#it’s not fully fleshed out yet tbh

[mur-art]

More of the first point. It makes them realize some things…

I made this because of two headcanons i have, i don't make memes but i feel i did it right

[r-aindr0p]

Design idea I scavenged from a sketchbook to flesh out the design + add a story to it !

He became a cardinal so far (after ~ 140 years of patience bribing and showcasing his spiked flails) and wants to become the pope for nefarious reasons and because he's bored. Talks to his weapons and has no idea he's probably not human. (Never questioned its own identity)

[bunny-j3st3r]

making a DnD campaign and wondering how long it will take the players to notice there in tadc

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Could I request part two of "A Well Deserved Grudge" for the remaining OB guys?

Thank you for all you hard work Moss!

A Well Deserved Grudge Pt.2

You hate them after their overblot. Part one.

Characters: Leona, Azul, Idia, Grim

Content Info: Gn! Yuu. Yuu is fucking mean in this. A lot of angst. Azul and Idia self deprecated a lot. Mostly Yuu breaking down and snapping tbh. Grim Hate

Leona

“Wow look at who it is. The king himself. Tell me, what did I do to deserve the honor of being in his majesty's presence?”

Yuu locked eyes with Leona in the hospital mirror, no doubt out of bed against doctors orders. Their damaged face matched their voice that dripped the venom of sarcasm. They were smug, overwhelmingly smug with a slight smirk to match their upturned brows.

“Well…? I'm waiting.” There's no fear in their demeanor at all. There never has been. Even when there should be. Yuu was brave, he'll give them that. They had a right to be angry.

Leona closed his eyes, taking a breath, then opened them again. “I came here to apologize.” He kept it brief. The hatred in their eyes told him that them didn't want him here more than necessary. Not like he'd blame Yuu.

“Oh? But what for your Majesty?” By now Yuu turned around, and Leona could truly see the extent of the damage done to them. Cracks permeated their face, reaching from their cheek to across their nose along with the corners of their eyes. The small smirk on their dry lips twitched for a second and he could see a few more cracks on them that bled. It was like a porcelain doll knocked off its stand

“I mean…” They took a step forward, as if to circle him, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The thin hospital gown swayed with them as they continued. Odd squelches and snaps sounded with each step from damaged feet that shouldn't be stood on.

“You sure showed them, huh? Everyone will know how tough you are now when they hear the tale of how you… valiantly fought and won against a magicless human that dared to threaten your throne…” They continued to circle him for a bit before pausing.

Their smug expression dropped to a cruel glare, turning to fully face him. More pops and snaps sounded from them. Parts of their arms look warped, as if their flesh was made of plastic. Yet the cracks along their arms were nowhere near as clean as the ones on their face, crowded together in craters and showing raw flesh in between them.

There was no way to respond to this in a way that would smooth things over. There was no way to smooth things over. He debates between holding his tongue or speaking, brilliant mind now failing him. He knows for sure that Yuu deserves to curse him out and that they probably need it for their mental health.

“I am here to ensure that you're fully cared for. I arranged for some of the top doctors to visit you and ensure your recovery outside of the hospital as well.” There is no fully recovering from this. They both know it.

Yuu's expression becomes more neutral, then they seem almost impressed. “Wow. How utterly magnanimous of you, your majesty. Why I'm practically kneeling at your feet and singing your praises… At least I would but uh, ah I can't seem to fully bend my knees, hmmm?” Their leering only seemed to get more and more intense.

“Thank you for your kindness, your majesty. I finally learned my place now. I will never forget our first meeting where you threatened to take a tooth from me after a most egregious offense I committed to you. How awful of me to not be able to see everything at once while adjusting to a new environment. I apologize for my shortsightedness. This was a most appropriate response…” Their hospital gown stretched out with their arms, showing off their injuries

A mock pout they wore turned sour. They bitterly looked to the side, theatrics starting to fail. “Well, you did indeed take a few…” Yuu pulled the corner of their mouth, causing more cracks to form along the corners. He could see the raw, irritated gums that once held their molars.

“I'm glad you got what you wanted. Do you feel powerful now? Clap for yourself, I mean really, you do deserve it, I'll also give a round of applause as well…” Their damaged hand made a few slow, sarcastic slaps together that sounded like sandpaper.

“I do wonder… What would the news look like if they heard about this? ‘Beloved Prince Protects NRC From Human!’ or ‘NRC Now Safe From Magicless Maniac!’”

Their eyes searched his, staring deep into his soul. He couldn't tell what they found within them, but it was clear they saw something. “Oh relax, I won't tell. I don't have autonomy here remember? I don't exist, so why would they listen? Not that anyone would have believed me anyways...” The Prefect looked to the side, trailing off.

“...Okay I'm done with this, just get the hell out of here. You won, okay? I'm a weak little herbivore. I don't want to see you ever again. Just leave me alone.” They were disgusted as they backed away from him, watching him the whole time. Leona saw how Yuu carefully shifted their weight, trying not to wince from the pain felt by moving.

He didn't say anything. Yuu didn't want him to speak. They sat down on the bed and stared at him until he turned to leave. It was when he closed the door he heard sobs.

Azul

He was shaking. Shaking as he stood in front of the door of the doctor's office. No matter how much he tried to steel his mind, he couldn't relax. He felt sick. His hand quivered. He didn't have the strength to open the door.

He had to eventually…

A deep breath, and he pushed it open, holding back the urge to throw up from anxiety. From the hospital bed, he didn't fail to notice how Yuu’s expression dropped the second he opened the door.

“Oh. It's you.” The Prefect tried to sit up, just to let out a gag and choke for a second, laying back down. How many ribs did he break when he grabbed them? How much did it hurt?

“Great to see you again.” They snarked, wrinkling their nose in repulsion before relaxing their face again. “So? What's up? Here to visit a friend?”

Azul was silent, watching as Yuu stared straight up at the motivational posters on the ceiling as they wheezed with every breath, not wanting to look at him. They were clearly expecting a response. Now where was it?

“I- erm. Prefect– I mean Yuu—”

“Prefect is perfect.” Yuu spat.

“Ah yes… Prefect…” Azul found his footing. “I am…” He had a script for this. He had a script for this…

“I'm sorry–” he tried not to cry. He tried not to be that stupid crybaby, but he was. He's just a pathetic, stupid, ugly crybaby no matter how hard he pretends not to be. Stupid stupid fat fat stupid.

“Oh my god I don't want to hear your pathetic blubbering. If you're gonna do that, get the hell out of here. I don't want to deal with this shit.” Yuu was exasperated, damn near shaking.

“Choking on sobs while I'm choking just to breathe, are you fucking serious?” He was snotty trying hard to fight against the tears, they were right, they were right—

“Let's ‘make a deal’: take whatever you want, just get the hell out of my life, Azul. Don't talk to me, don't even look at me. Take Ramshackle, I don't care, not like I can go up the stairs to my room now anyways. You don’t even need to handle any medical shit I have. You won.” Yuu was crying now too, shaking in their bed.

“Got it? Just fucking go. And be sure to share my sentiments with Jade and Floyd as well. Spell it out for them: I hate them. I hate all of you. You're all so pathetic, you're not even worthy of being considered shit on this earth. I don't want you here.”

That was all Azul needed to leave. They hate him. You hate him. He feels sick. Filthy. He deserves it. He deserves it. He's just a pathetic little octobaby. It's all he will be.

Idia

Idia was beyond anxious. He was petrified to leave his room and see what he had done. Idia knew he couldn't hide forever. He had to confront Yuu and own up to everything he did eventually. He doesn't want to do this. Why can't he just hide away.

Just breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale… Exhale…

Phew… here he goes—

The second he stepped up to that door he could hear it. Faint sobbing. Idia’s feet were cold once again as he stood there.

Should he wait? Should he just go in?

