#id wear like 90% of them...

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when i got into motogp one of the first things i was told was marco cant dress but i kinda fw his fits fr 😿

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ok maybe tape binding isnt a great idea for me. sigh

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Who in atz do you think could be a mean dom? Full on mocking and teasing maybe maybe even some degradation (doesn’t have to include degradation)

In my opinion↓

I think woo, hwa, yeo, joong would be towards the top. gi imo would definitely be last he’s a big softy. Im not so confident about yun, gho, or san but id like to say they’re more towards the bottom.

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Woo (what can I say🤷)

Hwa (he’ll be so sweet while ‘bullying’ you. prepping soft kisses while being so so mean ☹️)

Joong (again what can I say😗)

Yeo (ik ik he’s a sweetheart but hear me out. he thinks of himself as a doberman instead of a maltese is all I’m saying. think he has a lot more bite than he lets on)

Yun (I feel neutral about him idk.)

San (possibly can switch spots with gho)

Gho (possibly can switch spots with san)

Gi (I don’t think he’d enjoy degrading his s/o in any way shape or form. even without degradation I don’t think he’d be mean possibly afraid of hurting them or himself lol. meanest I could picture him being is him teasing you. calling you mean dirty things, mocking you etc nahhh I don’t see it tbh 🤷😗)

•Least•

How would you place them instead ?

This is the next ask to answer and omg what a doozy, what an absolute fkn (horny) doozy.

It's taken me weeks to complete this post because I keep thinking and changing my answers lol.

Disclaimer: This is all speculation and not to be taken for reality.

Who in Ateez Could Be a Mean Dom?

Most!

Jeong Yunho No 1!!!

Of course I'm going to put Yunho as the meanest dom in Ateez because firstly, he's the ONLY member of Ateez that's a 100% 'suit-wearing, lamorghini driving dilfy-ass' DOM!- all the rest of the members are switches.

Whilst he doesn't have the biggest degrading kink, he's still a mean dom in my mind because he'd be the type to love to mock, edge, tease and humiliate yourself in front of him.

His natal chart also indicates he could be a downright sadist and enjoy objectifying whoever his submissive partner, like downright depersonalising you and treating you like property.

Yunho's dominant presence reminds me of James Spader's character from the movie 'Secretary' and in the movie, he has a bdsm relationship with his secretary (duhh) and he's a mean/hard dom.

In the movie, they're roleplaying a scene where he tells the secretary to place her hands on the table and she cannot move her hands until he comes back to her and he's gone for HOURS and he doesn't come back until she's fallen asleep (and peed herself).

Then he comes back and completes the scene and there's a beautiful aftercare segment where it shows him giving her water, he picks her up and carries her to the bathtub where he cleans her and washes her hair. The bathing scene then cuts to him gently placing her on his bed where he proceeds to absolutely worship her and treat her like a princess.

And yeah- that's how I imagine Yunho as a dom.

Also, Secretary is a great film in general that shows how a dominant should take care of their submissive PROPERLY and it also highlights how he enhances the life of the secretary/submissive for the better.

In another scene, there's a moment where they are having a conversation and he encourages her to be more independent and tells her to go take a walk because it's sunny and it'll be good for her mental health.

And Maggie Gyllenhaal is sexy in it and James Spader is SEXY in it!

James Spader is a Capricorn Venus and Mars so he was perfect for the role honestly and I know he's unconventionally attractive for the girlies who get it- you get it.

Park Seonghwa!!

He's the second because he's not a dom, he's a switch with a heavy dominant preference...probably 90% dominant to 10% submissive but as a dom- he'd be a mean one indeed.

His Aries Mars indicates he doesn't have the best stamina and *finishes* quickly so think 10-15 minute rounds but A LOT of them.

He's a mean dom because this Mars sign have the type to be a bit selfish, so for example, you have 4 rounds with Seonghwa and he'll expect you to prioritise his needs in the first two and then he'll satisfy you in the last two.

Would be the type to almost bring you to orgasm and make you wander around frustrated from a ruined orgasm for hours before giving you the euphoria you desire.

Jung Wooyoung!!!

Wooyoung is one of the three true switches of the group and I'm including him under Wooyoung because he would be a mean dom but also a bratty dom and enjoy mocking you in social settings.

He's got a bit of voyeurism kink most likely and so I can imagine him being mean to you by allowing you to go out the girls at the club but he'll leave a huge bite mark on your neck and expect you to leave it uncovered for everyone to see.

Definitely an edger, like I can imagine him running his fingers up your thighs while you're chatting with someone at the dinner table, going so close to where you need it but just never close enough so you're all red-faced and antsy whilst talking to others.

Kim Hongjoong!!!

Hongjoong is smack in the middle because I always mention how he's the most flexible with his kinks and interests.

He's one of the more switchiest members of the group and it doesn't matter if you're a brat or obedient, he'll tailor his personal interests to what you like and enjoy.

In terms of meanness, he is a Sagittarius Mercury so he could enjoy a little bit of degradation but I think he'd be more 'mean' in his love for edging, overstimulation, teasing etc.

He's also more into the psychological aspect of being mean so instead of calling you degrading words, he might be mean by making you crawl on your hands or knees etc.

Choi Jongho!!!

I'm placing Jongho here for the same reason as Hongjoong even though I think he's more dominant than Hongjoong, I don't think he'd be as into degradation as Hongjoong.

I feel he'd more show his mean/hard dom energy by restraining you with his size or with shoving your underwear in your mouth so you struggle with the audacity of teasing Jongho as he edges or overstimulates you.

Choi San!!!

Choi San is one of the true 'switchy' members of the group and could easily adapt to your desires and preferences so whilst I think he could be into being mean- I'm not sure he would pursue that unless you initiate.

He's a Leo Venus and they're extremely words of affirmation oriented and his fancalls consistently highlight his love of praise and being complimented- so I'm just not feeling it with him.

He'd love to spank your arse and manhandle you in multiple positions before degrading you verbally.

Kang Yeosang!!!

It's not that he could be a hard dom I just reckon he'd be bad at it and you couldn't take him seriously if he stuttered.

'are you being a b-bad girl for me?'

Let's be real, most would laugh if his voice broke during dirty talk.

Least

Mingi is least because (imo) he is the subbiest member of Ateez and I legit think he would actually feel bad if he was degrading towards you.

I think he would try if you asked him but I think he'd feel guilty about it or he would overthink about it and worry if you thought he'd actually meant those things?

I feel it would cause more harm to his health emotionally being the giver than if he would the receiver.

Not that I think Mingi would enjoy receiving the degradation but I think he could handle receiving it more knowing you'll praise him afterwards.

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heyy loveee !!

I don’t know if this is super weird, but yk what a hurricane shot is ? I was thinking maybe bartender!ellie giving a hurricane shot to reader. (and smut in bar bathroom maybe ??) hmm idk, js an idea!

What Can I Get For You, Cutie? (Ellie Williams x Reader) (Smut)

⚠️Warning!⚠️: This story contains smut, slapping and consumption of alcohol

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It was all your friends idea. You didn’t even know what it was. But based on their unstoppable giggles you should have known. You made your way through the packed club, being waaay closer to people than you wanted to, before finally making it to the bar. You let out a sigh as you placed your hands on the countertop, as if to compose yourself. Despite the few shots you’ve taken before this the nerves still crept up on you. You eyed the girl you’ve been gushing over the whole night as she prepared a drink for a girl who barely looks old enough to get in. You found it odd and you couldn’t help but wonder if she got in thanks to a successful fake ID. But you soon shook the thought out of your head. Who are you to wonder about that? Are you the police? Your eyes went back to the bartender who worked her skilled hands behind the desk. Grabbing different utensils before neatly putting them back in place. Despite the busy and noisy environment she kept her focus, zeroing in on the cocktail glass in front of her. She’s experienced. You stretched over the countertop a little more, just so you could see her slender fingers grasping the tequila bottl-

“Hey, (y/n)!” was announced loudly behind you before a hand was placed on your shoulder. You jumped at the unexpected touch, but relaxed when you turned around to see Bailey, one of the people who forced you out tonight. Also, your best friend since middle school. It’s one of those friendships that would have never happened if you hadn’t met each other when you were 9. Growing up you kinda chose different paths in life, and if it wasn’t for you magically choosing the same collage you’re pretty sure you’d never see her again.

“Hey!” Bailey yelled, getting the gorgeous girl behind the bar’s attention. Her pretty emerald eyes made eye contact with your friend, almost making you jealous cause you wish you would have the pleasure of looking into them. “She wants to order once you’re done!” she said while pointing at you, giving away one of her charming smirks. You quickly got pulled out of your trance and widened your eyes in terror. “Nonononono!” you felt the embarrassment creeping up on you as you tried to waft away her hand. Somehow the thought of the pretty girl not knowing you'd ever existed seemed more pleasing than having your friend get her attention as if you're a kid who can´t make an order for themselves.

But the bartender looked you over before giving you a little smirk followed by a nod to assure she heard Bailey’s statement. You hid your face in your hands as you slowly hunched over the bar desk that smelled of spilled alcohol. You're pretty sure you're hair soaked up a worthy of $90 of drinks, but you couldn´t care less. The embarrassment of looking at the perfect girl after this interaction was way more horrible. Bailey just chuckled at your act. She knew you hated stuff like this, but she’s pretty sure you’ll thank her after. “Good luck, (y/n)” she whispered in your ear before giving you a friendly back dunk, harder than usual. “Ow!” you threw out as you looked back at her making her way to the rest of the group again.

“What can I get for you, cutie?” you turned around to be met with one of the pretties smiles you've ever seen. Even thought it´s used to drain your bank account you can´t help but feel a little giggly inside. She placed her hands on the worktop in front of her as she leaned in, waiting for your order. All while wearing that smirk that´d make you throw your credit card at her. You lost the ability to think for a second. If anyone asked for your name you're not sure you´d be able to give it. She´s even more gorgeous up close. Freckles decorated her face and the glimes of the décolletage behind the button up shirt. You sure got a thing for freckles, but the girls you've hooked up with before couldn´t even compare. Seeing all the things you couldn´t from the distance before would keep you busy for days. Being able to point out all the things that made her unique while combing your fingers through her shoulder-length, auburn hair would be the dream. She even got a cut in her eyebrow! Like the one every lesbian guide tells you to get. Except this one looks like a real scar, which makes it 10x hotter. You're willing to risk it all for a girl you don´t even know the name of.

“Hi” you nervously laughed, “I, uhm….I would like a….”. Ellie found you absolutely adorable as you stumbled over your words, while you wanted to bash your head open on the fucking desk in front of you! She made sure to keep a soft expression while patiently waiting for you to get your order out. She’s no new to nervous costumers, though she more often come across more cuddly people who has a hard time standing up by themselves. Patience is key when you have a costumer who’s having a hard time getting their words out. Little does she know her face is the exact reason you're stubbling over your words like a fucking moron. “…..a hurricane shot, please”.

Considering Ellie's been kinda wishing you’d come over and make an order all night she almost thought her mind was playing a trick on her. She payed attention to you pretty early. Whenever the bar was rather slow she’d steal a few glances at you. Searching the room for your cute face. Usually everyone in this type of surrounding looks kinda the same, but something about your body language caught Ellie's attention. She could bet money you're not the one who came up with the idea to come here. Your uncomfortable and displeased manner sure made Ellie crack a smile. You seemed so out of place and somehow that amused her. Despite not thinking you'd stay more than 30 minutes she still hoped you'd made an order. Just so she could get the chance to interact with you. So hearing you order that made her think you could read her mind. But you looked innocent enough to not mean it in that way.

