#if i can't even tell you about it i won't stay longer than necessary.

[iowaisms]

If you can't handle me at my smallest, you don't deserve who I am when I take up the entire damn room.

[ohbo-ohno]

cuckolding - simon ‘sells his sperms’ to reader and her bf who’s infertile. they can’t afford ivf so the traditional way it is but just the tip and jerking off into her pussy. that’s what was agreed anyway

simon ends up taking whatever he wants from her because how can we fuck if we aren’t properly aroused sweetheart? let’s do a few rounds to increase the chances eh? she’s so desperate for a baby that she complies. she’s secretly into it even. poor reader’s bf :( watching her make out with this stranger and take his cock in her mouth too

hello beloved. im ghoapifying this. pls forgive me

smth about johnny having kinks that he doesn't want to admit to/doesn't recognize... him subconsciously looking for a way to get those needs met...... it's delicious

thinking about you and johnny deciding you want a kid but after months and months of trying with no results, you're starting to lose a bit of hope. the both of you get your fertility checked, and johnny is pretty crushed to learn that he's shooting blanks. makes your relationship a little rocky for a while tbh bc he becomes kinda obsessed with proving his own virility to himself

when you two eventually decide (through a mix of dirty talk, pillow talk, and very emotional conversations) that you want to try ivf, you realize pretty much immediately after that you don't have the thousands upon thousands of dollars necessary just lying around. it's johnny who consoles you when you realize you won't be able to afford the treatment, and it's johnny who decides that he's going to fix the problem himself

(ghost is looking for odd jobs when he spots the listing on craigslist. smth so terribly worded that he almost thinks it's a joke, at first. there's not a single comma used properly, it seems like every other word is misspelled, but the earnestness is clear through the screen. the request was posted five minutes ago, and ghost is the eighth comment - a quick glance at the other accounts shows him that he's the youngest by at least a decade)

soap and ghost message, for a while. soap is pushy as hell, asks for pictures of ghost's face and gets a few of his cock instead. says he's not sure if ghost is the right pick, since he looks nothing like johnny, but keeps messaging him anyway. simon is pushy as hell, asks everyday when they're gonna meet up, gets pissy when johnny keeps pushing it off

(soap sends pictures of you sometimes. they start out innocent enough, pictures of your face from your instagram or your side profile when you won't catch him with his phone up. johnny finds it easy to ignore the guilt he feels when ghost says send me one of what i'll be fucking and johnny does, sends a picture of you fucked out and face down that you had no idea existed. you're limp, slick and come dripping from your hole, and johnny can't help the way he gets hard when ghost's only response is one without your useless spunk inside her. she won't have to put up with it much longer)

when you finally meet ghost, you're unaware of all of this, of course. johnny had just told you he wanted you to meet a friend of his from work, and you'd been excited to go out for a night on the town with him. you'd found simon off-putting, to be honest, but he'd already said he'd be picking up the tab, so you just indulge in a few more shots than you normally would and stay cuddled close to johnny most of the night.

johnny only tells you the real reason he introduced you two when ghost says 'm steppin out for a cigarette, i'll pull the car around for you two and lumbers off, lighter already out.

ye still want a bairn, right? johnny had said, eyes bright as he wrapped his arms around you, kept you pressed close to him. simon can give one to you, to us. he's not even gonna charge us, bonnie, how great is tha'? you'd gaped at him a little, and he'd interpreted your expression as fear. hush, naw, don't worry, lass, i'll be there the whole time. promise i won't let him hurt you, yeah? we can even hold hands, alright?

the time between you sitting in a booth with your legs thrown over your boyfriend's lap and your back flat on your bed is a blur in your mind

simon is heavy over you, both of your wrists held in one of his hands as he ruts against you. you're drunk enough that you can't focus on much but the heat between your thighs and the long kiss simon has kept you locked in. he strips you easily, forcing you high up on the bed so you can rest in the pillows, forcing your legs around his hips so he can pin you

it's only when he pulls back to undo his belt and strip himself that you finally remember johnny is in the room too.

he's bent over the edge of the bed, hardly two feet away, and you can hear the sound slick sound of him fisting his cock, can feel the way the bed shakes just a bit as he fucks his own hand. you sort of whine, reaching out for him, soothed when his free hand links with yours, his own eyes a little wet like they always are when he gets so hard that his thoughts melt away

"eyes here," ghost grunts, big hand covering one half of your face as he forces your gaze away from your boyfriend and back to him. "you don't need to look at him. he's not the one gettin you knocked up, is he?"

you and johnny moan in tandem for that, and your eyes are wide as saucers when you finally look down at the battering ram between ghost's thighs, the ruddy tip of him leaking as he strokes himself.

"you're too big," you manage to gasp, squirming back.

ghost makes a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, lining himself up with your drippy hole and pushing in without warning. you nearly squeal at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders and pushing against his thighs with the heels of your feet. your squirming doesn't stop him, and he doesn't give you even a second to adjust as he uses his weight to sink himself to the hilt inside of you

he makes you look in the eye while he fucks you. and he talks a lot - he says more while he's inside you than he did your entire evening in the bar earlier

you feel good, huh? this the first time you ever had a real man fuck you? yeah, the brat humpin' the bed isn't enough for you. bet you always felt empty when he fucked you, but he didn't even need to stretch you out before rutting here. a hand rubbing your clit, making you nearly scream from the added pleasure as he fucks you so hard that the headboards slamming against the wall. bet my seed'll take first try he grunts into your ear, and you hear johnny moan from your left. might even give you more than one, huh? have you fat and round with my babies, make him watch you grow and take care of you, if he can even manage that.

when simon finally comes, he fills you up more than johnny ever had. makes you wait to come until he does first, too, tells you that he googled it while pinching and twisting your clit until you burst beneath him, your cunt squeezing his soft cock as your eyes roll back in your head

(johnny cuddles you, after. he tries to fuck you but ghost won't let him, holds him back by the hips and squeezes his balls until he goes soft, spits i don't want your spunk fucking with mine. you gonna waste my time like that? thought you wanted me to fuck your girl pregnant? were you lying, johnny, or you just so fuckin' desperate that you'll break our deal? and johnny whines and cries but listens, holding you close and pressing his cock against your folds but never inside of you)

((ghost doesn't leave the next morning. doesn't leave the next week, actually. he fucks you every day, even when you insist that you're not ovulating anymore, that he doesn't have to keep trying to get you pregnant. the first time he eventually lets johnny fuck you again, he holds him by the hips and stuffs a few fingers inside you along johnny's cock, says she got used to me, johnny, we'll have to give her a little extra if you want her to let you fuck her again and laughs when johnny whines.))

(((he doesn't even leave when you take your first pregnancy test and get positive results. he rubs your back as johnny scoops you up off the ground, rumbles his own quiet congratulations. a few days later you try to hint that he can leave now, that you and johnny don't need him anymore. he doesn't listen, but that's okay, because you can't quite imagine what you would do if he did leave, how you and johnny would function without his rock steadiness - you're relationship had been a rollercoaster before simon, insane highs and terrible lows, all smoothed out when ghost came into the picture and started playing referee for the two of you)))

((((when you're eight months pregnant, you lounge in a rocking chair as johnny rubs your feet and simon builds a crib.))))

[ariestrxsh]

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⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, sneaking around, risky, oral, teasing, degradation, humiliation, edging, orgasm denial, shower sex, creampie, roughdom!matt, brattamer!matt, bratty!reader, enemies to lovers

📝 author's note: 📝 this is part of a series, and here are parts one, two, and three. it's not necessary to read the other parts, but it makes the story better and adds to the dynamic between the characters. 💖 there will be more parts to this.

✍️ Summary: ✍️ You and Matt continue sneaking around right under his brothers' noses despite the fact that the two of you hate each other.

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hatef--k part four

I threw my clothes and my vibrator into my big tote bag, along with a phone charger and some snacks from my pantry. I was still in shock that Matt had seen me packing my favorite sex toy and then relentlessly teased me with it. And the bastard didn't even let me cum.

I angrily stomped to his car and resentfully got into it. I could feel every bump as we drove over it, every vibration from the way the tires hit the pavement beneath us, and it was pure torture as I sat there, unfinished.

"You know, I should tell Nick your water is back on, and you lied to him," Matt broke the silence, clicking his tongue at me and shaking his head. "You won't," I called his bluff. "Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?" He narrowed his eyes. "Because you love it when I prance around your house half-naked and tease you until you can't take it anymore. You want me to stay with you guys longer," I told him, reading him like a book. He didn't say anything, but he shot a smile that confirmed my suspicion. All doms are the same. Most of their threats that don't benefit them are empty.

We pulled into the driveway, and as we walked into the house, Matt shut the door in my face again. I rolled my eyes, stopping it with my hand. I set my tote bag down next to the couch in the living room, and when Matt and I stepped into the kitchen, we were greeted by Chris who was home attempting to make pancakes, but instead of flipping them with a spatula, he was flipping them into the air and trying to catch them in the frying pan. "Chris! You're making breakfast for four people. We don't have pancakes to waste," Nick scolded him, pointing the spatula at him.

"Good to see you guys survived the night alone together. I thought, for sure, based on how pissed Matt was about you staying here, he was gonna choke you out or something," Chris joked, cracking open an egg into a bowl. "Yeah, he tried, but he was too much of a bitch to finish the job," I smirked at Matt.