C'mon c'mon c'mon— What does he do here?!

… He can't do this. He can't. He's just going back to his room and will send a bunch of stuff their way with a lengthy, well-thought out written apology…

It won't work. He knows it won't.

Dammit! His parents and Ortho won't let him avoid this forever…

Another breath. He opens the door. He feels he's going to vomit.

Yuu jumps a bit startled. They blink as if to see if this is real, then stare at him with contempt. “... What do you want?” Their leer has Idia damn near shaking. It was even more unnerving with the darkened veins across their face.

“I- I erm– I came to um… ahem. O-Our doctors at STYX will continue to work with you and monitor your condition. We… We're sure with just a few tests we can get you back in p-perfect condition.” His eyes scanned the various burns and deep cuts along their body, most of which were covered in bandages.

“... Are you serious?” Yuu’ voice dropped dangerously low.

“U-um… Yes?”

“No, I mean are you fucking serious?” Yuu snarls at Idia, teeth gritted and eyes wide. “You seriously think I want to be around you sons of bitches any longer after everything that happened?! After you destroyed my dorm?! Took my friends?! Af… After you did this to me?!”

Yuu breathes heavily in and out. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?!”

“E-eep!” Idia yelped, trying to make himself seem small. He wants to go to his room he wants to go— They're crying now, they're crying!!!–

"Unless it's a way home I'm not interested! I thought…” a sniffle, followed by a bitter laugh, “I thought the ‘whole ending up in a different world’ thing was supposed to be fun! Was supposed to be cool! I was… I was supposed to go out and explore and make friends and learn all kinds of magical things about how this whole world works and all that it has been for me is hell!”

They're sobbing into their hands. “I'm no one! I have to do all of this on my own and I have no identity, no nothing! I always have to fix everyone else's messes! I have to learn everything with no help! I'm always left behind, I don't have anyone, I can't… I can't do this anymore…”

They look at Idia, puffy eyes filled with so much anger. “Why couldn't you have just kill me? Why? It would have been the one good thing you've ever done. Now I have to continue living like this! Doing this stupid job! Having to check on everyone— and no doubt when I'm able to walk again Crowley is going to make me check on you!”

Idia was whimpering, backing towards the door he came in from. He knew this was a bad idea. He should have just stayed in his room…

“I hate you! I hate everyone! Nobody here cares about me, no one here ever checks on me, I have to babysit all the time, I never get to rest! I can't rely on anyone– and I have no one.” Idia was shaking, and just like a shark to a drop of blood, Yuu smelt his fear was was going in for the kill.

They're leaning in as far as they can, holding the side of the hospital bed. “What are you cowering over? What, do I scare you that bad? Shouldn't I be the one afraid of you?!”

Yuu is now glaring, the fire inside them turning icy. “You are so pathetic, Idia. I hate you. Hate. You. Just go.”

He was relieved to finally get out of there. Now he can shut himself away and take care of anything he has to from a distance, behind a screen. Away from everyone.

Grim

Something was off.

Yuu wasn't themselves. They haven't been themselves since the whole STYX situation. The second they made it back to campus they didn't seem to be as tearful or relieved as everyone was. They were stiff in the group embrace. It was exhaustion. It had to be. The adrenaline had worn off and they could finally relax.

It didn't explain how Yuu continued to be so distant for the next week. They would always round him up and force him to at least try to study so he could be a great mage, how Yuu would get on his case about every single little thing. His chores, the food budget, their jobs.

It was bliss. Yuu was less strict and he could finally do whatever he wanted. No more holding him back, no more lectures, he was free. Surely the prefect as his henchman learned their place. But then it started to worry him.

Yuu didn't pay attention to him. They no longer helped him with anything. They didn't respond to any of his usual quips. They left whenever he started to instigate something. Yuu just… didn't back him up anymore.

Ace and Deuce noticed it too but when they asked Yuu about it, Yuu just shrugged it off. Seriously, what gives?! He shouldn't be treated like this!

It all came out in homeroom. As one student, he and his henchman were partners per usual. Yuu was careful. They handled everything with precision and care per usual— Proper safety precautions, careful measurements (their arm seemed to shake a bit more, that hasn't happened in the past), perfect stirs.

And, per usual, Grim barely did anything. Aside from messing everything up.

Crash!

Everyone stared at the broken vial on the floor, with Grim right above it. There was tension as Crewel turned to see the damage, looking to see who to punish before his head turned to Grim. “I-It was Yuu! They did it!!” He pointed his stubby paws at them not noticing how their eye seemed to twitch when he did so.

“Don't lie Grim, Yuu didn't do it, you're just blaming them.” a random student came to their defense, leaving Grim high and dry.

“I see. Well then. Grim will have detention after class, and as his caretaker, you will have to join him, Yuu. You need to learn to keep your partner on a tighter leash.”

Yuu seemed to deflate just a bit. “... Understood.” Then they turned away from him as usual. Not even a lecture.

“Geez Yuu, why didn't you pay attention to me? It wouldn't have fallen over if you'd have done your job.”

It looked like Crewel was about to step in to lecture him. But Yuu’s voice cut in front of his, voice cold. “Because I expected you to be able to do basic tasks without coddling after all this time… Besides, you aren't worth it.”

“Wh- What do you mean Yuu?”

“I hate you.” You could hear a pin drop in that room from how loud the silence was. Grim just stared. “Hah?” He then glared at them. “Don't joke like that its not that serious.”

Yuu just shrugged. “Hey! At least answer me!!”

“I meant it, Grim.”

“This isn't funny Yuu.”

“I am not joking.”The Prefect crossed their arms and stared down at him, gaze cold.

“Recently I had an epiphany, a realization more like.” Yuu was speaking in a clinical tone. In this moment they were a researcher sharing their findings in a factual manner.

“I can't remember a clear moment where you have done anything meaningful for me since we first met a year ago. It has just been cleaning up your messes and catering to your selfish whims one after the other. I think what finally made me realize, was this.”

Yuu pulled down the sleeve to their uniform to show off the deep cuts Grim left in them after his freakout. They were jagged and deep and would no doubt leave an ugly scar. Whispers broke out from the crowd, murmurs about the dire beast circulated.

“I struggle to close my hand quite often now,” To demonstrate, they tried to flex their hand. Their fingers didn't extend all the way. Their face contorted into pain as they winced, hand shaking Grim swallowed, guilt washing over him as he tried to look smaller. “It's not like I can get occupational therapy so easily here, so I have to live with this for now.”

They now leaned down to him. Grim's widened and Yuus face seemed to grow more and more snarky, more cruel. “None of this would have happened if you just listened. How many times have I warned you not to consume those waste gems?” Yuu then leaned away, hand under their chin as they continue.

“Anyways, I then thought some more about all the effort I put in just for it not to be reciprocated. This relationship we have is quite one sided. It's more like 90:10 on a good day… and since then, I started to hate you, and everything about you…”

“I am a brilliant mind, you realize that? It's just an objective fact. I can't believe it took me this long to realize just how pathetic you are. After all, I have picked up an otherworldly language and culture and became near the top of my classes with the effort I have put in. I have a better understanding of magic as a magicless student than you.”

The crowd just watched as Yuu paced a bit, sorting out all of their thoughts for all to see. It was different seeing them like this, bit the students seemed to eat it up, taking their side.

“You don't contribute anything to those around you. You don't even contribute anything meaningful to a basic conversation aside from complaining about how tired and hungry you are. You cannot even sit down and review simplified notes I made specially for you.” Grim was shrinking with each word spoken, it felt as though he was being stabbed a thousand times over. It was a betrayal that he should have expected of he had any self awareness.

“You're selfish. You always take from others and don't have any endearing traits to make up for it. I have gone days without meals because you couldn't fathom that I need to eat too. You fail to recognize others as people and use them as scapegoats. The only reason you're passing your classes is because I get straight As... Thank you for turning them into Cs by the way.”