Guys would usually order a hurricane shot when they thought the bartender was super hot. Probably a weird degrading kink or something. You had made it very clear you found the bartender really attractive from the second you laid your eyes on her. And your friends insisted on you taking the next order, specifically asking for said shot. You had never heard of it before, but you’re open to try anything. Ellie´s questionable expression made you think she hadn´t heard you over the blasting music. But before you could repeat your last sentence, an octave higher this time, she asked with a chuckle “Are you sure?"

You nodded, though your mind was hesitant. What the fuck could this be if even the bartender seems hesitant? A mixture of all their strongest liquor? Ellie lets out another chuckle as she shakes her head in disbelief, mumbling "As you wish". She placed a shot glass in front of you on the desk, effortlessly grabbing the vodka bottle to fill it up. Once she´s done she turns around to grab a water glass and fill it up from the tap. Your eyebrow frowned, but you assume you have to trust the progress. But the wrinkles remained when she placed the untouched glass of water beside the shot. "There you go!" Ellie announced, sliding the two glasses closer to you. The gears in your head were working hard. Is this it? A vodka shot and a useless glass of water? Or is this some type of inside joke? What am I suppose to do first? Drink the shot or the water? Or is it one of those submarine ones where you’re supposed to drop the shot into the glass? Then what’s the point of the shot?

You reached over and grabbed the small glass with the strong liquor. As you did you notice Ellie making her way around the bar, on her way to....you. You widened your eyes and quickly looked down at your lap. You could feel her presence beside you, but you didn’t dare look her way. Thought you did pay attention to the black, beat up converse right beside your barstool. An awkward silence took over. Despite the loud music you could hear the cartoon crickets. Ellie waited another few seconds before breaking the silence “Sooo…are you gonna do it?”. “Ehm….I-I actually don’t-.....I don´t know what to do“ you finished with an awkward laugh. Why did you even get an order you knew nothing about? This is the last time you'll agree on something Bailey says.

Ellie was a little surprised by your statement, but it reassured her prediction you hadn’t come up with the order yourself. Someone told you to. A quick glance over her shoulder left no questions about it. Your friend group could barely contain their laughter as they watched the interaction between you two. Ellie shifted her attention back on you again. Your unsure eyes eyeing your recent order made you look so lost, so….innocent.

“Ellie!” both of you shot your head in the direction of the girl’s voice. “Hurry up! You need to come back and take up more orders” her stressed out coworker complained. Ellie? So that’s her name. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on it” she replied with a not so joyful tone, but it quickly switch when she turned back to you. "Do you, uhm......do you want me to tell you what it is?" Ellie could feel her usual confidence slowly wash off. Something about you didn´t just make her feel hot. It made her feel...nervous. She felt too much sympathy for you to just slap you across the face without warning. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to not do it! To just give you the shot as it is and claim you've got a hurricane shot. But considering your friends close eye on you she didn’t want to be called in by her boss and be yelled at for not doing a correct order. She’s here to do her job, take up orders and make sure the costumers are satisfied.

“Ellie! Just do it!” the other bartender once again interrupted, stressing Ellie even more. She let out a sign before handing you the shot glass, guiding you to take it. You do as informed, a little shocked at the touch of her skin on yours. It took everything in you not to make a face when the strong liquor hits your tastebuds, but you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of Ellie. Not more than you already have.

Ellie hesitantly grabbed the glass of water on the counter, shaking more than she should. She gave you a quick glance before throwing it your way. The cold water hits you right in the face, ruining any chances of your makeup still looking good considering the sweaty bar atmosphere. The couple sitting behind you turned around after feeling some of the droplets hitting them too. You let out a surprised gasp, louder than it would have been if you could have controlled it. But you didn’t have much time to think before you felt a sudden sting on your left cheek. Despite Ellie holding back as her hand meets your rosy face it still was a proper slap. And the water didn’t make it any better, just adding onto the burning feeling.

Oddly enough it felt like the whole bar had stopped at the sound of the smack. Of course that wasn’t the case, the music was still loud enough to be heard 6 blocks away. But you’re sure a few people turned their heads to look. You on the other hand were in complete shock. Your jaw was hanging low, eyes looking like they might fall out any second. And Ellie’s face was no different, though she tried to keep it professional. You were both completely frozen. You raised your hand and softly graced your abused cheek. The sting made you flinch a little, and you’re sure Ellie saw it cause her eyes switched from shock to utter pity. But before she was able to reach out and help you whip away the mascara that’s currently making streaks down your cheeks the same girl who’s been stressing her grabbed her by the arm and janked her back behind the bar. Thought Ellie’s eyes never let you. Baliey came running down with one of the other girls to help you down from the barstool. Ellie couldn’t hear what she told you, but based on her expression she seems thrilled, in comparison to you. A lump in her stomach started to form and a huge wave of guilt hit her like a wave. But she’s quickly forced back into the stressful tempo of being a bartender.

The leather seat felt nice as Bailey crashed you down beside her on her previous spot. Another one of the girls, Nathalie, come running with a bundle of paper towels. Bailey grabbed them one by one as she tried to dry you up without having too much of your makeup coming off with it. While the third girl, Lindsay, tried to dry up the remains of the water from your hair and clothes. “So……” Bailey began “Did you like it?”. You gave her a death stare that was enough to draw out an amused laugh from her. But matter of fact the wet stain in your underwear has been bothering you ever since Ellie’s hand left your cheek. But you couldn’t let Bailey know that. “Next time, don’t bring me into one of your weird kinks” you playfully said while rolling your eyes. Lindsay chuckled while throwing another crunched up paper towel in the near by trash can. Bailey smirked “But you thought she was hot, right?”. You nodded your head, looking up as she tried to correct the smudge eyeshadow on your lower lash line.

When the girls was done helping you to look as representable as possible with the circumstances everyone went back to their previous conversation. Almost like they completely forgot about the event that had just taken place. But you sure didn´t. How could you? The hottest girl you've ever seen had just slapped you across your face. You´d never tried anything like this before, but if Ellie were the one doing it you'd gladly take another round.

You made sure to sneak a few glances at the bar, not long enough to catch any of your friends attention. You could see Ellie effortlessly move around behind the desk, looking like she was built for the job. Her coworker whispered something in her ear that made her burst out in laughter. Oh my god, she’s perfect. As she continued to put the clean drink glasses in the rack her eyes locked with...you. You quickly turned your head towards your friend group, pretending as if you´d been apart of their conversation the whole time. Ellie chuckled for herself at your cute act. She couldn´t believe you still had problem looking her in the eyes after your latest exchange. The guilt was still there, though it looks like you’d repaired pretty well. She turned around to grab another batch of the glasses from the dishwasher that Sophie, her coworker for the night, had brought over to her. But when she spun around she´s met with a familiar pair of eyes that had issues looking into hers.

You nervously played with your fingers under the desk as you tired to not embarrass yourself any further. "I, um.....can I have another one?" you asked with a hesitation. Ellie smirked "Another what?". She was 99% sure she knew what you referred to, but she wanted you to say it. You took a deep breath, pushing away any nagging thoughts "A hurricane shot. Can I get another hurricane shot?". She could see her imprint starting to form on your chubby cheek. Ellie gave you another smirk before saying "How about you save your money and hold on for second?". You gave her a confused look but mumbled a "Okay". She nodded as if to reassure herself, "Good! I'll be right back!". You observed as Ellie mumbled something to Sophie before making her way to the back. Still confused you tried to build an idea of what she was up to.

After a few minutes a pair of hands grabbed onto your shoulders, making you jump. You thought it was either Bailey who had spotted you and now knew you had lied about going to the bathroom, or a creep who tried to make a move on you. But neither of them were right, cause the face that met you when you turned around belong to the bartender who´s got you wrapped around her finger. "Hi" she said while giving you another one of her charming smiles. God, just take my card and clear it already! "Hey" you answered with a nervous giggle. She didn´t waste another second before grabbing your wrist and drag you past the dance floor. She tried to avoid mixing DNA with the dedicated dancers that filled the floor.

You looked down at her hand firmly holding onto your wrist and saw a tattoo wrapped around her forearm that you somehow hadn´t noticed before. “Wait, where are we going?” you confusedly asked while trying to keep up with her footsteps. She glanced back at you before answering “You wanted to get slapped again, right? Or did you like the taste of the vodka shot so much you had to get another one?”. You made a face at the memory of the aftertaste that Ellie was able to see before turning her attention forward again. "No, you're right" you admitted while feeling your cheeks starting to heat up. “Right. So I’m just doing my job” she shrugged. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization. "Wait, wait, wait. I-I don´t even know your name". Lie. You sucked up that information the second her coworker said it the first time. But you didn't want to admit you'd payed such close attention to it. "Ellie” she said nonchalantly “My name is Ellie”. “Well, nice to meet you, Ellie. My name is-“ “(y/n). I know” Ellie interrupt. You were confused “Your friend said it pretty loud. I’m not sure anyone in this club missed it”. You laughed, she’s pretty funny too.

As the toilets came in view you could feel your nerves starting to freak out. Ellie opened the door to one of the unoccupied toilets while gesturing with her hand for you to go in “Ladies first”. You made your way into the cramped up booth, but before you got the chance to open your mouth Ellie spun you around and crashed her lips on yours. She quickly pulled away and a deep shade took over her face "I´m sorry, I´ve been wanting to do that all night, but maybe you-" you put your lips on hers to make her shut up. You found it rather amusing how you were the one stumbling over your words, but now she's the one being nervous. "I´ve wanted this too, Ellie. I´ve been eyeing you this whole night" you reasured her. "Yeah, I´ve noticed that" she added with a cocky smirk as her hand slide up your skirt.

You playfully hit her on the shoulder "I´m not the one slapping people in the face!". "You were the one ordering it!" Ellie quickly defended herself. "Yeah, yeah" you mumbled "Now come over here. I wanna see what those talented fingers can do". “Yeah? Oh, I’ll show you just how talented they are” she added while sliding her hand underneath your underwear. A cocky smile took over her face when her fingers met your mess “You really like being slapped, huh?”. You rolled your eyes and hit her on the shoulder again. She didn’t waist any more time before slowly sliding in her middle finger in your wet hole. You let out a satisfied moan, not believing this is actually happening. Ellie pays close attention to your blissful face as she moves her finger in a steady pace. “One more. Please, one more”, she quickly lined up another one of her fingers to your entrance before pushing it in. The stretch was everything you looked for, so when Ellie’s knuckles meet your wet folds your eyes uncontrollably rolled to the back of your head.

You took a steady grip on the color of her white shirt as she continued to slide her slender fingers into you. “Fuck, Ellie!” You moaned, letting your head hit the graffiti covers wall. Your jaw was slack as all sorts of sounds left your mouth for anyone in the bathroom to hear. And that’s when it happened. A slap to your left cheek made your eyes shot right open to land on Ellie’s concentrated face. The same hand then grabbed a hold on your face as she force you closer to hers. “Who knew you were such a slut, huh? Getting this needy from a hurricane shot” she mumbled close to your face. You let out a whine before desperately grabbing onto her outwashed, black jeans. But her hand leaves your face to stop you from pulling down her zipper. “I don’t have much time, pretty. I need to get back out there. So let’s focus on you. I know you’ve been uncomfortable for long enough with such a mess in your panties”.