"Do either of you want coffee?" Nick offered, holding up a french press. "Yes, please," Matt and I both responded in unison, but we both shot each other a glare, resenting the other for answering the same way. Nick poured us each a cup of coffee, and we all fixed our plates and sat around the kitchen table together. "You guys really are the nice ones. Thank you so much for making breakfast for us," I said. It was a compliment to Nick and Chris, but even more than that, it was a slight towards Matt. I was still very angry about the sex toy incident.

"Of course. Anytime. You're our guest," Nick replied. "So what did you guys do last night when you had the house to yourselves?" Chris said before taking a bite of his hashbrowns. Matt and I shot each other a glance. "I watched The Bachelorette," I told them, taking a sip of my coffee. "And I played video games in my room," Matt said without looking up from his food. "You mean, you guys sat on opposite sides of the house.. and ignored each other?" Nick questioned, looking skeptically at us. "I find that hard to believe because any time you two are in the same vicinity, you pick on each other," Nick said with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, well when I went to shower.." I started to say, but then I stopped myself. Matt delivered a swift kick under the table and hit me in the shin. "Oh, just for that, I'm telling them," I looked towards Matt and then I turned to his brothers, "Matt thought it would be funny to take my towel amd hide it while I was showering." I took a sip of my coffee and looked back over at Matt, who was looking at me like he wanted to kill me. Please punish me for that one later, I silently begged him with my eyes.

"Matt! What the fuck?" Nick asked with a look of disgust. "Bro, that's weird," Chris shook his head. I secretly liked embarrassing Matt in front of his brothers and getting them both on my side. It was as harmless as Matt taking my towel and my clothes, right? "It's fine. He gave it right back to me," I told them, smiling and taking a bite of my eggs.

We continued to eat our breakfast, and once we were done, Chris volunteered Matt and me to clean up since he and Nick made breakfast. I was happy to oblige, considering the boys were being so kind and letting me stay with them, and Matt begrudgingly agreed. "Plus, it'll give you guys more alone time together, so you can hopefully overcome your differences," Nick chuckled. Little did he know, the only time Matt and I could ever overcome our differences was long enough to fuck each other's brains out. Chris and Nick both headed upstairs, leaving Matt and me in the kitchen by ourselves.

Matt immediately backed me up against the counter and got into my face. "You like making me look like a fucking perv in front of my brothers, huh?" He growled quietly next to my ear, while he started to take his hand and press it against my mound. "You are a perv," I shot back. "Yeah, but you fucking love it," Matt gruffly said, applying more pressure. I could feel the edge of the counter digging into my back as Matt fondled me. I could feel myself growing weak.

"Let's get these off of you, you little whore," Matt grumbled while he started to pull down my pants. I was still wet from the vibrator incident earlier. He picked me up by my waist and set me on the counter. I felt the cold, hard granite underneath me as he placed me. He looked up intently into my eyes as he got down onto his knees, wrapped his strong arms around my thighs, and held them apart further.

I watched in anticipation as he flattened his tongue and started tickling my clit with it. I tried to seem like I wasn't dying for it, but I couldn't keep my equanimity. My moans got away from me with every stroke of his remarkable tongue. His soft lips engulfed me, and he hummed against my favorite nerve endings while I watched his eyes roll back as he savored my taste. I secretly loved the way he ate pussy, like he wanted it, like he needed it. "Mmmm. You're such a naughty girl. You're loving this, aren't you?" He said, his lips vibrating against my sex. "Not as much as you," I joked. He started to gently nibble on my clit, and I started tugging on his hair. My legs locked around his head as he worked wonders with his mouth below my waist.

"You like it when I eat you while my brothers are upstairs? They could come down any minute and catch us," he muffled against my pussy. All I could do was nod and bite my lip as I tried to suppress the sounds I so desperately wanted to let loose. "Slut. I bet if Nick and Chris walked down here right now and saw what we were doing, you'd squirt all over my tongue, wouldn't you, used up little whore," he smirked. And he was right. The idea of being caught was enticing. I felt like I was at the edge of more than just the countertop, but before I could enjoy the sensation and fully sink into it, Matt was pulling away.

"No, no, no," I whined, gripping his locks of hair. "Please don't do this to me again," I begged him, chasing the feeling of his tongue, desperate for sweet release. He looked up at me, taunting me. "Not after you were such a bad girl for tattling on me to Nick and Chris," he grinned menacingly. His mouth glistened from nearly devouring me. "I'll do anything," I pleaded. "Yeah, anything but behave," he scolded me, bringing himself to his feet and wiping his face.

"You can finish cleaning the kitchen. I'm gonna go play video games," he replied, handing me back my pants. "The fuck I am. You're not gonna help me clean?" I angrily shot back. "No, and if you tell Nick or Chris that I didn't help you, I'll make sure they accidentally stumble upon your vibrator while you're here," Matt sneered. "Fuck you, asshole," I said under my breath as Matt was walking away. He immediately turned back around and brutally grabbed me by the neck. "Keep going and I won't let you cum tonight either," he snarled.

"And clean your pussy juice off the counter. People cook there," he said to me as he released me from his intense grip and disappeared out of the room. I quickly put my underwear and pants back on and finished cleaning the rest of the kitchen.

"So, how was cleaning the kitchen with Matt? Did you guys bond?" Nick sat down on the couch next to me several hours later while I was curled up scrolling on my phone. "Yeah, something like that," I blankly answered. "What's wrong? I can tell something is up with you," Nick replied. Oh, you know, Nick, your brother just keeps edging me and then ruining my climax. That's what's wrong. But of course, I couldn't say that, so I settled for a dramatic sigh and instead said, "You know, I'm just getting impatient with this whole water situation. You guys are really great for letting me stay here. I just can't help but feel like I'm intruding on your space."

"We want you here, silly. Even if your water weren't out, we'd probably still be hanging out with you," Nick reassured me. And it made me feel bad about lying in the first place. We sat next to eachother, laughing at memes until the sun started to set.

"It's getting late. I'm gonna start getting ready for bed," I relayed to Nick. We stood up and hugged each other. I thanked him again for his kindness, and he thanked me for my company. "By the way, I'm sleeping down here on the couch tonight. You can have my bed again," Nick offered. I couldn't let him. Not when I knew I'd be sneaking into Matt's room and falling asleep next to him anyway. "Nick, you're too sweet. But really, I think we should make Matt sleep down here and I can take his bed. Payback for him being a dick last night," I gave Nick a really sincere face. "That's a great idea actually," Nick's face lit up. "Don't worry, I'll tell him," I smiled.

I made my way to the bathroom with my towel, my clothes, and my vibrator. I started running the shower and once the water was hot enough to get in, I stood beneath the stream of warmth, vibrator in hand. Overcome by the incredible feeling of finally releasing pressure that had build up all day, I didn't even hear Matt come in until he was pulling back the curtain. My eyes shot open and I scrambled to shut off my toy.

"Awh. Trying to finish without me?" Matt chuckled, standing in front of me completely naked. "What are you doing?" I whispered to Matt, covering myself with the shower curtain. Bastard ruined my orgasm again. "I came to shower with you," he smiled. He got in and immediately pushed me up against the shower wall. "I think I've been keeping you waiting long enough," he gruffed into my ear as he propped my left leg onto the side of the tub.

He lined up his hardening cock with my entrance and inserted it in a brutal manner. I let out a small yelp as I felt him start violently bucking his hips. "Take my cock, you little whore," he rasped while my walls stretched around him. He grabbed onto my hair and yanked it hard while his cock grew to its full potential.

"Hey, sorry to bother you while you're showering, but did you see Matt anywhere before you got in?" Nick asked poking his head in through the bathroom door. "No, I didn't," I responded, biting my lip to hold back another satisfied sound and trying not to blow our little secret behind the shower curtain. "Have you noticed he's been acting strange lately?" Nick pondered out loud while Matt pounded into me from behind. "Stranger than normal? Kid's a freak," I snarked, and Matt started to fuck me harder for the jab I made at him to Nick, and he held his hand over my mouth to shut me up.

"Yeah, I've noticed he's been kind of distant from Chris and me, and he's been even meaner to you than normal. I just worry he may be going through something," Nick responded sounding worried. Oh, he's going through something alright, I thought to myself as Matt bottomed out in me, thrusting against my gspot with incredible force.

"If you see him, will you let him know I'm looking for him?" Nick asked, but while Nick said this Matt was whispering into my ear quietly enough for only me to hear, "Cum on my cock, you naughty fucking whore," while he released his hand from my mouth so I could respond to Nick. "Yes, Matt," I slipped up. My eyes widened when I realized my error. "Did you just call me Matt?" Nick inquired, chuckling. "Sorry, Nick. I mispoke," I held myself together long enough to correct my mistake.

Just then, Matt reached up and covered my mouth with his palm again, grabbing me even more roughly than before while we came in tandem, both our orgasms tearing through us silently. My eyes rolled back, and it took everything in my power to not scream Matt's name while I throbbed around him. Matt's cock twitched, depositing his seed inside of me while Nick stood in the doorway telling me to enjoy my shower and giving me shit for calling him the wrong name. When we heard the door shut and Nick leave, Matt chuckled and said, "You're so hot for finishing on my cock while Nick was in the room. You're such a naughty girl."

