakes

You both finished your workout and left the gym. He walked out next to you and made sure you were safe in the parking lot because it was late at night. You stopped at the car and he pulled you into a hug

“You'll be alright, mama. Don't be so hard on yourself” he said and you buried your face in his chest and began to cry 

Even though his words made you feel better you were still sad. He rubbed your back and let you get it all out and refused to let go until you finished crying

You pulled away and wiped your tears on your shirt

“Thank you, i really appreciate you, Levi” you said to him once you composed yourself

“Dont worry about it, i'm always here if you need me” he responded.

You stared up at him completely enamored. You had the strongest feelings for him and had them for a while. You tried sleeping with that other guy thinking it would help you get over him but it clearly didn't work. You just ended up sad and crying in his arms which strengthened your feelings. You were convinced Levi didn't feel the same and you were too sacred to say anything in fear that it would ruin the friendship you have

“Aye aren't you glad you asked me to be your gym partner”, he said trying to change the subject

“yeah , i guess” you laughed as you responded 

“You guess? You know you wanted to be like me, that's why you approached me and asked for my help” he nudged you a little bit as he teased 

“That definitely not the reason i approached you but yeah let's go with that” you told on yourself before you even had the chance to realize it

He looked down at you and smirked as he nodded, “ yeah i know”

He confirmed in that moment that he knew exactly how you felt about him and apparently he felt the same because he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you towards his car

Levi drove a nice white tesla and you had been dying to see the inside 

He had you in the back seat folded completely in half as he pressed his weight onto you 

His dick was reaching so far inside you that your mind went blank. All you could do was moan his name while he fucked you at a steady pace.

Sweat rolled down his abs as he was sliding in and out of your dripping wet pussy. He was mesmerized by the way you were sucking him in. He was also taken aback at how good your body looked folded under him.

Sometimes at the gym he would make slick comments about your ass but you never realized it was his way of telling you he felt the same.

“Fuck Levi, r-right there. Im gonna cum baby” you whined as you grabbed his biceps 

His pace didn't change and he continued to fuck you all the way to your peak

“Mmhmm mama, cum for me” he said as he watched your face contort in pleasure

Your high flooded over you and you came hard all over his thick cock. You felt bad that you squirted on his perfectly clean seats but he couldn't care less. He wanted to see you cum for him over and over again and didn't care about what happened to his car.

He never let up and kept going until you came for him multiple times. Each time you came a mantra of praises left his lips. 

His pace became more erratic as he came close to his climax. You could feel his dick throbbing inside you as he was about to cum

“ gonna cum inside you mama, f-fill you up real good” he stated between deep grunts

He slammed into you hard one last time then you felt as his hot thick cum spilled inside you. He slid out and watched as it pooled out of you but he quickly pushed it back in with his fingers.

You both threw your clothes on and you stepped out of his car and wobbled as you tried to stand up straight. He laughed at you and shook his head. He put his arm around you and walked you to your car 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead 

“Best cardio i've ever done” he stated as he opened the door for you 

You hopped in your car and deleted the other guy's number knowing damn well he did not match up to Levi in any way.

[amandabbbbb]

omg can you write Sarah best friend!reader, and rafe and reader pretend to hate each other in front of all they’re friends but behind close doors they are like friends with benefits

this is kinda different from what you asked! hope you still like <3 rafe teases reader a ton bc he wants her sooo bad idk i added a little smut so I guess that’s a warning!!!!!

“gimme that back, rafe!” you shouted.

“y/n, if you keep drinking, you will be a fucking mess like you always are,” rafe said in a sarcastic tone, snatching the drink out of your hand.

“sarah, tell him to give it back to me. your brother’s the worst,” you exclaimed.

you never understood why he was always so mean to you but never to your other friends. sarah and all your friends laughed at how much rafe would annoy you. it was like you and rafe’s weird friendship had become a norm that everyone was used to and would laugh at. he never wanted to be mean to you, but he literally couldn’t help it. rafe found you so pretty and cute, just the lovely, kind girl who was attached to sarah’s hip. he never knew how to approach you. his shyness turned into meanness every time he was in your presence.

“don’t you have your own pool, y/n? seriously, all your tanning oil is clogging up our drains!” he actually loved the tanning oil that would make your perfect skin glisten when he would watch you roll around in the sun, trying to hide his hard on.

topper laughed, “why are you always so mean to y/n? she’s literally the nicest out of all of sarah’s friends!”

rafe rolled his eyes, knowing deep down he was only mean to you because he couldn’t have you. you thought he was so dumb and annoying, but cute.

sarah went to bed. you couldn’t sleep, kind of annoyed by the way rafe was treating you. he was always mean to you, but extra mean today. you were mean to him too, but never could keep up with his cruelty. you stayed up watching your favorite show, jersey shore.

“this snooki girl is just as annoying as you, y/n!” he said as he threw himself down on the couch a little too close to you.

“rafe, i think i’m running out of shut ups to throw at you,” you replied.

the silence in the big tannyhill living room became awkward.

“you know i like you, y/n?” he blurted out.

you laughed, “you’re kinda funny sometimes, you know that?”

“no, i’m fucking serious. i want you so bad,” rafe stated with a strict look.

for a moment, you were taken aback. his eyes bore into yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. you realized he wasn’t joking. your heart raced, and you could feel the tension building between you two.