They didn’t seem to care how he felt. They didn't feel bad. How could they? “Surely by now you should be able to take care of yourself, oh great mage? You always told me how overbearing I was. Thankfully, I have good news.” He had a feeling it wouldn't be good news…

“Crowley finally got around to making our grades separate from now on, so you can't rely on me anymore. Which is why I have been collecting and saving all of my graded assignments.” Oh no. That was bad news. It was good for Yuu, yes, but now he's screwed. I mean he doesn't deserve this right? It's not his fault this school is so hard! How is he supposed to pass now?!

“You're welcome. You got what you wanted. You're your own mage from now on. No need for a lowly human to drag you down.” This lowly human was the only reason he got this far.

"I'm sure I could find other students in my classes that will help me with any magic barriers— you are barely able to do it anyways. It doesn't matter if you get held back to me anymore, I can graduate without you. I no longer have to rely on you to exist here, so I can finally say it: I hate you.”

The class seemed shocked, asking each other if Grim really was that awful. Grim was blubbering, panicking. A firm smack of a ruler hitting the inside of a hand interrupted it all. “That's enough, Yuu! Bad dog!” Crewel tapped the ruler in his palm again.

“My apologies professor, I am done. I do hope my potion is up to your standards, seems like Grim hasn't started on his.” They set a delicate bottle on his desk, awaiting review.

He was panicked now. Wait. Fuck. He hasn't been helping. It was Yuus potion! The direbeast merely looked over to Yuu who cleaned up their workstation, not even sparing a glance to him until the very end. They looked over once more at Grim through their goggles.

“I do hope you remember your detention. In any case I am done here, I am going to go help other groups professor.” Just like that, they left him, Grim could only watch as the group they joined adopted them instantly, asking them if they were alright and offering their magic if they needed it. It was no suprise most student liked them. They were always kind. The only looks he got back were from other students that seemed to judge him.

[cowboybeepboop]

Hii I love literally everything you write 🫶🏼🫶🏼 and I have been thinking about biting Scott’s arms a little HEHFLH?? His arms are just HUGE and I want to nibble a little bit 😞 and I feel liked he’d be into that tbh

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut, all smut

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: biting (mutually), unprotected sex, p in v sex. 

a/n: Omg finally someone gets it, he would so be into being bitten during sex. Like he would think it’s so hot the way you’re so desperate to leave a mark on him 😞 Also thank you for the compliment!

You wake up tightly wrapped in Scott's arms, he has one firm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. Feeling his warm breath against your ear as he presses his nose into your neck, lips brushing your skin. 

With a yawn, you reach over, adjusting the alarm clock to see it reads 7:15 am. Scott tightens his grip on you as you shift, still asleep he pulls you closer into his chest and sighs. He nuzzles his nose into your neck subconsciously, seeking more of the feeling of you pressed against him. He lets out a low sigh, his breath light and warm against your skin.

A soft smile finds itself on your lips, as you shift backwards. You press into him, enjoying the way he clings to you even in his sleep. “Scott..” you whisper his name quietly. 

Scott's body responds to the sound of your voice, his arms tightening slightly around you in a gentle squeeze. He mumbles an unintelligible word in his sleep, clearly not ready to wake up yet. His breath is steady on your skin, and he nuzzles his face further into your neck.

You giggle softly, as his leg wraps around yours as he presses himself impossibly closer to you. “Baby,” your hand runs up his arm. 

Scott's body reacts to your touch as he lets out a low, content hum in his sleep. He tightens his legs around yours, holding you tight. He mutters your name softly under his breath, the sound warm and gentle. His hands remain wrapped around you, holding you firmly in his embrace. It's clear that he doesn't want to let you go.

An idea pops into your head of how to wake him up. You grind your ass against him, feeling the way his body immediately reacts to you. 

Scott lets out a soft moan in response, his hands tighten on your hips as you grind against him. His body heats up against you, the realization of what you're doing causing his heart rate to increase. 

He tries to say something but it only comes out as a murmur, his mind still clouded with the fog of sleep. You grip his arms as you continue to move against him, a soft moan escaping your lips at the friction and his growing erection. 

Scott's body responds forcefully, his fingers digging into your hips as you continue to grind against him. He lets out a low growl, his body heating up even more. His eyes flutter open slowly, his gaze heavy with desire. "Mmm... Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He mutter, his voice deep and gravelly.

Scott's body responds to your grinding with increased heat, his arms instinctively holding you tighter against him. He lets out a low moan as his hands slip underneath your shirt, his touch hot against your skin. His lips find the nape of your neck, and he presses soft kisses there, his breath coming in short gasps.

“Scott,” you murmur his name as you keep moving against him, “I want you..” you guide his hands to your breasts as his hips begin to press into yours. 

Scott's hands immediately move to your breasts, his fingers skimming over your sensitive skin. His hips push against you more urgently, his body responding to your words and touch. He lets out a low groan against your neck.

"You're so needy, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice gruff with desire. His fingers dig into your flesh, holding you tight against him.

Feeling the urgency of your desire, Scott starts to grind his hips against your ass, matching the rhythm of your movements. His cock, now fully erect, presses firmly against your backside, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every thrust. Each moan you release is like music to his ears, and he greedily drinks them in, his own breathing becoming more ragged. 

His hands move from your breasts to grip your hips, guiding your movements as he rocks into you with increasing passion. His eyes are half-lidded with lust, and his grip on you tightens as the heat between you builds. "Fuck, baby," he whispers, his voice thick with sleep and need. "You're so fucking hot." 

His hips continue to move in a slow, sensual grind, his body telling you without words just how much he wants you. You can feel the pulse of his desire, and it sends your own need spiraling out of control.

With a sudden jolt of energy, Scott rolls you over onto your stomach, his hands expertly sliding down to your hips. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to expose your bare skin. 

He kisses a fiery trail along your spine, his breath hot and tickling as it sends shivers down your body. His erection nudges against your thigh, insistent and demanding. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that makes your core clench with anticipation. 

You comply eagerly, feeling the wetness between your thighs as you open yourself up to him. He runs his hand along the curve of your ass, his fingers teasing and exploring before he positions himself behind you. His cock, now free from the confines of his boxers, slides along your wetness, leaving a trail of heat that makes you squirm. 

With a gentle but firm grip, he opens you up, the tip of his erection pressing against your entrance as he nibbles on your ear. "You're so wet for me," he groans, his voice sending a thrill through your body. "I can't wait to fill you up."

With a firm but tender grip, Scott pulls your hips back to meet his, the tip of his cock parting your folds with a delicious pressure. You lean down, biting into his muscular forearm to muffle your gasps as he fills you inch by inch. 

His arm wraps around your shoulder, supporting your weight as he takes control of the pace. Each slow, deliberate push sends shivers of pleasure through your body, and you can feel his desire for you in the tension of his muscles. His breath hitches as he sheathes himself fully within you, and he stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of being connected. 

With a gentle squeeze of your hip, he begins to move, his strokes long and deep, stretching and filling you completely. Scott moans deeply at the feel of your teeth sinking into his skin, the slight pain mixing with pleasure and making his desire for you even more intense. 

His movements become more deliberate, as he starts to slam his hips into you, the impact jolting through your body with each slow, powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your muffled cries and his low growls of pleasure. 

He leans over you, his body pressing you into the bed as he takes your mouth in a fiery kiss, his tongue claiming yours as his cock continues to claim your body. The headboard knocks rhythmically against the wall, echoing the primal rhythm of your lovemaking. 

His hand slides down your back, caressing the curve of your ass before giving it a firm smack, the sound cracking through the air and sending a jolt of heat through you. You arch your back, pushing into him, desperate for more of his delicious aggression. The world outside the bedroom fades away as the only thing that matters is the two of you, joined together in this moment of passionate abandon.