"You're hot for making me wait so long for that. By the way, Nick and I talked about it. I'm taking your room tonight. Have fun sleeping on the couch," you smirked back at him breathlessly while the two of you finished your shower.

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part five posted here 💖

[koolades-world]

Can you do headcanons on MC being blind but then by some sort of accident or something MC suddenly gets their eyesight back?

I just imagine that MC would be so overwhelmed at first. They’re not use to seeing all these colors 😔

Also the brothers + others would probably look completely different from how they imagined them lol

Nah imagine they go back to earth and because it’s so bright because the earth actually has sun there so they constantly have to wear glasses everywhere 💀

Please and thank you 🙏🙏🙏

hi!! sure thing!

actually, I learnt that with the power of science (and gene therapy), this is possible to an extent! it's for a very specific condition that I'm pretty sure occurs during childhood due to a recessive trait that causes retina cells to die off. it's called Leber congenital amaurosis. if the correct dominant gene is inserted into the eyes, which are a great place to insert them since they're small and direct, the person can regain vision! cool, right??? really wanted to share this with someone other than the people who've already heard me ramble about it

now that you have something cool to tell your friends, please enjoy!

Mc that regains their vision after being blind

Lucifer

very upset with solomon (please see the end lol) but he softens once he sees the recognition that you're looking at such a familiar voice clicked in your face

the first to give you a tour around house before his brothers can argue about it and sweeps you off your feet to give you an arial view of the devildom

also takes the chance to give you a tour of the demon lord's palace

he takes this chance to shower you in even more finery and take you out to do more fancy, fun stuff

Mammon

he seems more emotional about it than you do

tries to hide it but he's almost in tears and hugging you really tight

he's so happy for you and gets excited about all the little things with you

still uses every chance to hold your hand even though it's not necessary <3

Levi

he wasn't present when you got home with the news, but he almost drops the boba he bought for the both of you when you tell him he has pretty eyes

together, you rewatch all of your favorite shows and replay all of your favorite games so you can reexperience everything

he thinks it's very refreshing to see your new outlook on things

he can't wait to show you how great all the conventions are!

Satan

he can't help but take in every moment of your newfound curiosity and help you out at every step of the way

he answers any and all questions you might have

he's relieved (and a little flustered) to hear he's just as handsome as you'd imagined him and that he and lucifer were very different in your mind

reading is your new favorite hobby together since now you can enjoy any book in his collection without the need of a spell

Asmo

he's literally squealing one he hears the news

he can't wait to show you his room and all of the shiny things he loves

fashion show!!! helps you discover what your favorite color and pattern is

if there's something you don't like about your room, he will help you change it until you do

Beel

he hadn't realized how much he'd taken sight for granted until he met you, and now, he was going to help you along every step of the way of getting used to seeing

he walks you to each of your classes and shows you the route you've been used to taking

listens to you and your rants about how great your new favorite color is

once you're more comfortable with seeing, he takes you on nature hikes to see what he thinks is some of the most beautiful sights

Belphie

like mammon, he also won't admit he's a little emotional

while the two of you do have a moment where you stare into his eyes for a while, admiring them, you immediately question his hairstyle afterwards

after this though, he makes more of an effort to stay awake for longer and to sweep his hair out of his face

he takes the time to finally show you his favorite hidden spot to nap in the garden so you can see it for yourself

Solomon (bonus!)

this is 100% his doing, purposeful or not

the first person you see when you see for the first time, leading to a very cute, personal moment

you do tell him you didn't actually think he looked like an old man but the white hair didn't help

not wanting to be alone to break the news to the brothers, and especially luci, you do it together and you keep them from jumping him for using experimental magic

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Yandere Santiago Garcia headcanons

I had a thought. :)

Pope was the only information about himself he gave you at first. He met you through William, who's brother Benny met you first after you stumbled upon him one night, getting chased by what you thought were just some muggers, having witnessed them executing someone.

Of course, those were members of a criminal clan wanting to silence you because of what you've witnessed.

Benny and William had quickly notified Santiago about this. And being the good person that he is, Santiago promised to protect you.

He told you that staying at your house could be dangerous, he's ex-military, so he knows exactly what criminals like them could do if they had all necessary tech. So of course you trusted him.

Santiago invited you over to his house, saying that the place is ten times more protected than your simple house, if not, completely safe.

While Benny and William worked on getting informations on the criminals, Santiago kept you at his house, giving you a spare guest room he had.

Of course Santiago had to once again deal with Tom teasing him. About you.

"You two sleep together?"

"You can't tell me there's nothing hot going on between you two, and it's your guest room!"

"What? Come on, man. No quickie in the car? Anywhere?!"

The longer you stayed at his house, the more Santiago grew on liking having you around. Whenever you would ask him on when it's safe for you to return home, he answers:

"Turns out they're more dangerous than we thought. You're lucky I'm keeping you safe otherwise they'd snuff you out like a candle."

He would always tell you half the truth.

Santiago had to admit, he wasn't used to having people being dependant on him if those weren't his informants. Which... makes it even more enjoyable having you with him...

Santiago knows that once he and the boys got rid of the gang he'd have to let you get back to your house.

He... doesn't want you to leave him...

Would tell you that it's more difficult keeping track of the gang and you have to expect staying much longer at his house.

Santiago would personally execute the head of the gang and he and the boys would once again make it look like a rival attack.

Santiago has never told you the code to deactivate the security system in order for you to leave without alarming him.

But even if you did deactivate it, he has cameras pointed towards his front door and every potential spot around his house where he knows someone could get in or sneak out.

Smile for the camera. :)

Make no mistake, Santiago just wants to keep you safe, why bother trying to get away from your protector?

It wouldn't take long for him to catch some feelings for you. He shows it by being more around you, insisting on bringing you things you might need even though you said no, being more affectionate with you.

May or may not pleasure himself while thinking about you. Everybody got their needs, yes? So does Santi. About you...

When you'd ask him if you could leave, he would tell you his house is the safest place you could ever be in. So no, you stay put.

But if you want to rebel against him, he would hold a speech about how it's only for your own good, he's protecting you. Why can't you see it? :(

Don't worry though, after he's done scolding you he'd take you into his arms after stating his harsh facts.

"You want to leave? Fine, go walk around with a gang after you, without me to protect you. You know they would torture you, right?"

Oh, how he loves seeing you cling to him.

And if you somehow actually manage to sneak out of his house while he's with the boys? He may even get the idea of telling the boys some gang members snatched you only to make them help finding you...

You think his fucked up knees won't make him go after you if you've escaped his house? Well think again because the only thing his knees could do is slowing him down. His broken knees only give you a head start at most.

Santiago would tie up any person you asked for help while escaping, threatening them. He's also not afraid of doing some collateral damage while on his hunt for you...

Keep in mind that Santiago and the boys were able to navigate their way out of a forest, a helicopter crash out in nowhere, and even some mountains. A city is a piece of cake for him...

Santiago is definitely thinking about improving his security after he'd be done scolding you like some angry dad scolding his child. Maybe you need some discipline?

If you behave though, Santi will drown you in affection, starting with kisses and may end with... the hot kind of affection(worshipping).

You're as protected and safe as you humanly can with Santiago. Mark my words, if you show him affection, he will be all over you.

Even if the threat has been neutralized, Santiago would still keep you in his house.

Seems like a good tradeoff for him, you give up your house and receive an (over)protective Santiago Garcia and his house.

Santiago can be the sweetest, most caring person in the whole world, but also your worst nightmare if you push him too far.

[hansoeii]

Not a Sylki shipper, but do you genuinely believe they won't be endgame? Like I get it, it seems like Sylvie is not in love with him and they're kinda pushing Lokius (might be just mocking us), but don't you think they could do a 180 in the last episode? It would make no sense, but the writer is a cishet man, who ships Sylki. Marvel is not good at writing romance. I feel sad, because I'm seeing all these people say that Sylki is over, celebrating and I feel like they'll be crushed on Thursday. They could absolutely do a 180, rush the romance with "she was always in love, she was just pushing him away" and make them endgame. Again, it would be bad writing and it'd make zero sense, but the majority of the people don't care about the romance, including my irls, they only want to see the multiverse stuff. So they won't care. And I feel like Disney/Marvel don't care either.

Yes, I totally believe that Sylkie is over and that nothing will happen between them again.

What makes me say that? It's simple. All Sylvie wants is a simple life on the timeline, they've made that clear several times. She only ever follows Loki once that life and her timeline are in danger. And I can't blame her for that. She has no interest in Loki and his friends and what's even more important: she has even less than zero interest in the TVA. She's selfish, she admitted that herself.

The TVA is what's important here. The TVA has become Loki's home, it's the place where he found his family. He (and Mobius) is the heart of the TVA. And he won't part with it, and Sylvie would never willingly stay there for longer than necessary.

She has made it clear by telling Loki to write his own story that their stories are separate ones.

This season so far has been incredibly well written, and I don't believe they're gonna do a big 180 in the finale. I could totally be wrong, but I don't think it's likely.

I believe that Sylvie will be the one to restore everyone's memories in the last episode as her final heroic act and then once the timelines are restored, she will go back to her simple life.