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“the chief surgeon and his chief mourner”

[image ID: fanart of characters from the TV show, MASH. it shows father mulcahy and surgeon hawkeye pierce leaning at the edge of an operating table near the end of a recent wave of operating, as the background appears mostly empty and the table behind them is unoccupied. the table they’re at is occupied by a blanketed body. mulcahy leans with his chin in his hands with a despondent expression. hawkeye grips the white sheet with a severe look and blood on his white scrubs. mulcahy wears the purple stole he uses for rites—presumably he just delivered the dead soldier’s last rites. end ID]

so i know the 4077th has a 90%+ efficiency rate but like if a MASH unit can process hundreds at a time how many last rites do you think mulcahy gave by the end. do you think it’s more than any other. do you think that just after giving thanks for his bread, what he prayed for most was soothing the dying. hey what’s with being drafted as a psychopomp huh

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Halloween S.R x Fem!Reader

Overture- You and Spencer are the only ones wearing costumes in the bureau this Halloween, he just got called in for a case, and you're dropping some things off for your roommate (Y/R/N). I want it to be fall so bad, it's 90 degrees where I live and my car does not have A/C. Also reader is a weeping angel from doctor who, which is essentially a creature that while it is being perceived by anyone looks like a statue (Specifically of an angel usually), very freaky, but reader's costume is a little more cutesy. (They're also only in the second iteration of the show, but as far as I'm concerned Spencer and reader are still matching.)

C-Ws- It's all fluff, there's a kiss? Teasing, reader is referred to as a girl, wears makeup, heels, dresses, etc, holding hands, they're like in love almost immediately.

Your roommate forgot the paperwork she needed. Again. This time she called you while you were on your way out the door to your halloween plans, begging you for a stack of files she definitely was not supposed to take home, that were nevertheless on your dining room table. This was far from the first time she’d asked you to bring her something, but it was the first time she said she wouldn’t meet you in the lobby or the coffee shop around the block. She was, in her words, “Chained to her desk”. So she required you to actually check in with security, and bring her files to her desk. The lovely kicker being that you were already in full costume.

She shut down your contesting with the promise of making her amazing pumpkin bread when she got home.So you swallowed your ego as you took one last look in the mirror. Your costume was cute, verging on sexy, but dorky enough to keep it from fully reaching that point. You were a weeping angel from Doctor Who. You were in a short gray dress with a stone pattern, gray tights with accompanying high heels, and gray lace gloves with don’t blink embroidered on them. The look was completed with some small angel wings and makeup that was smokey enough to tow the line between sexy and spooky. 

You walked into the building files in hand, up to the security desk. After picking up your visitor pass, you made your way to the elevators. Safely alone in the silver box, the doors started to close. That is, until someone turns on their side to slide through them. He’s exhausted, after clearly running through the lobby somehow not spilling the coffee in his hand. He was also in costume, giving you huge relief after passing all of the serious suit-clad agents in the lobby.

You smiled at his choice in costume, he was dressed as the 4th doctor, making your costumes kind of match. The doors closed once again and you stood side by side in silence. He was looking at you, almost like he was trying to figure out what you were. You expected this of course, but he clearly watched the show. Until he cleared his throat as you were approaching the 2nd floor. 

“I’m sorry-Hi-sorry I just, I have to ask. Are you… a weeping angel? You smiled at that. He did get it. But you pushed down some of your excitement to make an attempt at a cool headed response.

“I am! I’ll be very disappointed if that was an odd pickup line and not a guess.” His eyes got as big as saucers, and he put his hands out like he was trying to stop a runaway train, still clutching a coffee cup in his right hand, but doing the motion all the same. 

“No!-That’s-It was a guess. It’s a great costume.” 

“Thank you, I like yours too, a doctor dressed as the doctor.” You said that referencing the ID tag hanging from his bag, but he looked.. Skeptical? 

“How did you know I was a doctor?” He was just too cute. He worked at the FBI and couldn’t seem to gather that his name tag was giving him away? You just gave a small giggle and pointed to the plastic. When he looked down confused, he came back up embarrassed. Then the elevator did a final chime as the doors opened to the 5th floor.

“I guess on that note, this is my stop. Will I see you around the building?” He looked hopeful in a way that made you wish the elevator hadn’t stopped just so you could spend a few more minutes with him. That is, until you realized you also needed to get off at this floor. 

“Actually, could you help me? I’m supposed to drop some stuff off for my roommate, but I don’t know where her desk is. It's somewhere on this floor.” 

“Definitely-sure, what’s her name I can-” He was cut off by a man who was the epitome of the phrase ‘Tall, dark, and handsome.’ Not your type, but very classically handsome.

“Well, well, well, pretty boy who did you bring to work?” He reached his hand out to you, but you were busy with some extreme embarrassment, feeling even more out of place than you had in the lobby. The man next to you was’t better, his face reading as exhausted and humiliated. You eventually pulled your mouth shut where it was agape and offered your hand back to him. 

“Im Y/N, I'm actually just dropping some things off for my roommate, Y/R/N. Dr.Reid and I only met in the elevator, just similar tastes in costumes I guess!” Now the embarrassment that was once dawning on your face, dawned on him as he realized his error.

“Apologies for the presumption, I’m Derek Morgan, I work with Spencer.” 

You just couldn’t stop the words that came out next. “No worries, I should be so lucky to accompany Dr.Reid.” Derek raised his eyebrows in a small expression of shock and clapped a now beet red Spencer on the shoulder. 

“Well it was lovely to meet you Y/N, I would love to leave you two to it believe me but we’ve got a case.” You forced yourself to look Spencer in the eye again. 

“It was nice to meet you Derek and you too Dr. Reid.” Derek gave you a smile and a nod as he turned back to head up a small staircase, but Dr. Reid didn’t follow him. 

“You can call me Spencer, Dr. Reid is too formal for someone wearing this silly of a costume.” 

“I happen to like your costume, Spencer. And as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, your boss is staring at us.” you gestured to the dark haired stern man in a suit looking down at you from the door to the conference room. 

“Happy Halloween Spencer, I hope I’ll see you around.” You turned back towards the clusters of desks and started looking for the one your roommate was sitting in. It didn’t take long to find her despite the hustle and bustle still crowding the floor at this late hour. When you spotted her she was fixated on even more paperwork, not noticing you until you approached her desk. 

“Thank you so much, you are my savior. I promise that pumpkin bread is coming your way.” You laughed at the unnecessary seriousness with which she said that. 

“Thank you, and it’s no biggie since I was going out anyway. But I do need to ask you something. Spencer– Dr. Reid, is he single?”

“Wow, you’ve been here 5 minutes and you’ve already found your dork match. I saw him walking with Hotch a second ago, you’re even matching!” She was keeled over and cackling, when you stomped your heeled foot to get her to stop and answer your question. She pretended to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes just to rub salt in the wound. 

“Ok, ok, yes he’s single as far as I know, but I’m not setting you up. If you’d like to do something about your freaky little crush, you can leave a note on his desk.” She pointed to a neatly kept desk, piled high with books on every subject. 

“They have a case, so he’ll probably be out of town for a few days, but he might see it before they leave. No go on, do, and get out of here. I do still have a job to do, and no offense, but you’re kind of making me look ridiculous by association.” She tossed a notepad with a purple pen clipped to it towards you. You grumbled a quick thanks, still annoyed by the dig at your costume. But you jotted down a quick note, hopeful he’d see it sooner rather than later,, because it would be all the more humiliating if he’d forgotten about you before he saw it. 

Spencer, 

I only got to talk to you for a few minutes but I’d like to get to know you more in a place with less costumes and government agents watching over us. Call me if you’d like to go out sometime ♥️ 

(XXX)-XXX-XXXX

You drew a small pair of angel wings as a signature, then left it on his desk on your way back to the elevators. 

When Spencer left the round table, with only 30 minutes before he needed to be on the plane he made a beeline to Y/R/N’s desk approaching cautiously with a small wave. 

“Hi– Sorry to bother you, but I was talking to your roommate earlier, and I was wondering–” She cut him off, putting her hand up to stop him in his tracks. 

“I’ll tell you what I told Y/N. I’m not getting involved in this cute freaky little thing you guys have going on. Check your desk, go on your case, thank me later.” He turned back towards his desk, made it about two steps before turning back. This time with a hopeful look on his face.

“What you told her? Did she– Did she ask about me?” Y/R/N just rolled her eyes and refocused on her paperwork. 

“Goodbye Dr.Reid.” She left no room for argument, so he turned back to his desk, later finding your note neatly placed on top of some files. He read it twice, just to make sure he wasn’t daydreaming. He felt like he was in a high school movie, with the prettiest girl passing him a note in class. He was just getting lost in that train of thought, when he saw the rest of the team heading for the elevator bank, ready for the case. He’d gotten so distracted mooning over your note, he’d run out of time to change. He’d have to make his best attempt to get into his regular clothes in the small airplane bathroom.

It was a fast case, a spree killer in Georgia they were able to catch by sunrise the next day. He’d re-read your note maybe 20 times in less than 12 hours, even though he remembered every word, garnering significantly more teasing from Derek, along with the rest of the team after he caught them up. He could tell they were all happy for him though, despite the teasing. 

When they landed back in Quantico he swiftly deboarded the plane, and headed home paperwork in hand, to be done later. He’d typically do it at his desk, but he wanted to call you with minimal chance for interruption.

It was barely 6am. It was your day off, and your phone was still ringing. Normally you’d check and see if you could ignore it, but you couldn’t even gather the energy to look before answering. Luckily you didn’t drink last night, so you weren’t hungover, but even without that added layer of discomfort you were not in the mood to be up and talking to people. So you grumbled a dreary hello into the line, eyes still closed. 

“Hey– Hi, I’m sorry, I woke you up.I just– we just got back from that case and I wanted to know if you wanted to..go out? Tonight? If you don’t have other plans, that is.” You perked up at the sound of his voice, and fully shot up in your bed when he asked you out. You weren’t tired anymore. 

“I’d love to! I actually have tickets to this  re-showing of the original Frankenstein, if you'd like to go with me?” You could hear a shaky exhale coming from his side of the line. 

“That sounds great! What time should I pick you up?”

“8 o’clock would be perfect.”

“Awesome–I’ll uh, I’ll see you then.” 

“Ok, bye Spencer. Now go get some rest? I’m assuming you haven’t slept yet?” You were sure he could hear the smile in your voice. 

“You would be correct. I’ll do that, and I’ll see you tonight?” You said your goodbyes, hung up, and squealed into your pillows. You were up for good now, but luckily that gave you more time to plan. You wandered to the kitchen to make your roommate some of the expensive coffee you usually saved for special occasions as a bribe for her to break her silence about Spencer. She told you he was a literal genius, a fact that did not help your nervousness. She also told you he was a behavioral analyst, that he didn’t like touch, and that he was from Vegas. That was all she’d tell you before heading out the door a half hour early, while denying any further questions. 

Then you threw on some sweats, removed the last bit of makeup that was clinging on from the night before and headed out the door. You got another coffee, before picking up some of the things you needed around the house, in addition to things that would help you feel ready for your date. You’d gone on a few, but not enough to feel like you knew what to expect, and you were usually focused on making sure the person you were out with didn’t think you were dorky or weird, but that was kind of out the window already. 

You were already supposed to go to lunch with some of your friends, so you chose to ask their advice. They were the only people you could really trust with that sort of thing, but that didn’t stop you from immediately looking up every trashy advice column you could find online, most of which were filled with categorically horrible advice, but it was a great way to kill time. 