Your moans become louder and more desperate as Scott fucks you with a fiery passion, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. His cock feels like it's hitting all the right spots, and you can't help but sink your teeth into his forearm again, the slight pain only adding to the intense sensations. 

His hips drive into you harder and faster, and you feel your pussy clenching around him with every deep stroke. Scott groans at the feeling of your teeth on his skin, his own passion spiraling out of control. His grip on your hips tightens, his movements becoming more possessive as he claims you over and over again. 

The room is filled with the sound of your bodies coming together, a symphony of need and desire that seems to resonate through every fiber of your being. Each smack of your skin against his sends a thrill through you, making your orgasm build and swell. The heat between your legs is unbearable, and you can feel yourself tightening around him, your body begging for release.

With a final, desperate moan, you feel yourself cumming around Scott's thick, pulsing cock, your walls clenching tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Your head falls back against his shoulder, and his teeth graze your earlobe as he whispers, "Come for me, baby. I want to feel you." 

His hand slides down your stomach to your sensitive clit, and he starts to rub it in slow, firm circles, drawing out your climax with a masterful touch. Your orgasm stretches out, becoming even more intense as he continues to fuck you through it, his own breathing ragged and his strokes growing erratic. 

With a final, powerful thrust, Scott groans deeply and empties himself inside you, filling you with his hot cum. His hand moves faster on your clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body as he collapses onto you, his breathing heavy and his heart racing. 

You both lay there, tangled in the aftermath of passion, basking in the warmth and closeness of the moment. Your body trembles with the last vestiges of ecstasy, and you feel Scott's heart pounding in sync with yours. 

He kisses your neck, his arms still wrapped around you, as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a gentle caress against your sensitive skin. You can't help but smile, feeling utterly satisfied and loved in his embrace.

“Fuck, Scott. You’re so hot when you're like this.” you move, straddling his waist as you look down at his face. 

Scott's eyes never leave your face as you straddle his waist. His hands move to your hips, holding you in place as he gazes up at you with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. "You think I'm hot like this, huh?" he says, his voice still thick with sleep and passion. "Well, you're the one who woke me up, sweetheart.

He runs his hands up your sides, feeling the smoothness of your skin under his fingertips. "But I guess I can't really complain, can I? Not when you're looking like this on top of me."

You smirk, leaning down to kiss his lips, your hands wandering his chest. Scott responds immediately to your kiss, his lips moving against yours in a familiar dance of passion. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him as his tongue brushes against yours. He lets out a low moan as your hands roam over his chest, his skin tingling under your touch.

"Mmm... you're distracting me," he mutters, his hands moving down to grip your thighs. "How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you're sitting on top of me like this?"

“You don’t have to leave for another hour..” you murmur, pursing your lips as you pull your pj shirt off, exposing your body to his hungry gaze. 

Scott's eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. His hands glide up your sides, and he lets out a low growl as he takes in the sight of you sitting on top of him.

"Hmm, you make an excellent point," he agrees, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "And now that I have you all to myself for the next hour, I think I have a couple of ideas of how to pass the time."

“How's that?” you feign innocence, your palms resting on his chest. He reaches up, his hands cupping your face as he pulls you down for another kiss. It's soft at first, but quickly becomes deeper and more passionate as he takes control. His tongue invades your mouth, tangling with yours, and his hands wander back down to your hips, gripping them tightly.

"You know, sweetheart, you make it really hard to get up and go to work when you look like this.." he mutters against your lips, his words punctuated by a sharp bite to your bottom lip.

“How about you call out today,” you kiss his forehead. “We can stay in bed all day..” you suck your lip between your teeth as you reach back, stroking his length. Scott's eyes flutter shut at the feel of your tongue against his skin, and a low moan escapes him as your hand encircles his length. He shifts slightly beneath you, his body responding immediately to your touch.

"Mmm, you make a very tempting offer," he replies, his voice thick with want. "The thought of spending the day here with you... well, now I might really have to call out.” You stroke him faster, enjoying the way his hips buck up into your touch, you lean forward, biting his shoulder softly. 

As you bite him again, Scott lets out a deep moan, his hips rocking up involuntarily, his length rubbing against your hand. "You're so damn hot like this, sweetheart," he groans, his breathing heavy. "The way you bite me... it drives me crazy. I love how you mark me as yours. I'm yours to claim and take." His eyes lock on yours, the desire and need clearly visible in his gaze.

With a surge of strength fueled by passion, Scott takes control, moving to press your back against the mattress. He hoists himself over you, his muscular body hovering above yours as he captures your hands in his. 

Pinning them gently beside your head, he stares down at you with a fiery gaze that sends a thrill through your core. His teeth graze your neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses that make your skin tingle with anticipation. 

"You're mine," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a seductive purr that resonates through your body. His cock, still hard and pulsing from your earlier play, nudges at your entrance, and you can't help but gasp as he starts to push into you again. 

The feeling of his weight and power above you is intoxicating, and you arch your back, silently begging for more. His movements are now slow and deliberate, his hips rocking into yours with a possessive rhythm that makes your toes curl. Each stroke feels like a declaration of ownership, and you can't help but revel in the delicious sensation of being completely claimed by him. 

Scott's hands move to caress your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The warmth of his skin against yours, the scent of sex in the air, and the sound of your mingled moans create a heady atmosphere that leaves you dizzy with desire. 

You're lost in the moment, in the feel of him deep inside you, his powerful body moving in perfect harmony with yours. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you palpable as you both give in to the raging inferno of passion that consumes you.

As you bite his shoulder, Scott groans with pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping back to yours. "Do it again," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need. 

You oblige, pressing your teeth down harder, and he responds by slamming into you, hitting that spot deep inside that makes your eyes roll back. Each bite is met with a thrust that seems to reach deeper than the last, and you can't help but cry out, your nails digging into his back. 

The sensation of his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every plunge sends waves of ecstasy crashing through you, and you feel your orgasm building once more. His pace becomes more erratic, driven by his own desperate need, and you know he's close too. His grip on your hands tightens, and his hips start to stutter, his cock swelling even more inside you. 

You tighten around him as he slams his hips into you harder, your body arching off the bed into his chest, begging him for more. The pressure builds, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Scott's eyes darken with desire, his strokes becoming more intense as he feels you clench around him. 

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his voice strained as he tries to hold back his own climax. His teeth sink into your shoulder, and the bite of pain sends a shock wave of pleasure through your body, making you scream out his name. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in deeper, urging him to take everything you have to give. 

The world around you is lost in the haze of passion, and all that exists is the feel of Scott's body claiming yours, the taste of his skin, and the sound of your mingled cries echoing through the room. 

His breath is hot and ragged against your ear, his words a whispered mantra of love and desire as you both spiral closer to the brink of release. The bed shakes beneath you, a testament to the power of your shared passion, and you know that this moment is one you'll never forget.

With a final, desperate moan, your body clenches around Scott's cock, your orgasm tearing through you with the force of a tornado. You buck your hips up to meet his, your pussy pulsing and squeezing him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. His eyes widen with the intensity of his own climax, and with a guttural groan, he buries his face in the pillow beside you, his body tensing as he empties himself deep inside you. 

You can feel the warmth of his cum filling you up, the sensation only adding to the ecstasy that already has you trembling uncontrollably. For a moment, the world outside ceases to exist, and all that remains is the two of you, bound together by the fierce passion that has overtaken you. 

Your bodies quiver in unison, and the only sounds in the room are the muffled cries of your shared release and the rapid thumping of your hearts. As the intensity of your orgasms subsides, Scott's weight settles heavily on top of you, his breathing slowing to match yours. 

His cock still throbs inside you, a testament to the depth of his pleasure, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at the power you have over him. 

