#i will GLADLY expand on this but not rn

[harpywritesfic]

Cool dice 🟣

why thank you! i know many facts which plague my mind! and as you have opened the can of worms that is my hyperfixation, i will share! (my special interest is animals haha). this is off the top of my head, with a healthy amount of fact checking. PLEASE feel free to not read this.

5/7 of the big cats are in the genus panthera! the other big cats are the cheetah (genus Acinonyx) and the cougar (genus Puma). one subspecies of cougar is literally Puma concolor concolor. Clouded leopards (genus Neofelis) are more closely related to Panthera than the other two big cats. Neofelis and Panthera both belong to subfamily pantherinae, while every other felid belongs to felinae (the felines!)

The difference is that pantherinae can roar, while felinae cannot. The difference is in the mobility of the hyoid bone!

carnivores can be separated by how closely they relate to canines or felines. These groups are caniforms and feliforms! here are some species that fall into each:

Caniforms: bears, mustelids (weasels, otters, badgers), raccoons, pinnipeds (pinnipeds are seals, sea lions, and walruses! pinniped means fin foot.)

Feliforms: hyenas, mongooses (which includes meerkats!), vivverids (civets, binturongs/bearcats) (wondering what a civet is? they're like long cats.)

the saber-toothed cat's genus is Smilodon, for their chompers.

see i like carnivorans more than most mammals- in large part because they are NOT marsupials or worse, monotremes. i HATE monotremes they are so screwed up they need to get out of my sight. ( i have never seen one. this is because they know i would punt them like a football. not because they're all australian.)

so, to understand why monotremes are awful, you must understand mammals are classed by reproductive habits. placentals are live-birth species like humans. marsupials birth what are basically fetuses and grow them in a pouch. monotremes, however? they lay eggs. and, as a mammal, they nurse their young. but they don't have nipples. they secrete milk from their skin. the platypus is a monotreme. how tf does an animal with a beak nurse? echidnas are the other four species of monotreme, and they have pouches like a marsupial. echidnas have a horribly unusual penis too. i'm talking four heads. and they use two. but they can alternate which two they use. they also have a very large penis to body size ratio. i don't know whether or not to recommend googling it, so make your own conclusion. the platypus is also one of very few venomous mammals (other venomus species include certain vampire bats, shrews, and the slow loris). platypus males have a venomous spur on their legs. the correct way to lift one is by the tail to avoid the spurs. the venom won't kill a human but it'll hurt like a bitch.

more horrible reproductive facts, you ask? how about one for the placental mammals? the baculum is a bone in the penis of many placentals. even most primates, but humans haven't got them. the walrus has the longest baculum of any species. i'm talking TWO FEET. (that's 61 centimeters, kitty.)

less horrible reproductive facts, you ask? actually, i need to go to sleep.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Can you pretty please write a fic where Logan and Deadpool are having an argument about how they should be fucking the reader, like going over techniques while the reader is just drooling and mindless like “whaaa”

hell YEAH i love getting fucked stupid by big strong men >:3333€

this is a rly good prompt btw so i could GLADLY expand on this but for rn here’s a snippet 😌

warning: dp, painal, sadomasochism, mild transphobia, slurs, degradation, overstim, dubcon, daddy kink

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/bussy

They talk about you like you’re not even there.

Well, physically you were right there with them. Mentally you were nowhere to be found, certainly not on their conversational level. Wade had been bouncing you in his lap for god knows how long. His cock in your cunt had thoroughly fucked your train of thought off the tracks. Your internal monologue was nothing but bitchy whimpers and primal burning for more. Welp. What do you expect? Back to back orgasms will do to that to you. You couldn’t even recall how the argument started, and context would’ve really been helpful.

“Wow! Okay! That’s a shitty thing to say to our guest! Wanna apologize and maybe try that one again, JK Rowling?”

"Oh, get fucked. That's not what I meant and you know it." Logan kept his firm hands on your shoulders, assisting your bounce, since your legs were damn near liquified.

“Mmmmm, ah, gah-fuuuck… Wh... Wha? Huh?”

“How is that not what you meant?" Wade, questioned, maintaining his steel grip on your ass. He felt that he had to protect you from the big bad wolf and his transphobia. "You just said he’s not a real man because he has a pussy. A tight, sweet, JUICY pussy that feels like a fleshlight full of microwaved angel dust. And yet SOMEHOW this makes him not a real man to you? Maybe you’re just not man enough for HIM, sugar-tits!”

"I said you gotta fuck him like a real man. You’re being too good to him. It's gonna fuel his ego, and I’m not letting you turn him into a spoiled brat. Fuck him in the ass, that'll teach him a lesson. Show him this shit ain't a joke."

"No way! Ass is ass is ass is ass. Everybody's got an asshole, peanut, and newsflash? They all feel the same. But this boy's pussy? This hot buttery premium A5 wagyu bussy that's—SQUEEZINGmyfuckingdicksotight, oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, angel baby, sweet boy, you feel so GOOD! Making your Daddy feel so good, good boy!"

Praise was easy enough to process. It didn't require any cognitive effort on your part. You didn't have to weigh in and have an opinion, you just have to take it, and be grateful for it. "Hah, fuck! Thank—thank you, Daddy! FUCK! Wade! WadeWadeWadeWade—WADE! WadeWadeWade..."

But Logan wouldn't let it go. "I'm serious. Make him take it up the ass, or I will."

“Un-be-lievable. You know something? You must be the one guy in this universe who could see a whimsical forest path that leads to a magical unicorn fountain, and says 'Oh, no, none for me. Let me go spelunking in the poop-chute, thank you very much!' And if that's not the single gayest thing I've seen in my entire—"

"WADE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Eeep!"

Oh, you poor thing. He nearly gave you a heart attack! It's terrifying when someone yells out of nowhere, especially when that someone has you naked and vulnerable in their hands. Logan had slammed you down on Wade's cock when he yelled, completely stopping the scene and trapping you between them. Woah. Time out. Shit has officially just gotten real. You and Wade held bated breath, and traded a glance that said "We're cooked. Nice knowing ya."

But Logan just laughed at you both. Delighted by the atmospheric tension he had just created.

"Heh... heh heh heh..."

Then he relaxed his grip on you, and those big strong calloused man hands started to explore. They massaged your shoulders, rubbed your neck and jaw, and groped and squeezed wherever they pleased. All the while, his hot breath, tinted with whiskey and malice, ghosted over the shell of your ear as he talked. He spoke very firmly. Targeted. Slow. He wanted you to get every fucking word.

"Listen, bub. I’m not about to question whether or not you’re a man, okay? But I’ll say this. When real men wanna take cock? It hurts. Oh, it hurts real bad. And most of ‘em don’t get the luxury of a cushy little cunt that’s meant to take a pounding. No, son. Real men get ripped apart by cock. It makes them cry and scream and sometimes their tiny little rims even bleed because of it. And you know what? They love it. They love how much it hurts them. Cause they’re men. Strong men. And you’re no fuckin’ better than them, you know that? You think just cause you got another hole that you can take the easy way out? Everything's gonna be peaches and cream, huh? Nuh uh. Not on my watch, you little shit. You wanna act like you're such a fag? Well then you’re getting fucked like one of us too."

…

…

…

“Jesus fucking Christ, babycakes, if you don’t want him up your ass I’ll GLADLY take the heat for you.”

[n0tamused]

Albedo Headcanons

A/n: Since I don't have much to post rn, I decided to go back to some of my old headcanons that I didn't publish and expand on them. These ones are all the way back from 2022 even, but I'm still happy with my portrayal of Albedo lol. Hope you all enjoy them too! I did work on these a little more, but I didn't take in consideration all the new events with Albedo after 2022. Keep that in mind.

Contents: General platonic and romantic headcanons, Albedo x GN!Reader, fluff, dash of angst if you squint really hard, self indulgent, possible grammar mistakes

General headcanons:

- Albedo is not a person who really indulges much, or at all, in friendships and relationships. He can understand the appeal, but he simply does not care as much as an average individual. He has his work to get to and his research to keep going, and the continuously taxing process of keeping relationships in general are tiring for him

- He prefers his solitude much more than any other company. He may not be in love with people much, but he is in love with the trees, the branches, the snow falling and the frozen lakes of Dragonspine - every new day means a new love for him, and he cannot wait to do his homework on anything and everything, even things he understands fully now. One thing you can equate this love of his to is the snow of Dragonspine itself, countless snowflakes hugging the lands, buried deep in crevices and cracks, trying to get to the center of the world.

- Since he has researched so much, even the smallest of new discoveries are very exciting for him, it’s those small joys that show his inner being through the smile that lights his eyes and makes the corners of them crinkle.

- Due to his drawn back nature, and his origins, he isn't so well met with emotions, so those are one of his many interests and curiosities.  He is well mannered, he knows how to maneuver a situation, but when he looks back at it, he can't help but feel distant and confused - why did they get so excited over such a small thing? Why did she blush so easily? Why did that boy get so scared by some wind? Why did he find himself observing the contours of someone’s face when he didn’t know them? Why did he wish to sketch them?..etc 

- He doesn't think he feels sorrow/regret like the others, he isn't like the others that much is certain. Sometimes when he is alone in some comfortable space he will just stare somewhere and wonder.... how would have he turned out if he just...felt more.. What does true happiness without limitations feel like? What is freedom? Does it come without regrets? In those moments he understands what sadness is. All these thoughts make him feel so heavy, his chest is heavy and tight and his heart feels lonely. At times he thinks what would happen if one of his close co workers were to suffer an injury or quit their work for greener pastures, the field of alchemy certainly wasn’t any easy one for everyone. He knows he’d miss their presence.

- There are many more complex questions that plague him late at nights, only to shrug them off like a coat in the morning in favor of his Alchemist coat 

- This all being said, getting close to him is more on the difficult side. Unless you are willing to pull a little more work than him and frequently check in, he simply wouldn't know how to act. He does his best where he sees he can, though. He isn’t emotionless, just a bit clueless.

 - He would gladly help you, and guide you in the field of Alchemy in case you are curious about it, although he would much rather point you in the direction of a "starter mentor" first, before he offers himself as a mentor. It's not that he's underestimating you, but he feels as if giving you a good, solid start with a teacher of an "average" Alchemist would be a much easier way into the field of alchemy. In a way, you could say he’s underestimating himself in handing you the knowledge he has in a way you’ll understand. 