“okay, this is… weird. what about sarah?” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“i don’t give a fuck about sarah,” rafe said angrily.

before you could say anything else, rafe leaned in and kissed you. it was rough at first, a release of all the pent-up frustration and desire.

his hands roamed over your body, tugging at your clothes impatiently. you helped him, eager to feel his skin against yours. when he finally pushed himself inside you, it was raw and passionate, a collision of need and longing. you gasped at the sensation, your nails digging into his back as he moved inside you.

“rafe,” you whispered, your voice filled with need.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured against your skin.

afterward, you lay next to him, both of you breathing heavily.

“you’re not so bad when you’re not being a dick, rafe,” you teased.

he rolled his eyes, pulling you closer, not wanting to let go of you. “yeah, well, maybe this changes a few things.”

[desertfangs]

Just thinking about that bit in DM where it says that seeing Armand truly angry is rare but Daniel is 100% into it. “How he loved this anger, his knees went from under him.”

Literally everyone else: *gets understandably terrified whenever Armand is pissed*

Daniel: “yep I’m hard” 🙂‍↕️

I hope you'll forgive me, anon, because I know you sent this a while ago and I saw it while my brain was freshly mashed from work and said 'I will come back to this' and then promptly forgot about it. 😅 You have my apologies, because hot damn, this is an amazing thing to call out?? So thank you! I'd kind of forgotten it.

Here is the quote from Queen of the Damned:

Why the urgency of the command when the hand that pulled him forward was so strong? Such a rare thing to see Armand truly angry. Ah, how Daniel loved this anger! His knees went out from under him. He felt himself lifted. And then the soft velvet of the back seat of the car spread out under him. He fell over on his hands. He closed his eyes.

This is when Armand finally comes for Daniel in Chicago, and he's so happy to see him that he thinks for a second he's imagining it! Which... god, I just love them so much.

I think you're right that Daniel is a little turned on by Armand being angry (Daniel Molloy being horny for this angry fanged monster is how he rolls), but he also just appreciates the intensity of Armand in a way I think maybe others don't always. Lestat, for example, is often taken aback by the intensity of Armand's anger (and other emotions).

But the other thing I think is going on here is that Armand is very often stoic. He keeps his expression unreadable and blank. He holds in his emotions and I think this is doubly true when Armand is upset or mad.

Daniel, over the years, has obviously seen the range of them--he's seen Armand cry, he's seen him rage and laugh and be excited and angry. But I think Armand still tends to hold things in and I think that can be frustrating, because Daniel can't read his mind and doesn't know what he's thinking. So getting Armand to show his emotions probably always feels like something of a victory. I imagine when they fight, Daniel feels like he's beating against a brick wall until Armand finally cracks.

In this particular case, Armand finding Daniel and being visibly angry is sort of a relief. He's not holding back. He's emotional and he's angry because Daniel put himself in danger, because he loves him and had to track him down while immortals are being exploded by some mysterious force left and right. The anger means he's not being rigid and unreadable, but open.

Anyhow, that is me rambling, but yes, I think Daniel does like his displays of emotion and that he would happily take his anger that over the Impassive Statue Act any day... err, night.

Thank you so much for the ask, anon, I love when y'all send me little bits from DM that have burrowed into your mind. Please keep doing it.

[krispycreamcake]

If you killed someone in the Sakamaki household (part 2)

Laito Sakamaki

🃏- Ok so Laito might be the most complicated to explain so far, so bare with me I beg

🃏- He'd find it amusing that you managed to actually bring yourself to kill someone, especially a vampire

🃏- He'd use this person's death to teach you a thing or two about "discipline"

🃏- And to further dig into that, he'd basically use it as a way to show dominance over you

🃏- An example of this could be him slicing your neck enough to draw blood but not deep enough to kill you, while simultaneously feeding off of you

🃏- Seeing as he's the closest with Ayato, compared to the rest of his brothers, I don't think it'd bother him that much to be honest

🃏- He'd definitely be taken aback but like I said, find it somewhat entertaining

🃏- And remember that thing I said about him disciplining you?

🃏- He'd make sure you remember your place as prey

🃏- But internally, he'd wonder why you didn't kill him, which in turn would bring up a lot of unwanted questions

🃏- He'd question whether or not you actually might have feelings for him because of this seeing as that's the only possible outcome

🃏- On the opposite side of things, he might think that you murdered one of his brothers just to torment and spite him

🃏- And I say this because it's canon that he does crave death

🃏- So he might think that you're secretly torturing him, playing mind games

🃏- And if we go back a bit to him questioning if you really do have feelings for him

🃏- He'll think your pathetic or slow witted seeing as how he thinks he's "broken" and no longer can be his authentic self

🃏- He'll also consider the possibility that he might also be next and question your motives

🃏- He'd slowly come to dislike you because of this and other factors as well

🃏-For one, he'd wonder why this was bugging him so much and he'd try to force your motives out of you and your true intentions

🃏- This will have a domino effect which will then cascade into him reevaluating himself and thinking about how you both may be similar in a sense

🃏- Give me like a quick second to explain

🃏- By him feeling the need to "reveal" yourself and why you did what you did, he's then hit with the realization that he too hides behind a facade to trick others

🃏- In any case if he finds out you killing his brother is as simple as you being driven past insanity like he originally thought, he'll find himself a bit pathetic for delving into something so trivial as deep as he did

🃏- If it was maybe Ayato that you killed by chance, he'd be a bit devastated honestly