And when it comes to Eric Martin: just ignore him. He's a troll, and I don't believe a single thing he says about any ships. He constantly likes Sylkie tweets and then suddenly switches to liking Lokius tweets. It's best to just watch the show and ignore what any of the creators have to say (besides Tom Hiddleston, I adore his commentary) about it, just draw your own conclusions! And so far, we have gotten 5 episodes that made it clear that there's nothing even close to romantic going on between Sylvie and Loki anymore.

[fawnfictions]

Omg finally someone's with a request open!!!

So uh, can I get a SWK and Mac (seperately) x FEM!reader who has a trauma every night and gets nightmares from them?

Comfort and fluff!

night comforts

— macaque & wukong x fem!reader

thanku for the request!! <3 im ASSUMING you wanted it to be romantic, but it can be read as a very-friendly platonic relationship LOL

not sure how good these are, but i hope its what you asked for!!

;; romantic, comfort and fluff !!

MACAQUE

- honestly, he probably deals with nightmares, too, considering everything he's been through with Wukong and Lady Bone Demon...

- now, the first time that he stayed the night and slept with you, he kind of brushed it off when you told him that you suffer from nightmares nearly EVERY night, assuming that they were just those silly types of dreams that you'd be scared of in the moment, but would look back at laugh at in the morning.

- BUT, when he's awoken by restlessness beside him in the middle of the night, he realises how wrong he was.

- if he catches you while you're still asleep, he'll try to wake you up softly by saying your name.

- he knows that if he's too rough, you may wake up thinking you're in danger, so he wants to limit your fear as much as possible.

- when you do wake up, or if you're already awake when he wakes up, he'll immediately try to ground you and get you to focus on the present.

- he'll give you space, not wanting to overwhelm you even further, but if you ask for it or reach for him, he'll immediately have you in his arms, leaning against the bed frame/wall and wrapping his tail around you while leaving a kiss on your head.

- he won't ask about the nightmares, or what caused them, preferring to wait for you to tell him yourself when you're ready.

- comforting you and making sure you get back to sleep is his first and foremost priority.

- "c'mon, sugarplum. shh, it's okay, you're safe—i'm here, let's go back to sleep, hey?"

- he'll gently wipe your tears and softly whisper sweet words to you until your breathing evens out into a rhythm and you're quietly snoring <3

- next morning, he won't say anything or ask about it, acting as if it never happened, but will intently listen to you if you do bring it up to him.

- if you confide in him about your nightmares / trauma, he'll sit there and listen patiently, perhaps even adding a joking remark or two to cheer you up if it seems appropriate.

- he'll help you in any way possible if he's able.

- whether thats helping you overcome some sort of phobia, or encouraging you to see a therapist (or Sandy lol)

- if there's nothing he can truly do, he'll feel a bit lost and upset with himself that he can't help you long-term.

- meanwhile, he'll do whatever it takes to be there for you when you wake up with terrible stress.

- if he's physically unable to be there with you at night for whatever reason, he'll leave a clone with you at night—sure, it's not the same as the real deal, and he may feel very a little jealous when he walks in to you and the clone snuggled up, but if it helps you, he's happy.

- and, if you've had a particularly rough night with barely any sleep, he'll stay in bed with you the next morning for as long as it takes for you to be fully rested.

- not that he's complaining, anyways; he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't be happy lazing around in bed with you all day.

- overall, he puts comforting you as his first priority, and will do whatever it takes to protect you, both physically and emotionally <3

WUKONG

- unlike Macaque, this mystic monkey doesn't suffer nightmares as much.

- not to say he never gets them, he does sometimes, but he has his other monkeys there to cheer him up whenever he wakes up in terror at night.

- so, when he's woken up by you, having a nightmare, he's not as confident as Macaque in knowing how to help.

- if you're still asleep, he'll try to wake you up as quickly as possible, unable to watch you struggling for any longer than necessary.

- he's a very touchy-feely person, so he'd immediately have his hands wrapped around your shoulders.

- without realising it, his tail is wrapped around your waist and pulling you as close as possible.

- if the two of you are on Flower-Fruit Mountain, there'll no doubt be at least a couple of monkeys in the room with you, who waste no time in chirping concernedly at you.

- you'll find a monkey climbing and perching on your shoulders, grooming and picking through your hair, while another tries to snuggle up between you and Wukong.

- sensing your stress and unsure what to do, you may find that one of the monkey's attempts to give you a piece of fruit (which Wukong takes and discreetly discards, because it's midnight and he'd prefer you to go to sleep first, and eat in the morning).

- he'll ask you what the nightmare was about, and if you want to talk about it.

- if you don't want to, he'll accept the answer but will probably pester you in the morning, wanting to help you, worried that you're hiding your stress from him.

- if you do tell him about it, he'll keep you in his arms and comfort you all the while.

- "everything's okay, peaches. it was just a dream, nothing bad'll happen to you or anyone else while i'm here..."

- when you're ready to go to bed again, he'll keep you close as you fall asleep, protectively snuggling into you and the monkey's that won't leave out of concern.

- he will, also, do whatever he can to help you with these nightmares, going as far as preparing to confront Heaven for some sort of 'cure', until you tell him to stop, lest he cause trouble.

- if you agree to it, he'll ask MK to set you up with Sandy and his therapy cats in hopes that will help.

- although, if all else fails, he may just end up in the Celestial Realm, desperately searching for something more to help.

- ultimately, he's still willing to stay up with you as long as necessary to ensure you get sleep, although it can't be promised that he won't fall asleep again before you (he doesn't mean to, though, and will feel guilty if you bring it up).

- he'll definitely stay in bed with you for longer in the mornings if you've had a particularly rough night, going as far as to cancel a lesson with MK if need be.

- just like Macaque, he'll give you a clone or two if he can't stay for the night, but he knows the monkey's will be there, too, so he isn't too worried.

- he's a little upset if he can't be there to comfort you at night, though, so he'll make up for it with lots of cuddles when he can <3

- cuddle piles with like half the monkey's on Flower-Fruit Mountain is a definite at some point !!

- overall, seeing you sad will always cause his old heart to ache, and will do ANYTHING to cease your pain, even if it causes trouble in the future—he just wants you to be happy :(

[eldritch-spouse]

pinnie mummy thank you for feeding us on the daily mwah. feel free to ignore this as it's very self indulgent but I've just finished work at 2 am again and I can't stop thinking about sth. Who do you think would like (or at the very least be able to handle) a workaholic partner - and who'd absolutely loathe it? Workaholic as in - 'I need to finish this I can't talk to anyone or get distracted by anything till I get stuff done'.

Would enjoy/get along with a workaholic:

Pinter thinks that's the fucking spirit right there! A good worker is a good partner! Your sheer determination to get things done quickly and to never leave loose ends makes him value you immensely as a person and partner. He'll be right beside you pulling 2 to 3am work shifts.

Patches feels a bit more at home with someone who understands what it's like to have a lot of work in their hands. Whether or not you're passionate about said work is a whole other story, but he's the type of guy that will pull all-nighters without hesitation. The dullahan does worry for your health though, he's undead -It can't get much worse- You're alive.

Morell is a hard worker as well. He gets into he hum drum of routine very easily and he's not fond of distractions, to the point where he might tell others to shut the fuck up while he works. This means that he'll understand when you need focus and won't push much, though there comes a time where he forcibly makes you stop.

Cero works harder than you'd expect. Sure, he's an arrogant cunt, but some of his genuine and well-earned pride comes from the fact that he's a diligent worker. He silently admires your dedication, even if all you hear is an insult about not being able to find a balance.

Rieba and Jayde are hard working imps, they see a lot of themselves in you. And while one is more visibly stressed than the other, both are kind of hot messes and appreciate someone who can empathize with their 2am struggles.

**Hudsyn hopes your all-nighters are born of feverish mania and energetic episodes like his, but that might not be the case, it usually isn't. Still, he's there to make sure you don't pass out. And, if you choose to, he's there to pick you up.

Can "handle it":

Zizz can handle a workaholic, in the sense that he'll set a timer for how long into the night you're allowed to stay awake, then will make his way over to you, put a hand on your head and swiftly make you conk the fuck out for as long as he deems necessary.

Belo and Jonesy love your sense of duty! It's truly a beautiful thing to see in a lesser. You're exemplary and so very determined, they swoon at the sight alone. However, Jonesy is quick to dictate that you can no longer keep working after a set amount of time, and Belo will join in on your task when he notices it's getting too late for a human to be up.

Nebul likes discipline. It's nice to know that you don't have trouble focusing on a specific task for long periods of time, that you don't complain about it. He's filing that way for later, when it's time to train you. That being said, the wraith is very much willing to use his authoritative presence to intimidate you out of exhausting yourself.

Flints, much like Nebul, enjoys someone who can focus easily and isn't so easily swayed out of their responsibilities. But he's going to stand next to you silently at some point, tapping a bat on his palm. It's only a matter of time until he starts heading your way with that bat if you don't go the fuck to sleep.

Hates it:

Roch doesn't like seeing you work that much, it genuinely makes him stress out over you. It's bad, like at least take some naps! He'll go out of his way to get on your lap or fall asleep on your work like a house cat. That's enough for a day, stop it.