- Klee is one person he feels most close to. Sucrose is a capable lady, smart and close to Albedo, but Klee is someone who simply touches Albedo's heart in more ways than one. He wishes to keep her close and protect her, she feels familiar to him and gives him more sense of grounding to this world even if the responsibility of taking care of her wasn’t something he initially took on by choice

- That being mentioned he definitely has great patience with her, and slowly, even if she is not really able to understand, she is teaching him to feel

Romantic:

- Everyone knows the great Alchemist is also a great artist - everyone who has gazed upon his works would say so with 100 percent certainty paired with a couple more flattering words. Yet Albedo would shrug those compliments off and politely counter their words; a simple thank you does it

- He does not really see much of sentiment in those pieces of artwork as much as he does in the art he did of you

- Those are his favorite pieces. He loves to capture every detail of you whenever he can - the way your nose scrunches, the way your brow quirks, the way you lay down after a long day, the way the wind blows through your hair, the way your hands are after having them soaked in water for too long or when they’re cold..

- He is still quite reluctant about initiating contact, especially the physical one due to his lack of proper experience on the topic. Most information he has was read from books or heard from his fellow Knights, but none worth mentioning or trying in practice in interactions with you

- So it takes much, much for him to warm up to the ideas, you will have to initiate things slowly, so he can warm up to those touches initiated by you as well but he does his own part in reciprocating and returning those small affections

- The best ways of bonding together is babysitting Klee honestly; drawing, searching nature for anything of interest..etc. So that being said his love languages are quality time, after that it would be acts of service and after that words of affirmation. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

karma

daniel ricciardo x singer f!reader

fc: taylor swift

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fan1: ICON BEHAVIOUR WHAT AN ABSOLUTE QUEEN

fan2: not y/n having beef with zak for his treatment of danny 😭

fan3: NOT HER TAGGING HIM

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daniel3.jpg: wow okay, noted

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fan7: i can't get over the way she looks at him omg

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[purrple-bat]

Had this idea brewing for a while in my head, yet I know I don't think I would be able to write it down into something solid instead of daydreaming about it as I try to sleep. Very sleepy and not double checking what I'm writing down rn.

Of Narinder finally getting his power back, finally breaking his chains; yet there is still something missing. A hole in his heart that only expands when his gaze fall back on the now still body of his vessel. The Lamb, devoid of life and of soul.

Just like Fate had edict it, the last sheep would die for a god. And Fate - just like his siblings had learned - could not be bent or broken; one way or another it would finish its job.

The One Who Waits could see his kits felt the same chasm in their heart at the loss of someone; who would spar with them daily, who would read them tales of their adventures and of past chronicles shared by their lost kins. Who wasn't afraid to butt heads with their God yet would ever be loyal to their wishes. Who passionately talked about the life on the surface, of the changes being brought back as each Bishops were slain.

Yet what the God of the Red Crown couldn't see was a single soul, a Lamb standing right by his side perceptible by none. It seems that once again, their service were needed. This time, there was nothing or noone to guide them. And so they followed their master; ever faithful, even after death, The Lamb would serve their God.

His vessel had prepared their people for the transition of leadership, and so Narinder encountered little problems. A statue doubling as a grave was built soon enough; the resting place of what noone else could ever achieve, the truest devout of the Red Crown.

Whether it was residual of the Crown or not, The Lamb could still see the solid form of devotion and manipulate it. Without anything else to do, they would ensure to help their master, bringing the devotion directly like they would when he was still chained; even taking the devotion which was pooling at their own statue and giving it to the only god who deserved it.

It was all the Lamb would do until the first death claimed the Cult. Jean, a young deer who had been born in the cult, sadly no longer having the strength to fight against his illness. His soul rested next to his deathbed, tears filling his eyes as he shook in place. That was until his blurry sight caught someone he had thought long gone, that of a Lamb sitting next to him, the picture of grace like he remembers them to be. The soul lounged itself into the arms of its once leader and hold on to it until no tears were left.

As it calmed, all that was left was a floating blue flame; one that could be held into the Lamb's palm. And with a final embrace, the flame would be ready for its way into the afterlife. A Shepard of the souls, The Lamb would be. Yet it did not stopped them from servicing their master, doing whatever they could to bring peace to him. Both him and the Twins clearly suffered nightmares. Of what? The Lamb could not tell. But if staying by their side as they slept would help, they would do so gladly; watching over with care in their heart.

This life would not be that simple for The Lamb, nothing ever was. A mystical being came to seek the Lamb, coming into the same realm that they were now residing, as noone else seem to notice them. The Mystic Seller would tell them simply, there is more then one way to reach godhood. Yes, the Crowns could help with it, making it a slow but garantied transition. Yet there was other ways, as long as Devotion, Beliefs and Fate mingled. After all, even if they did not took it, there were still many who believed in the Lamb; even the God of Death would often pay it's respect to their grave. The works of the Lamb had travelled far and wide; many knew them as a savior who would free the souls of those wrongly slaughtered. In this wide world, many already believed them to be a benevolent God.

This was now the Lamb's realm, parallel to that of the mortal plane. An infant God of devotion and loyalty, of love and care, of afterlife and justice; that is what it had determined the Lamb to be. No longer mortal, it is why no matter how hard Narinder has tried, he could not revive his vessel; as mortal, they no longer were.

My brain is getting fuzzy and tired, and surgery soon which will mean I can't use my right hand for a while so I think I'm stopping there.

The Lamb wanting to meet with the one they have fallen for (Nari) once again, doing whatever they can as they travel through the dark into their new godhood until they can learn to travel to different realms.

The Lamb becoming a protective spirit for those faithful and pure, using their skills to fight off the terrors of the territories outside of the cult grounds.

[woman-of-balnain]

Corruption Part 1/3 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

Masterlist | AO3 Ver. | Next Part (Coming Soon)

Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Request: Alpha Rick x Omega Reader….reader was sheltered and doesn’t really understand heats/ruts/presentations as their parents were religious extremists who refused to discuss anything so “unseemly”…let’s say they’re a late bloomer so they could be early 20s at the youngest, so age-gap…anyway, reader has to learn not only how to survive the zombie apocalypse but about presentations too. And there’s something about Rick’s scent that is just making them crazy and one day their heat comes and Rick has to guide them through…what do ya think?

A/N for Anon: Okay, so this may be far less plot than you were hoping for! I tried to write it but I worried about how innocent I was making the reader. Please let me know if you want a sort of prologue to this chapter (another anon ask is fine!) and exactly how innocent and clueless she can be and I will gladly write it!

Also, I'm not sure if I should have Rick cumming inside later and if he should claim her or not. Please let me know if you have a preference and I will accommodate it. And I'm so sorry this ended up becoming 3 parts instead of 1 but the idea just kept expanding. You really gave me the plot bunnies with this request and I love you for it haha

A/N:

I tried to keep Reader’s religious background ambiguous so you can picture it as anything, but I didn’t grow up religious so I’m sorry if I blatantly messed that up without realizing 😅

This is set in the prison era but it's kinda ambiguous as to when. I just figured that was still early enough after the outbreak for Reader to only just run out of suppressants if she had a bit of a stash of them, plus it gives them more opportunities for privacy compared to the quarry, the farm or being on the road.

I've messed with the prison a bit though. Since warden's usually had their own house on site in older prisons, I've got it so the warden in this one had their own quarters, which the group has agreed to keep reserved for heat/ruts cycles.

I'm also obsessed with Rick's lips rn and sorry, but the gifs are gonna reflect that lmao

Some notes on the a/b/o elements in this one:

Alphas and Omegas are fairly rare. Most people are just betas, making Reader's lack of knowledge about presentations etc more believable

She was put on suppressants as soon as she presented and has never experienced a real heat (just minor symptoms after first presenting)

Suppressants completely suppress your heat and are also considered to be sort of a taboo and unethical in this story due to how they mess with an omega's hormones etc.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (including non-traditional), dominant Rick, sheltered Reader, virgin Reader, female Reader, Rick is experienced and the Reader definitely isn't, considerable age gap (Rick is 38, Reader is 21), masturbation, Reader masturbating while Rick watches, oral sex (female receiving), heat/rut cycles, no knots, Rick with an innocence kink.

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Word Count: 5,472

Dividers by: @newlips + @cafekitsune

Rick turned over for what felt like the hundredth time in the small, single bed of his cell. He couldn’t sleep; his whole body felt restless as traces of your scent continuously tempted him. He knew your heat was coming now and it only tortured him even more than your presence usually did.

Omegas were already so rare – more so than alphas – and to meet one after the fall of civilization felt like even more of an anomaly. But then there was also the fact that you were so damn innocent.

Your presentations meant that he’d been drawn to you from the moment he first picked up on your scent, but as he got to know you, it quickly developed into attraction. It was bad enough that you were so much younger than him – 21, compared to his 38… – but you were also just so sweet and pure, that he felt dirty just thinking about you in any kind of lustful way, yet he also couldn’t help it.

The way you looked at him with so much trust, and how tantalizingly your scent wrapped around him… all Rick wanted to do was see your eyes filled with lust that was directed at him, or to pick up on the traces of desire in your scent as he thrust into you over and over and elicited endless moans from your tempting lips. Your innocence drove him crazy, but Rick told himself that you didn’t see him that way and he tried to stamp down his inappropriate thoughts.

His conversation with you a few days ago only solidified the fact that Rick shouldn’t be thinking about you in any way that wasn’t platonic. You had come to him with an empty pill bottle, saying you’d run out about a week previously and could the group look for more.

Rick had already known about your sheltered, strict and fanatically religious upbringing, but realizing that your parents had put you on suppressants and left you mostly in the dark about your presentation made him rightfully angry. This would be your first actual heat and Rick wasn’t sure how you would handle it, especially after being on suppressants for 5 years, considering the way they messed with an omega’s hormones.

He was brought out of his thoughts as he heard a pained whimper escape you from the cell you slept in, the one directly across from his. It made him realize that your heat must already be starting. Rick debated with himself for a moment, unsure if he should give into his instincts or not.

Because he knew that he didn’t just want to comfort you, he wanted to completely take away all of the pain and discomfort he knew you were feeling and give your body the kind of sexual gratification it was so clearly craving after your natural biological instincts and hormones had been suppressed for so many years.

When he heard another pained but muffled cry escape your lips, Rick knew he couldn’t resist any longer. So, he climbed out of bed and headed for your cell, determined to at least help you in some way.

You squeezed your legs together as tightly as you possibly could, but it didn’t help. You were hot all over, sweat covering your body and your clothes scratching irritably at your skin. It didn’t help that Rick’s scent seemed to wrap itself all around you. You thought you’d found it irresistible before, but now that seemed like nothing because you were barely holding yourself back from going into his cell.

What you would do if you actually found yourself there, you didn’t know. All you knew was the undeniable need you felt to be near him. Your mind seemed to be losing a battle against your body and it left you a little fearful.