🃏- Him and Ayato are definitely close despite their hatred towards one another

🃏- Would probably lock himself in his room but knowing Laito, he'd pretend to be okay even if he wasn't

🃏- He'd feel as if Ayato was still yet to help him from back then and now he'll never have the opportunity to prove himself as the big brother he once knew

🃏- If you killed Yui, he probably wouldn't care as much

🃏- Like I said many times before, this is highly dependent on their current relationship with her

🃏- Like Ayato, he'd feel the need to punish you for taking away something that was his

🃏- If his and Yui's relationship was well developed, he'd go into a depressive slump and kill you out of blind rage

Kanato Sakamaki

🧸- Wouldn't care honestly

🧸- I know that's a strong start but let me explain

🧸- Kanato doesn't really hold any strong ties within his family seeing as he often isolates himself

🧸- Like everyone else, he'd question how in the world you managed to pull off such a feat

🧸- In a similar sense to Laito, he'll use this as an opportunity to remind you of your place and reinforce the whole predator and prey dynamic

🧸- He might even think you did it out of love

🧸- If that was the case, he'd be literally overjoyed and encourage you to kill the others like he did to Yui in one of his route endings

🧸- I can't honestly say he'd act any particular way if you killed a specific brother

🧸- Might ask you how you killed them and even ask you to see the body

🧸- Would be shocked if you were still somewhat sane after that

🧸- And I say that because he's one to be perceptive of others, but just doesn't voice it until he needs it as leverage

🧸- So if he noticed you were still mentally intact, he'd be glad because he loves you

🧸- I'm joking, that's not the reason

🧸- He'd be glad because this meant he gets to try breaking you, seeing as you can withstand killing in cold blood

🧸- He's also curious as to what exactly your limits are and try different things to cross your mental line

🧸- Would subtly give you hints on how to kill the rest of his brothers

🧸- Might also get an erection

🧸- Who honestly knows

🧸- Okay but in all seriousness, wouldn't care that much and would rather dive into YOUR mind and figure out what made your gears grind

🧸- Super sorry his was so short, he's just a nonchalant dreadhead 😞

Subaru Sakamaki

🥀- Surprised honestly

🥀- As much as he hates his brothers, he does still see them as his brothers no matter how annoying they are

🥀- Which in turn makes that more annoying

🥀- He'd definitely be the one to give the eulogy and tear up a bit, just a bit

🥀- If you killed out of self defense instead of just plain murder, he'd 100% understand and wouldn't even be mad

🥀- He'd ask you the whole runaround with why and how you did it

🥀- "Heh, you're a lot stronger than you let on"

🥀- He'd think a bit more highly of you and say you have more sense than a lot of the women who came here as sacrifices

🥀- Like Laito, wouldn't be able to wrap his head around why you didn't kill him

🥀- You'll probably have to explain why though if you ever want him to open up to you

🥀- Would get frustrated with you because you didn't choose to kill him despite him being a "monster"

🥀- Due to his relationship with Christa, he has a beyond fucked up interpretation of death

🥀- Would get a little jealous if he thinks you killed them out of love

🥀- He'd never show it though (he would)

🥀- Speaking of never showing things, if he was even a tiny bit sad that his brother died he'd try his best to hide it

🥀- Might criticize his brothers for not caring enough

🥀- And I say that only because the only other brothers left are siblings

🥀- So he'd kinda question how shallow they really were if they weren't even the slightest bit affected

🥀- Since we know Subaru's favourite brother is Shu, he'd honestly be sad if he was the one who died

🥀- He'd probably think about him from time to time and be the one brother who references to back when he was alive the most

🥀- The others would pick up on this but never say anything

🥀- Except for Reiji

🥀- If it was Yui, he'd be so upset

🥀- Since we all know how Subaru is

🥀- He'd never show it in case of being embarrassed by his brothers

🥀- Would be mad at you but to keep up his facade, he'd need to avoid you so it looks like he isn't affected

🥀- If he already had a bond with Yui, yes you guessed it

🥀- Death, death, death, you die. I cannot emphasize this more, you WILL die

From author: Firstly, sorry this one was kinda late, we didn't have wifi😓 Secondly, I loved this request and I know I kinda went character analysis-y with this so I apologize for that😭 Anyways hope you guys are doing good!

[niku30]

( SC credit to @randomstoreroom21c )

SHANG TSUNG HCs

I once again can’t stop thinking about MK1 Shang Tsung and his personal life and relationships /struggles / past / so have these rambles, keep im mind that most of these are HCs we came up with for our AU but I think they might generally apply as I just love them so much.

• To most of his allies Shang Tsung is respectable and influential enough to be a collaborator but too alienating and too much of a pathological liar to be a friend or even a partner as soon as they find out what experiments he conducts. This frustrates Shang Tsung because he desperately longs to experience the feeling of being admired. It’s kind of twisted though, because he is entirely unwilling to change his ways even towards other evil-spirited figures and still hopes that someone will love him for what he does as there’s a sense of “look at my power and my deceptive nature and how I simply do not care, isn’t that an attractive quality in and of itself?” He almost expects people to want him for it but it doesn’t occur in his mind that no matter if good or evil people consider working with him his ways will always make him untrustworthy.