Once it was all said and done, you decided to start getting ready 3 hours early, taking a long shower, spending almost a half hour getting your eyeliner to be perfectly even, instead of the sort-of even you usually settled for. You threw on a comfortable skirt, with a form fitting sweater and some matching boots to keep you warm in the cold theater. Ultimately you were glad you got ready early, as it was still 10 till 8 when Spencer was knocking on your door. He looked petrified. In a good way?

“Wow– you look, wow. I’m–uh sorry I’m so early. I was just–really excited for this.” You smiled, and gave yourself a little internal high five that you picked the right outfit. 

“It’s ok, I’m really excited too.” Then you gave yourself a second to really look at him, no costumes this time. His hair was different–good different. He was dressed really nice too, in a polka dot button up, with a purple sweater vest, and a black tie tucked into it crooked. At first he was staring back at you, studying you as you were him, until some insecurity crept onto both of your faces at the close observation. You straightened your posture as much as you could, and asked if he was ready. When he gave a shaky exhale and a resounding yes, he walked you from your apartment door with a hesitant, almost hovering touch on your lower back before arriving at his car, only removing his hand as he opened the door for you. 

He played classical music, and you talked about your days, his case, and your Halloween plans from the previous evening. When you arrived at the theater his hand once again found your lower back, until you got in the concessions line, when he dropped it to brush your wrist before looking to your face. 

“Is this…alright?” He moved closer to clasp your hands together as you smiled up at him. 

“It’s more than ok, although I am kind of surprised.” You maintained your smile so he would know it wasn’t nervousness or reluctance, but confusion painted his face at the perceived contradiction. 

“Y/R/N said that you weren’t a big fan of touch with people you don’t know very well.” 

“She said that?”

Oh. I guess that’s not something someone would say out of the blue. 

“Yeah I sort of–asked about you. Is that too weird?” He blushed at that and a little of your anxiety dissipated. 

“I don’t think it’s weird, I tried to ask her about you but she sent me away so I could find your note. Which was definitely better, by the way.” The idea of him liking your note sent you into the stratosphere. 

“She wouldn’t tell me anything about you either at first, which is why I wrote the note. Which I’m glad you liked, I was worried it was too dorky. But I got her to tell me a little bit about you by bribing her with coffee this morning.” He laughed a little at that, and you realized how easy it was with him. I mean not that you were particularly experienced, but you were certain they weren’t usually this natural. You were pulled from spiraling into that train of thought when you realized there was only one person ahead of you in line, and Spencer spoke. 

“What would you like? I think they have most of the regular snack and candy things, but they might have real food if you’re hungry. I’ve never actually been to this theater before, I didn’t know they did re-showings here.”

“Me neither, I only found out about this because I saw something for it online. But a cherry coke would be great. And if you’re sure you don’t mind my germs we could share some popcorn?” 

“Popcorn sounds great.” And without a second thought he kissed your hands where they were laced together. He was just about to horrifiedly ask you if he took it too far, when you giggled and smiled like there was nowhere else you’d rather be, and no one else you’d rather be with. Truthfully there wasn’t.

You got your concessions from the apathetic teenager behind the counter, and quickly found your seats in the back of the theater. You’d gotten there well before the movie started, so Spencer told you all of the fun facts he could think of. And as shocked as you were that he knew them, he was even more surprised he’d found someone to listen to them. 

After sitting in one spot for so long, you were starting to feel the exhaustion from this morning creep back in. Emboldened by the fact your hands were still clasped, you decided to lay your head against his arm. His button-up was surprisingly soft and you had to fight the urge to fully rest the side of your face on him, in an effort to not get makeup on his mostly-white shirt. He relaxed into your touch immediately, giving you the validation you needed that it was ok. 

When you left the theater, and climbed into his car once again, you talked, but the conversation was decidedly less nervous. You talked about your friends, your job, and your family, and he talked about the coworkers he loved as family. When you arrived back at home he walked you to the door. Had it been anyone else you would have assumed that was a ploy to stay the night, but you felt like you’d known Spencer much longer than you had, and were certain that was not why. So you let him, and when you reached the door, his hand finding yours once again, he pulled you in for the best first kiss. 

His lips were a little bit chapped, you’d seen him biting his inner lip a few times when he got especially bashful, so you kind of expected it, but his hands found your face, and his touch was so reassuring it melted all of your nerves away. When he pulled away, you were both beet red and smiling. 

“Can I see you again tomorrow?” 

“I’d like that, as long as you don’t have to go away for work.” You were on cloud nine, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up for a second date to happen tomorrow, his work schedule was unpredictable, and you wanted to be as prepared for that as possible.

“Dear god, I hope not. Tomorrow already feels far away. I’ll make reservations and I’ll take you to dinner? When would be an alright time to pick you up?” You wouldn’t usually like someone offering to drive you twice in a row, but Spencer didn’t even sound like he was offering, it was just a given. 

“I get off work at 6, so I could be ready at 7?” 

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Goodnight Y/N” And with that he placed another kiss on your hand as you said goodnight, before he let go, and headed back to the parking lot. 

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: parrotfish

Which fish hangs out on a mermaid pirate's shoulder and repeats what she says in a high-pitched voice? The parrotfish, of course. Or at least in fiction they should (certainly will in my D&D world). But even in real life, parrotfish are still pretty interesting.

(Image: a common parrotfish (Scarus psittacus) seen from the side in front of rocks and corals. It is a brightly-colored fish, mainly light blue but with patches and stripes of yellow and pink on the fins. Its mouth is open, revealing what appears to be a beak. End ID)

Parrotfish are fish famous for their mouths and eating habits. There are about 90 species known. While they were historically considered their own taxonomic family, they have since been reclassified a subset of the wrasse family and there is still some debate on how to classify them. Most species are on the smaller size, but a few can get very large. The largest species is the green humphead parrotfish (Bolbometopon muricatum) at 1.5 meters (4.9 ft) and 75 kg (165 lbs) while the smallest species is the bluelip parrotfish (Cryptotomus roseus) reaching 13 cm (5 in). I could not find an average weight for the bluelips. What makes parrotfish really stand out visually is their colors and their mouths. Most species are very brightly colored, with distinct markings and males are usually more brightly colored than females. Their mouths are dominated by what appear to be beaks, which gave them their common name. These beaks are actually made of approximately 1,000 teeth arranged in 15 rows. As the teeth wear out, they drop off and are replaced by the row behind them. The teeth are made of fluorapatite, the second hardest biomineral int the world. To support their hardness, the fluorapatite crystals that make up the teeth are woven together in a structure very similar to chainmail, resulting in very hard teeth that measure in at a 5 on the Mohs scale of hardness. For reference, iron is a 4 and higher numbers are harder. The teeth can also handle 530 tons of pressure. You could put the weight of 200 black rhinos on a tooth and it would be fine. The beaks are powerful enough to bite through rock. Which is what they use it for, but more on that below. Another unusual feature of parrotfish is how they sleep. Some species make their own sleeping bags, which would be adorable if they weren't made of mucus. The mucus is produced using glands in the gills and looks like a transparent bubble. The fish sleeps in the mucus cocoon and when it wakes up, it eats the cocoon. There have been several proposed benefits of the cocoon. It contains chemicals that harm skin parasites while also providing a barrier that keeps new parasites from reaching the fish. It also likely blocks the fish's scent, helping it hide from predators.

(Image: a green humphead parrotfish (Bolbometopon muricatum) swimming over yellow coral. It is large and mostly a uniform green color, except for the front of its head, which is pink. It has a large, fleshy lump on the top of its head. End ID)

(Image: a close-up of a parrotfish's beak. The top and bottom beaks are divided into two halves, left and right. The beak is bade of small, circular teeth that overlap each other. End ID)

(Image: another common parrotfish seen from the front. It is inside of a mucus cocoon, which appears as a transparent bubble around the fish. Bits of sand dot the cocoon's surface. End ID)

Parrotfish live worldwide, though the majority of species are found in the Indo-Pacific. They live in warm, shallow waters with lots of rocky reefs, especially coral reefs. They use those powerful teeth to eat and what they eat most is algae. There are three main types of feeding behavior: excavating, scraping, and browsing. Excavators bite into rocks to get their food, scrapers crape food off of the surface of the rocks, and browsers go after larger food sources like seagrass and sponges. Some of the larger parrotfish species also make coral a large part of their diet. When they eat, they naturally get rock in their mouths, moreso in excavators. Because their food clings to the rock, spitting the rocks out would deny them food. Instead, parrotfish use pharyngeal teeth set in their throats to grind the rock into sand, which then passes through the digestive tract. When it exists the digestive tract, it is in the form of fine grains of rock. Or to put it another way, parrotfish eat rock and poop sand. A single parrotfish can produce up to 40 kg (88lbs) of sand yearly, and bigger species can produce even more than that. The process of rock being broken down by living things is called bioerosion and parrotfish are one of the most famous sources of bioerosion. The sand they produce can serve as the basis for new growth of coral or other species and helps reinforce nearby islands. In places like Hawai'i, the Caribbean, and the Maldives, it's estimated that up to 80% of the famous white sand is produced by parrotfish and they serve as a major source of incoming earth to support the islands. This makes parrotfish ecosystem engineers. Their eating of algae is also majorly important to their ecosystems. Algae can overgrow and smother delicate ecosystems like coral reefs and seagrass beds and decaying algae draws oxygen out of the water. Parrotfish help the health of their environments by keeping the algae population at healthy levels. Parrotfish also eat seaweeds and sponges that grow much faster than coral and can smother coral reefs. Parrotfish are considered keystone species in many reefs, including the great barrier reef and their population dropping correlates with reduced health of reefs. Damaged reefs tent to have larger parrotfish populations and those populations drop as the reef recovers.

(Image: a group of many parrotfish feeding on coral. They are all the same species and are mostly blue, with yellow heads and stripes on the face. They appear to be biting the the coral. End ID)

Parrotfish are protogynous sequential hermaprodites. This means that all parrotfish are born female and can become male later in life. The transition is usually triggered when there are too many females or not enough males in a location, though in some species any fish that reaches a certain size will become male. Some parrotfish are solitary while others are social. In social species, the social groups consist of a large male and a harem of females that he protects and claims mating rights with. Other males will attempt to fight the male for dominance via headbutting and threat displays and occasionally one of his harem members will become male to challenge him. Males are usually more colorful than females, which they use to woo females, but also puts them at greater risk of predation. If the harem leader dies and is not replaces, one member of the harem will transition to male and replace him. Many species perform courtship dances during nights of the full moon. In non-social species, males will perform displays and fight with each other to attract females. In social species, the dominant male will mate with his harem while smaller males without harems will try to sneakily woo claimed females or sneak in and mate without being noticed. Parrotfish are broadcast spawners. The female releases her eggs into the water and the males releases sperm to fertilize them. The eggs will drift on the current until settling, after which the larvae will hatch. As with most fish species, only a very few of the larvae will reach adulthood.

(Image: a Mediterranean parrotfish (Sparisoma cretense). It is mostly bright red, but with a yellow patch above the tail and a yellow stripe around the eye that runs down to the belly. A large patch behind the eye is blue. End ID)

Thankfully, most parrotfish species are not particularly endangered. The largest threat to them comes from habitat loss as pollution and climate change harms coral reefs. Reintroducing parrotfish to damaged reefs helps them recover. All species are edible, though there is no commercial fishery for them. While parrotfish are capable of delivering powerful bites, there are few reports of humans getting bit. That being said, I found one case where someone had skin on his penis bitten off by a parrotfish. And yes, that link has pictures. Enjoy.