You remembered your mother calling you an ‘omega’ shortly after your sixteenth birthday. You could recall the way you felt hot and irritated, but your parents had put you on those pills that made it all seem to wash away and never come back – until now, at least. You also remembered the countless times your parents told you to stay away from alphas.

You’d somehow just instinctively known that Rick was an alpha the moment you’d met him. And while your parents’ words rang through your head, they were gone by the time you met him and now so were the pills. All that was left was this never-ending feeling of heat and the desire to be near him that you felt (but didn’t quite understand).

You’d always had a sensitive sense of smell, but Rick’s scent was irresistible. It filled you with such a mix of emotions, like comfort, protection and happiness. But you also found it sinfully alluring, and it left you feeling slightly ashamed whenever you caught traces of it and you became filled with scandalous desires.

As your thoughts on him lingered, your body seemed to respond and the desperate, aching heat between your legs increased. You curled your hand into a fist, raising it to your mouth and bit down onto your fingers in an attempt to stifle the sound of pure, unrestrained need that left your lips.

“Rick…” you found yourself moaning out, half in shame and half in desperation.

Then you caught his scent getting stronger and you recognized that he was coming closer to you. The realization caused you to feel conflicted between a sense of relief and mortification. Your mother’s words seemed to repeat like a mantra in your head, telling you that the kinds of feelings you held for Rick (especially in that moment) were sinful and wrong.

But when he reached the doorway of your cell and his scent wrapped around you completely, all that you could think was how it felt right for him to be there. You tilted your head to look up at him and the heat inside you only swelled more intensely when you realized that he wasn’t wearing anything except his boxers and a plain, white t-shirt.

“Rick,” you whined out again, a little louder this time and completely yearning for him.

“Hey, it’s okay ‘mega,” he said gently, coming to the side of your bed and bending down to look at you properly. “It’s not that bad yet.”

Not that bad? You thought to yourself incredulously. I feel like I’m burning alive from the inside.

“I…” you whimpered, completely unaccustomed to all the different things you were feeling. “I can’t…”

Rick looked away from you briefly, seeming caught up in his thoughts, like he was internally debating something. But then his gaze met yours again and he looked like he’d made a decision.

“C’mere, ‘mega,” he murmured, reaching out to you.

His touch only seemed to make the fire within you blaze even hotter, as his hand fell to your shoulder. Rick either didn’t notice or didn’t mind, wrapping his arm around you until he was able to help you up. He carefully led you out of your cell and towards the locked door that marked the exit of the cell block.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“The warden’s rooms,” Rick replied. “It’s not far.”

You remained silent then, feeling only a little scared as you exited the safety of the cell block. But as he promised, you arrived there quickly enough. You only gave yourself a brief moment to look around, realizing that the warden of the prison must have lived there, since there was a bed.

“We’re keeping this room for when you’re in heat and I’m in my rut.”

You wondered what on earth a rut was. You’d only just begun to understand the fact that your body would be going into heat now that you were no longer taking the pills.

“You can stay here,” Rick continued. “Until it’s over. You’ll be safe in here, I promise.”

“Wait!” You exclaimed hurriedly. “You’re… you’re not going to leave me in here, are you?”

Rick looked at you with a strange expression, one you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Y/N…” his tongue darted out to briefly lick his bottom lip and it just made you feel even more heated. “I can’t stay here.”

“Why not?”

You didn’t realize how much you were tempting him with that question. In your mind, you just didn’t want to be left alone and you definitely didn’t want to be without the comfort his scent was giving you.

“You want me to?” Rick asked with a hint of trepidation.

“Please,” you practically begged him.

Unbeknownst to you, Rick was extremely conflicted. There you were, pleading with him to stay, but he was aware that you probably didn’t really know what you were asking. He knew that he should just walk away, but a deeper and darker part of his mind suggested that he could stay and help you through it.

He didn’t have to touch you… he could just guide you and make sure you weren’t alone. He ignored the more reasonable side of him which pointed out the fact that he would eventually lose his self-control. Hell, that was already slipping away as he made his decision.

“Okay…” Rick agreed. “But stay here for a few minutes. I’ll get some food, water… so you have everything you need.”

You just nodded, not minding just so long as he did come back. Rick gave you one last lingering look before leaving and once he did, you sat down on the edge of the bed to wait for him. But with each second that he was gone, your body seemed to get worse. That insatiable feeling between your legs seemed to be aching for Rick and the way his scent lingered in the room but wasn’t strong enough only made it more unbearable.

A thick fog seemed to cloud your mind and your inhibitions started to fade. Your hand seemed to move of its own accord, falling to the top of your right thigh and then sliding down between your legs. You’d touched yourself before, trying to forget your shame in the dark of night, stifling the quiet sounds that left your mouth in your old bedroom and finding a small sense of devious relief.

Maybe you could do it again now. Maybe it would satiate your wicked body until he got back, and you felt his scent wrap around you again… At the thought of Rick, your resolve wavered, and your hand disappeared under the waistband of your sleep shorts. They barely covered anything, and you’d felt slightly embarrassed to wear them at first, but now you were glad that they didn’t restrict you too much.

You let yourself lay back with a quiet moan as your fingers came into contact with your folds and all thoughts of it being wrong fled your mind as your body sang with happiness and relief. You let yourself think of Rick, imagining him while you touched yourself and felt wetness beginning to pool beneath your fingers.

You wondered how it would feel to have him touch you like this. Those long fingers giving you sinful pleasure while his deep voice with that southern lilt murmured dirty things into your ear. It made you squirm because everything you’d ever been taught told you how wrong it was to imagine him like that, while your body seemed to whisper seductively to you, pointing out that it felt so unbelievably good, so what did it matter?

You were so caught up in the pleasure you were giving yourself and the thoughts your mind conjured up of Rick, that you didn’t even notice the door opening back up. When his scent filled the room once again, you just became even more lost in the depths of your unholy desires, never once stopping to think that it meant he was back, and you needed to stop.

“Fuck…”

Your eyes snapped open, and you froze in horror. Rick was standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You became absolutely mortified, realizing how uncomfortable he must have been, seeing you like that. The fog seemed to clear as rationality entered your mind again. You pulled your hand out from your shorts at a rapid speed and blushed deeply.

“I’m so sorry,” you covered your face with your hands in complete and utter embarrassment.

Rick didn’t say anything, but you heard the door shut and the sound of footsteps approaching you. Then he was gently pulling your hands away so that you would look at him.

“You don’t have to be sorry, ‘mega,” he assured you. “It’s normal.”

You just stared at him, not really believing his words.

“It’s your heat,” Rick continued. “You don’t have to feel ashamed by it.”

He seemed to read you easily, and knowing about your sheltered upbringing likely helped him to ascertain the conflict of emotions within you. His close proximity didn’t help, as the intensity of his scent seemed to just make your symptoms unbearable again.

“I can’t stand it…” you admitted, squirming slightly. “I feel like I’m on fire.”

Rick just nodded, understanding. Then one of his hands fell to your left thigh, resting on the space just above your knee. You watched as he swallowed thickly, the action causing the protruding bump of his Adam’s apple to bob slightly. His pupils dilated as his thumb rubbed lightly against your skin and when he spoke you thought you might actually become consumed by that internal fiery feeling.

“You wanna touch yourself?” He asked lowly, voice husky and thick with lust.

He was so blatant about it – something you couldn’t bear to be. You just nodded ever so slightly, stuck between feeling embarrassed and just wanting to know what you should do.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Rick told you. “If that’s what you need, then you shouldn’t hold back.”

“I don’t want you to leave though…”

Your desire to have him close outweighed your need for release in that moment. As if in reaction to your words, Rick’s hand squeezed down slightly on your thigh and his tongue darted out once again to lick his bottom lip.

“I don’t have to…” he suggested ever so softly. “I can stay.”

The idea made your heart skip a beat and once again you were torn between what you’d always been taught to believe, and what your body was telling you, which was to just follow your instincts. Rick seemed to sense your hesitation and when he brought his other hand down to settle on your right thigh as well, you let out an involuntary sound which betrayed your carnal need for him.

A small smile curved up at the corners of his lips, and now with one hand on each of your thighs, he stroked his fingers lightly up and down them.

“Do you want me to?” Rick asked.

“Yes…” you replied quietly, with only the slightest hint of hesitation left.

“Tell me what you need, ‘mega,” he coaxed you. “You want these off?”

His fingers tugged lightly at the bottom of your shorts, and you just nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his, as his eyes darkened even further. Rick brought his fingers up to the waistband of your shorts then and pulled down on them until they began sliding down your legs.

A mix of excitement and anxiety swirled through you because, oh… you shouldn’t be doing this, but you couldn’t find it within you to want to stop. When those immodestly tiny shorts had been gotten rid of, Rick’s gaze fell to the place between your thighs, now only covered by your cotton panties.

“Those too?” He asked, forcing his gaze back up to yours.

You hesitated, unsure if you were ready to completely expose yourself to him yet. But the fluids that had gathered between your folds as you’d touched yourself had only built up even more and it was slightly uncomfortable. So, you nodded again, and Rick was quick to hook his fingers under the elastic and pull them down too. Your panties had barely reached your thighs when he paused, drinking in the sight of your now unprotected pussy.

“Fuck, ‘mega,” Rick groaned. “You’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks heated, as the compliment was directed at such a sinful part of your body. But to hear him praise any part of you made you almost dizzy with happiness. He tugged them down the rest of the way, leaving your lower body completely exposed to him. Then, Rick spread your legs further and licked his bottom lip again. You wondered if he knew how much your heated skin grew worse every time he did it and if he was purposefully trying to torment you.

“You’re so wet…” Rick breathed out and you felt his fingers twitch against your thigh. “Go on, ‘mega… touch yourself.”

It was so dirty, the way he said it and you knew you shouldn’t have been letting him witness such a thing. But you were burning up inside again and your body didn’t seem to care about the beliefs that had been imprinted into your mind. Your hand moved without you really thinking about it once again and when you touched your dripping folds, you let out another sound of desire.

“That’s it, baby,” Rick moaned, barely holding himself back.

He was so close to you; it should have made you feel ashamed, but it only left you more desperate to touch yourself. Rick’s grip on your thighs tightened slightly as he tried to keep himself in check. You were driving him to the edge of his sanity, exploring yourself right in front of him. Rick wanted to instruct you to spread your folds a little more, so he could see more of your perfect pussy, but he reminded himself that this wasn’t about him. He knew that you only wanted him there because of your heat, so he reminded himself to just guide you where you needed it, like he’d told himself he would. But the urge to just reach out and replace your fingers with his own, or maybe with his mouth… it was overwhelming him.