You lean into his embrace, your cheek pressed against his, and whisper, "I love you," the words a soft benediction in the aftermath of your tumultuous lovemaking.

Scott's mind is a chaotic storm of pleasure and emotions. Your words of affection only make his heart race faster with devotion for you. "I love you too," he whispers back, his voice thick with emotion. "So damn much..."

He presses his face to your neck, his breathing ragged against your skin. It's clear that the intensity of the moment has left him shaken, but he's relishing in the sheer power and depth of the connection you share.

[thetxtdevil]

Hyuka is getting so buff lately im losing my mind tbh. I had this thought: In the middle of doing it, y/n’s hands are constantly touching his pecs while she is under him. He noticed it so he decides to change the position : Y/n on top, riding him, so she can touch and balance herself using his pecs. After all , all he wants is to please his lovely gf

😤😮‍💨 big boob Kai 😌

—nsfw—

All of Kai’s insecurities fades away when it comes to you. You always knew how to make him flustered yet proud. While you two were doing your nightly routine of cuddling then making out then to see how the rest of the night is going to turn out, you made the man smirk against your lips as you moaned into his. Your hands traveled through his thick muscular arms that were holding you. The solid flesh flexing under your fingertips made an arousing impression on you. That is when both of you knew that it was going to be a long night of nothing but sex.

Kai lightly pushes your shoulders to lay flat on the bed. He raises himself up taking his shirt off exposing more of his sculpted body to you. Like a deer caught in headlights you were too stunned to look anywhere else, Kai chuckles at your reaction helping you out of your clothes.

“Do I look good?”

“U-uh ye-ah yes”

Laying back down, now fully undress you feel your cheeks heating up. You’ve seen him naked plenty of times but it seems like your boyfriend has being hanging out with his bodybuilder of a friend, Taehyun, a lot more these days. You lay there staring up at the buff man, arms on each side of your head, abs tight making a curve down to his big delicious dick. You moan at the sight, it alone can get you off.

Kai finds this flustered version of you so enticing. He smiles leaning down to rub his nose against yours before pulling you into a deep kiss. Lips dancing with each other, your drive falters when feeling his mushroom tip along your pussy folds. Kai groans against your neck, easily slipping inside your hole and enjoying your warm walls clenching to bring more of him in. Your hands were everywhere on the man reaching to feel his arm muscles, massaging them until you let your hands drift to Kai’s pecs.

The man shivers when you lightly graze your fingertips on his nipples and outlining the curve of his chest. You were enjoying this too much and Kai can see that clearly. Kai brings his hands to hold you flipping the position. Eyes widening from the sudden change working you up more as you were like holding a feather for Kai. However, the sight of the buff man laying down, long veiny hands gripping your thighs had you clenching around him.

"Go on" Kai guides your smaller hands to his chest, "use me as leverage"

A groan slips from your bitten lips instantly rocking your hips against his. All the sensations of his fat cock and rock hard muscles was getting you to your climax fast.

"God you're beautiful with or without muscles but... ugh"

Kai smiles admiring you bouncing on his dick like a bunny in heat. He lifts his hips thrusting into you making you both reach immense pleasure. Cumming around his cock and his cum leaking out of you, with weak legs you lay on his chest.

"Should I start working out too?" you ask making the man chuckle.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling, @incogrio

[erinwantstowrite]

hey so obviously peter is pretty clueless about his feelings towards ned but once he figures it out is he going to be like “oh this makes so much sense” and just kind of accept it or is he going to have more of a crisis about liking boys

bc obviously we know he’s not homophobic but it’s different when it’s yourself

i come from a super supportive family so when i figured i liked girls i was just like “huh, okay” and moved on but like with peter and his experience with skip and i don’t know how supportive some of his other families were in the foster system, is it going to be more of a existential crisis for him? like internalized homophobia

i don't have it fully fleshed out yet because i know things will change once i finally get there (it's a SLOOWWWWWBURN) but i do think about this a LOT. because while i do like to avoid writing romance, when i do write it, i want to do it right. so i often think about what peter's realization will be (keeping that part to myself teehee) and how he'll deal with it

it's less of an internalized homophobia that he has to conquer and more of like... he never even considered this an option. he never had the time or mental capacity to think about this sort of thing before. life moved fast and he was always in the middle of a grieving period or some crazy superhero shit just happened to him. he didn't stop to think about his sexuality or potential romance beyond a "well one day I'll think about it" so when the moment does happen where he's thinking about it, he's struck with the fact that he knows basically nothing about how romantic love applies to himself.

at this point he knows he can be loved by friends and family, but romance? it's a whole new ballgame and he has NOT been paying attention to the rules. he thought he was just watching from the sidelines, cheering other people on. he thought he had far more many years to figure it out

he knows what love is- he can thank Ben and May for that (and on some level, his parents, though he only knows of his parents' love through how Ben and May described them). Peter's example of two people who love each other is almost entirely based on the love Ben and May had, and Ben and May are the type of people that made other people believe in soulmates. they completed each other in a way that was impossible to comprehend fully. where one was, the other was there. Peter understands romance through them, but there are other adults in his life that are in love. Tony and Pepper are a little unconventional and Peter doesn't fully understand their dynamic sometimes, but they love each other. and depending on who our ships are (tbh I haven't fully thought them through because it doesn't really matter to our plot), Peter sees other Avengers find love too and express it in a multitude of different ways. and when he looks at the Bats?? jesus christ. i think we all know how that goes. Bruce has more messy exes than anyone ever on the planet so Peter has already been told not to look there for an example. Dick too, is not immune to that, despite being in a committed relationship with Wally. Tim has two boyfriends and... whatever he has going on with Cassie and Bart at some point, as well as having many many exes. Steph is literally one of the exes and Peter doesn't know if the two's relationship now is normal or out of the ordinary or something to strive for. he won't ask because he's not nearly there

so Peter i think... is going to be overwhelmed and not know what to do next. Ned is his first best friend, someone that he clicked with immediately. and while i do hint at a puppy crush between the two of them (where Ned is far more aware than Peter is, the poor guy), their relationship is foundational in friendship. Peter is going to be more freaked out about ruining that than finding out he's bi. he won't have a clue what to do and i honestly think (at least right now this is what i plan) he is going to be far too embarrassed to admit to anyone he has a crush. like???? forget about asking Bruce, he obviously doesn't know. Asking any of his parents (save MAYBE Pepper) would be an immediate no because 1) that's like asking him to jump out of a plane with no parachute and 2) if they give him The Talk 🐦🐝 he will die and everyone else will die and no. scratch asking literally anyone else on the JL or in the Avengers. sure, he'll trust them to save his life. but trusting them to not give bad advice or tease him or accidentally tell someone else or snitch to his parents? nah. that leaves only two people on the planet who Peter could confide to, both who knew before Peter knew (not hard to do): MJ and Felicia

which is so unbelievably funny and y'all don't even know WHY it's so funny to me yet. but I love them so much

[descendantsramblings]

OMG I just read you fic where Hook drinks the love spell and I need either a part 2 where we see the relationship out of the love spell or another Needy!Hook x Fem! Reader please please please 🙏🙏🙏

Nothing like some fluff to pull me out of my writer’s block ❤️

This is just Hook being needy tbh but if you want to see it as a part two to that story it could easily fit into that category

Edited this to Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson on repeat, it adds to the experience

Wake Up Slow

Needy!James Hook x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: everyone needs a place to be fully relaxed, James found his in soft duvets and needy touches

Warnings: no plot just fluff, gentle make out session, Morgie is not rocking with their odd behavior - he just wants people to be normal around him and instead they keep saying odd shit

Word Count: 1.7K

    It was in no way a rare sight, (Y/n) and Hook taking up the same space in his bed. The couple a mess of limbs, you’d have to squint to trace the lines of legs to know whose were whose under the thick maroon duvet. It had been late last night when the two stumbled in, up far past the point of exhaustion and giggling messes. Hair still slightly damp with enchanted water and clothes far more casual than anything that either party would let the general public see them in. The two barely keeping their laughter down to avoid waking the sleeping sorcerer who took up the bed next to his. Too focused on each other, on the hands that found their places on shoulders or wrists. Falling into the bed with exhausted smiles and soft, touchy hands. Hook’s face buried into her chest as he drags her closer, letting out a little whine as he waits on her to hold him back. (Y/n) nuzzling her nose into his hair and wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders, cooing nonsense to him as she sleepily clings to her boyfriend. Tangled, intertwined, two bodies as close as they could possibly manage to become before morphing into one. Warm and safe, the most comfortable home the pirate had ever known. Maybe it was the only one he'd ever known, in moments like that he felt like he could never be too sure.