• think when he was younger he tried to make genuine connections but usually ended up being discarded or he severed said connections himself because of his deceptive nature - so it never really got anywhere and eventually he turned spiteful without acknowledging that he was often the issue rather than others. It definitely got chaotic and he probably didn’t shy away from manipulating people into desiring him but deep inside he always knew that fake love and fake bonds wouldn’t bring him the satisfaction that he desires. It was always just a means to survival in the end so loyalty of any sort towards him was always forced rather than earned. He so badly wants to mean something to someone but in the end his actions drive everyone away and closer bonds are hardly ever considered. It’s basically an endless cycle he cannot seem to get out of.

• He does not mind having few friends especially due to a past of mutual backstabbings and untrustworthy alliances but he clearly does mind not having admirers as there is a sense of envy over Liu Kang’s power and the admiration he deserves because of his modesty. He was visibly taken aback after finding out that somewhere in other timelines there were versions of him who had actual influence and he asks himself why he was the one deemed “lesser” than his doppelgangers.

• Convincing Bi-Han, the literal grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, probably felt like one of the biggest successes to date for him. He was able to successfully use his schemes to tempt a powerful man into betraying his own family and join forces and it would only make his god complex grow. However he is probably a man who is hardly satisfied whatsoever so the fact that Kuai Liang and Smoke did NOT join would frustrate him to no end - especially because these fighters genuinely appeal to him and he had hoped for things to develop which might seem like a completely delusional desire to outsiders - again this comes from the deep underlying despair of wanting to be noticed and acknowledged but no one ever engages in such a way. He often seeks more in alliances than his partners and therefore he never quite feels fulfilled.

[leclerced]

Maneater au where oscar is just like her little trophy boyfriend.

Theres an even she was invited to? Oscar is on her arm. Theres an annoying ass photoshoot at six am? Oscar is sitting there with an energy drink watching her get all her pretty pictures. She wins a race? Oscar is waiting and watching her from under/is on the podium with her.

He’d honestly just be so happy to be there for her. She can do literally no wrong in his eyes. She shunts into someone in turn one knocking both cars out because they said something bad about him? He’s instantly like “Oh baby, you did so good and im so proud of you. Lets get takeout and watch your favorite movie” and if they happen to have dirty nasty sex on the couch while the movies still playing he’d never complain.

-🥰

(lmao yeah the 😍 emoji is lowkey scary)

he’s her trophy boyfriend!!! he goes everywhere with her and you bet she’s the one dressing him for any event they go to. i can imagine lewis noticing he’s dressing well and complimenting him and he’s like haha yeah my gf dresses me! kinda sheepish because he feels silly when he tells people but she deserves all the credit. she loves doing it and he knows he looks good bc of everyones compliments, so he doesn’t really mind. then suddenly his girlfriend is besties with lewis hamilton bc they bond over fashion. the three of them go to fashion shows that lewis and his gf get invited to and he’s tagging along, mostly clueless, while they chat up designers and models and even though he’s surrounded by gorgeous people, he’s just in awe of his girlfriend and how good she looks in the vintage or custom designer. there are memes, like gigi hadid is on the runway and gf and lewis are watching gigi, but oscar’s watching his gf like she’s the one on the runway.

them getting a podium is everyone’s favorite thing bc they shower each other with champagne and its always weirdly erotic plus there’s one time they make out after she gets her first win. he pours his champagne into her mouth and momentarily forgets they’re on live tv and have a massive crowd watching them. he's taken aback by how hot she looks as she swallows the champagne and then licks her lips and he pulls her down for a kiss on their podium steps. everyone is screaming and cheering, the third person on the podium is still spraying them with champagne and it’s like a vmas best kiss. iconic.

he’s so obsessed with her she can do no wrong. and she’s so protective over him when she sees a mclaren on the side of the track she’s radioing in like “did someone hit my bf??” as if she’s gonna take them out in revenge if someone did. if someone really did, then as soon as she’s out of her car she’s seeking oscar out to make sure he’s okay, holding back her anger until she knows he’s safe. after the first time he learns to hold her in place after she hugs him because her second stop after checking on him is whoever crashed him out, to yell at them and ask them what the fuck is wrong with them. he thinks its cute how protective she is over him, but not everyone finds it so endearing. he’d calm her down and convince her to just leave with him after their media duties and she promises she won’t do anything.

but then she sees them during her interview and she’s calling them out like, “hey! did you apologize to my boyfriend yet? no? go fucking apologize!” they immediately find him and apologize and then tweet an apology publicly bc she scares them. once they’re back in their hotel room and cozied up for a movie, she’d crawl onto his lap and start telling him how glad she is that he wasn’t hurt at all, but she needs to double check and make sure the doctors didn’t miss any bruises. he thinks she’s serious until she takes his shirt off and starts kissing his chest.

[augustvandyne]

DUDE ILL KEEP SENDING SHAUNA ONE SHOTS NO ONE WRITES FOR HER LITERALLY..

Okay, so Shauna x reader about how she is helping Shauna through Jackie's death. [They are together but in secret]. Reader tell Shauna that they love her and they get rescued living out their lives together. [ I have so many ideas.]

You write beautifully. I'm glad you are eating these up hahah.

aww thank you! i really am loving these ideas, so keep them coming. don’t be afraid to send more than one at a time either!

i also remembered (after i wrote this whole request) that the cabin burnt down.. just pretend that didn’t happen?

aright here it is.

the light

You were really dying out here.

And so were many others. You could feel it. You were a very empathetic person. You could always feel what your best friend and girlfriend Shauna was feeling.