You took in how heated Rick’s eyes were as they remained fixated on the way you pleasured yourself. Your eyelids became heavy as you watched him watching you, wondering if he really was as captivated by the sight as he seemed to be. Your fingers rubbed over your clit, making the desire swirl rapidly through you, increasing with every little movement you made to stimulate yourself further.

“That feel good, ‘mega?” Rick asked, bringing his gaze to yours and catching the way you were staring at him.

“Yes…” you admitted with just a little bit of shame.

“You can close your eyes, baby,” he suggested. “Think of whatever gets you over the edge.”

You just shook your head, because the only thing that would send you towards release was right in front of you and the real thing was better than anything you could imagine in your head.

“It’s okay,” Rick tried to assure you, thinking you were just too shy. “Your heat is a natural part of being an omega. You should enjoy it.”

You averted your gaze from his as your cheeks became heated again.

“I… I’m fine just… just looking at you…”

You blushed furiously, not knowing what had come over you to be able to admit that out loud.

“Omega,” Rick practically growled out, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs.

You worried that you’d possibly upset him with the admission and frantically met his gaze again as your movements halted.

“I’m sorry!” You found yourself saying again. “I… I shouldn’t have said that…”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he calmed you. “It’s just your heat… it’ll make you want an alpha and I’m the only one around. It’s okay.”

You frowned and didn’t really consider your words before you spoke them.

“It’s not that…” you admitted shyly. 

Rick’s gaze pierced into yours, silently urging you to continue.

“I know it’s inappropriate but…” you tried to finish what you’d been about to say but found yourself faltering again.

“Have you already touched yourself while thinkin’ about me?”

You avoided his gaze again, looking off to the side self-consciously. Would he condemn you if he knew the truth? But then you felt his fingers begin to caress your inner thighs, slowly moving upwards and you realized that in the fog of that heated feeling you were still experiencing, he was still kneeling down between them.

What use was it to feel embarrassed over words of admission when you were completely exposed in front of him? You went to try and squeeze your legs shut as humiliation washed over you, but Rick’s grip was too strong, and he kept you right as you were – and exactly how he wanted you to remain.

“Answer me, omega,” he demanded.

You just nodded yet again, unable to even form the simple word ‘yes’ as you remained the subject of his intense gaze.

“Do you want me to touch you, instead?” Rick prompted, his fingers continuing their torturously slow ascent up your thighs. “Tell me what you want baby, don’t be shy.”

The fact that he seemed to be encouraging your sinful desires rather than judging you for them, only spurred you on.

“Yes…” you admitted softly. “I want you to.”

“Fuck,” he cursed again. “You’re so sweet, ‘mega.”

“Sweet?” You questioned out loud, feeling like the farthest thing from that as your upbringing made you feel dirty for your shameful desires.

“Yeah,” Rick breathed out. “I bet you taste sweet too.”

Oh, that made your pussy squeeze down with anticipation and you didn’t even really comprehend what he meant, but some secret and hidden part of your body seemed to respond and understand that it was something wickedly good. Rick just smiled deviously as your body squirmed a little and his fingers finally made contact with your wet folds. You let out a restrained sound of desire at his touch, but he seemed to disapprove.

“Don’t do that,” Rick gently admonished you. “I wanna hear every little sound you make, omega.”

Before you could nod or say any words of understanding, Rick pressed down onto your clit with his thumb and the only response you could give was a deep and shameless moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised. “Don’t hold back.”

He continued to tease you, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub and it was so different to when you had dared to touch yourself in the past. It was more pleasurable, because now you were no longer in control. It only made it even better that the man you desired in every sinful way possible was the one doing it to you. More moans left you, escaping your lips freely now and your pussy squeezed again as Rick’s fingers moved down to gather up some of the generous amount of slick still pooling between your legs.  

“I’ve thought about you too,” he admitted lowly, continuing his perfect ministrations. “You’ve got no idea how much you drive me crazy, ‘mega.”

The revelation both stunned you and left you feeling overcome with happiness. Did he feel the same way you did? In truth, you weren’t entirely sure how you felt, because this was all so new to you. All you knew was that you felt drawn to him and even though it had started with his scent, it didn’t end there.

“Let me taste you baby,” Rick requested.

You still weren’t entirely sure what that meant but you were very eager to find out.

“Okay…” you moaned out as his thumb pressed down on your clit.

“You ever had a man eat you out before?” He asked with a devilish grin, like he already knew the answer.

“No…”

“What about touching you?” Rick continued. “Like this.”

He teased the sensitive nub further with his fingers, emphasizing what he meant.

“No, you’re the first…”

“Fuck baby… I’m the first one to see you like this?”

“Yes,” you admitted softly. “Rick… isn’t this wrong?”

Your inhibitions came back slightly at the reminder that he was the first man to ever see you so exposed and you remembered why that was.

“No, sweetheart,” he assured you. “Get that stuff outta your head. Lie down and let me take care of you.”

You hesitated just briefly before doing as he said and relaxing back onto the bed. You trusted him, enough to even forsake everything you’d ever been taught. And as you felt Rick shift between your legs and move closer until his warm breath met your dripping wet and exposed folds, you allowed yourself to forget it all too and just completely focus on him.

Then you were moaning so loud, you wondered if it was actually more of a scream as his lips enclosed over your clit. Your fingers curled into the sheets beneath you and your hips started to move up on their own. Rick pushed them back down with his hand though and kept a tight grip on you, holding your hips steady.

“Oh…” you breathed out, all rational thought leaving your mind as you focused on just feeling.

You had never felt so good before, and you didn’t care if it was a sin or anything like that. Your only concern was Rick and everything he was doing to you, everything he was making you feel and how right it all seemed. The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, pushing up the hooded part and teasing the sensitive nub underneath. His lips sucked down around it and his fingers tested your entrance further down, noticing just how tight you were.

Waves of desire were spreading through your body, and it was almost too much, because you’d never experienced anything like it, or anything so intense. The coarse hair of his short beard tickled at your skin and even provided extra stimulation around your clit, where it sat around his lips.

His fingers pushed slightly inside of you, and it was a little shocking, because you’d never dared to explore yourself like that. Your pussy seemed to automatically clamp down around them, and Rick pulled them back out, apparently thinking better of it for now. Instead, he let his lips travel down from your clit and to the tight hole of your entrance, deciding to test you with something softer.

The tip of Rick’s nose rubbed against your clit and then he actually breathed you in, before letting out a deep moan as though he liked the scent of you there. That seemed so incredibly naughty to you, but your body’s only response was to produce more slick in anticipation of what else he would do to you.

“Ahh…” you moaned out uncontrollably as his tongue pushed into your pussy. “Rick…”

He let out his own moan in response, the sound vibrating through your core sensually. And then he was giving languid strokes of his tongue inside you, pushing you further towards the threshold of your desires. It was soft and pleasant, not feeling intrusive as he tested the tightness of your inner walls.

Rick was completely lost in his lust for you, feeling addicted to the way you were coming undone. A good girl, raised with strict religious morals, now a moaning and sticky mess beneath him, completely at the mercy of his touch. It was exactly how he wanted you to stay, receptive to him and eager for more.

Your scent was so lasciviously tempting to him, and especially with his nose being buried near the scent gland at your pussy. It made him crave every part of you and it was hard to hold himself back. He wanted to bury his cock (still trapped within his boxers and achingly hard) deep inside your pussy. But Rick knew he had to be patient and wait until you were ready, not just physically but also mentally.

Maybe it was a form of corruption, as he peeled away the layers of your innocence, but he couldn’t find it in him to care anymore. He wanted you to be his, in every possible way, just like he wanted to not just be the first, but also the only one to ever know you like this.

Your body felt like it was ascending to some high and just out of reach peak, and as Rick’s nose rubbed against your clit and his tongue thrust into your core, you felt yourself edging ever closer. When he pulled his tongue out of you and licked slowly up your slit until he reached your sensitive nub again, you felt the first ripple course through you.

But then his lips were wrapping around your clit, and he sucked down hard, just the tip of his tongue flicking over the little bundle of nerves. You cried out in shameless ecstasy, all inhibitions thrown to the wind as your body both tensed and seemed to also be overcome with euphoric release.

Your legs shook, with Rick’s head still buried between them and his mouth continuing to overwhelm you with stimulation. He licked and sucked as your entire body seemed to spasm. Your eyes squeezed shut and your mind became blank for a moment. The sensations you were feeling were new and powerful and so wickedly pleasurable. It was strange, but even with the intensity of it all, you still found yourself already wanting to chase that feeling again as your body began to settle.

The raging fire within you also seemed to calm down and your mind cleared slightly. Rick’s tongue slowed in its movements against you and then he was pulling back to look at you. His tongue flicked out again to lick his lips clean of the traces of your slick which had been left there. It was so wicked to think of him tasting you like that, but you found that you liked it.

Rick’s lips curved up into a salacious grin and he got up, moving to trap your body beneath his. You met his gaze, looking up at him with a mixture of awe and slight bashfulness. He reached out to let his fingers gently grip your chin and then his thumb was brushing along your lower lip.

“You’ve got no idea, do you ‘mega?” He asked you lowly.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, only confirming his observation.

“That’s what makes you so damned perfect. You have no idea what you do to me, because you’re not even doin’ it on purpose.”

His thumb pressed down harder against your bottom lip, and you let out a quiet moan. He was right; you were still not fully comprehending all the things he was making you feel, let alone how you were making him feel.

“You tell me now, omega,” Rick continued. “Your mind’s clearer after that, I know it is. You tell me if you want me to leave, because if you don’t do it now, I won’t be able to hold back later. When your heat fully hits you, I won’t be able to walk away, so make a decision now.”

The thought of him leaving made you feel panicked. You didn’t want to imagine experiencing this alone and he had already made it so much more bearable than you feared it could have been. When Rick explained your heat to you a few days ago, it left you filled with anxiety and trepidation. Now that he’d touched you, made you unravel until you reached the height of elation… there was no way your own fingers could compare.

You didn’t care that you’d always been taught that this entire thing must be a complete sin. Rick told you it was natural, that it was a part of you, and he knew in ways your parents would never understand. He was like you, even if he was slightly different. It was like he was the other half that could complete you and help you get through the confusing experience that still lay before you.

There was still some trepidation within you, because you were so inexperienced and unknowledgeable in general, let alone compared with Rick. But he had been so patient and had taken care of you so far. The answer to his request seemed obvious to you.

“Please stay,” you asked of him softly.

Rick didn’t try to talk you out of it or remind you that there was no going back. Instead, his eyes darkened with unrestrained desire and he leaned closer to you.