   Or perhaps, in moments like this were when he felt that way. He’s always the first to stir awake, the sun making its way into his dreams. Waking him with a heated gentleness he couldn’t ignore. Hook didn’t mind being woken up to this view though. Hard to be bothered by the sight of that little white tank top so close to his face. With collar bones and the slightest ghost of cleavage nearly pressed to him, skin on display and within his reach. He can’t help himself but to nuzzle his nose against the same exposed flesh he fell asleep against. Dragging the touch slowly over her skin with the ghost of a smile. He thinks he’ll remember the way she smells for the rest of his life. Not something identifiable, yet he’d be able to recognize the scent on anything. It was intoxicating, pulling him in and seemingly lighting his senses on fire. Just as much as he couldn’t help nuzzling against her, the soft, ghost-like kisses that follow the motion come naturally. Lips brushing across her chest and collar bones, his head raising ever so slightly to press a few soft pecks to her exposed shoulders. Lazy and soft, hoping not to wake her as he takes her in. James was pretty sure he could stay like this until the Earth quit turning. There was nothing like the slow and soft pace of lazy mornings next to someone he loved. Even the seven seas held no candle to having her so, so close. He’d give his ship to wake up slowly with her every morning. For breakfast in bed and wasting days away on her chest. 

     He’s letting soft kisses fall back over previous ones when she stirs against him. A hand sliding up his back and tangling slightly in the boy’s sleep mussed hair. She tugs on it slightly, guiding the boy to show her his face. She’s beautiful, even with sleep dotting her eyes and her hair splayed out around her in messy tangles. As she moves her hands from around him to rest on his face, James is pretty sure the correct word to describe her is actually enchanting. The first kiss she places on his face falls onto his forehead, more dotting down across him as if she’s on a half-awake mission to make him melt. Peppering soft adoring touches across his face like that was the only thing she’d been put on that planet to do. His hand grips at her top, fisting the material as he lets out what can only be described as a whine. 

   “Kiss me, please?” His voice is deeper than normal, gravely with sleep as he nearly begs her to end his gentle torment. She can’t help but give in, slightly chapped lips finding his pouting ones for a tender kiss. Lips moving against each other’s in a languid and gentle pattern. She pulls away for a moment, giggling softly as the boy whimpers at the loss of contact. (Y/n) wiggles down on his bed, putting them nose to nose. She nuzzles against his softly, a sweet smile crossing her lips as she props herself up on one arm. Leaning over James as she swoops back into his lips, connecting them again as his head lulls back to give her better access to him. They pick up right where they left off, that pattern coming back to them like soft, exhausted kisses were second nature to them. They basically were though, this little display came far too easily to them. It was their preferred state of being, much to all of their friends' playful dismay. His hand drags from where it was bunched up in her shirt to rest on her shoulder, slightly pulling her down to get her closer to him as his tongue finds its way between her lips. She’s humming into his mouth, tucking the hand that isn’t holding her up back into his hair to tug at it from the root. 

    Both teens are breathless as they pull away from one another, (Y/n) letting herself fall back onto the mattress, smiling at the way his eyes stay shut. A smile pressed to his kiss reddened lips as she adjusts her head back onto his pillows. James lets those big dark eyes flutter back open, flickering over her as he moves back onto his side. “Com’ere.” She’s pretty sure that his mumble is supposed to be two solid words, but the half awake boy is sewing his words together as he reaches back out for her. The girl lets out a giggle, scooting closer to him and lifting her side ever so slightly for his arm to slide under her ribcage. Hers tuck back around him, one under his neck and one over his side. Fingers finding his hair to play with the ends of silky strands as she nuzzles her nose against the top of his head. A needy hand slips under the back of her tank top, tugging her as close as he can manage. The entirety of their bodies are pressed together, Hook’s forehead tucked against the top of her shoulder, his head just barely touching the pillow. 

    They don’t talk, they don’t need to, everything they could ever need to say is slipping between them from just the physical affection. I’m here for you, I’ve got you. You’re so loved, you mean so much to me. I never want to lose you. James’ lips brush over her collarbone again and she laughs, feeling him attempt to pull her closer than they already are. Legs tangling as he hooks his knee around her thigh. Completely wrapped into him and his adoration of her, as if they might just be the only people in the world. As if she’s the only girl in his world. 

    “You are the neediest boy I have ever met.”  His eyes flash up to her face, taking in the glow that covers her features as she laughs at him. Looking down at him from their tangled closeness. He could connect their lips again, she has them so close, just there for him to take them. “You love it.” Another kiss falls onto her collar bone as he nuzzles back against her. “I think you’d morph our bodies into one if you could,” the words are a coo, the air of her laughter still drenching her tone. He smirks, rolling his eyes just past where she can see it. And then, with a sarcastic and playful air he seems to agree, “I’d crawl into your skin if I could.” 

   “What?” The shout is accompanied by the sound of bed springs creaking as Morgie le Fay forces himself up in his bed. Book falling to the floor from his sudden movement. His bewildered tone causes the couple across the room from him to break out in giggles. James’ laughter sends hot puffs of air across her chest with every shake of his shoulders. Her own breath messing up his hair as her laughter blows the strands around. “You two are the most bizarre people I have met in my entire life,” Morgie is getting up from his bed now, tugging his shoes on with one hand while the other reaches back down for the novel he’s reading. “I mean seriously, who in their right mind tells their partner that they want to crawl into their skin? What, are you going to tell her next? That you want to curl up in her ribcage?” 

    Hook’s laughter gets heavier, words coming out on heaving breaths, “It doesn’t sound like the worst idea. Bet it’s nice and warm in there, I could be all snuggled up to her heart. Love hearing her heartbeat.” Morgie lets out the most exacerbated huff she’s ever heard, hands flying around his head wildly as he does. “See, who in their right mind says that? What is wrong with you?” The boy storms out of the room, book in hand as the couple on the bed fall into each other laughing. A duo of crashing limbs and shaking shoulders as the air in their lungs dwindles. Tears in their eyes with shaky breaths as they finally calm down. Letting out little sighs as they come back down from the emotional high. 

    “Oh, that poor boy is terrified of us, you have terrified your little friend.” Hook hums, leaning back to look at her face, “He’ll be okay.” There’s a moment that the two of them don’t speak, instead letting hungry eyes eat up the other. A plump lip finds its way between Hook’s teeth, big dark eyes trained on her lips as if he was a starving animal looking at prey. She can feel it, brow quirking as the corners of her mouth curling up into a smirk, “You wanna make out again?” And who would he be to say no?

[11queensupreme11]

After that last chapter imagine Percy gets a thirst for flesh or blood of a god and one day she literally does eat a god I can imagine Poseidon’s reaction would either be “awwwww look at my daughter/wife would you like me to get you another one?? Are you not full yet?” Or “if you wanted the flesh of a god why didn’t you just ask me?!? Who knows where that thing has been🙄” 

Either way I can just see him not caring that Percy is a cannibal tbh he’d probably just fully support her or sum I can even see their kids having that same issue with being cannibals ( imagine that being a whole thing with their kids mermaids feed on the flesh of humans while their kids feed on the flesh of gods )

But how would the other yanderes and the other gods/humans react? 