(Image: a blue parrotfish (Scarus coeruleus) looking at the camera. It is a blue fish with darker patches around the eye. Its snout is bulbous and the beak points downward. End ID).

[kongchipachi95]

Joshua

Pov: you’re reluctant to go out to a bar with your friends to this new trendy club but meeting a handsome stranger makes this the best night of your life.

Warnings: public sex, penetration, fingering.

Joshua

It was a hot summer night and you wanted nothing more than to stay in in your oversized shirt and watch k-dramas all day. But your friends begged you to come to this new bar that had just opened because it was summer and you were a young, single woman and not a recluse.

“I don’t even have anything to wear,” you protested.

“Here, wear this,” your best friend from uni threw a long sleeve but backless green satin dress at you.

“NO WAY, I am not wearing this,” you proclaimed.

“Just wear it. Here, you can wear my chunky black boots, too,” your cousin offered. You reluctantly went to the bathroom to change and put thick eyeliner and a little bit of shimmer eyeshadow to make your eyes pop. You took a step back and looked at the stranger in the mirror. The dress surprisingly hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating all the right curves that you had to offer. Maybe the night wouldn’t be so bad, afterall. You spritzed some sophisticated perfume your older sister had gotten you when you graduated from college She said you needed a “big girl” perfume now that you were headed out into the world.

The three of you helped each other adjust your outfits and added the finishing touches to blush and hair before piling into a taxi. The three of you looked like you had just stepped out of a 90s cult classic movie, but in a good way. The taxi dropped you off at the bar entrance and you were expecting to get ushered to the back of the line but you were immediately let in by the bouncers who checked your IDs and gave you wristbands. You and your friends looked at each other with surprised but excited glances.

Walking in you were met with the smell of cotton candy vape smoke, expensive cologne and flashing lights from the DJ booth. The place wasn’t fully packed yet, but there were quite a bit of people you couldn’t quite recognize as celebrities or Seoul-cialites in the dark lighting. The lights had a sort of prism cast, some parts of the bar had a red glow casting on the patrons, othe parts had a blue glow. The vibe was like a club for older adults without the drama and underaged kids acting up.

You and your friends decided to walk a lap around the perimeter to find a place to sit down. In one of the more secluded areas you noticed a group of guys laughing loudly and not quite causing a disturbance but it was hard to ignore them. Sitting in the corner, quietly enjoying the show, was a guy not much older than you that caught your attention. He had dark hair slicked back, sunglasses sitting on top of his head which seemed weird since it was late into the night already. He had a crisp button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms, jeans that fit just right and dress shoes that look expensive. On his arm was a heavy watch that looked like it cost more than your tuition the entire 4 years of college. He looked expensive, but that didn’t stop you from admiring his beauty. His face had a sort of innocence to it, his perfectly shaped nose and perfectly spaced eyebrows. It was hard not to stare. His lips were not too large, not too small, they were a perfect little pout that turned upwards whenever someone did something crazy.

You snapped out of your trance when your friend grabbed your arm to walk over to the bar to get a drink.

“Hello? Are you still on the same planet?” your friend laughed before guiding you away.

You ordered vodka sodas with lime and decided to post up at a high table with bar stools. Your back was facing the area that the mystery guy was sitting in which deflated you a little. You couldn’t steal any more glances pretending you were looking at your friend when you were really looking past her. Your friends started talking about the jobs they had just started at and the drama they were dealing with in the offices.

“I just can’t stand that she micromanages everything and she’s not even a supervisor, it’s a bunch of bullshit,” your friend complained.

You were about to comment in agreement when you adjusted in your seat and started falling backwards. You reached out to try and grab the table but you were caught by someone from behind. Your arm ended up grabbing a guy’s forearm. Time seemed to stop when you looked down to see what you were holding onto. It was a forearm with veins popping out, strong arms. As your eyes traced who the arm belonged to you realized it was the mystery stranger you had been staring at earlier.

“You alright?” he chuckled, flashing a full smile that made your heart want to stop and beat incessantly at the same time.

“Well aren’t you the hero?” your friend commented.

“I’m- fine,” was all you could say weakly.

“Can I buy you a drink? You know, to calm you down?” he asked confidently. You were even more intrigued at his boldness.

“Uh, sure,” you croaked back.

He helped you get off of your chair and lead you to the bar with his hand on the small of your exposed back. The warmth of his hand sent warmth to other parts of your body that made you blush since you had just seen him for the first time not even a full hour ago.

“Two white wines, please,” he ordered at the bar.

“I’m Jay, by the way,” he introduced himself.

“I’m -” before you could introduce yourself the bartender put your drinks on the counter.

“Beautiful? Gorgeous?” Jay flirted with you. Who was this guy? You asked yourself. You blushed and tucked your hair behind your ears. When you walked back to your table you noticed a couple of his friends had started talking with your friends.

“Would you ladies like to join us at our table?” his tall, dark and handsome friend invited you.

“We’d love to!” Your friends replied in unison.

The guys led you to the table and everyone sat in a circle.

“Let’s make a toast. TO NEW FRIENDS!” exclaimed the friend with shiny, luscious hair just past his ears. You cheered and took sips of your drinks.

As everyone introduced themselves you learned his friends’ names were Mingyu, Jeonghan, Soonyoung, Seokmin and Dino. The conversation was flowing, mostly with Jay observing but you didn’t mind that he rested his arm on the back of your chair, allowing you to get a little closer to him. You could smell his cologne and it was almost driving you crazy having him that close. After a while you excused yourself to go to the restroom. You touched up your makeup with the berry flavored lip gloss you brought in your purse and reached for the door of the restroom. You hadn’t opened the door more than a few inches when you noticed Jay leaning against the wall waiting for you.

“Need some help in there?” he asked, his voice taking a deeper tone than he had used when you first talked to him.

“I might,” you replied.

“Can I come in?” he asked somewhat innocently. All you could do was nod and step back to let him in. He looked around to make sure no one else saw and opened the door to the restroom. You could hear The Weeknd’s “Can’t Feel My Face” pumping through the speakers. He stepped in and you were standing chest to chest with each other.

“I noticed you looking when you first walked in,” he said in a hushed tone, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You did? Was I that obvious?” you said flushed.

“I’m surprised you didn’t notice me looking at you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he said huskily.

His hands wandered up your arms onto your shoulders pushing your hair back.

“The things I would do to you, if only you’d let me,” he said, sighing.

“Who said I wouldn’t?” you flirted back. He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips.

“Like what?’ he asked, a devilish look flashed in his eyes.

“I might let you kiss me,” you said softly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“What if I can’t stop myself?” he asked, melting into your gaze.

“Let’s just start with a kiss and see where it goes from there,” you bit your lip and rested your hands on his waist. You could see his chest rising and falling heavily with anticipation. He lowered his neck so he could reach down and kiss you softly at first. You inhaled his expensive cologne, his lips felt like soft pillows you landed on. Kissing him made jolts of electricity shoot out of your nerve endings and made you feel like you were about to explode. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin and wondered if he felt them too. He cradled your neck in the crook of his arm as he started to kiss you more passionately. His hand started tracing your clavicle, daring to go slightly lower before he stopped himself.

“It’s okay,” you said out of breath, not wanting to stop kissing him or stop doing anything else that stemmed from that. He lowered his hand almost hesitant at first, but when he let go of any inhibitions, he was like a wild beast clawing at you and ready to tear your clothes off.

It was as if he didn’t know what to touch first, his hands mindlessly wandering around your body grabbing your ass, your shoulders, your breast. It was like he was just as excited as you were, unable to contain the electricity within. You weren’t kissing each other very long before someone knocked on the door, startling the both of you.

“Be right out,” he called. He looked in the mirror, seeing your smeared berry lip gloss on his face and smirking it, deciding not to wipe it off. He opened the door to see Soonyoung waiting. Hoshi’s innocent eyes looked between the both of you.

“What just-” he raised an accusatory finger up at the both of you.

“We’re gonna be right back,” Jay told him while grabbing your hand and pushing past him. He walked you out onto the summer street past the line of people waiting to get into the bar. You hadn’t been outside for a few seconds and you could already feel the humid air sticking to the backs of your legs. He took you to a darkened alleyway behind the bar where no foot traffic was passing by. You went around to a stack of crates and boxes and he held you against the wall, kissing every inch of you. You instinctively lifted your dress, begging him to take you.

He looked around briefly to make sure you couldn’t be seen from the street before unzipping his pants. He slid a couple of fingers inside of you, surprised at how moist you already were without any stimulation.

“You want me that bad already, huh?” he smiled under his breath.

“You have no idea,” you told him, trying to resist the urge to rip the buttons off of his shirt. Your hands wander up and down his strong, muscular arms hiding under his shirt. You held onto his shoulders as he used some of your juices to lubricate his dick before he slid it into you. You hadn’t been with anyone in so long you could feel him stretching you the deeper he went in. You started to let out a moan before he used his left hand to cup your mouth, muffling any noise. He held you by your ass with his other hand, making sure you wouldn’t fall over. He was fighting moaning himself, grunting and breathing into your shoulder.

“Fuck you feel so tight,” he finally said once he got a rhythm going.

“You feel amazing,” you told him. You squeezed your insides and felt his dick twitch in side of you, this time you placed your hand over his mouth just as he was about to let out a moan. You started to suck a little on his hand cupped over your mouth as you squeezed him and you could swear you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He removed the hand over your mouth and reached down and started rubbing your swollen clit. You bit your lip so hard you thought you were going to draw blood. You squeezed him so tight you could feel his shoulders tensing and shaking like he was about to release.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that, I’m going to cum,” he announced. He kept rubbing circles around your sensitivity, you kept squeezing him and in a short few seconds the both of you reached your climax. Just as he pulled out you released your juice all over the ground in front of you, making him release that much harder as streams of his white goo sprung on top of yours. He tucked himself into his pants before helping you step over the mess the two of you made.

“Well, that was hot,” he finally said after you had walked onto the street, the berry lip gloss casting a shine around his mouth.

“I know, and I didn’t even want to come out tonight,” you said nonchalantly.

“Well, I’m glad you did - uh,” he stopped in his tracks and looked at you while blushing.

“I never got your name.”

“It’s y/n,” you said sweetly. He smiled and kissed you like he never wanted to let you go.

“‘I’m glad I met you, y/n.”

[franken-shits]

I had a concept for some beetlejuice designs and then it kind of got a bit fanficy a bit au. It's like if someone asked me to make a cartoon sequel series to the first movie but incorporate characters and vibes from the second movie. I'll explain more in detail . Also I'm aware my beetlejuice design is very inconsistent in the face I got a bit burnt out but I'd like to draw more of this

My au fanficy thing is set in the 90s, Lydia goes back to New York to pursue a degree in photography. But Beetlejuice keeps terrorizing her trying to get her to resurrect him and just being evil and a villain towards her. They're not friends in my series like in the cartoon. Beetlejuice is either trying to force Lydia to do what she doesn't want to do or kill her. At first Lydia is scared of him but as episodes go on she's more just annoyed and just wants to get on with her student life and her own projects. She's kind of like "this guy again 🙄🙄🙄"

I mainly wanted to do these to design cool outfits so I'm going to explain them in detail.

I wanted Lydias style to be quite vintage inspired, vintage for the 90s. A lot of the goth character designs I see don't feel super authentic to me PERSONALLY so I dressed her in clothes id really want to wear.