“Okay, ‘mega,” he murmured. “If that’s what you want.”

You just nodded and then he closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours like you had just made a vow to one another and you were now sealing it with a kiss.

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A/N: I'd really appreciate feedback on this one. Part 2 will involve some more exploration for the Reader with Rick before having her first time with him. Part 3 will involve Rick's rut hitting and be my usual alpha rut scenario, but with a bit of a different feel to it as Rick tries to control himself with the Reader, since she is still very new to so many of the things going on.

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"Tainted Dolls" - And how I handle them

I have mentioned on IG I want to actually blog more, write down my thoughts and impressions to get things out of my mind and share my expierence. This is a rather personal entry on how I handle dolls that got "tainted" in some way.

With "tainted" I mean difficulties that I came across during ordering, receiving, working with other artists, postal services and maybe my own standards.

The pictures above all feature some different dolls that got tainted for me, I have a lot more some carry heavier weight, some have lost their tainted status/I forgot about it, some are old, some are pretty recent.

If you are interested in those please read ahead.

Let's define what kind of dolls truly fall under the "tainted" term for me with examples and how I handled them ever since. Not doing all that's... too much of negativity to deal with rn. Starting with some ages cases and moving on to more recent dolls to see how things can develop.

Before I start I can tell I always try to give the doll a chance, to win my "love". There was one case I but the doll/head on sale after unboxing because I was so disappointed, let's start with that one.

Elisa - Unoa Lusis FP - Wrong Colors

With Elisa it is... Ara was my main Face up Artist for years but I wanted to expand a bit. After Nathan (Elisa's BF) was painted by Lynsey and it worked greatly I send Elisa's FP off to another local Artist to paint her. The photos looked great and I always wanted a cute Unoa.

But as I unboxed the FP the colors were completely off, nothing matched to the photos, the artist was baffled insisting the photos were correct. I put the FP on sale right away ... she was bought by said face up artist .. well.

I can tell I later on got my Unoa Lusis with the most beautiful Face up I think this was a gap to fill.

Now to the dolls that got a chance with me:

Samuel (LM Little Bear) - Goodbye head?

Samuel's 2nd shell was send to Canada for a Face up by Belladonna. I absolutely adored her style & her circus crew but I wasn't in for what was upon me. She went mia. Alright I knew she did that from time to time - I tried anyways. But she went really mia on doll forums but was super active on Instagram and I actually made my IG account back then to get in touch with there as she didn't reply to mails or PMs. She told me the same over and over again if she didn't ignore me or pretended I never wrote her. It took me months of back & forth to get him home after treatening to open a paypal dispute after the time she told me like 4 or 5 times "he'll be ready by the end of the week" but poured out Cosplay photos and was super active in everything but not this commission. In the end I finally got him back 3 months overdue. After I ordered a replacement head because I was certain to never see this head again.

As I got him back I instantly loved him and all the hassle was almost forgotten. I can tell he is a very tame case of 'tainted'. The replacement head was send to a local artist whom I trust a lot to paint him as casual variant. Ever since Samuel is fine for me.

There are several other cases in which issues with the Face up artist left a bitter taste for me, may it be the Artist being incredibly weird, taking forever or me getting back dolls unfinished, some of the dolls are doing great, some still have a bitter vibe, I won't get into all here. I can tell that the majority of the ones with face up issues are indeed dolls I am not doing much with, I take them out here and there but don't 'feel' it. Why don't I sell those? Well I still like the dolls and it's not like they feel anything, I can put them on display and still think they look nice.

Captain - Dear Mine Gorgi - Wrong delivery

Captain was a curious case, you might wonder what was wrong with the little fella?

Well it was that this was his first unboxing ....

Yep, I got send the wrong doll. I was devastated. But gladly Dearmine helped out, I was allowed to send the doll back, they paid me the shipping and shipped out the correct doll later. This got happily resolved and Captain doesn't feel tainted for me anymore.

Weirdly Tyki arrving broken/bend on arrivel didn't taint him for me, just in case you were wondering.

Artists going MiA - What about my doll?

I'll put these two together as they are similar.

First case here is a "happily resolved" I will start with that one. The doll in question is my ZeligenArt Anglerfish. Marie went mia from time to time, updated here and there. But after a year and her being mia for some time I made a callout post asking if somebody had heard of her as I knew she had some of the dolls in for a while. She got to me within hours, send my doll out the coming week and even gifted me a 3D file of a bjd. Which was the BJD Shark (Hanke), the whole transaction ended well and I like the doll, it's not taken out much but it's a fish anyways, that's okay.

Second case is the infamous Bulbasaur from Into the Deep Dolls. I never have expierenced such a liar of an artists in before. His bad luck was that Ara had an order going on as well and I could call out his lies af of "postal service is not operating in your country" as Ara got the order in a day prior. It was fight as the order date had passed any protection in the end I got the doll tossed some paint onto it, not even posted a boxopening as I hated it so much but felt bad when I would sell it as it's fanart of a series and made me torn from the start. I didn't even look at the doll for over a year.

Until my hobby burnout came and I somewhat decided to try everything to make it better.. Pumpkins helped. I repainted the little thing.

Now it's on a better display and taken out for photos even.

The Storyteller - DC Alva - Perfectionism and the Burnout done

Coming to more recent or interesting cases here. The Storyteller. What is wrong with him? I can tell my own personal standards. I projected a lot into his, I was hyperfixated on this character, everything needed to be perfect. As I failed to paint him myself I send him out to theUgliestWife who did an amazing job painting him. But upon arrival none of his eye made him look like what I wanted him to be, he looked DEAD to me. I have to say he arrived during the time my hobby burnout was happening and every little bit was enough to make me wheep. (I will get to the worst case here after him)

The photoshoot above is the 2nd take of the first try, the first is still so ugly to me that I can't look at the photos. The 2nd photoshoot is okay-ish but still feels icky.

I tried over and over again, had him ob display next to me, every time I changed things and took photos it felt wrong and dead. But I loved the character, I think in 2023, after 2 years of having him, I finally resolved the issue. He is easier for me now, the taint still swings with him a bit. But photos feel more natural. I think the main point was retaking the photoshoot that started it all.

So that's how he now feels for me:

At least as doll, the character is still not back to full force with me, OCs are hard to me. But I need the distance I guess. Maybe one day I will get into them again.

The UPS Desaster & Hobby Burn Out Triangle

What finally had led to my hobby burn out might be that photoshooting with the Storyteller as last drop but a big chunk of it was the UPS Desaster.

To make it short: these three dolls were shipped in May and arrived in August. They arrived in Germany in May. I live in Germany. They were scanned each day by UPS over and over and over again, 3 hours from where I live. The dealer (Angelesque) helped from the other side trying to free the parcel. After almost 3 full months in transit I finally got the dolls (I had to treaten them with a lawyer...), pissed off because I wanted to work on them to get them to the sea with me, I was super into merfolk around that time and even ordered one more which got tainted as well, but well they came in too late.

I pulled through customizing all three dolls at insane speed because around that time I kinda had a mental race going on with having them done upon arrival to be one of the first to have that type of doll finished ... I have literally no idea why that was a thing for me but it somehow developed. This was not possible anymore and my little shell got more and more cracks. I completely burned myself out by doing insane mods on them (breast removal by hand, additive mods, bodyblush for 3 dolls, 2 of them 70+), face ups, hair, photos. I was drained for my full summer break and beyond. I tried to get into things again but nope. Then the thing with the Storyteller happened. OCs seemed to be cursed for me, they didn't spark joy anymore. That's when I turned into fandolls again and pumpkins.

Kaneki saved my ass and Pumpkins helped, a few dolls (OCs) arrived around that time I never really got into them. Those are Tamani and Leopold.

They fall into the Triangle, I never was able to develop their characters as they somehow hit a negative nerve for me. I really like them as doll they are pretty to look at. What got me out was my DC Enoch arriving, scrapping making him into a OC (he was planned as Guardian for the Storyteller and uh... nope not happening), turning him into Clown Mana saved my hobby ass and got me back into the hobby along with D.Gray-man. Things got a bit lighter and I even got 1-2 "fresh" dolls after that but not for a "race" like I did in earlier days.

But a doll whom I ordered during the high time of the Burnout was Eeske my DC Beacher

She kinda got the treatment of "okay I will customize you but toss you in a corner afterwards" and I still kind of treat her like that. I will eventually come back to her when more time has passed.

This whole ordeal peaked with ...

Preorders out of Hell

These have different stories and this still hurts as they are super fresh .. but alright. Imagine you just had the whole Bulbasaur fuckup that leant into UPS being the most horrible shipping service and ultimately getting into a hobby burn out here. This all within a span of several months.

Pumpkins and D.Gray-man were my safety zone here. I got several preordered, got some heads, all fun and stuff.

1 - Pumpkins by Mirror. Not Mirror's fault she shipped my order in time but ... the postal service ate it. She replaced the order and 1 year later I had it and she even gifted me the other two heads. I can tell the little pumpkin Patchlings are already 'green lit' for me and have lost their tainted status.

2 - The failed Lavi.

Picture here is Lavi's 2nd shell as I am still super pissed towards the artist of the first shell. To make it short: Preorder happened, Preorder had problems with the Casting. Got promised a solution (that was Other caster with Body), solution was cancelled because "It's impossible to make such a body" (yeah they promised to make it without people needing to pay what was not that smart to begin with but alright, I would have paid for a matching body) ALBEIT happiliy posting that they made up a body in no time on their media. Preorder forth and back, got told "I will write each of you what we will do" - Refund without any further word. While we were mutuals. Artist pretending nothing happened towards me, Refund was less than what I had paid because of the exchange rates, I didn't get any apology, they got protected by the community, I got told to shut up. Ultimately I blocked the artist everywhere for my own sanity. And my mind will hate you if you support such an asshole behavior. End of story.

I got a replacement for Lavi because I want to have him as doll, I want to get over with this but he is still super hard for me. I am not sure if this head will work but I will try.

3 - Vampire Pumpkin not so much fun

Okay you have two lost pumpkin heads in the mail, a preorder failing on you and then a preorder going on for 1 year already with the artist ghosting you for two months.

This was not fun, I got Sokrates after some very questionable mails on my side and then ... UPS. Trying. the. same. shit. as. with. the. mermaids.

But this time with the artist (aka sender) not cooperating with helping me to free the parcel. I played the lawyer card right away as I was still getting flashbacks from the mermaids. As he arrived after 1 1/2 years after I ordered him I pushed him back on my working list for almost a year. I painted him inbetween to "do" something on him but well.

He is now a full doll and working on him yesterday was not a "yay he's here" but more "oh lord he is here finally this shitshow will end, come on I just want you to be done to put you into a dark corner and forget you exist".