And these feelings didn’t make you feel any better when the team captain, Jackie Taylor, froze to death overnight.

You could feel waves of sadness overtake you as soon as you woke up that morning. You felt very cold. It was very bright. And it all hit you at once. The cold, the snow, the death.

Shauna was crushed.

You can only think that it’s been a handful of months now, and at this point you weren’t really sure how to make her feel better. She insisted you just sitting in the cabin made her feel better.

You were trying your hardest and you wouldn’t stop until you saw a real, genuine smile on the doe eyed girls face.

Everyone was outside trying to figure out how they were going to eat tonight. If everyone thought they were starving in the first winter, the second hit even harder.

The two of you sat by the fireplace, because it was one of the only warm places in the freezing cabin. You read to Shauna. An old copy of Pride and Prejudice was captivating Shauna’s attention at the moment. But the only thing you could think about was Shauna, whom was laying in between your legs.

You’d suggested it would keep you warmer, but you really just did it to keep her closer to you.

It was no secret to the rest of the team, that you’d had a crush on the girl. You were working up the courage to convince Shauna to tell the rest of the team about your guys’ relationship before Jackie’s death, but the girls passing took all the light out of Shauna’s eyes. And now.. you didn’t want to push.

You stutter over a word for almost the twelfth time, and Shauna turns her head.

“y/n. Are you okay?” A caring look was spread on her face, and it took everything in you not to lean down and kiss her. “You’ve been stuttering a lot. And that means somethings wrong.”

“I should be asking you that,” You give a half smile, dropping the book onto the ledge by the fireplace.

“I promise I’m okay,” Shauna turns to rest her head on your chest.

You run your hands through Shauna’s mess of a hair as you think about how your life would have been if the crash never happened.

The two of you would be public, at least to the soccer team. Jackie would still be alive. You would be a senior now. Only one more step and you would be in college to pursue the job you’ve wanted since you were ten. You could finally say-

“I love you,” Your confession has Shauna lifting her head and looking you in the eyes.

“What?” Shauna looks taken aback, and it has you wishing you had the power to turn back the time.

“I- I love you?”

“No, I heard you,” Shauna’s eyes begin to well with tears, and for a second you believe she’s going to break up with you. “And.. I love you too.”

You let out a relieved sigh, which has Shauna laughing.

You pause. You haven’t heard that sound since the first few weeks you were out here.

Shauna pauses as well, a big, genuine smile overtaking her features. You look into her eyes and see the light again. She leans in a gives you a big kiss.

You’re glad to see the big bright smile, as well as the light again.

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Not even a week after the two of you said i love you, everyone that was left was rescued.

You were so grateful. All you wanted to do was go home to your bed. You wanted to get back under your yellow blankets and get back to school.

But most of all you wanted to cuddle Shauna without having to worry about anyone watching.

Soccer wasn’t going to be the same. And you were beginning to think it never would be. Everyone was drained to the core.

The school gave the team the rest of the year off.

They would have to repeat their senior year, but the school figured it was better for the girls to get the trauma free from their heads before returning.

The team went their separate ways.

Lottie’s parents sent Lottie to a doctor to get shock therapy which wasn’t necessary, but they insisted.

Your parents weren’t very attentive. You didn’t even think they realized you were gone until a whole year went by.

Shauna stayed at your house for the most part. And you were grateful for her. If she didn’t stay at your house you were sure you would be having nightmares to the point you would be up all night crying.

You got yourself into therapy. You were doing better with Shauna by your side.

You were taking Shauna on a date tonight. One of the first tastes of normalcy since before the crash. You took her to dinner and a movie.

The two of you steered clear of any horror movies for the time being, and settled on a good, cheesy comedy movie.

It feels amazing to really laugh. And even more amazing to see the girl you’re in love with really laugh after so long.

You swore to yourself that you were gonna marry that girl one day.

And you did.

[infiniteeight8]

I was looking at the document where I keep a bunch of quotes I like, and there are some that I think of as very Ironstrange-coded (or at least Stephen-coded, as I think of this one). So I thought I'd send a couple and see what you make of them.

My prayer is simple, my child, my child, Please, do try to understand: I’ve given you freedom, and left you with choices Now you’re at the beginning, Again. -Wyvernhail, Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

When it comes to poetry, I must include a bit of a disclaimer/warning: My brain does not get poetry. At all. There is something about poetry that just does not compute for me. So it is entirely possible that my responses to poetry prompts are either going to be painfully literal, or go off on a tangent that leaves you scratching your head. I mean, all prompt responses run that risk, but it’s going to be especially bad with poetry. 😂

That said, here we go!

-

Stephen wakes up in the hospital.

The last he remembers, he was on a battlefield, watching Tony Stark prepare himself to snap. It’s not inconceivable that he could have been hospitalized after that and lost a few hours of memory to the trauma, but the possibility never even occurs to him, because he wakes up to a haze of painkillers and the sight of his hands absolutely covered in external fixators. 

Christine is beside him, telling him everything will be okay. Stephen doesn’t respond. What is he supposed to say? He’s been here before. He knows, in the marrow of him, that this is no nightmare or flashback. He really has been sent back in time. He closes his eyes and shuts everyone out and can’t bring himself to care how worrying that must be.

The next day, while Stephen is staring into the distance, there’s a commotion out in the hall. It gets louder, and louder, and then his room’s door slams open and Tony Stark strides in. He looks momentarily taken aback at the sight of Stephen, but recovers quickly. “Strange, would you tell your overprotective guard dogs that it’s okay for me to stay and chat?” Christine, two nurses, and at least one security guard pile into the room after him, bringing raised voices with them.