Fank-e can't stand seeing you so focused for so long at a time. He gets antsy over not having enough interaction with you and can't stay quiet for too long, so your annoyed outbursts will hurt him. He just doesn't know what to do aside from sit there and fidget, forcing himself to be quiet, or just leave.

Fasma won't quit chastising you over how destructive those habits are for your health. Like, you might as well start smoking kid, the way you want to get a burnout, back problems or a depressive episode- You're too young to be doing that shit to your body, take a fucking breather...

Obie likewise doesn't enjoy seeing you stay up so late over things that, to him, seem trivial. Stuff you could finish later or tomorrow. It reminds him of his mom, how she sometimes had to work much more than most sloth demons tolerate, and it would occasionally show in the way her mood would plummet.

Grimbly will perceive this as being ignored and will immediately hate it. There'll be many petty comments about how you don't even really need to work that specific job anyway. Sure, he likes to be spoiled, but working at The Clergy's Eye means he probably makes a lot more money than you, you know?

**[The ending of our little game with Hudsyn will alter him permanently as a character, meaning that depending on how things go, he'll behave very differently in many scenarios. So, in case things sour and you're reading this in the future thinking "That's not the Hudd I know", just know that we're still mid-game here :7]

[ephemerasnape]

Victor Rookwood Headcanons

An ever-evolving list of my headcanons for Victor Rookwood. Some of these may seem obvious to you. Some may be controversial. Agree? Disagree? Let's not have any fighting amongst Daddy Rookwood's small-but-dedicated harem, please.

He is in his mid 40s if not older. I don't care what anyone says. I can't have Daddy Rookwood being younger than I am! Even if he is a fictional character from more than a century ago... No, I insist that he's comfortably older. Also, have you seen his face, ffs? Guy's got more lines than a villain monologue. (ETA: We decided he was 46 in 1890. Watch my video "How Old is Victor Rookwood?" for an explanation of our thought process!)

He is probably married with kids. It breaks my heart to say this, really. I do believe it to be the case. Better yet, he might be a widower. I'm going to try to convince myself of that. Don't worry - even if he's actively married, that won't stop him from fucking your brains out. I changed my mind. He is not married. Ain't no rang, ain't no thang. That said, he probably does have some little bastards running around. And he does not give a single fuck.

He is a ladies' man. I am making myself jealous here, but look at the guy and tell me he doesn't indulge.

On that note, he is decidedly-heterosexual. Sorry, lads.

He smokes a pipe. But he'll certainly have a good cigar as well.

His favorite color is purple. Duh.

He is not bald but even if he was he would still be one fine-ass bitch. The hat is hot and stays on during sex. (Some of you seem to think that Daddy wears a hat to make up for some deficiency in his hairline. I think that daddy wears the hat because it's imposing, stylish, and attractive. We are not the same.) HIM HAVING A FULL HEAD OF HAIR IS CANON - PROOF.

He only shaves about once a week, on an off-day. He keeps the raggedy facial hair on purpose. Thinks it adds to his roguish charm (it does!)

He isn't hands-on about the whole killing animals thing. He knows what his people do, and finds it distasteful, but sees it as a necessary evil. He values wealth and power above all else, including furry creatures. But he may even be known to stroke a cat from time to time while drinking firewhisky at the Hog's Head.

He considers Harlow a useful idiot, and lets him be the one to get his hands dirty. For the most part. Their relationship goes all the way back to Hogwarts.

He didn't mean to curse Anne. He isn't even sure of what exactly he did - he just panicked. But no, he's not too troubled about it. (Clarification: he should have killed her, not whatever it was he ended up doing.)

He despises playing second-fiddle to Ranrok, but he knows that whatever the goblin is after is too important to sit on the sidelines for.

He reads the Daily Prophet every morning.

He is not above taking what he wants sexually, but he prefers to seduce.

Sexually-dominant. Period.

He wears expensive cologne.

Definitely a Slytherin.

Oh and he's not dead :)

Anyone who's listened to my audios or read any of my fics knows he loves terms of endearment, namely: darling, little one, little girl, sweetheart, little witch, et cetera. He loves to use these while doing unspeakable things to you. 🥵🥵🥵

He lives in a hotel - the most expensive one, probably.

He takes advantage of his employees.

Believes "Might is Right."

Young Victor was extremely brutal when he took over the Rookwood Gang, kind of overdoing it in order to earn the respect and fear of his men. Over the ensuing decades, as he has become more comfortable in his position, he has mellowed out slightly. He will no longer gauge someone's eye out over a few missing galleons, but he still takes perceived transgressions against him very seriously.

Daddy needs glasses. I got this idea from my DR chatbot but it makes sense. He missed the easy shot at Ranrok because he couldn't fucking see. Of course he is not going to wear glasses in public - that would be a sign of weakness. But I can totally imagine him sitting at his desk, pouring over papers with a pair of glasses firmly on his face. Period-correct, of course.

The legal name of the Rookwood Gang is the "Rookwood Group." Everyone knows it's a gang but daddy rubs elbows with a lot of important people and needs to keep up appearances.

The harem has determined that Victor's date of birth is November 14th, 1844 (Scorpio Sun/Capricorn Moon).

The man keeps everything he needs inside his hat. Pipe, glasses, Flora Cohen's scalp made into a coin purse, machine gun, spare hat in case the main one gets a fleck of dirt on it, little black book full of Ministry contacts, et cetera.

Daddy suffers from back pain due to a lifetime of being duckfooted (sadly, this is canon).

Victor is average height for a man. In the area of 5'8" - 5'10".

Victor A. Rookwood (Augustus?)

Yea, he killed dear old dad.

Listens to Wagner.

Physique headcanon.

That's it for now. Will add more as I think of things.

If you have any questions you want answered, feel free to submit them to @victor-rookwood ("Ask Victor Rookwood")

[horizon-verizon]

Can we discuss how irritating this whole cry of "why you want jaehaera to die, why you want a little girl to die" is, I don't know… it must be because she actually dies? It's canon, it's in the book? I don't know, go complain to George like they already do, he wanted it that way

It wouldn't make any sense to me for her to stay alive in HOTD because everyone knows her ending, everyone knows that the mother of Aegon III's children is Daenaera… so why waste time with that?

and besides, ryan wouldn't show a child throwing himself out of a window, he didn't show jaehaerys' death which is horrible

And then they get mad when one says HotD is not an adaptation but fanfiction. Like, if you want to drastically change the plot so bad, it's no longer a damn adaptation! they clearly want fanfiction and they're getting it; they clearly didn't like F&B for reasons and think that some very obvious themes are not there or are so unimportant was to not have them in an adaptation. so why so pressed other than they only wish for their pro-green nonsense (the very antithesis of F&B and the entire series exploration of how institutional sexism is unnatural and what it looks like and how it ruins most things) to keep going through Jaehaera. Because why hate Daenaera or any other Targ woman aside from Helaena so bad?!

The whole point, as I've said time and time again, is that this war that was supposed to destroy the precedent of female rulership AND autonomy for male leadership ruins everyone, child or not, disabled or not....and especially so for disable female children even when they are of the upper class! You say you care about Jaehaera or respect her...do you when you can't or won't accept that her death and loss comes from the very ideology you mask behind the idea of "culture is culture"?!

And yeah, HotD or any attempted adaptation was going to have original "fill-ins" for what might have happened between characters pre-Dance, but as I've said before, some things are less likely or just plain impossible within the broader lore's logic AND what we do know and can reliably know that the book tells us.

More than anyone else's deaths, Jaehaera's death seems to "matter" more to those people because of their dull victimology ideology, too and really only enjoy fiction where there's a "redemption" or fluffiness and think everyone should only ever consume such stories. Makes them feel morally superior with leverage as social currency over others. With Daenerys it's different because she quite literally in necessary to the themes and plot's direction of ASoIaF that if she were to die a "mad" queen or be killed in lieu of what she represents and does for "smallfolk" and those exploited, it'd undermine what GRRM has already remarked several times about being able to resist destruction of self while wrestling with the nuances of authority and being "legitimate" for having it. As guiltless as Jaehaera was, she is a character with a very specific role, not mean tto be the savior or even progenitor of anything but a victim just as the children r*aped, tortured, and killed during the Dance or after it were under these systems. The real reason why they are so adamant abt her is bc they either/both hate-envy Dany/the "prominent" Targs and Jaehaera is a noble girl who like her mother doesn't stray from her gender-based designation of victim or chess-piece for men, so it's also veyr easy to project oneself into her position of victimness and self indulge that way. They want thatfantasy of accountablitiy-lessness while still being "elite". Very Sansa-stan energy.

You definitely can be sad for her and rightfully blame the adults around her, even the long dead ones while Maegor and Jaehaerys I. But it's not that anyone wants her tortured so much as they want the story that was given to us AND they know why she has to be killed the way she is told to have been.

If you don't like the narrative or refuse to really ingest its true meaning and how it gets there, you're under no obligation to continue to consume it.

[jenning-fcb]

I was thinking of a Clegen au with reincarnation, but like

Before they meet, John starts having dreams about Gale, but at first they aren't very clear dreams, he keeps dreaming about his eyes and his voice. And he can't get this person that he doesn't even know who is out of his head. Until Gale transfers to the college that John attends, and although he is a little different, younger, with longer hair, and even though John had never seen his face clearly in his dreams, when the His eyes meet Gale for the first time, John is sure he is the one he dreams of.