The whole thing resulted in me pushing back ordering dolls/bodies for the heads I got as I wasn't able to deal with shit anymore. I turned to making more clothes for the dolls I have, finish my own head, pour more time into the customs overall. And got Cosplay sewing back to my mind. Yes, Cosplay is now my way to cope when the Hobby turns its back on me.

I mean there are things that frustrate me, but if I am the one doing it (aka being stupid while sewing) I am at fault and can try again later, I want to give my dolls a chance too. Ultimately I get up when I fall, I like my dolls.

I think the best way for me is to cool down for a while, set them aside and try again later on. The later could be the next day, month or even years later.

Some never will reach the status others have, some always will have a bitter taste to them. Some turn into fun dolls to have, some into favorites maybe. It's different from doll to doll.

[imdoingsortagay]

because @our-blood-is-our-ink said yesterday to expand on my Wagatha x r idea yesterday

Milf!Wanda who’s very much married to Vision ( for tax reasons) and is very lonely in westview til some new neighbors showed up that seem to be in their mid 20’s.

Just be aware SMUT BELOW THE CUT 18+ So if I see anyone below 18 I’m blocking you

Just newly married Agatha and R who moved in to the right of her to “ live the sitcom life” but also due to the fact that you got given money by your company to move to Westview. Your wife of course convincing you it would be so cool to move and both of you pack up whatever you have to move to Jersey.

Milf!Wanda taking a liking to both her new friends but mostly you, finding you do drop dead gorgeous even if she knows you’re gladly taken. Agatha catching onto what the older woman is doing while you’re totally unaware because work and Agatha are your main focus a lot of the time.

Agatha deciding to make this a fun game by setting up a day once a week where the three of you go out to spend time together.

First time you all go out is to see a movie, Wanda being put right in the middle of you too, trying so hard not to seem nervous even when the scary movie makes you hide in Wanda’s arms as “ Aggie really wanted to sit with you I guess >:( so you’ll do to protect me “.

Wanda going crazy with you as Agatha places her hand on Wanda’s Barr thigh( she wore shorts). Leads to poor Wanda going straight home and fucking vision even though she wants the both of you. Once Vis falls asleep , she fingers herself while using a small vibe from the local sex shop to make herself cum.

All three of you hanging out goes on for a couple of months until Dottie decides to throw a little get together at her house, fancy as hell which means Wanda is on edge seeing both of you looking so sexy.

Little does Wanda know Agatha had dragged you an hour into this boring ass party to fuck in one of the empty guest rooms cause she’s always horny duh. She has you on your knees rn sucking your strap.

Not to mention she was packing incase it got boring but also sweet mrs Maximoff would be there with her dumb as hell husband. Vis is talking with his homies while his wife decides to explore the rest of the house. Different old paintings, vases and plants later she hears moans coming out of a room. Out of curiosity, she’s met with the sight of Sweet Agatha fucking you on the bed.

“ look at you bunny , making mommy fuck your needy pussy at this party , imagine if you were caught acting like such a slut”.

Wanda immediately freezing up that she’s been caught right away but she doesn’t realize that one of her hands went to hike up her dress, the older woman deciding to not use underwear.

“ no I’ll be quiet mommy-“

Before she’s shoving her fingers in your mouth 😵‍💫 to let you to be quiet, Wanda doing the same as she covers her mouth with one hand while fucking herself.

But oops!

Agatha heard one of her moans and she decided to have some fun with the three of you.

“ Wanda honey if you wanted to see me fuck my bunny you could of just asked, “ you hear her say and start blushing when want comes to the other side of the room.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“ shut the fuck up Wanda , sit in the corner” Agatha orders the older woman to do which you find hot asf.

“ look at our new friend baby,” she says as she lives your body up enough to see Wanda in the corner of the room already touching herself , no underwear in sight.

“ let’s see how good Wanda can be for you and me bunny”

[songmingisthighs]

Blog Rules + FAQ

I've been wanting to make this for a while because I feel like some of you don't have manners (I'm talking about you anons 1-8) and it's hurting those who I'm trying to accommodate (and me ??? bc y'all annoying as fuck, go suck a cactus)

this list will be updated as i go so please refer to this post if you ever want to know something regarding this blog

I don't have many rules bc honestly, this blog is both a joke and a safe space. but the most important rules that I implement are :

the anonymous function is there to accommodate those who want to interact but don't want to reveal themselves or don't have their own account so they borrowed someone else's account and just do not want to out themselves. so, if you have any complaints, comments, critiques, writing suggestions or even straight up hate comments, do it to me off anon or else that's you giving me your consent to absolutely obliterate the fuck out of you and I'm not even kidding when i say i can be SO MEAN when i want to be

that being said, if you do have genuine questions or confusion or even want me to elaborate on some things, do consider the words you use and their connotations. there's a difference between "i don't think this makes sense" and "i don't quite understand this, what does this part means?" or "you're offensive" and "i feel like the word you use is rather insensitive" and I would GLADLY make a 2 page essay to explain my thought process because i know that sometimes the things i say can rub some people the wrong way even though i don't mean it. but for the sake of the shit i wrote like to imitate real conversations between characters esp in terms of like how close and comfortable they are with each other (the kind of relationship hey have), I'm risking myself offending some of you but that's why i am beyond willing to explain myself if y'all ask bc let's be honest, i can't post an explanation after EVERY post when no one is complaining.

tone indicators (/j, /hj, /gen, /affectionate) are never wrong esp if you and i haven't established a relationship bc there are some anons and some blogs that i interact with a lot and we are aware of our relationship alr

keep in mind that these rules exist to protect myself and the anons who genuinely do want to interact with my blog as anons. if you break any of my rules or if you cross me in any sort of way, i have god, an emoji creature that creeps the fuck out of everyone i know, and the fact that I'm a virgo with nothing to lose on my side, so you WILL get wrecked one way or another.

that being said, here are some of the FAQs i got.

q. do you do requests?

a. no, i'm not taking requests. between my series and the recurring ideas that randomly pops up in my head, i don't have the time and energy and frankly i don't want to disappoint. BUT !! if someone sends me an unsolicited request and it ended up inspiring me, i might do it but i'm not promising anything

q. do you only write for ateez?

a. rn yes, but it seems like I'm gonna start writing for xikers ??? and even though most of their members have reached legal age, i am currently not comfortable writing mature/rated stuff for them yet. rn I'm even still incorporating them into my ateez fics as to familiarize myself and i even have this baby!xikers and dad!ateez au thing i made with my friend so for now, that's the best i can provide

q. do you write yandere or darker themes?

a. it depends. i'm still struggling to label certain stuff ??? like i'm still familiarizing myself to the concept of CNC and kinkier stuffs and I'm still expanding my knowledge. that being said, i draw the line on the sexualization of : rape, incest, drugging, bestiality, (and more to be added bc ngl i can't think of anything else rn so I'll get back to you on that)

q. are minors allowed to interacy with your blog ?

a. absolutely, anyone is welcomed. but for the sake of safety and me not being cancelled, if you are a minor, please do not react with my mature stuff or the mature stuff i reblog. I'm putting a lot of trust in yiu guys so please DO NOT betray my trust

q. what apps do you use for your smau ?

a. i use Twinote and Fake Chat which are on android (google play) but idk if it's available on apple store

[peninkwrites]

Any headcanons for mafia!Tubbo that you haven't mentioned or included? Is the mafia au going to focus mainly on the characters it already has been focusing on, or are characters who are more in the background rn going to become bigger characters? I'm loving the mafia au, so really anything you have to share would be cool :D

Ohh I have Several mafia!Tubbo headcanons to share.

This one isn't happy (of course) but well, Tubbo first decided he was going to kill Schlatt when offhandedly he mentioned that Tubbo could never move out or go away to college or in general get out alive because he "knew too much" about the family business. So whatever plans Tubbo had of being estranged and just moving on with his life ended then and there. He was probably like 15. He waited with that conviction 3 more years before he finally did it.

Also, the closet in his bedroom he's used as a safe-haven for years. Big fancy old house, so there's a little window in there overlooking the street. He could wedge the door shut with some rope around the doorknob and the hanging rod. It didn't really make him safer, but it made him feel better. He'd dragged a chair in there, some books from when he was younger, and he'd just look out at the street from there, people-watching, fascinated and maybe too longing for the normalcy he thought he saw in them.

And in that same vein, Tubbo liked to think that Schlatt wasn't really his dad. I mean, the last name is all wrong, he doesn't know why and it's not like Schlatt was open to questions, so maybe out there somewhere his actual dad is a scientist or something, working for NASA he'd like to think. Or maybe a beekeeper. Something ordinary. Something without guns. (this is in part bc I normally don't like dad!Schlatt so. I'm making myself feel better lol)

And as for our main cast of characters: the rest of this arc will continue to focus on Quackity and Tubbo (I didn't expect the two of them to end up taking up so much screen time, but I'm not complaining, I love these guys!) as well as some more resolution for Ponk's story. As for the next fic, I do have subplots planned for Wilbur and Tommy, Sapnap will start to get more involved in Quackity's storyline. The Badlands are major to the plot, but I still am unsure of writing Bad and Ant, so idk how much we'll see of them! I want to write some more of Niki and Jack, eventually some more from Ranboo and Karl, a bit more of Sam, I don't think there's anyone who is going to become major to the plot that hasn't been shown to have a pov/story already! Most of our major arcs have started in one way or another by now :D (I mean, I am open minded, if I can find a spot to fit in more of them I will. Find an excuse to expand on Hannah's story, Tina was mentioned but doesn't exist really, Fundy is literally just an accountant but if there's room I will write him gladly. and Eryn I have SO much backstory for and nowhere to put it lol)

Actually, I know I've posted a few prequel fics, but the main prequel Plot (why did the Empire fall? What happened between Wilbur and his father? why did Puffy leave the police force and join the Badlands?) more major things like that I'll put together in a more plot-heavy multi-pov prequel fic, it will probably be a shorter arc focused on Phil and Techno, Puffy, Sapnap and Bad, Wilbur and Quackity, that type deal!

I'm so glad you're liking the Mafia AU!!! :D I could talk about it for ages, and these questions were really fun to think about! Thank you!!

[stimtoy]

considering that they went from 3 to 8 devs, are actively talking to us, support mods, and already have basic filters in place? i think cvr is gonna be a great time! since the announcement they went from 90 smth patrons to currently 850!!

things are looking good, theyre working overtime but its slow when youre a little team, yknow? current estimate is a week for things to fully stablize but we both know that sometimes that dont work XD

crazy that they went from 10 people playing every day to 10000 of us tryin to register all at once, the server trouble makes total sense especially since there were only THREE devs three (?) days ago!!