WAIT UR ASK JUST MADE ME REALIZE I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO TELL YOU GUYS SOMETHING.

okay so in the last chapter, i asked you guys if the whole blood-drinking thing counted as cannibalism cuz i put it in the warnings and all. and i got a lot of feedback saying it didn't count and only flesh eating was considered cannibalism.

i lowkey started contemplating going back and just removing the cannibalism warning but then i had.... an idea 💡

why don't i just make her a REAL cannibal then by having her eventually eat godly flesh later on!!! 😋😋😋

so yes, the cannibalism warning still stands because percy will eat DIVINE FLESH in the future!!!!!!!!!! cuz why not lmao. i love monstrous mermaids/sirens in the og horror stories where they eat people, might as well have our little mermaid evolve from drinking gods' ichor to EATING THEIR FLESH 👹👹👹

the other yans wouldn't give a shit at all tbh. once they realize ichor temporarily puts an end to her ever-growing tortuous agony of her soul being split apart, best believe they're gonna serve her as much ichor as they can to keep her from feeling any pain (not too much tho cuz they don't want her to incinerate herself). hell, they would even prefer it if she were to feed from THEM and actually get jealous if she were to feed on others 😂😂😂

in cú chulainn's case tho, since he's a demigod (and who knows.... maybe that could change in the future.... 👹) and has no ichor, he would definitely hunt down gods for her. this dude beat the supreme god and the ruler of the egyptian pantheon, he would ABSOLUTELY hunt gods for sport to feed his needy little cannibal 🥺

the other gods would be a little stunned tho. cuz if you remember my old posts about the ror giants (here), gods and other beings were eaten alive and killed by gaea's giants. but they'd get over it eventually cuz it's percy. she is nothing like the giants, hell they could tell that she's even ashamed of herself after it happens so they're not worried about her randomly deciding to just kill every god

the humans tho?! they might be a little weirded out at first, but the second they realize it's GODS she's feeding from?????? oohhhhh my god, they're gonna be so entertained by it 😂😂😂 like "yes child, feast on the evil gods!!!!!" hell, i can see some of them even buying her a special bib and utensil set for this LMAO

[iarrelm]

Hazbin Hotel Swap AU - Alastor. Husk. Nifty.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel

I saw a few different versions of this AU going around and thinking about it made me want to draw my own take on it.

I don't have this fully fleshed out yet but I've been thinking about it for the last few days so here's what I've got so far.

Alastor -> Charlie

He still started out in Hell as the Radio Demon

However, when he disappeared for 7 years, he came back as a seemingly changed man. The first broadcast on his radio show after 7 years of silence was an advertisement for the Radio Demon's new project: The Hazbin Hotel.

Not very many sinners actually managed to hear that advertisement but those that did thought they were hallucinating tbh

I wanna say the reason why he wants to try rehabilitating sinners is mostly because he spent his 7 year hiatus with Lilith, who asked him to do this for her so she could try to convince Charlie (and Lucifer) that they're wrong about sinners. And Alastor decides to do it because Lilith promises that she'll free him from his deal the moment he gets a soul into heaven.

For this AU, I'm gonna say the person who has Alastor on a leash is Eve, and his deal with her is completely unrelated to his 7 year absence.

Because of all that, despite founding the hotel, he doesn't fully believe it's possible to redeem a soul. And it shows sometimes no matter how much he tries to convince the guests otherwise.

Nifty -> Vaggie

When Alastor brought up the hotel and asked for her help, she jumped at the chance and agreed without hesitation.

Alastor is still an overlord and still owns some souls. He owns Nifty's but made it clear to her that he was asking, not ordering, her to help with the hotel.

Before Charlie brings in more staff, she was the one that handled cleaning and pest control and all that other stuff.

She helps him brainstorm ideas for activities. Unfortunately both of them are pretty unhinged so at least 80% of those ideas are unusable

Husk: What the fuck is "Knife Monopoly"?

Alastor and Nifty: :)

She's Alastor's biggest cheerleader and helps him out by enthusiastically participating in any and all hotel activities with a smile

Husk -> Angel Dust

Instead of Alastor, Husk sold his soul to Vox, who became interested in the Gambling Demon after Alastor was seen going in and out of his casino.

Vox ends up using Husk as something like a personal assistant. He runs around all over hell doing anything and everything Vox asks him to.

Immediately after losing his soul, he moves into the Vee's Tower. It's nice because the Vee's tower is one of the most protected places in the pride ring, which means none of the souls he used to own will be able to try to come after him. Unfortunately this also means that Vox has access to an employee that can work overtime whenever he needs him to.

Husk is... so tired.

So when Alastor offers him a room at the hotel, Husk agrees before he can finish his pitch.

Later, he hears the full thing - that Alastor is trying to redeem sinners and thinks he can get Husk into heaven. Husk isn't sure what exactly made Alastor believe that, but a free room is a free room

(He is grateful though. So even if he doesn't think there's a chance in hell that he's getting into heaven, he does put in some effort toward rehabilitation.)

[sitp-recs]

hello loveliest liv :) it's almost semester break for me which means a lot of time for reading drarry! (...as if i haven't been procrastinating all term reading drarry anyway... but shhhh)

so i am coming to you, my most trusted drarry reccer, cup in hand, begging for some lovely, long, plotty recs, pretty please? i'd take anything you have to offer (except for horror-themes they make me queasy ups)

sending love x

Hello my darling! Ahh how nice, you deserve a lovely and chill break full of Drarry treats! I can’t wait to leave on vacation in early August myself 🙏🏼 I did two lists with long, plotty recs (here and here) but it was a while back so I thought I’d add some more. I haven’t read much this year tbh, but really enjoyed these long-ish fics. Happy readings!

your braids like a pattern by @hoko-onchi-writes (E, 31k)

Harry soldiers on with the get-to-know you activity, noting each counsellor's interests and repeating their names. Harry’s eyes land on Malfoy. He’s the last counsellor in the circle. One blond eyebrow is arched, his smirky mouth turned up at the corners. That can’t be good.

À Bon Chat by @oknowkiss (E, 35k)

Draco Malfoy didn’t intend to lead a life of crime after the war. It’s just that being good had turned out so incomprehensibly boring. Now he's thirty-five, a fully redeemed member of society, the darling of the wizarding social pages, and a newly minted consultant for Gawain Robards' Investigative Research division. In his spare time, he enjoys good whisky, casual sex, and moonlighting as an art thief.

Truth to Materials by @toomuchplor, lately (E, 54k)

In which Harry learns to appreciate art and other pleasures of the flesh.

this heaven of mud by @garagepaperback (E, 94k)

winter, 2002: Draco Malfoy is absolutely fine, thank you very much. summer, 2008: Harry Potter is, er- well, not good exactly, but definitely better. Yeah. Better than before. A love story told in two somewhat unreliable parts, over six years. Featuring secret shagging, to friends, to the 'how is it fair for someone to say your name like that' sort of friends, to, finally, someone you could call a home.

Never Mind the Bollocks by @the-sinking-ship (E, 118k)

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked. And yet, here he was.

Beholden by @faith2wood (E, 123k)

Draco Malfoy might not be a killer, but it turns out he's an effective painkiller. If stopping pain was all Draco's touch did, things might not be so complicated, but either way Harry can't afford to be choosy.

[tobythewise]

My not-so-secret favorite ship is Dorian x Anders and I adore hurt/comfort (Anders is just so good for it)! So, with that in mind, I’ll suggest “It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.” For Dorian x Anders, if you’re up for it!