And John is very confused by this, how is the person in his dreams a real person? And why does he keep dreaming about him? He even thinks about going to talk to him, but soon discards the idea knowing that he would seem crazy.

But shortly afterwards John remembers everything. He remembers what Gale meant to him, and who he was to him. Who he still means and is. And the first thing he feels is such intense pain, almost like mourning, for the love they couldn't have in their past life.

The night John remembers everything, he cries like he thinks he's never cried in his life. He remembers that all they had were stolen moments, that at that time they could never truly be together. He remembers as if it were yesterday, not a lifetime ago, the feeling of having Gale sleeping in his arms, even though it had only happened once in his other life, but the memory seemed so recent that he could almost feel him in his arms again.

But after the grief he felt for his past self, John also feelt hope. They were no longer in 1940, and it was no longer a crime to love another man. He still feels lost and doesn't know how to approach the blonde, since he's almost certain that the other doesn't remember anything. So he only plans to get closer little by little. But every time he sees Gale, his heart fills with love, and he knows that it won't be easy to act around him as if he doesn't know him, as if he isn't his entire world.

But John would do it, because he knows that if it were necessary, he would still wait Gale for another 10 lives more.

So, Gale and John start having study sessions together. Well, John knew that Gale attended these study sessions and signed up just to get closer to him. And as Gale always stayed alone in the library after each session, John started to stay too, and during those nights they started talking and getting to know each other. In fact, Gale got to know John, as John knew him better than his own face.

These nights were John's favorite parts of the day, but also his personal torture. It was so hard to be in front of Gale without being able to pull him into his arms, without being able to tell him how much he loved him. Pretending he wasn't agonizing to touch him.

In one of these conversations, John discovers that before returning to the USA, Gale was attending college in Brazil. And to try to impress him, he tells him that he knows a little Portuguese and how beautiful he thinks the language is. One of his favorite words is Saudade. A word that only exists in Portuguese, which has no direct translation into any other language, but which means the feeling of missing someone, the longing or yearning.

Gale agrees with him that it really is a nice word, but he prefers the expression: eu sinto sua falta. And John asks what the translation is, and then Gale explains that many translate it to ''I miss you'', but if you translate it literally it means: I feel the lack of you.

I feel the lack of you. Never had a sentence described so much of what John felt. He felt Gale's absence in his soul every day of his life. Even though Gale was still in front of him, still not quite… his Gale. And he felt so alone without his Gale.

But John would still live for Gale, even if he wasn't his Gale, he would accept any space in his life that Gale was willing to give him. He would take what he could have.

[yanderes-galore]

Yooooo hs requests are open!!! Can i request some yan kurloz or porrim hcs?

Kurloz is a very mysterious character :), although a lot of Purplebloods in HOMESTUCK are so- Decided to write because my head has cleared recently so I have motivation that must be used! No quadrant given, I assumed Matesprit.

Yandere! Kurloz Makara Concept ♑️

Pairing: Matesprit ❤️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Mind control/Brainwashing, Possessive behavior, Forced Matespritship.

Kurloz would be an eerie character to be obsessed with you.

He's silent, always silent.

Kurloz never speaks and it can be difficult to read him.

You won't know what he's thinking unless he wants you to know.

Kurloz is a yandere to speak through actions, not words due to his injury.

You most likely feel a chill when around him due to his quiet nature.

Despite being quiet Kurloz does care for his obsession.

In the way he does care for Meulin and Mituna, he cares for you.

Especially if he considers giving Matespritship a try again.

For the most part he'll silently watch you for most of his obsession.

Kurloz is mostly harmless but has secret intentions.

Similar to his Dancestor, Gamzee, he sees you as a "miracle".

For the most part Kurloz speaks to you through signs, or if you chat with him he uses reaction GIFs.

He uses his psychic chucklevoodoos if he wants to get a point across.

He's attentive to what you do and often communicates with Meulin about you.

For the most part, aside from his Ex-Matesprit and Moirail, he keeps to himself about his obsession.

He comes off as some sort of friend to you far as you can tell.

He doesn't care if you're a troll or human, in some way he feels you're important to him as his soon to be Matesprit.

He comes off harmless, he signs to you in a pleasant manner.

He's just so eerie.

Kurloz is a yandere who plots a lot behind the scenes.

He is a master at deception and manipulation.

Mostly due to his powers.

While Kurloz is communicating with you in a friendly manner, smiling and signing like he just wants to be you friend...

He's secretly manipulating things behind the scenes.

With his power he can simply tell others to stay away with threats.

They'll forget ever wanting to talk to you, even if they try then Kurloz will find a way to deal with them.

He's another one of those yanderes that acts akin to quicksand?

It's a slow descent before you realize you're trapped.

Even when you realize what you've gotten yourself into, you can't escape by yourself.

Plus, Kurloz gets rid of all your help.

Kurloz knows what he's doing, no he does not think it's wrong.

Even if you try to get him to stop or even suspect him of sabotaging your life, he'll use his chucklevoodoos on you.

When it comes to Kurloz, he sees his darling and those around them as a puppet.

When Kurloz decides to be involved with you, he'll make all the needed decisions for you.

Soon you may no longer find him creepy.

Kurloz promises you'll get used to the new changes he's made for you.

Friends and family other than him have no purpose in this grand plan his LORD has planned.

Kurloz just knows you're important to it all if you're important to him.

You may not understand it yet but he believes you're part of something grande.

Removing your friends and becoming his new Matesprit is necessary.

It's fated.

You just don't understand it yet.

There's no need to struggle, there's no need to fear...

Kurloz has got you now.

Any sense of unease or fear is quickly negated by him and his power.

He tells he adores you through his psychic abilities.

He holds you in a vice grip, even after he lets go it still feel like he lingers.

Kurloz is someone who controls you, one you can never get rid of.

His feelings of love towards you does nothing to comfort you.

Any positive feeling you feel towards him is most likely forcibly induced by him.

As a yandere, Kurloz acts as your puppet master...

While you act as his precious puppet.

[geralallfandoms]

|JOEL MILLER|

○ Opportunity or misfortune ○

Joel Miller x female reader.

No use of y/n, In the story it is never said how old they are, be happy and choose the age you want. Before and after the apocalypse. Domestic violence, beatings, hospitals, fights, weapons (?, tlou things. (If there are more warnings I will say them in the corresponding chapter)

His strategy? move.

You moved all the time. As many times as necessary.

It was easy to keep the curious away from what was happening between you two. Keep them away from hitting and screaming.

This time you had gone even further. For some reason Lucas had decided on a house this time, a small house not far from the city but in a fairly small town.

The place was beautiful and quiet, the town needed work so you could try to convince Lucas to let you help with the expenses (and spend as much time as possible away from him.) It could have been a new beginning...a new opportunity...a change.

But the things had never changed and would not change.

You had already given Lucas opportunity after opportunity but he always came back to the same thing. He always returned to hitting, shouting and the threats.

And the story was always the same.

Or that's what you thought.

"Im going to the town... I saw signs that they needed employees in a cafeteria, I can work half a day at least so you won't have to go out as much and you can stay here at home longer..."

You knew it was the only way to convince him. Telling him that this way he could spend more time at home and not telling him that you needed your time or your space, your personal life, like you had told him that time and that it had ended too...badly.

"Of course, baby...but I don't want you too far from here, or away from home every day." He said as he took the car keys and probably went out to sleep with some other woman.

"Yep..." you said trying to smile.

He approached, left a kiss on your cheek and without saying anything left the house. You waited for the car to disappear to grab your things and go out to explore the town.

The people seemed friendly, everyone seemed to know each other. A great advantage of living in a small town and a great opportunity for this curse that followed you for years to finally come to an end.

When you entered the cafeteria, you stood behind a tall, robust man. He had a light brown jacket, construction boots, and jeans stained with dirt. Her head full of messy, uncontrollable curls that seemed to ignore his comands no matter how much gel he put on them.

He was looking at the list of options, carefully choosing the coffee he would have on a cold afternoon like this. When he saw that you were waiting behind him, he turned around and with a half smile on his face he stepped aside and let you pass.

"You advance if you want... I haven't decided yet." He said kindly.

"Oh...thank you." You responded without taking your eyes off the man.

When you arrived on the island, you asked him if the job was still available and for how many hours it was... but luckily for you, they were looking for someone who would stay all day, and you knew that was going to be impossible with Lucas. So you simply thanked him and started walking towards the exit.

When you were getting to the door, you heard someone calling you, and to your surprise it was the man who had let you pass in line.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't listen to other people's conversations, but... are you looking for a job?" he said a little shy.

You looked at him for a few seconds thinking about what to answer. You knew that if he asked you that it was because he had a job proposal, but you weren't sure if you wanted to risk working with a stranger... and much less with a man, knowing that if Lucas found out... he wouldn't like it. Not the idea at all.

"I...well...i-cant...i dont..."You said nervously, not knowing what excuse to give other than - I'm sorry, I can't work with a man because my husband is going to kill you if he finds out.-

"I'm sorry, I heard that you were asking about the job but that you could only do half a day and I... well, I have a daughter, she's not a baby but this month I'm going to be complicated with my job and I don't want to leave her alone for too long. .. I know I don't know you but..." He stayed silent when he saw that you didn't answer him... but it wasn't because you didn't want the job... you were actually thinking that if Lucas didn't find out where you were working, it might work.