I SAW THE PATREON THING i'm so happy for them!!! i'm considering joining too tbh, cvr has a LOT of potential 👀

seeing them expand and communicate with people so quickly is super nice to see!! i'd gladly wait more than a week for things to stabilize tbh, they have a lot on their plate rn esp since this all happened while they were reworking stuff unrelated to the mass migration DJKNVJKVS

[crewelintentions-if]

I didn't knew we had partial-ro's???? I would love to know more about them, please Re! Partial because their romance is not as deep or because they count as flings only? Thank you so much for answering the spicy asks, wonderful work!

😊😊😊 Yes! I'll make an official post about all the ROs because much of their availability hinges on the Concurrent Story System and what I'd like to accomplish with regard to relationships! also, I❤️ answering the spicy asks, almost as much as I love world-building/lore questions! There is much character analysis in how we navigate sex and gender so!!! 😀

Anywho, yes I can spare a lil about the Partial-ROs now. Especially because I was trying to flesh them out a little more this morning!

When I say Partial, I mean in a manner of "I think it would be fun to sprinkle flirt options with these potential clients" & "I think it would be REALLY funny if skipper had a meeting with gilder and gilder was like 'do NOT fuck the client PLEASE.'". So they're more akin to flirt -> fling -> it's never going to happen because of x x and x reason -> aka they're Doomed Romances.

Then I got enticed by the nature of le Doomed and thought it would be fun to flesh out the politics of legacy & mystic families so I've been toying with something... intense in my notes. 😏

Here are a few common denominators between the two:

-> You'll formally meet them through Gilder's COSS plotline. This plotline can be triggered a little earlier by meeting with Gilder during Gilder's Home Route. I haven't written this scene yet, but she hands you dossiers for both Florin Zaibyr Ayizan and Ausar Dionbyr Irmak. You'll meet them during part 2!

-> I've been flip-flopping about their gender presentation, because they're both very minor characters and haven't been particularly loud in any direction. Originally, Florin was meant to be the same gender as Skipper while Ausar would be the opposite of Skipper's/same of Kieran's chosen gender presentation. However, currently, I am somewhat interested in making them the same gender as Skipper, because I am currently interested in having a few hard-set same-gender ROs. I also might go a neo-pronoun route while making them "same gender" as Skipper but I'm very particular about moving through the space of neo-pronouns rn. so... who knows honestly.

-> They've both been claimed by Elder Hand Titans with Major Patterns. This holds different meanings for both of them, which will be briefly explained later on in the post.

-> Ideally, you will have an opportunity to expand either of their romances into something more full and fleshed out, depending on what Legacy Mission you pick with Timor in Part 2. This allows you to make it official, to get a confession, and not just toy with implications. But I am potentially still going to end them with le Doomed. 😀 😃 🙂

Spoilers but Gilder is a bit more slow-paced than Kieran and Ilian, but also the one most prone to jealousy so I thought two Partial-ROs to fuel that would be fun for her route LMFAO. And Florin + Ausar will gladly amp that work drama up.

Now some quick facts below the cut:

Florin's family owns a prolific credit union, known as Medallion. They know Gilder personally, as the Ayizan family is a Mystic bloodline, similar to Gilder. The only difference is that Florin's family possesses notoriety and money while Gilder is the sole provider of what remains of their family. More on this during the dossier scene.

Florin was originally described as "affable and quiet, but incredibly greedy." I haven't written anything with them yet and have struggled to find their voice (spoilers but ya gorl René practices character voices for writing and gamemaster purposes! i suck at dialogue so i have to do this haha) but I've been drawn in by their greedy aspect. I'm going to heighten that big time me thinks. And turn their quietness into a soft-spokenness, not stoicism or shyness like originally intended. 😀

Florin might be a twin, I'm still working on that aspect. Point is you're gonna meet their sibling during their narrative and it's crucial to their journey. Especially because this sibling was made an Eidolon while Florin was not.

This morning I've decided to make Florin partially deaf (while also thinking I might make Kieran hard of hearing for Plot Reasons) and thus they're going to be using sign language, specifically of Fiendish origin vs the Standard in Plathis. I thought it'd be cute to call it Devil Shapes or Fiend Fingers. Maybe I should run a poll... 😆

Nsfw fact <3: Florin is definitely more visually motivated than most of the ROs. They'd really like sending and receiving pictures + are a big time sexter. I toyed with the idea of them doing sex work during their initial conception and decided to transform that to more of "Florin is a regular patron of sex works because of brief history in the sex industry" and would 🙃 lose their fucking mind if Skipper ran some kind of online situation of their own. the only time they would spend recklessly LOL

Ausar's family owns a necrotic security firm, known as Osiris Sentinel. They are (originally) not a local to Madras and were sent as a stand-in to do business on the behalf of their cousin. Somehow, my notes say Ausar is a Minister??? of Energy??? Which isn't a mistake, but it means it changes a lot for their narrative LOL.

Ausar was originally described as "blunt and friendly, and not at all interested in business matters." I intend to maintain these traits, but I'll likely apply a layer of anxiety to account for the lack of business acumen!

This morning I've decided that Ausar is the only Major Pattern holder in their family at this current time. Everyone else has a Minor Pattern while their (now deceased) father had a Lesser Pattern. That's a big deal for a Legacy family. And will likely tie into how they gained that Minister position. 😀

Boreal will know about Ausar and will mention during the sibling Brunch/Dinner! 😀 He'll bring up necromancy wards & how Ausar themselves is responsible for that one little tweak to make the ward's glyph function! Boreal wants to install them into his business LOL. fucked up for a funeral home to be guarded by skeletons though, huh?

nsfw fact: i'm still feeling them out, but Ausar feels like they should be more submissive now because they've hit more of a shy manner of speaking. I think I'd like to write a quiet but easily flustered Dom tho lmfaoo. I think that'd be complex and appealing! Either way, I think they'd be into Body Worship and general praise but I could see them wanting to try degradation kink stuff as the giver lol. I think their whole narrative is about leading towards boldness flexing what they can despite having a weaker constitution!

Annnnd that's the unofficial scoop on the Partial-ROs! Stay tune for the official RO post, which is likely coming before the end of September! :) Love you anon <3!

[thebluesunflower44]

Hey, Blue! Hope some prompts help you out of your funk. 💜💜

Pairing: Zutara

Prompt: Westward

Angst or fluff? I can’t choose! Whichever works for you!

tysm ever🥺 I chose angst!

“The sun is setting on the Fire Nation,” nobles whisper in the streets.

“Indeed, the Fire Lord’s glory has gone westward,” husbands whisper to their wives over dinner.

“Our nation will be ruined,” children who lack true understanding whisper to their friends.

And in the Fire Lord’s bedroom, a twenty-two-year-old woman whispers, “I’m sorry.”

Zuko turns his back to her and punches his dresser, sending a tremor through Katara. “What could you possibly have to be sorry for?” His voice is quiet too, but it carries a rage that threatens to burn the world.

“Out there, all those people - all your people see me as unfit to even stand in this palace. And while that doesn’t faze me, they’re not just badmouthing me. They say you’re a bad ruler and that you’re singlehandedly-”

“Stop.” He holds up a hand and on any other day, Katara would have reprimanded him for trying to command her. But today, she listens to him - it’s not as if she wants to tell him all the awful things she’s heard. “If anyone needs to apologize, it’s me.”

“That’s not true.” 

Zuko spins around to face her. “Had I never begged you to be the Ambassador, none of this would have been happening. Had I never gotten in between you and Aang, none of this would have been happening. Had I never kissed you, none of this would have been happening!”

If there exists a universe where none of that happened, she must be miserable in it. “Shut up, Zuko. You’re not allowed to even think that. I’ll gladly handle every problem the world throws our way, as long as I know…” she trails off, wanting to say ‘I have you’, but knowing that she can’t. Not right now, not today. She came here for a reason.

From the way he’s pacing, the young monarch doesn’t seem to have heard her, still caught up in villainizing himself. “It is my fault. It was extremely selfish of me to ask you to be by my side. Ridiculously selfish. The only thing I’m ruining is your life!” he nearly shouts, pointing a finger at her.

Katara’s heart clenches. He’s making this so much harder than it has to be. “You’re not.” And when he looks at her disbelievingly, she steels herself and continues. “You aren’t. But I can’t...we can’t keep doing this. I refuse to be the reason people lose faith in you. I won’t be the reason even more people turn against you. There is so much we can do, we are so powerful together - but I think we were naive to believe we could completely break down the hateful walls that war constructs in just a few years.”

In two long strides, he crosses the room and grabs her forearms. “Not this, Katara. Say anything but this. You are the only thing on this planet keeping me from going under. If you’re going to leave, at least do it because you’ve decided you hate me. Don’t do it for selfless reasons, please. What happened to being the two people in the world who never give up, no matter what?” He touches his forehead to hers so he can search for the answers in her eyes, but she can’t meet his gaze.

“I couldn’t hate you if I tried. I won’t lie to you, Zuko. I want nothing more than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives, but I think the time has come for us to be pragmatic about this. So many people in your nation are just waiting for you to mess up, and me becoming the Royal Consort will be their cue to tear you down. I will not be complicit in that.” Still not looking at him, she pries herself out of his warm hold and hugs herself. “I’ve already packed my things and the resignation letter is on your desk. I’ve talked to Azula too and she sees the necessity behind my decision.”

When she does glance up, she has to dig her toes into the carpet so she doesn’t rush to him and wipe the tears away. She can’t remember the last time she saw Zuko cry.

They maintain eye contact for a few seemingly never-ending moments, and with him looking at her like that, she feels like a murderer. Which is fitting, she supposes, since she has killed something here today.

His voice is brimming with venom that she knows veils pain. “Fine. Since you had the time to ask my sister about this and not me, fine. Did you also ask some of my councilmen while you were at it? How about some random people on the streets? Just let everyone help you in making this decision about our relationship, except for me!”

“Zuko-”

“Leave then! Why even bother telling me? The resignation letter would have been indicative enough!” There are sparks spinning around his fingertips. “Just go.”

“Zuko,” she hesitates, and when he doesn’t interrupt her she chokes out, “I’ll- I’ll leave. I’m sorry. I do still love you.” He collapses onto his bed, head in hands and she exhales shakily. “Maybe there is a world where the sun rises in the west. A world where our love signals the start of something new, instead of the end of your reign. I’m sorry we don’t live in that world.”

“Please, Katara.” His quiet sobs fill the room and she’s not sure if he’s pleading with her to stay or leave. Her hands come up to cover her mouth and tears she didn’t know were falling wet her sleeves.