For beetlejuice I changed his design a lot because I wanted it to be different from his iconic original look. Because I don't see the point in redesigning if I'm only going to slightly tweak the original. I have him a sort of rockabilly vibe, I saw a lot of Beetlejuice stripes in that fashion. And I also have him a riff Raff/Brian eno-sque hair style, receding hair line but grown out long. He's looks super sleazy, which is very much what I'm going for. I also want him to have some what of a new York taxi driver vibe.

[conchiferrous]

horny people have no rights

[IMAGE ID: Digitally drawn fanart of One Piece, pre time skip. It's roughly drawn using only the binary pen tool. Most of the straw hat pirates are an infirmary. Usopp, Luffy, and Sanji are in beds on the left side of the image, and Nami, Franky, Robin, and Zoro are laying in beds on the right side. Luffy's bed is between Usopp and Sanji's; both of Luffy's arms and one of his legs are all covered in casts, and half of his face is bandaged. He's saying: "Okay guys, new rule. No more masturbating in the crow's nest when you're supposed to be on night watch duty, or we're not going to live very long." Usopp is covered in a full body cast where only his eyes are visible, only recognizable by his long nose which is bent upwards at a 90 degree angle. Both of Sanji's legs are destroyed, one of them is broken into pieces like pottery that Chopper is working to glue back together. The other leg is cut off from the middle with one cartoon bone sticking out. Sanji is looking down sadly hearing Luffy's announcement. Chopper is sitting on a tall chair while he glues Sanji's leg together like a broken vase. There are buckets labelled "glue" and "Sanji's leg" next to Chopper's chair. Chopper is wearing a doctor's coat and long pants. Nami's head can only be seen from one side and the bottom of her face is bandaged, she looks very annoyed. One of her legs is broken and in a cast and her visible ear is tattered. Franky is missing half of his face skin and is drinking from an IV drip of cola. His hair is drooping, he's resting his left hand on his abdomen and leaves the other arm dangling. He's missing the skin from the pinkie on the left and a chunk from his elbow missing on the right. His right foot looks like a bite was taken out of it. Robin's right hand is broken and she's eating soup with two left hands, one for the spoon, the other to keep the bowl she's leaving on her abdomen still. Her only noticeably injury is an eye patch, and she looks unphased by the whole ordeal. Zoro looks groggy, and the top of his head is bandaged. There's a cartoon bone and a bump sticking out, and a dent in his head. His left arm is broken as well. Robin is feeding him soup using a left arm she spawned on his abdomen. Zoro's blanket has rubber ducks on it and Zoro's hooked up to an IV drip labeled "zoro juice". END ID]

[bonesfucker3000]

favourite star trek headcanons?

Oh boy I have ALOT hehe (thank you so much for asking :3) (and these are just my silly headcanons and it's totally find if you disagree with them <3)

Id like to hear your favourite headcanons @etherealspacejelly :3

Kirk: Hes trans and pansexual (or bi I like both), that bitch loves to vouge its his favourite dance move hehe, kept the boob window shirt from amok time and wears it just to annoy Spock, is Jewish, (this one is more for AOS kirk but whatever) He LOVES 90s and early 2000s rap and hip hop such as the Beastie Boys.

Spock: Jewish on his mums side, is gay MLM or unlabelled (I like both hc), really likes ambient music and falls asleep to it and white noise.

Bones: Is bisexual (yeah no, no character in TOS is straight sorry) loveeees to sing country songs when no one is around or can hear him even while on duty (Kirk definitely caught him once singing and teased the living fuck out of him), he loves to wear low raise jeans (old man whore), he has anger problems, a chronic smoker (yes yes he's a doctor but come on...he needs to let off some steam man) loves old country music especially from 20th century Earth, a massive fan of Dolly Parton and sings her songs regularly (his singing voice isn't actually that bad either, quite soothing but slightly deep)

Chekov: bi-curious (NO SLAVIC PERSON IS TRULY STRAIGHT...coming from a slav hehe) weed smoker so he probably smells like kush 50% of the time, is eastern orthodox (religion wise) he absolutely adores late 20th century (80s-90s) Russian Post-Punk such as Кино and Nautilus Pompillus, he also listens to Bladee and the drain gang in general (idk man he just seems like the average drainer/Bladee fan) also uses She/Him pronouns...(or that's just me projecting myself onto him)

...yeah you can CLEARLY see which characters are my favorites hehe (also I didn't put on hc for sulu scotty uhura or chapel since I barely have any)

[yutopia-eleftheria]

DO SEXUALITY HEADCANONS FOR THE TNMN NIGHTMARE MODE RESIDENTS AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSSS 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I was wondering if I was gonna do it, but since you ask ☻ I'm very pleased to do it for you ♥ I'll add the infos with them as a bonus so I don't need to do 2 different posts for their Infos and their Sexuality Headcanons.

Hope you don't mind !

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TNMN Nightmare Mode Sexuality Headcanons (+ Infos)

Floor 1 :

Xezbet Xerbeth : Maverique Multisexual

ID Number : 332569945968

Apartment : F01-01

Apartment Phone # : 1152

Occupation : Soul Eater

"Replaces" : Roman Stilnsky

Relations : Drugia Fleuretty {Roomate}

Birthday : August 9th

Zodiac Sign : Leo

Height : 5'7" (170 cm)

Weight : 170 lbs (77 kg)

Blood Type : B-

"Anthem" : Monster by Starset

Appearance :

LISTED :

Scar on the Head

Small Nose

Big Smile

Two Tattoos

Scar on Left Cheekbone

2. OTHERS :

Pale Skin

Sharp Teeth

Red Eyes

Black Pupils

Curly Black Hair

Black Coat

Drugia Fleuretty : Androsexual Intersex

ID Number : 116682111989

Apartment : F01-01

Apartment Phone # : 1152

Occupation : Nightmare Designer

"Replaces" : Lois Stilnsky

Relations : Xezbet Xerbeth {Roomate}

Birthday : October 25th

Zodiac Sign : Scorpio

Height : 5'9" (175 cm)

Weight : 331 lbs (150 kg)

Blood Type : A-

"Anthem" : Nightmare by Design by TryHardNinja

Appearance :

LISTED :

24 Fingers

Many Eyes

Small Nose

Wears Earrings

Hands on the Head

2. OTHERS :

Blue Skin

Big Lips with Pink Lipstick

Yellow Eyes

Four Sharp Teeth

Spirals on each Hands

Blue and Golden Dress

Barbatos Barrabam : Demifluid Polysexual

ID Number : 896689886989

Apartment : F01-02

Apartment Phone # : 1228

Occupation : Human Hunter

"Replaces" : Robertsky Peachman

Relations : Exael Lanithro {Roomate}

Birthday : May 19th

Zodiac Sign : Taurus

Height : 6'6" (198 cm)

Weight : 198 lbs (90 kg)

Blood Type : AB-

"Anthem" : The Hunt by Rissy

Appearance :

LISTED :

15 Thorns

Small Nose

Two Tattoos

Big Teeth

Small Eyes

2. OTHERS :

Pale Skin

No Pupils

Yellowish Eyes

Black Shirt

White Coat

Exael Lanithro : Non Binary Aroace

ID Number : 235325968986

Apartment : F01-02

Apartment Phone # : 1228

Occupation : Torturer

"Replaces" : Albertsky Peachman

Relations : Barbatos Barrabam {Roomate}

Birthday : May 22nd

Zodiac Sign : Gemini

Height : 4'11" (150 cm)

Weight : 212 lbs (96 kg)

Blood Type : A-

"Anthem" : Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

Appearance :

LISTED :

15 Needles

Dotted Eyebrows

Prominent Chin

Tired Eyes

Sharp Teeth (Not Visible Unless Speaking)

2. OTHERS :

Pale Skin

Bald

Pinkish Eyes

Black Pupils

Three Horizontal Traits

Five Vertical Traits

Black Attire

Multiple Torture Tools

Abducius Morail : Trans Abrosexual

ID Number : 763764748675

Apartment : F01-03

Apartment Phone # : 5513

Occupation : Mutilator

"Replaces" : Angus Ciprianni

Relations : Unknown

Birthday : March 3rd

Zodiac Sign : Pisces

Height : 6'2" (188 cm)

Weight : 66 lbs (30 kg)

Blood Type : AB+

"Anthem" : Pain by Three Days Grace

Appearance :

LISTED :

Scar on Nose

Have Piercings

Stretched Eyelids

Big Smile

2. OTHERS :

7 Nose Stitches

Dolphin Bites

10 piercings Total

Nose Ring

Yellow Pupils

Short Brown Hair

Bandages all over his Body

Multiple Mutilating Tools

Lilith Lilitu Lilit : Genderqueer Hetero-Curious

ID Number : 172535271725

Apartment : F01-04

Apartment Phone # : 6996

Occupation : Witch

"Replaces" : Elenois Sverchzt

Relations : Anazareth Anazarel {Roomate ; Possible Relative}

Birthday : November 2nd

Zodiac Sign : Scorpio

Height : 6'4" (193 cm)

Weight : 86 lbs (39 kg)

Blood Type : B+

"Anthem" : Black Magic by Little Mix

Appearance :

LISTED :

Small Pointed Nose

Pointed Ears

Wears Earrings

5 Tattooed Eyes

Has Fangs

2. OTHERS :

Pale Skin

Curly Brown Hair

Pinkish Purple Lipstick

Three Earrings on each Ears

Headband that Covers her Eyes

Black Gothic Dress

Anazareth Anazarel : Fingender Androgynosexual

ID Number : 435612349876

Apartment : F01-04

Apartment Phone # : 6996

Occupation : Create Curses

"Replaces" : Selenne Sverchzt

Relations : Lilith Lilitu Lilit {Roomate ; Possible Relative}

Birthday : April 12th

Zodiac Sign : Aries

Height : 6'9" (206 cm)

Weight : 110 lbs (50 kg)

Blood Type : A+

"Anthem" : Magic Melody by DHT

Appearance :

LISTED :

Small Pointed Nose

Has 7 Horns

Wears Earrings

Three Tattoos

Sharp Teeth (Not Visible Unless Speaking)

2. OTHERS :

Pale Skin

Pink Lipstick

Tied Up Light Brown Hair

Pink Make-Up

Flower on Hair

Floor 2 :

Chaugnar Faugn : Demisexual Aporagender

ID Number : 456989632368

Apartment : F02-01

Apartment Phone # : 5123

Occupation : Occultist

"Replaces" : Arnold Schmicht

Relations : Nyogtha Z'mog {Roomate}

Birthday : December 26th

Zodiac Sign : Capricorn

Height : 7'0" (213 cm)

Weight : 414 lbs (188 kg)

Blood Type : A+

"Anthem" : Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace

Appearance :

LISTED :

Has a Trunk

1 Tattoo

2 Tusks

Big Ears

2. OTHERS :

Red Eyes

Two Earrings on each Ears

Indian-like Clothing

Two Dots Beneath each Eyes

Nyogtha Z'mog : Aromantic Quoigender

ID Number : 986463213811

Apartment : F02-01

Apartment Phone # : 5123

Occupation : Gravedigger

"Replaces" : Gloria Schmicht

Relations : Chaugnar Faugn {Roomate ; Brought her back to Life}

Birthday : March 29th

Zodiac Sign : Aries

Height : 5'1" (155 cm)

Weight : 373 lbs (169 kg)

Blood Type : O-

"Anthem" : Zombie by The Cranberries

Appearance :