Somehow, it never occurred to Stephen that he might not have come back alone. The relief is overwhelming, but he forces himself to find his voice. “It’s fine.” The words are barely a croak—he hasn’t spoken in awhile—but they capture Christine’s attention and the others follow her lead.

“Stephen, are you sure?” she asks, casting Stark a skeptical look.

He hadn’t been Stark’s biggest fan, Stephen abruptly remembers. Oh well. “I’m sure. Actually, if we could speak alone…”

Christine isn’t sold on the idea, but Tony steps in and ushers them all out the door. When it’s closed he turns back to Stephen and pauses a moment to take in the wreck the accident has made of Stephen. “I’m sorry about this,” Tony says, waving at him. “The stones put all kinds of conditions on when I could go to and who I could take with me without just splitting our timeline into a new branch instead of getting a proper do-over. I’d have landed us after your recovery, but…” Tony looks abruptly exhausted, “...honestly, we need all the time we can get. We don’t have months to spare.”

“I understand,” Stephen says. He takes a careful, steadying breath. “The painkillers have me a little foggy, but our first step has to be documenting future events. I can do that.”

Tony pulls up a chair next to Stephen’s bed and projects a hologram from his wrist.

They get to work.

[mins-fins]

≡;- ꒰ °𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ꒱

THREE. STOP!! (being gay)

yn thinks he's going crazy.

especially when ricky just randomly decides to sit next to him in the library. not only is it funny, and well— dumb, but it's also insanely awkward because the two of them aren't even friends, yn literally used to glare at him the whole time their best friends were dating.

they've never really.. talked.

so for the first few seconds, there's just a wave of silence between them.

"are you stalking me?"

it's like before yn can ask himself; "should you really say that?" he'd already asked that question. ricky blinks, narrowing his eyes, then he laughs, turning his head away from yn.

damn am i that funny?

"i'm sorry it's just the way you said it" he finally stops laughing, and a small smile stays on his face. "no, do you see me often?"

"you keep appearing" yn states. "gyuvin and yeojun aren't together anymore, so i don't see why you'd be interested in me now if you weren't interested in me then?"

"it's not that i wasn't interested in you, you kept intimidating me with your glares".

yn chuckles, a smile etched on his face as he recalls the memories. he scrunches his nose and looks back to ricky, who pauses, a small pink flush coming to his face. he notices it, but he brushes it off. "was i really so intimidating that you remembered my glares?"

ricky pauses again, simply staring at the boy beside him. he can't really decipher what kind of tone yn is speaking to him with, he also can't really decipher if the way yn's eyes look him up and down are a sign of something, or the way his lips quirk up into a small smile as he says those words.

ricky wants to punch himself, because he doesn't get why he's focused on such things.

or why the fuck he's so distracted by the pretty boy in front of him.

he snaps out of it, focusing again on the current conversation.

"well you have these piercing eyes".

"are you saying that i'm scary?"

"maybe in some aspects.." ricky continues staring at yn, who quickly looks away, chuckling. for some reason, it's funny knowing someone at least finds you kinda scary, it makes him great if he's being honest.

"okay seriously" yn places his hands on the table. "what do you want?"

"your number, preferably".

yn pauses, and then bursts into giggles at the response. "not gonna lie, that was kinda good".

"but your not getting my number".

ricky's face falls, and yn resists the urge to laugh at the way his look of smugness becomes a look of shock so quickly. "hey! that's not fair!"

"how is that not fair? i don't want to give you my number!"

ricky slumps in his seat, as if defeated. "it's not like i've done anything.. wrong".

"i don't know, i just think it's weird to have my best friends ex boyfriends best friends number" yn states like it's a matter of fact, because it is, and they both know it.

"okay but to be fair" ricky begins. "they're clearly still both in love with each other".

"oh definitely".

ricky somehow feels good after yn's agreement, but he quickly shuts him down by repeating; "i'm still not giving you my number".

"oh come on yn—"

"don't say my name.. ugh— god! your so insufferable!"

"i haven't even done anything wrong! i just asked for your number!"

yn deadpans at ricky, and ricky is taken aback because his eyes go complete still. okay, he might feel a little scared right now. he barely feels comfortable as yn stares at him with those eyes that lowkey scare him.

yn the laughs, sighing. "yeah, no, maybe ask another time and i'll give you a different answer".

"you don't make promises".

"you don't know me, quanrui".

for some reason, ricky enjoys the way yn is able to perfectly pronounce his name.

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[cheerful-sixears]

Running To Your Heart When You're Thinking Of…

STATUS: Unfinished; will most likely remain unfinished. [why? because it was started at a horrid time of my life. plain and simple.]