Before anything can change her mind, she runs out of the room.

fun. I’d actually like to expand this at some point but also I have way too many stories rn, so we’ll see. again, thank you for the prompt :) I know it was a pretty loose interpretation but it’s what came to mind!

send me a ship and a prompt/story summary and i’ll write a short piece!

[floorbe]

if you like hot takes pls give us your tenko and kaede opinions, wise one...we crave it😩

i will gladly give but im rly tired rn so this is half braincell thoughts

Editing this bc I didn’t like how I was phrasing it and anon made me realize how unclear I was being lol. I think Tenko is a rly cool character but I just rly didn’t like her backstory for her personality. I thought it was kinda far fetched, (the reason for hating men at least) and then to kinda get rid of it all in the love suite was the nail on the head for me. I was also rly annoyed w how they kiiiiinda tempted the idea of Himiko and Tenko but never actually did anything w it

Like objectively her character is fun and probably used to lighten the mood and I can’t blame the writers for it. Her character is fun and cool and I’m definitely taking it too seriously. But also... h

give tenko mahiru’s backstory and i would be fine w her character. her character would make sense and i wouldnt be annoyed w her. but her whole character was hating men for a reason that was like... ???? and even that was inconsistent and mostly used for comedic moments. during her free time events she constantly flips between being chill to shuichi and wanting to beat his ass so... it was either hating men or drooling over Himiko and it just felt like her character was just thrown in as a “whatever it works”. her character had a lot of potential but in the end she was just tossed aside so like eh. i like her dynamic w himiko tho and those soft moments she has are really nice

v3 spoilers//

kaede absolutely shouldve lived and shuichi shouldve been the one who died. is this a hot take? to shuichi stans, yes, and theres a lot of them, so yes. (Assuming that one of them has to die) having kaede as a character wouldve been such a better plot, better character, better everything imo. Not to hate on Shuichi but I just think Kaede would’ve been a nice change. but nahh lets keep the casual sexism and kill her off bc man better (im looking at YOU, weirdly consistent skirt on every single girl character except aoi). 

i feel like she couldve been a real cool main character BUT only if they expanded on her personality more. i definitely wouldve gotten annoyed by the way too consistent optimism. i think her, kaito, and maki wouldve been a reaaally cool dynamic to see. 

i really like the idea of swapping main characters but ehhh... it wouldve made much more impact if shuichi was the one who you played as and died as imo. I thought it was rly clever how they pulled off her killing tho (even if it failed)

[esmeraykoc]

what’s up guys it’s me, actual dumpster fire ari. i know what you’re thinking .. this bitch again really ?? sdklfj this will prob be the last one though i promise lol so please come throw any and all plots / connections my way <3

BASICS.

full name: esmeray deniz koç

nickname: esme

d.o.b. / age: june 11th / 27

zodiac: gemini

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she / her / hers

sexuality / romantic orientation: bisexual / biromantic

birthplace: istanbul, turkey

neighborhood: sunstone beach

occupation: marketing director for koç holding

relationship status: single

children: none

pets: none

+ traits: charismatic, enterprising, meticulous

- traits: vindictive, guileful, domineering

INDEPTH. ( trigger warning for mentions of: illness )

esme was born and raised in istanbul, with the extreme fortune of coming from the koç family, one of the most affluent in turkey thanks to the empire business built by her great grandfather; koç holding.

she’s the youngest of four, and the only daughter, to yusuf and damla, her father being a big business exec, obviously, and mother a former actress/model turned socialite. damla was thrilled that they finally had a baby girl, one she could dote on and treat like little doll. 

and for much of esme’s childhood that’s exactly what happened, she wanted to create a miniature version of herself, and did so first by introducing her to the stardom life of a child actress. appearing in a number of films and shows. 

despite the fact that she certainly loved all the attention it garnered her, the older she got and ability to truly make her own decisions, the more she realized the path that damla was cultivating for her, wasn’t the one she wanted. 

much to her mother’s chagrin she actually idolized her father far more, sneaking into meetings with her brothers and seeing the respect and power he held at the head of the table. the way much of the public admired him going through the streets. it was exactly the type of revere she wanted. 

exceedingly clever and intuitive, perhaps too much for her own good, shined brightly in academics, though there were few stints of a superior attitude towards teachers that got her into trouble, nothing that ever stuck of course, graduating top of her class. and sat at the top of the food chain in social hierarchy. 

come university time she majored in business admin, to nobody’s surprise at this point really, obtaining her BBA. with a long list of job offers, especially the marketing firm she interned for, but turned all of them down to join the family business instead alongside her eldest brother. while the other two were off on their own career ventures, which meant more room for her to thrive.

even though she’s a daddy’s girl, when it comes to business yusuf is the farthest thing from lax, meaning esme had to start at the bottom like any other employee, and work her way up. she had no issue proving herself of course, and that she certainly did, climbing the ladder, steering the company in a greater light with her work in philanthropy also aiding that edge. effectively impressing a lot of the higher ups and catching the attention of few members of the board even. securing her current position as marketing director. 

did she maybe pull a little underhanded things to help her along the way though ?? i mean who’s to say really ... yes. 

recently her family learned that her father had been diagnosed with stage 3 COPD, an illness he’d known himself about having prior technically but kept hushed till it began progressing and doctors urged him to take it more seriously. so yusuf has since stepped down from his position as CEO handing the company to her brother barış, in a press release to the public merely saying ‘ it was time. ’ 

loyalty and trust are two solid foundations in their family, and while she keeps to those, and loves them deeply, she isn’t gonna pass up the advantage of her brother being on the throne and already basically being his right hand in all things, slowly but steadily making it so she’ll be the one really calling the shots. 

a big reason she’s in washington now, they’re looking to expand the companies reach further and have been in talks with a business in seattle about partnering or buying them out. here with another exec to keep negotiations going that haven’t fully been in their favor, which is why she’s already persuaded her brother to begin a hostile takeover soon.

why she’s in crescent harbor though ?? she found out someone of just as great an interest to her is here, @saintbayrak​​ . the two of them had a whirlwind romance that almost teetered on the verge of marriage, except, and unbeknownst to her rn, her father offered him a higher position to break off the relationship, which he gladly took. leaving esme heartbroken and scorned ever since. so she bought a house in sunstone deciding to stay here while working, and with a newfound incentive to remain as long as she sees fit.

her personality in short — spoiled rich girl with a dangerous ambition, slight manipulative and unhinged behavior hidden behind an outward charm and innocence. 

[karasunology]

✒ tagged by @sweetlysugawara

╰ thank you for tagging me, love !! <3

✒ rules: make a new post, name 10 characters from 10 different fandoms that you like, then tag 10 people

➜ sugawara. [ haikyuu!! ]

╰ i fucking love him, ( second plays goes to goshiki, yachi & all the pretty setters. ) ik he has his doubts on being a good enough player since he was "replaced" by a first year as a setter yet still does his best on wanting to catch up and improve, while not idk, having any negative feelings towards tobio. ( i just love him ok. )

➜ remus lupin. [ harry potter. ]

╰ literally love him!! he doesn't deserve being treated like a plague just because he's a werewolf and the fact that he lost his job ( or ya know, forced himself to quit. )just because of it, infuriates me. also the fact that harry potter didn't name his child AFTER HIM is ridiculous, because instead he names his child after severus snap, the person that contributed a lot of trouble and trauma in his life???

➜ haru kato [ fkbu ]

╰ this won't be long but ,, just love him ok?? he's a hardworking boi, and i love that about him. just shows how dedicated he is in his job ya know?? can't wait to see more of him in the future!

➜ felix [ wmmap ]

╰ the first manhwa i have ever read !! ngl it was supposed to be lucas here but like ,,, felix; ya know?? HE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY OK?? especially with his reactions in the background lmao lmao. ughh ,, & he's so idk i love him ok.

➜ lauren [ purple hyacinth ]

╰ kym is second place in my heart ok; i just love lauren. SHE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE, LIKE ???? THE GUILT SHE HAS BEEN   C A R R Y I N G   FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS JUST UGH. & WITH THE THING WITH DYLAN?? BITCH I WAS CRYING A RIVER ON THE SEASON FINAL EPISODE WTF. SHE !! NEEDS !! LOVE!! SHE HAS BEEN HURT WAY TOO MUCH IN HER LIFE. and that's on what?? my sleep deprived ass rereading purple hyacinth for the 52526 time.

➜ joon lee [ devil no. 4 ]

╰ bby boy has my heart and uwu. LIKE LOOK AT HIM IN HIS GLASSES ?? my second-lead syndrom is acting up y'all.

➜ daiki mamura [ daytime shooting star ]

╰ ok before any shishio sensei stans act up, YES I HOLD SENSEI CLOSE IN MY HEART & I'M VV HAPPY HE GOT HIS HAPPY ENDING ( THOUGH IT MAY FEEL FORCED. ) BUT PLEASE, I READ THIS SHIT FOR 26727W TIMES AND I'M STILL STANDING ON MAMURA'S LANE. like HE'S ALWAYS THERE FOR HER LIKE?? baby boi is such a flustered cutie, and the fact that he isn't holding suzume from going to sensei when she heard something happened. BeST FUCKING BOI AND I STAND BY THAT.

➜ hook [ days of hana. ]

╰ watch me rant here because HOLY SHIT THIS WEBTOON MADE ME DEPRESSED AND CRYING ( lowkey couldn't breathe. ) at literally 4 am in the morning and i bad to immediately read another webtoon/manhwa because i couldn't sleep after reading the ENDING. listen here and listen well, HOOK DESERVED SO MUCH MORE, HE SUFFERED SO MUCH THROUGHOUT HIS LIFE AND ONLY EXPERIENCED HAVING A FAMILY AND HAPPINESS WHEN HE WAS OUT WITH HIS (SPOILER ALERT) BROTHER HARU AND HANA. & the bastard that a abused him throughout his life, lmao lmao you deserved it when u died ngl.

➜ haru [ how i found it in july. ]

╰ i just noticed i cursed too much, um,, anyways. HARU, OHMYGOD. THIS MANHWA FUCKED ME UP SO BAD LMAO, CRIED SO MUCH. many thoughts, head full of tHE FACT THAT HARU KEEPS FORGETING ABOUT DANOH. i waNNA CRI SM RN SJJSJSJ.

➜ sharpay [ hsm ]

╰ listennnn, my GIRL SHARPAY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. & if you wan't evidence i'll gladly link a video explaining and expanding further with the idea.

this is so long lmao, i don't wanna bother anyone by tagging them so maybe just anyone who wants to do this ya know?