LISTED :

Round Nose

Several Scars

Curly Hair

Round Head

Thin Eyebrows

2. OTHERS :

Flat Teeth

Green Skin

Pink Lipstick

Greying Hair

Purple Eyes

Two Different Eyes

Slight Heterochromia

Screw Over the Neck

Punk Collar

Grey Dress

Zoth Ommog : Pangender Autosexual Polyamorous

ID Number : 456325638947

Apartment : F02-02

Apartment Phone # : 7332

Occupation : Ritualist

"Replaces" : Izaack Gauss

Relations : Unknown

Birthday : May 7th

Zodiac Sign : Taurus

Height : 6'11" (210 cm)

Weight : 441 lbs (200 kg)

Blood Type : O-

"Anthem" : Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz

Appearance :

LISTED :

Big Smile

Big Nose

Little Hands on the Chin

Pointy Head

2. OTHERS :

No Nasal Groove

Bald

Eyes Closed

Big Metallic Collar

Sharp Teeth

Shub Niggurath : Lithromantic Trigender

ID Number : 156894755236

Apartment : F02-03

Apartment Phone # : 6431

Occupation : Causes Famine

"Replaces" : Margarette Bubbles

Relations : Unknown

Birthday : March 1st

Zodiac Sign : Pisces

Height : 5'10" (178 cm)

Weight : 276 lbs (125 kg)

Blood Type : A+

"Anthem" : Pit of Vipers by Simon Curtis

Appearance :

LISTED :

Tattoo on the Forehead

Small Nose

Big Smile

Seven Snakes

Round Head

2. OTHERS :

Greenish Skin

Dark Spiral Pupils

Yellow Eyes

Pink Lipstick

Sharp Teeth

Dark Blue Dress

Massive Golden Necklace

Yog Sothoth : Genderfluid Homo-Curious

ID Number : 689547464823

Apartment : F02-04

Apartment Phone # : 1346

Occupation : Vampirism

"Replaces" : Francis Mosses

Relations : Quachil Uttaus {Roomate ; Daughter ?}

Birthday : November 24th

Zodiac Sign : Sagittarius

Height : 5'6" (167 cm)

Weight : 106 lbs (48 kg)

Blood Type : O+

"Anthem" : Dangerous (Oliver Remix) by Big Data ft. Joywave

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Nose

Nose Ring

Shaded Eyes

Short Hair

Has Fangs

2. OTHERS :

Pale Skin

Yellow Cat-Like Eyes

Has Spike Earrings

Dark Brown Hair

Punk-Like Collar with Padlock

Dark Grey Coat

Quachil Uttaus : Agender Bi-Curious

ID Number : 636463636463

Apartment : F02-04

Apartment Phone # : 1346

Occupation : Causes Misfortune

"Replaces" : Anastacha Mikaelys

Relations : Yog Sothoth {Roomate ; Father ?}

Birthday : August 28th

Zodiac Sign : Virgo

Height : 4'1" (124 cm)

Weight : 77 lbs (35 kg)

Blood Type : A+

"Anthem" : The Monster by Eminem ft. Rihanna

Appearance :

LISTED :

9 Eyes

Levitates

Has a Halo

Speaks Telepathically

2. OTHERS :

Messy Brown Hair

Bandages all over her Body

Golden Necklace

Light Blue Dress

Floor 3 :

Yan Luo Wang Diyu : Cisgender Homo-Curious

ID Number : 798654298466

Apartment : F03-01

Apartment Phone # : 1425

Occupation : Princess of Death

"Replaces" : Mia Stone

Relations : Orcus Dis Pater {Roomate ; Possible Lover ?}

Birthday : October 20th

Zodiac Sign : Libra

Height : 6'5" (196 cm)

Weight : 146 lbs (66 kg)

Blood Type : A+

"Anthem" : Princess of China by Coldplay ft. Rihanna

Appearance :

LISTED :

Small Nose

Teeth in the Cheeks

Thin Eyebrows

No Pupils

Sharp Teeth (Not Visible Unless Speaking)

2. OTHERS :

Long Straight Black Hair

Pink Lipstick

Pink Make-Up

Has Earrings

Wears a Crown

Bandages all over her Body

Red Traditional Chinese Dress

Orcus Dis Pater : Gynesexual Demiboy

ID Number : 632525984964

Apartment : F03-01

Apartment Phone # : 1425

Occupation : Collects Skins

"Replaces" : Dr. W. Afton

Relations : Yan Luo Wang Diyu {Roomate ; Possible Lover ?)

Birthday : June 17th

Zodiac Sign : Gemini

Height : 6'1" (185 cm)

Weight : 220 lbs (100 kg)

Blood Type : O+

"Anthem" : Time of Dying by Three Days Grace

Appearance :

LISTED :

Wears a Mask

Bright Eyes

Long Smile

Dark Skin

2. OTHERS :

White Eyes with Radioactive Form

Spiral Black Pupils

Bones all over his Body

Wires and Springs all over his Body

Ishtar Ereskigal : Deminonbinary Omnisexual

ID Number : 945269858896

Apartment : F03-02

Apartment Phone # : 4122

Occupation : Causes Pests

"Replaces" : Nacha Mikaelys

Relations : Unknown

Birthday : July 14th

Zodiac Sign : Cancer

Height : 4'5" (135 cm)

Weight : 130 lbs (59 kg)

Blood Type : A-

"Anthem" : Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Nose

Long Smile

Round Head

Curly Hair

Big Eyes

2. OTHERS :

Dark Green Skin

Dark Blue Hairtie

Ten Sharp Teeth

Black Pupils

White Eyes

Brown Necklace

Purple Dress

Teutates Taranis : Leather Gender Neutral Pansexual

ID Number : 789586413294

Apartment : F03-03

Apartment Phone # : 4242

Occupation : Annihilator

"Replaces" : Steven Rudboys

Relations : Ah Puch Xibalbá {Roomate}

Birthday : February 10 th

Zodiac Sign : Aquarius

Height : 6'8" (203 cm)

Weight : 152 lbs (69 kg)

Blood Type : A+

"Anthem" : Monster by Imagine Dragons

Appearance :

LISTED :

Face Tattoos

Serious Gaze

Long Nose

Sharp Teeth (Not Visible Unless Speaking)

Long Hair

2. OTHERS :

Pale Skin

Red Pupils

Black Shades around the Eyes

Gothic/Punk Outfit

Ah Puch Xilbalbá : Leather Bisexual

ID Number : 564895213647

Apartment : F03-03

Apartment Phone # : 4242

Occupation : Bone Breaker

"Replaces" : Mclooy Rudboys

Relations : Teutates Taranis {Roomate}

Birthday : August 18th

Zodiac Sign : Leo

Height : 4'3" (129 cm)

Weight : 174 lbs (79 kg)

Blood Type : AB-

"Anthem" : Monster by Skillet

Appearance :

LISTED :

Wears a Mask

Round Head

Short Hair

Round Ears

Small Eyes

2. OTHERS :

Black Pupils

White Eyes

Bandages all over his Body

Grey Outfit

Multiple Bones Breaking Tools

Dagda Crom Cruach : Apogender Gray-Sexual

ID Number : 965845863219

Apartment : F03-04

Apartment Phone # : 4258

Occupation : Soul Scarecrow

"Replaces" : Alf Cappuccin

Relations : Izanami Yomi {Roomate}

Birthday : January 4th

Zodiac Sign : Capricorn

Height : 4'7" (140 cm)

Weight : 99 lbs (45 kg)

Blood Type : A-

"Anthem" : Numb by Linkin Park

Appearance :

LISTED :

Wears a Hat

Mouth Stitches

Big Head

Wears a Mask

2. OTHERS :

Dark Purple Skin

Messy Grey Hair

Yellow Eyes

Spiral Black Pupils

Ropes all over his Body

Dark Red Coat

Izanami Yomi : Homoflexible Bigender

ID Number : 235689986532

Apartment : F03-04

Apartment Phone # : 4258

Occupation : Deforms Faces

"Replaces" : Rafttellyn Cappuccin

Relations : Dagda Crom Cruach {Roomate}

Birthday : September 11th

Zodiac Sign : Virgo

Height : 5'11" (180 cm)

Weight : 88 lbs (40 kg)

Blood Type : A-

"Anthem" : Ghost by Halsey

Appearance :

LISTED :

Long Hair

Big Nose

Round Chin

Pale Face

2. OTHERS :

Pink Lipstick

Tired Eyes

White Pupils

Brownish Yellow Eyes

White Dress

[beansprean]

Queening the Pawn Act 2 Part 6

Act 1

Act 2: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Close up of Nandor, tensed with shoulders up by his ears, grimacing slightly as he peeks one eye open. Offscreen, Guillermo sighs and grumbles "You're such a dick sometimes..." 1b. Reverse shot of Guillermo, body and head turned away from the viewer with one knee up on the couch and his opposite arm propped on the back. 1c. Close up of Nandor, now deeming it safe to open both eyes. He stares at Guillermo's back with apprehension and a complicated longing.

2a. Sepia toned panel showing Nadja and Laszlo in 1920s evening wear standing with arms around each other's waists. Nadja has her free hand on her hip and Laszlo's is in his pocket. They are looking down at Nandor with mixed pity and irritation. Nandor, wearing a fur coat and boots over a striped suit, is sitting on the ground with his legs stretched out and head slumped down, hair covering his face, staring at his open palms in his lap. Past Laszlo says, "This is what happens when you get attached to Familiar's, Nandor. Past Nadja says, "Humans are always temporary, you sweet stupid baby." Nandor talks over them from the present: "Laszlo and Nadja...say I get too attached." 2b. Close up on Guillermo, starting to turn in his seat to look back at Nandor, asking, "What does tha-" Nandor interrupts him from offscreen, snapping, "Turn your head, Guillermo!" 2c. Guillermo obliges, whipping his head back to face the wall with an irritated grumble. 2d. Close up of Nandor. Offscreen, Guillermo repeats, "What does that mean, Nandor?" Nandor stares at his lap, frustrated and embarrassed, replying, "Exactly what I have said!"

3. More sepia toned panels from the past, showing a string of former familiars. The first, an older white redheaded woman in a 1690s dress and hat, smiling politely at the viewer, saying "Oh, you're here. Has it really been so long?" The second, a white man with a neat goatee in a Victorian suit and tails, tipping his top hat down over his eyes with a fanged smile, saying "See ya, Mas- Nandor." The third, a plump young brown woman in a 1910s suitcoat, hat, and pearls, smiling beseechingly upward with newly minted fangs and saying "I promise I will write." The fourth is a young Benji in a loud 70s patterned shirt, polishing Nandor's white platform boogie boots with a faraway smile. He declares, "And when I'm a vampire, I'm finally gonna get out of Staten Island!" The fifth is a black woman wearing 90s overalls with long relaxed hair under a bandana, laughing uncomfortably and waving her hand dismissively at the viewer. She says, "Oh, haha, noooo. I mean, this place is great and all, but there's so much I want to do!" Nandor's voice from the present continues: "I get attached to these humans and I like them and... They never want to stick around!"