FANDOM: Transformers: Bayverse

PROMPT: “I pushed everyone away because they weren’t you”

SONG INSPIRATION: Sleep Token-Aqua Regia 

PAIRING: Ironhide (Bayverse) x OC (Self Insert)

After a long, strenuous drive through the city, riddled with anxiety and emotional struggles, Killian arrogantly thrusted the vehicles’ passenger door open and whimpered in a very stressed, overwhelmed manner. He said nothing as he walked over to the old, roughed-up barn on the abandoned property that he, strangely though in Keely-fashion, claimed as a “safe space”. It was an unusual choice, but it held strong feelings of safety to him, and that’s what mattered in the end. The vehicle behind him began to shapeshift-rather-transform and knelt down behind him, placing his brutish arm around Killian’s person as a barrier to keep him from moving any further away. Keely grumbled  and stomped his foot, his muscles tensed and braced with clenched fists. He turned around with an almost irate, yet pleading expression, “Just let me go, please? It’s not like you wanted to stay here, anyway,” 

The mech snorted with an irritable whirring rumble, almost offended by the young man’s words. Ironhide, his assigned guardian, stood upright for a moment, leaned down further to Keely’s

 level and held back an annoyed, rumbling growl-at least attempted to-but in the end it seemed to have slipped, “I do not understand, why are you so angry at me? Why do you push everyone away and expect me to make it better? I am your guardian, not your-” Before he could finish his heated retort, Killian stomped his foot again, and bared his teeth in what looked like….agony. Sheer agony. The emotional pain that Ironhide began reading brought a sudden ache to his own spark.

“I pushed everyone away because they weren’t you.--Optimus? Ratchet? Bumblebee? I don’t want them. I want YOU. I have this aching in my chest….it’s not physical pain…it’s this…weird, sickening feeling that i get everytime you’re around. I just want to be with you….You ever get that sensation? Where someone is literally your life because you only live to see them smile? Laugh? Maybe even cry?....You’re that person, Ironhide. You’re MY person….” At this point, Killian was sputtering and sobbing. He was near incoherent at the end of his desperate point made. Gasping, tearful and shamefully covering his face with visibly shaken hands, his anguish and anger spilled from his trembling lips in bursts of sorrowful whimpers and gasps.

Taken aback, Ironhide swallowed hard. His chords were strained as he attempted to form his next words with caution. He was lucky his previous sentence was cut short. He knew then, from experience, his words would’ve caused more damage than good. He was an expert in combat and weapon’s specialist, but a spark-mate? He never thought twice about that…with a human. It never once crossed his mind, until he thought about Killian’s words. His optics traced Keely for further emotional analysis, but he wasn’t Ratchet, so that was pretty pointless. Empathy was not his specialty, neither was human emotion, but something nagged him in the back of his processors. It was a desperate voice within the workings of his spark. It yearned for him to speak, to catch the young man before he fell. It desperately spoke the obvious phrase, “save him.”

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Thinking About Tiffany Pollard Today

Tiffany "New York" Pollard. I know that a lot of people have a lot of opinions about her, but I, for one, feel like we "came up" together. I watched her from the time she was just some girl fighting for Flavor Fav through many twists and turns, some of which happened for all of us to see.

I remember whenever she was facing backlash for her transphobic statements and how taken aback she was by it while everyone pounced on her, and whenever I saw the interaction, I immediately thought, "Oh. She thinks that this is just part of the gig, because of how she was handled when she arrived on the scene." And. Ultimately, I wound up being right, like I usually am (TS Madison confirmed for me basically everything that I had said about the situation).

Tiffany was frequently called a man, a tranny, transvestite, and a drag queen, and it was something that I remember her embracing and never getting mad or upset, saying that these people are fabulous, just like me, etc. So, whenever she's asking that woman about being a man and having certain genitals, she quite literally thought that this is just part of people thinking/saying that you are or look like a man.

Maddie had to explain to her that the people who were speaking about her in those ways were also being transphobic, to which Tiffany was confused, because 'How can somebody be being transphobic to you if you aren't trans?' They are conversations that she didn't seem to have had before, and her trans friends got her together about it and she was able to learn moving forward. (As of now, I don't think that since then she has ever had a similar incident and she still seems to have the support and following of her trans friends and loved ones).

But, one thing that I think about every time Tiffany makes her way back into the spotlight is the fact that we are essentially the same age, but when I was spending my first semester in college, not realizing that I was wasting my time and money, she was getting started on her tract to becoming a "problematic fave" and resetting the course of reality tv.

She did so much that SHE was the star of Flavor of Love, and these were the days before they even CONSIDERED mental health or support. This woman, my age. Early 20s, getting into one of the most exploitative tv situations in history for a man twice her age, who embarrassed her on national tv TWICE, by loving all over her and then selecting someone else in the end.

The years following this debut as the HBIC of reality tv, we got to see a lot of her mom and their shaky relationship, we got to see her attempt to find love multiple times, and do various jobs. We got to see this woman who entered the business in the reality genre sort of stay in that arena for 2 decades. She has so many iconic moments, lines, reactions. There are people who have no idea what her voice sounds like, but they know things she's said because her face has been popular for memes for all this time. She even gets paid to do all of this.

But, she also always plays the villain role. She's always seen as a foe or an antagonist, because she was a hotheaded 23 year old when she first got on camera (maybe younger if it took them a while to record the show). And, I have seen over the years people trash her up and down. Yes, she has a very large fan base, as well, but she's gotten a lot of hate from then up until now, and I don't know if people actually think about the fact that she was in her early 20s whenever VH1 found her willing to pimp herself out to Flavor motherfucking Flav, who once again, is twice her age.

Even her moments of supposed healing (VH1's Family Therapy With Dr. Jenn) was put on TV for our entertainment. This woman really had a weird adulthood, because reality stars simply were not famous whenever she became a famous reality star, and reality tv was not as big or important as it is today. She didn't become rich from her Flavor of Love fame. She has what she has now specifically because she's always out there hustling and loaning out her personality/persona for her fame and fortune.