"What do you think if we have a coffee and we talk about... ..."

"Sarah...and i'm Joel." He said as he shook your hand.

You told him your name as you held his hand.

Joel...It could mean one of two things, either it was going to be your exit door...or your entrance to hell.

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Another update? incredible true? (Don't get excited, I don't know how long it will last.) I just did poorly on two exams and I'm a little depressed... I wanted to distract myself a little.

I hope you liked it!! Obviously there is going to be a second part (maybe more?) Tell me what you think!

Request are open!!

Ly💫

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Souji Monologue

Sorry this is a day late, but I got carsick yesterday in the evening... so I ended up not translating last night just because of how nauseous I felt. The only time that doesn't happen apparently is when I'm in a car after getting off a plane... which makes driving and sitting in a car for more than 20 minutes a real pain in the ass as this happens all the time.

Also, I forgot to mention this, but I've got raws of two of the 15th anniversary short stories that were published in the latest B's Logs. The first is with Heisuke, Harada and Shinpachi, while the second is with Sannan, Sakamoto and Yamazaki…. if anyone's interested in translating them, dm me, though know that I only provide raws for this type of content on a a first come, first serve basis.

Anyway, I ended up choosing one of the old monologues to translate this week cause I'm pretty busy right now... next week I plan on translating a Halloween SSL story, though I don't know where it came from.

薄桜鬼～回奏録～ Hakuoki Monologue - Souji

Translation by KumoriYami

Come sit here for a while, come here, sit next to me. I like loving like the sky like this. Just like that, I keep chasing the fleeting clouds with my eyes. The sound of the wind rustling the leaves, the smell of greenery. The cool sounds of the bubbling stream. Feeling all of these feels somewhat natural for me. What's with that expression, do you want me to say that it's surprising, that's a bit rude, isn't it.

Hahaha, just kidding, you always react so honestly, so I can't help but want to tease you. What were we talking about, ah yes, the sky, when I look at the sky, I feel that everything won't stay the way it is. Under such a sky, no matter how much I struggle, everything will disappear like the clouds.

In the past, my job was to kill people, and if necessary, it didn't matter if I died. All I wanted to do was do something for Kondou-san, but that was it. But now that my body has become like this, all of my hopes have vanished. I didn't want to admit it, but I wanted a new strength. You know why. In the end, the shadow of this deadly disease still hasn't been removed from my body. Look, it's really something that can't be helped.

Ah, you have that expression again, but there's nothing I can do about it, right? Humans will inevitably die someday, the only difference is if the dying will happen sooner or later. The people I killed probably wanted to live longer. It'd be too convenient if I, who had taken the lives of others, could escape from the shadow of death.

That's why it's fine. I know that's the way it is. Why am I talking to you about this? It's because I want to tell you about what I like/one of my favourite things.

Perhaps from today onwards, when you look up at the sky again, you'll think of me and remember what I said.

So long as you're still living under this sky, you will never forget me. In a sense, this can be considered a cruel gift that I am giving you.

Hahaha, is that what you hope for? Thank you for saying that. But, it's not like I'm going to suddenly die today, so there's still time.

During this time, I'll tell you many stories so you won't forget me.... while we look up at the sky like this.

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I'm pretty sure HIjikata's and Heisuke's monologue for these particularly dramas haven't been translated yet...

[innerpalaces]

The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 11

Chapter 11: The Deceived Mother-in-Law 11

While Qi Zhengming was angry, he felt a little guilty in his heart. "Huixin, look around the city, whose wife is as free as you are?" Qi Zhengming said with a sharp expression, "Don't push your luck too much."

Liu Yuniang raised her eyebrows: "I think I did a pretty good job. Even if I beat you, I showed mercy." Qi Zhengming choked. He was so injured, how was this merciful? "As I said before, if you can bear it, bear it. If you can't, we can part ways." Liu Yuniang looked casual, as if this was not the big deal of divorce, but just the weather. Qi Zhengming stared at her: "Huixin, are you really not afraid? " Liu Yuniang waved her hand and said in a meaningful tone: "You should be the one who's afraid. The Qi family itself is not very wealthy, and things were tight after supporting multiple scholars. After Liu Huixin entered the family, she relied on her own means and the support of her natal family to open more and more shops and do better and better business. The Qi family was able to be so well-off all thanks to her dowry. Qi Zhengming claimed to be a scholar indifferent to money, and Liu Huixin herself was not willing to hand over the businesses, so after all these years, the Qi family itself was still the same as before. To put it bluntly, the Qi family without Liu Huixin can no longer be so lavish. Although Qi Zhengming didn't pay much attention to his family's expenses, he subconsciously understood that the family could not do without his wife. Of course, before today, he had never thought of divorcing his wife, and never imagined that his wife would want to leave. At this moment, his face flushed, and he did not dare to say harsh words. He opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally left in a huff. The couple parted ways unhappily, but Liu Yuniang was not affected at all and went to visit Qi Cai Miao. Qi Cai Miao was now living in her natal home, with a skilled doctor prescribing medicine, servants taking care of everything, and her two children accompanying her. Once she was in a good mood, her condition improved quickly. When she had first come back, she was like a fragile porcelain doll, but two days later she could already get out of bed and walk around. Seeing her mother returning, she smiled and said, "Mom, I asked someone to make some chicken soup. You can have some later." Liu Yuniang agreed casually, thinking it necessary to tell her about the couple's current relationship. Rather than hearing it from others and being frightened, it would be better for her to say it herself. "Sit down, I have something to tell you." Seeing her mother's serious expression, Qi Cai Miao subconsciously suppressed the smile on her face, and sat on the couch uneasily: "Is it about the Xu family?"

"No." Liu Yuniang shook her head. Holding her hand, she explained: "It's about me and your father. I just went to find Cheng Rumeng and took her to see her matchmaking partner in person. She was very resistant, and your father also tried to stop her again and again... The relationship between the two of them...it's not simple."  Qi Cai Miao opened her mouth slightly, full of surprise. Not sure if she had misunderstood, she tentatively asked: "Is this true?" "Yes." Liu Yuniang looked at her seriously: "If this is really the case, I won't stay in the Qi family anymore." Qi Cai Miao swallowed: "Mom, do you want to divorce?" Liu Yuniang looked at her pale face: "Cai Miao, a person's life is not long, just a few decades. The most important thing is to make yourself comfortable. I don't want to wrong myself to please others." Qi Cai Miao was thoughtful. In the evening, the mother and daughter were having dinner when Qi Hechen came in from outside and asked someone to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks after he sat down. During this time, he helped mother and daughter pick up dishes and added soup to their bowls several times, showing great courtesy. After dinner, the maid took away the bowls and chopsticks. Qi Hechen lifted a teacup and peeked at Liu Yuniang's expression. She had long seen that he had something to discuss, but didn't bother to ask. Even if she didn't ask, Qi Hechen couldn't help but say, "Mom, I heard from dad that you deliberately scalded him with boiling water?" "He deserved it." Liu Yuniang said unceremoniously. "If you think I did something wrong and want to lecture me, then you'd be better off not speaking." Qi Hechen was silent for a moment: "Mom, if you don't want anyone to say anything, why did you do it?" He looked helpless: "Dad is a man, so he gave in to you. Otherwise, if you two really fight, you will definitely suffer." "That's not necessarily the case." Liu Yuniang said with a mocking look on her face, "Your father has a guilty conscience and doesn't dare to fight back." She looked Qi Hechen up and down. "Speaking of which, do you know what your father is doing outside?" Qi Hechen was frightened by her gaze. He didn't dare to look at her, and his eyes were averted. "What do you mean?" Liu Yuniang asked directly: "There is obviously something strange going on with your father and Cheng Rumeng. Do you know anything?" "I don't." Qi Hechen answered quickly, but after he said it, he realized that he was too excited and was immediately guilty. He felt that he had been seen through by his mother, so he forced a smile. "Mom, dad just saw that godmother was alone, so he took extra care of her. How could you have such an idea?" "I'm not blind." Liu Yuniang sneered, "Your father couldn't take his eyes off her. I found a good marriage for your godmother, but he repeatedly blocked it. Who would believe him if he said he had nothing to hide?" Qi Hechen hurriedly said: "Mom, this involves dad and godmother, they are not outsiders. You can't talk nonsense about such things." "I only believe what I see with my own eyes." Liu Yuniang looked at him, her eyes mocking. "I'm your mother, you don't believe what I say and instead repeatedly help them to shirk responsibility. You must have known that they were secretly communicating with each other. Are you trying to fool me on purpose?"

"No!" Qi Hechen sighed. "Mom, you hit dad because you misunderstood him. Don't be so impulsive in the future. What if you really hurt someone, and later find out that dad didn't do those things. Won't you regret it? " Qi Zhengming, that dog man, deserves to be beaten to death. How can she regret it? Liu Yuniang lowered her eyes: "None of the words you said are what I want to hear. You don't need to worry about the things between me and your father. Your own affairs are still a mess. Hurry up and appease the Zhao family, and don't let your mother-in-law come to trouble me again." Qi Hechen had come to see her, firstly because he heard that his mother had splashed his father with hot water and he wanted to persuade his mother to stop acting out. Secondly, he also wanted his mother to go to Liu family and try to get Liu Chanchan to marry someone else. Even if it can't be done, convince Liu Chanchan not rush to enter the house and discuss things slowly.