4a. A sepia toned Nandor from the past, reaching a hand out toward the viewer and saying, "I think you are deserving of a reward..." Nandor's voiceover from the present continues, the speech bubble eclipsing past Nandor's face: "So... I decided to just erase myself from their minds." 4b. Close up of Guillermo, face still turned toward the wall but clearly listening as Nandor continues, "I send them back to their lives before me and find a new familiar and decide to forget about them..." 4c. Reverse shot of Nandor, slumping forward in his chair, with a self depreciating grimace, eyes closed. He finishes his sentence: "...before I am to be getting so pathetic about it." 4d. Close up of Nandor in profile as he opens his eyes to stare at the floor, saying, "But...you..." He furrows his brow, trying to organize his thoughts. A flash of Guillermo from ten years ago flashes behind him, opening his collar and promising forever with a smile. 4e. Shot of Nandor from the front, hands folded together awkwardly in his lap. He looks up with large vulnerable eyes, still tense across his shoulders, as Guillermo finishes for him: "I was going to stay." 4f. Reverse shot of Guillermo on the couch, still turned away, his hand picking thoughtfully at the tassels on one of the many throw pillows. Offscreen, Nandor hesitantly responds, "...Yes." /end ID

[olderthannetfic]

re people regretting transition or detransitioning.

My little cousin experimented with gender for a bit in her late teens before deciding that she was a cis girl after all. The experiment involved clothes shopping, a haircut, and asking her friends to call her by different pronouns, and lasted for maybe two months tops.

Some of my our family members are generally supportive of that, and view it quite reasonably as a young person exploring various options before finding herself. The dumber and meaner ones, on the other hand, say she detransitioned and is proof that trans people are just playing around and that anyone teen who transitions will come to regret it.

And then they turn around and say they're happy for me and proud of my transition. Because I didn't get anything figured out until I was well into my twenties, and I didn't get to start HRT until I was past 30. These family members are actually dumb enough to think it's an age thing, and that my having to suffer for decades was somehow a good thing.

If the "worst" that happens as a side effect of trans acceptance is a bunch of teenagers getting dumb haircuts and wasting a few hundred bucks on clothes they won't wear again, I don't see how that's a negative side effect at all. That's just what teenagers do.

--

Grrr. Fucking assholes.

A lot of the "Oh noes, what if you regret it?" stuff comes with a huge side of "What if your WOMB is no longer able to make BABIES after you POISON yourself?" nonsense too. I see plenty of transphobia of all sorts in all directions, but the specific fretting over transition is so, so, so often about how every uterus should be used as a baby factory. People say this shit with a straight face who would never support that idea if you forced them to face the subtext of what they're saying.

There are, genuinely, rare people who do regret it, but it's way more common that someone either experiments with entirely reversible things or takes hormones for a while and then decides to stop taking hormones without actually characterizing it as "regret" themselves.

It's usually other people imposing that narrative from the outside, aside from rare cases where there was some level of coercion to do medical procedures the person was never that into in the first place (e.g. transitioning in order to be legally allowed to change pronouns on ID or getting a boob job at a partner's behest—a thing that afflicts cis women too).

I remember a friend from school years ago going "What if I'm wrong?" and even at the time, I was like "But what if you're right and then spend 20 years waiting to be sure while being miserable?"

In this, as in most other big life decisions, I think you should take your best shot, not second guess yourself, and if you change your mind years later, you can deal with that then. But yes, so many people think there's some sort of virtue in decades of misery as you either can't figure out what's wrong or know what's wrong and are denied access to medical care.

I questioned my gender in my teens back in the 90s. I just didn't do anything that made other people particularly aware of it at the time and ended up deciding that gender is a big lie and who cares. This is probably more common than people think.

The main upshot was that I ended up reading an incredibly dense book of journal articles on third gender roles that was a bit of a headache for a 14-year-old.

[koivoid]

so am I insane or am I insane

I have a new theory to share with you guys:

I am like 90% sure that Teacher is Teruko’s brother.

(sunlit-haru also made a cool analysis post about this theory here! Go read it, it’s great!)

firstly, their skins tones are extremely similar. As you can see from the image they’re very close, with Teruko’s skin tone being slightly warmer. Teacher is also closing his eyes in all of the appearances he’s made so far, which could be intentionally hiding more similarities they might have. (Same eye color, perhaps!) Another thing to note is that none of the drdtalt character’s names have been revealed, which could potentially confirm the connection between the two. Although, Teacher may have a different last name, but he could still be related to Teruko, as Teruko mentioned that her brother was adopted by another family; he could have taken his adoptive parents’ last names instead.

In the most recent QNA with the DRDTDev, they confirmed that Teruko’s favorite color is red, because of association.

Although this could be referring to Mai, it could also apply to Teacher, as red is one of the prominent colors in his color scheme.

And while I’m on the topic of Mai, Teacher’s appearance also parallels Mai’s. They both have red as their main “bright” color, and more importantly, their hair styles are similar. As shown in the image above, they both have hair sticking out on one side and a braid on the other. They also have similar bangs (the middle part) but that’s more of a stretch, as other DRDT characters have them too. Though I should mention, Teruko has these bangs too. In fact, her post-ch1 hairstyle looks pretty similar to Teacher’s, with the hair sticking out on the right.

now, you may ask, “why are you comparing Teacher to Mai?? What does this have to do with Teruko?”

You see, Teruko has flashbacks to two different people.

Of course, Teruko remembers Mai’s appearance. She even has a flashback of Mai smiling at her at the beginning of Chapter 1’s deadly life. But she doesn’t remember this mysterious “his”’s face at all. Mai seems to have been in Teruko’s life pretty recently, so she remembers her; but what about the other person? Surely she would remember everything about the only other person she cared about? Well. Perhaps she doesn’t remember him because she hasn’t seen him since she was, say, five years old? When he was adopted into a different family?

Then what about Hope’s Peak? After all, Teacher wears an ID from HPA. (Thanks to weightedblankettt for deciphering the text!) Min mentions a teacher in charge of the DRDT cast’s class in the bonus episode, and he’s also implied to be the receiver of this letter hidden on the DRDT website:

So if Teruko ever went to HPA, wouldn’t she recognize him?

She probably wouldn’t. She had prosopagnosia. She can’t recognize people by their faces. So there’s a very low chance that Teruko would recognize her brother whom she hasn’t seen in years.

In conclusion, Teacher is most likely the other person that Teruko struggles to remember. This would help explain the parallels between Mai and Teacher—the braids and the red in their color palettes—because they were the two most important people to Teruko. And of course, the only other person we know of that is significant to Teruko is her brother.

Now, in the end, this is all speculation, so take it with a grain of salt. I might be overthinking some of the above points, and Teacher and Teruko could have nothing in common. If I do end up being wrong, I’ll do art requests and draw whatever cursed things you guys want…

anyways, please do feel free to add onto this post! I’m sure there are some things I’ve missed. I’d love to hear other people’s interpretations!

[gen15gg]

okay SO! these r a bunch of creloise fic ideas i came up w on the train ride home from uni bc am i not jus a girl who overthinks? w all the time in the world?? on a train???

so fair warning this is a LOT, but at least ik the old man sittin next to me was fairly entertained so u win some u lose some i suppose lmao 😭

- i def wanna see more 2000s or 90s AUs cuz duhhh i would love a little line ab them havin specific ringtones for each otha on their silly little flip phones (id cry if i saw this)

- OR OR OR clubbing scenes, meeting on the UNDERGROUND OMG!!!

(the trains that go under ldn for the americans idk if u lot kno what it is sorry, it’s like NYC subway??😭)

.. anyways cressida could always notice eloise reading something and tries to talk to her by either reading the same book or one journey jus offering the book “emma” (LIKE IN THE SHOW GUYS?!?) as a good read before she gets off on her stop OMDS and/or eloise always noticing cressida’s fashionable-ness for a fùckin 9-5 (yes cressida would be giving office siren absolutely) and maybe if the tables are turned, cressida is reading and eloise notices this and suddenly sparks up conversation bc she simply cannot shut her mouth (and replaying all the times she’s seen cressida in new outfits like the montage scene of anne hathaway in the devil wears prada LMFAO) n every tube journey they encounter each otha on, they go back n forth on their opinions on which eva book they’re reading atm OMGGGG n maybe on valentines one of them gives the otha a rose or a book before they get off SOMEONE RESTRAIN ME MY BRAIN IS WORKING OVERTIME 😭

- would also love to see more modern AUs in general like yes i loooove seein this pairing in different time periods, adapting to the ideas and limitations of that era MWAH to everyone who has been writing these i love you - let me kiss u on yo fùckin cranium MWAH !

- imagine a 1920s jazz girls creloise like idk who would be a jazz singer (maybe cressida??), havin them be in ‘flapper girl’ attire.. IDK id jus love to imagine them in that environment perhaps smoking from those thingies that held the cig itself

- not to stress this too much (i am) but i wanna see them as a 90s or def a 2000s famous pairing!! like both are singers!! i mean cmon cressida would hav an unbelievable stage presence w her amazing outfits we’ve seen in the show itself and eloise would be more punk-ish i suppose!!

or eloise remains a singer and cressida is a model?! but in both situations it’s like they despiseeee each otha or at least eloise does of cressida bc of her overall appearance and the message her looks send (i.e. similar to bridgerton era blah blah expectations etc)

but then they hav to date as a publicity stunt to push down rumours that they hate each otha or maybeeeee penelope is a news outlet they’re trying to get the jump on by going ‘noooo we don’t hate each otha we’re actually dating!’ (they do hate each otha but they fall in love obvs)

or penelope is one of their publicists and has set this up??.. or they’re forced to write a song together IDK this can go any which way but i was inspired by the song “maybe” by emma bunton as a song cressida would DEFINITELY sing OR “let me see” by Morcheeba

man idk Cressida jus gives me the vibe that in this AU she could be equivalent to kylie minogue or a brit pop icon of sorts regardless or Kate Moss if u went w the cressida as a model version AND MAYBE ELOISE AS A PHOTOGRAPHER??? IDK!!!!

- also NEED NEED. NEEEEED. a MR n MRS SMITH AU OF THEM!!!! like omdssss

(im referencing the original film w angelina jolie but go wild if one were to write this, which most like won’t happen but oh well 😭)

but omds the tension that would be between them both !!!! like eloise fits the playful goofy but intelligent character of mr smith, whilst i can most definitely see cressida in the role of mrs smith! trying her utmost best to keep things calculated and goin according to plan but (as u kno if you’ve watched the film) eloise will ruin this calculated streak she’s got 😭 OMDSSSS i can jus imagine their banter as they fight

- uhhh fuck me a surfer AU??? why not atp i’d love to see it where either teaches the otha to surf?? or it’s one where eloise is the one travelling around instead of colin (lmao #white girl goin on holiday to find herself) or w him as this would be a modern AU n she meets cressida somewhere in the mediterranean (bc cressida was sent away by her father) n yk sparks and whatnot ensue 🤭

or omds a rendition of that mermaid movie ‘aquamarine’ ??

- YES OMG A MERMAID AU GODDAMN WAITTTTT ELOISE ESCAPING PATRIARCHAL EXPECTATIONS BY PRETENTDING TO BE A PIRATE AND FALLING IN LOVE W MERMAID CRESSIDA OR THEYRE BOTH PIRATES??? LIKE ANNE BONNY AND MARY READ!!!

- jus had the biggest brain moment on this train ride me thinks… flowershop AU..

specifically an ‘imagine me & you’ AU. cressida had married some man ?? could be Debling to get her parents off her back but then falls in love at first sight of eloise the florist as she walks down the aisle to get married

omg i’m literally jus askin for creloise as ‘imagine me & you’ bc why not i think it’s adorable 😭

ANYWAYS!!! that’s ova but if anyone has any more ideas i’d love to hear them bc i hav serious brain rot from this pairing who will prolly not get togetha </3