She set the bar for a lot of the reality tv tropes that we see today. Many of the girlies do not even realize that when they get on camera and they're tryna fit a certain reality role to get screen time, that they are simply emulating a woman who was just herself in her early 20s and was used as a formula that an industry was built upon. There were not many reality tv shows back then, but there were some and even though she wasn't the first, she is one of the first people who others after her decided that they would pick up characteristics from. She hasn't been able to be a full person in front of us and the moment she messes up, she is either met with people laughing at her pain or dragging her to hell for her mistakes.

Happy Birthday to that lady. She ain't perfect, but she has given us a lot and none of our asses ever really seem to want what's best for her. She's a character to most people. An avatar of reality that they watch to see what wild shit she'll do or say next. When, I know that there's a human woman there who I hope does have some grace in her life. Ionknow, Man. I just think Black women deserve some grace, even if they are imperfect people, but especially when their imperfections have been fodder for national audiences to laugh and chatter about, and for almost half of her life now. 

[likeafairytale]

"... Did you have friends before? Outside of your siblings? Because you say we're best friends, but what we have is a typical princess-servant relationship. I don't mind at all. Actually I quite like it. You're better than what I'm used to. But I feel like I owe you the truth and what we have isn't friendship." - Yasmeen to Calypso

The least we could say is that Calypso was taken aback by Yasmeen's words. Frowning, the princess stopped walking and turned around to look at Yasmeen, and it was visible that she did not quite understand what she was saying. Not that the mermaid was dumb, but she genuinely thought she was right when she was calling her servant her “best friend”.

For a few minutes, Calypso was thinking hard to Yasmeen's questions. Did she have friends? Of course, she had! Well... not really. Outside of Nathaniel, and Malachai, she could not name any other child she was playing with when she was younger, or even now. When Nathaniel was training with Malachai, she was alone, or with Blossom, who was... a tropical fish. Her only friend growing up, outside of her brothers, was a tropical fish, and now she was thinking of it, it was quite embarrassing that she had no children friends, but just a fish one, and this thought was enough to make her blush. Even her own sisters weren't close to her, which explained probably why Calypso had such a hard time to connect with any woman here at the Seelie Court.

❛... What do you mean, we're not friends? I thought we were...❜

❛Maybe in your mind we are. But friends are equals. We can't be friends if you never listen and always bring the subject back to yourself.❜

❛I do not do that!❜ Calypso almost yelled, not realizing that she was literally cutting short Yasmeen and, therefore, proving her right. ❛You make me sound like a spoiled, selfish brat, which I'm not!!❜

❛It's okay, really. I know you're used to people giving you all their attention and energy, and I know you used to believed they did it because they care, not because they feared your father. But that's not true. That's what the reality check is so brutal since you came in here.❜

❛How could you say that?...❜

❛Like I said, I like our relationship a lot. But I can't let you fool yourself with illusions again and let you call yourself my friend.❜

The little mermaid was out of words. She felt sad and almost crushed by her maid's words, maybe because it was, once again, a new reality check. She had too much of them since she was there, and she hated that. Not only that, but she did not know why everyone wanted to show her how much she was wrong, but this habit of people here was annoying as hell to her.

❛But we are friends! You eat with my brothers and I, and you call me by my name, which I'll never let a regular person do.❜

❛Really? Let's see... I know pretty much all of your important childhood memories, including what places you liked to run away to the most. I could rightfully name at least 75% of all the human items that are hidden if your secret cave, since you talk about them all the time. I know your favorite game you used to play with Nate and how sad you were when he had to go train with Kai and you weren't invited. I know you held on to every bit of details you had of Ursula and had this image in your head of how you'd meet her, and she'd be your perfect sister, and I know you've been heartbroken ever since you actually met her. I know about your time in the aquarium and how you dislike and try to hide your feelings for Aeron. I know you miss Nessie and the Caribbean Sea the most. What do you know about my life?❜

Calypso took a deep breath and was ready to answer but, once again, nothing came to her mind. She could not answer to Yasmeen. She realized that she truly was self-centred, and barely knew about Yasmeen's life. She did know things, obviously, but things that, maybe, she wished she did not know, and Yasmeen did not have to live either. Calypso felt tears coming to her eyes –which was happening so much lately, she felt as if being out of the sea means her wants to cry was more apparent. Taking a deep breath again, she clenched her fists, and it was obvious she was more angry than sad now.

❛You did not have to humiliate me this way.❜

❛This wasn't my intention. I was just stating point. The fact that you're now angry shows that I am right.❜

❛Well, this isn't my fault if you do not talk about you. This isn't my fault if I have to fill the gap in our conversation, because you do not talk to me about you!❜

❛Your majesty is right. I forget myself.❜ Yasmeen said with the most honourable tone she could have before curtseyed.

❛Stop don't do that! You know what, perhaps you're right, maybe we're not friends after all. Maybe I have mistaken our relationship I gave you too many liberties, and maybe I should stop.❜

❛If this is what you're thinking, then it will be.❜

❛... Maybe I should have another maid, so you'll be my friend for real without feeling obligated to be. Perhaps that's the solution we need... I don't know which one it is, for now, I just want you to leave me alone!❜

On those last words, Calypso, who was frustrated, turned around and walked straight to the lake she was headed previously, hoping to clear her mind and that Yasmeen did follow her wish to stay alone.