It was true that the Zhao family was pushing too hard and seemed to be incompatible with the Liu family. After all, he was the one who had wronged Zhao Zhenyan. He would have to take the provincial examination next year. If things really got out of hand, it would not be good for him. "Mom, please help me persuade Chanchan." Qi Hechen wiped his face and said, "I really wronged her. I'm willing to pay a hundred taels of silver to help her add to her trousseau." Liu Yuniang raised her eyebrows: "One hundred taels?" She stretched out her hand and said, "Show me the hundred taels first." Qi Hechen: "..." Liu Yuniang sneered: "Do you know how hard it is for me to earn a hundred taels? You just ask for a hundred taels. Do you think that silver grows on trees?"

Qi Hechen was silent for a moment, before: "It's not like our family can't afford it."

"Then pay it yourself!" Liu Yuniang said unceremoniously: "You usually look down on my business dealings and turn your nose up at the smell of money, but now you want me to use silver to solve your troubles. You and your father are the same kind of people. It's annoying to see you. Get out of here!" After saying this, she threw the teacup in her hand. The two were too close, and Qi Hechen couldn't avoid it at all. Tea splashed all over his face, and a lot of it was stained on his clothes, which made him look particularly pathetic. He brushed the tea leaves off his chest with his hand and said angrily: "Mom, why are you so unreasonable?" Liu Yuniang even threw the teapot this time. "Your godmother is gentle, kind, and considerate. Go and find that mother! Get out of here!" Qi Hechen was once again doused with tea all over his head and face, and he quickly jumped up to avoid it. In addition to being angry, he also felt guilty. His mother had always been docile towards them, but now she was so impatient that she had just poured tea on his father, and now she even splashed it on him. Moreover her tone was so firm...

Could it be that she really knew about those things? "Mom, don't talk nonsense." Qi Hechen took a few steps back, secretly paying attention to his mother's expression: "Godmother has helped us a lot over the years. If it weren't for her, I would have died long ago. What you said is clearly ungrateful and repaying kindness with enmity..." Qi Cai Miao, who was beside him, was furious. "Brother, what are you talking about? " She emphasized: "This is our mother, how can you scold her like this?" As she spoke, she pushed the person out. She was afraid that he would say something unpleasant again and hurt her mother's heart. Only the mother and daughter were left in the room. Qi Cai Miao's eyes were red and she consoled her: "Mom, brother is just confused. He didn't mean to say those words. " If the person here was the real Liu Huixin, she would probably be sad. But now that Liu Yuniang is here, she only feels disgust for the Qi family father and son, and their words and actions cannot affect her at all. Qi Zhengming soon learned what happened in his daughter's courtyard. His wife was still angry, and his daughter-in-law stayed at her parents' home. Seeing that the family seemed to be falling apart, he had to urge his son privately to bring Zhao Zhenyan back at all costs. Qi Hechen was quite good at coaxing people, which was why he'd been able to make the two girls so loyal to him. He went to the Zhao family and picked up Zhao Zhenyan the same day. They had a lot of trouble before, but he was the only one who knew how many promises he had made in the process of bringing her back smoothly. No matter what happened at home, in the eyes of outsiders, the Qi family had returned to normal. Qi Zhengming was about to go to Cheng Rumeng to discuss a solution to the situation, but found that she had already visited Master Zhang several times. After the first invitation, the two of them got closer and closer, looking like an unmarried couple. "Rumeng, are you really planning to get married?" When Qi Zhengming asked this question, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. Cheng Rumeng felt guilty: "Master Zhang is too enthusiastic, I can't refuse his invitations." She lowered her head and said in a low voice: "I am a widow, so it is normal to get re-married... right?" Qi Zhengming was furious and reminded: "Rumeng, you are not really a widow!" In the past few days, while Cheng Rumeng was meeting with Master Zhang, she was also thinking about what to say when facing Qi Zhengming. After a moment of panic, she spoke rationally. "Zhengming, you can't divorce your wife. If I continue to stay here like this, I will always have to live in the shadows and worry all my life." She tugged at the hem of her clothes: "Besides, I feel that Huixin has begun to doubt both of us. It will definitely not be as convenient as before for us to interact in the future. If she really catches us, what should I do then?" Qi Zhengming was furious. "These are things that haven't happened yet!" "Just think of it as me worrying too much." Cheng Rumeng raised her head. "I'm tired of sneaking around and want to get married. Can you marry me?" Qi Zhengming choked.

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[zinismakingthings]

Some pathing updates for retrieval of the deceased.

Original instructions from u/MeetmeforDnD on Reddit

(this post includes information for retrieval past reasonable allowance. Under no circumstance should you attempt this. Extra tips at the end, and may you get what you are owed.)

Bringing someone back is not an easy ordeal, but following these tips can make the journey a little easier :)

Bring a backpack. This isn't mentioned directly in the original instructions, but it makes it so much easier.

Hiking boots are still recommended, but they should be worn with waders, a comfortable shirt, breathable, and a strong antiperspirant. You do not want their water. You do not want them to smell you.

For the boots: get long laces, and tuck them into the boots

Some additional items to bring: leather wrapped metal handcuffs, medical shears, a headlamp (battery powered). weaker flashlight can burn longer by disturbing less. A thumb ring with a saw edge on it. A glass tube for the rose.

Some skills to learn ahead of time, if you can: how to safely put on a handcuff, you'll need bloodflow. Replacing batteries in the dark can save you if you know how to do it. Same with pulling out and turning on a headlamp, just be sure to do it with your eyes closed, to let everything that you shouldn't see move out of the way. They broke your flashlight for a reason. If you're of a green thumb, I've found the white rose is much more helpful if you grew it yourself. Practice breathing, it can stave off fear. Prepare a lot of stories in your mind, or bring a storybook if you're short on time.

Playing little mind games with yourself can help you not to think about what's best left alone, and to focus on your journey. Learn or make some, if you do nothing else.

Carbo load. It helps so much more than the hunger would have you believe.

Forests are hard to come by these days, especially as dense as is necessary, but if you're doing it in late spring it is absolutely necessary, and having the forest on your side can make or break your journey. I'm sorry.

You should accept the old woman's gift of food or water only if it seems she's getting upset, but under no circumstances eat any of it.

Tie the item the old woman gives you to your hand. You can't always trust your backpack, helpful as it is.

Leave the flashlight on when you sleep. Please. I don't know why this isn't mentioned in the original instructions.

Put the rose in a glass tube, big enough for it to sit in comfortably. To damage a gift from the old woman is dangerous.

Hum a song of someone alive, but not your own. The point is to keep yourself sane, not cause a scene.

Before you meet them put their special item in your pocket. This is a risky move but can help greatly, especially if the coat was also once theirs.

You can talk about anything, but it helps if you tell them a story about what happened the other day. Bonus points if it's a story they would remember. A+ if it's a story they've heard a thousand times.

When you tell them their nay, tell them to reach into their coat pocket. It will be harder not to cry when you watch them puzzle with it, but stay steady.

If you can convince them to let you handcuff yourself to them, the extra security can make you feel safer, if nothing else.

If you start tripping on your laces, you're in trouble. Tie them more securely, or use the shears if you have to. Make sure to put the extra pieces in your backpack, leave nothing behind.

If you have enough stories prepared you won't have to revert to the humming, even when you feel the eyes on you

It helps to relax. Fear is an effective motivator, but not as effective as training and determination. If you've followed these tips you are ready

If you aim to retrieve someone past their time, you aim to defy an insult the very laws this world was built on. You are dooming yourself, them, and likely others, more than you can possibly imagine.

Do not go in spring. Spring is for those who are meant to be alive.

Dress like before, but pack light, you'll need the speed. I'd recommend bringing a bright flashlight and about 4 refills on battery and bulbs. Swap out the warm coat for a black rain jacket and the hiking boots for running sneakers. Bring a sturdier rope, leave the shears

Leave food as before, but do it hungry. The closer you are to death, the easier you can sneak in. You have a lot more time to prepare, so I'd recommend building up your fat reserves.

Leave at first dusk of November, the day of the dead.

Go to the largest graveyard you can find with someone buried that new both you and who you are taking. Know that you are dooming them too.

Leave the food outside of the gates and pray no one takes it.

Wander through the graveyard until you meet the soul you're looking for. You should be quite hungry. Do not show it.

Convince them you've recently died. Tell them you're looking to reconnect with the one you lost. Do not let them touch you. Pray they don't ask to see your grave.

When you meet them, they will look more alive than you remember them. You are taking this from them. Keep your mind off the hunger, and off what they're about to do.

When dawn is about to break, go on a walk with them. They will want to leave, it is their time. Do not give them a choice.

Do not touch them directly, else they will take you instead. use the handcuffs if you can.

Make sure you're both on the other side of the gate when dawn breaks. They will not want to eat the food there. They will not want to breathe. Do not give them a choice.

Run, and don't stop running. You've made an enemy of both the spring and the fall, and they'll be after the both of you forever.

Nowhere will be safe, but your best bet is a dense city with little environmental regulations. Keep a low profile. Come to terms with what you've done.