Thank you so much for this prompt!! Dorian/Anders is ALSO one of my secret favorite ships (although tbh I just love anyone with Anders don't at me... LOL)

Written for @dadrunkwriting featuring Inquisitor Anders, hurt/comfort, getting together

“Gods damn it, Dorian,” Anders grits through clenched teeth. He winces as Dorian slides out of his pants fully. Normally, the sight of an attractive man getting naked would bring Anders to his knees. 

Dorian makes a broken noise, sitting down on the bench, carefully pulling the front of his shirt down to cover his dick while giving Anders the full view of his upper thigh. They’d just gotten back from that cursed swampy marsh. He’s not sure his boots will ever be dry again. 

Apparently, Dorian took a knife to the upper thigh and instead of telling Anders about it straight away, the handsome mage decided it was fine and would heal on it’s own. What’s the point of being the Inquisitor if the people who follow you won’t use your spirit healing for their benefit?

Anders sighs, poking and prodding at the wound. It’s clearly infected. Probably a mix of undead grossness, swampy muck, and sweat being pressed into the wound inside Dorian’s tight pants. He’s not sure he can use his magic to pull the infection out. He’ll need to use herbs and once the infection is gone, he’ll be able to close it up with his magic. 

“See,” Dorian says, his voice clearly strained as he puts on an easy smile. “It doesn’t look all that bad.”

“Not that bad? Are you trying to convince yourself?”

Dorian lets out an awkward chuckle. What is it with Anders falling for men who can’t seem to take care of themselves? Something like this could be deadly if they’re not careful. Blood poisoning is no laughing matter. 

“This would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”

Dorian’s eyes dart away. “I didn’t want to be a bother, darling. You were so busy with,” Dorian flicks his wrist in a circle, gesturing around them. “You’re saving the world. Every day you’re on a new mission, saving lives, healing every soldier you can get your hands on. You deplete your mana until you’re glowing with Justice’s juices. I didn’t want to add anything more to your plate.”

Oh. 

Anders’ heart skips a beat at the idea of Dorian caring for him. He wanted to protect Anders, even if the idea of hiding an injury is stupid in Anders’ book. It’s the thought that counts. 

Anders hums softly, reaching into his bag and bringing out a jar of poultice. “This is going to hurt,” he says softly before putting a large amount directly into the wound. Dorian whimpers but Anders is careful and uses a tiny bit of magic to soothe the inflammation. Then he wraps up the wound with clean bandages. 

Sweat drips down the side of Dorian’s brow, his eyes glued to Anders’ face. 

“I’ll need to change these every morning and as soon as the infection has run its course, I’ll be able to properly seal and heal.”

Dorian’s hand touches Anders’ wrist, stopping him from pulling away. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want to be just another burden.”

“Dorian,” Anders breathes out. He’s still on his knees, between Dorian’s legs. They’re so close, achingly close, yet at the same time Anders wishes they were closer. “I’m not upset. I was worried. If anything happened to you--” Anders has lost too many people that he loves. He doesn’t think he’ll survive going through that yet again. 

It would be better to put distance between them. He can’t get hurt if he doesn’t love again. 

Unfortunately, it’s too late for that. 

“Nothing is going to happen to me. Do you really think a little flesh wound could stop the evil magister from Tevinter who surely does blood magic while he’s reading those evil books all night?”

Anders’ eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, unable to stop the surprised chuckle that leaves him. “Is that the current rumor?”

“Yes,” Dorian says, raising his nose in the air. “There’s also a rumor about how I’m corrupting the Inquisitor.”

“Really? If anything, the abomination is corrupting the mages.”

“Nonsense. I’ve seen my fair share of abominations and none of them hold a candle to you. A handsome renegade if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Don’t let Varric hear you say that,” Anders says with a smile.

The hand on his wrist moves up to his face, gently cupping his face. “You have everything on your shoulders, Anders. You do so much for everyone. Who takes care of you?” Anders can’t meet Dorian’s eyes. “Ah, as I suspected.”

Dorian cups his chin, forcing him to raise his face. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that agreeable?”

“Is that? By the Maker, Dorian. Yes.” 

They lean into each other, their lips meeting. Anders doesn’t remember the last time he did something just for him, but this kiss? This is just for him. The world fades away. There’s no anchor running up his arm, there’s no Corypheus, there’s no demon army. There’s just Dorian and Anders. 

“Every time I love, it ends in disaster,” Anders whispers against Dorian’s lips. Despite how perfect this moment is, he feels like he has to warn Dorian. 

Dorian huffs against his lips. “We’ve only just started and you’re already planning on it ending?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay if you do. You’re the best healer I know. Let yourself have this. Let me have this. You’re not the only one who hasn’t let himself imagine love.”

Anders wants to fight against this but he can’t. Dorian is right. There’s no guarantee of tomorrow, so why not embrace the here and now. This might not last but that’s no reason to cut it off before it even has time to bloom. 

Instead of fighting, Anders embraces these feelings welling up inside his chest. He grabs the back of Dorian’s neck and kisses him again. 

[4-the-l0ve-0f-art]

Took me like 3-4 days but I finally finished the main story!! I had to play through rafayel and xavier's branches too or it wouldve taken less time to unlock caleb

Here are some of my thoughts on Caleb so far

Homecoming Wings spoilers under the cut (TW: discussion of manipulative behavior)

I got mixed feelings over caleb tbh I see why people are uncomfortable with the story and definitely think the chapters required a warning for drugging and isolation and all the other stuff

I had to take a moment breathe when I finished the chapter where MC got locked up in the hospital and threw water at caleb bc that was SOMETHING

On the other hand I'm definitely impressed by how bold infold writers got with this!! And how good their display of manipulation is in their writing for him

I'm also curious as to how (or if) they're gonna give him a redemption arc but I'm also not sure if he needs one bc he feels like a fully fleshed out character (it's to be noted I haven't played any content of him aside from main story and text messages yet)

Like he's definitely (100%) a red flag but he's also not completely yandere (at least from my understanding of what a yandere is) because he was willing to leave MC's life if that's what she wanted instead of caging her to him regardless of her wishes

And he also knew he was being manipulative and apologized about it but still went on and did the things he did

I was triggered at first from the drugging, isolating and manipulating MC but their relationship (and characteristics) as a whole seem so complex and multi layered I still have no idea what I think of him yet

I'm shocked by how he's portrayed but also. I'm so fucking intrigued holy shit 😦

Their dynamic is so interesting to me because of how complicated it looks

And my feelings towards caleb as a character I would personally like or not are also mixed but I am (somewhat) into the whole dark romance thing going on

Like I definitely dislike (hate, even. I've never gotten so mad at a character as i did when I read the hospital scene and how tense things got, especially for MC) the shit he did but I also can't help but like him

Safe to say I have a headache from every thing going on with him but I like it

I still think infold shouldve given a warning for these chapters regardless of whether I like him or not

PS I love viper dude is truly enjoying the tea surrounding caleb and mc 😭

[flaneur001]

Whitney Theory Time

[CW- talks about mental health, child neglect, random character analysis and unnecessary deep diving into little details (lol)]

I went down a little rabbit hole pertaining to Whitney’s oral fixation. I have known that when something is brought attention to constantly during any story, then it’s not a simple coincidence. I feel like (how Sydney said in the library) that Whitney has a lot going on. And it’s probably not good. I feel like their back story will be very angsty and sad.

So as someone who has studied psychology for a while, I found this…and I feel like I hit the nail on the head (for those morbidly curious like me this is Freud’s theory on oral fixation…and yeah don’t judge me for going all Freudian analysis on Whitney/silly)

So chances of our Whit being a neglected child are very high. But from their general appearance in the game (m!whitney wearing a blazer and f!whitney wearing a long school skirt. Both items are on the costlier side in game) I feel like they come from a well off family? the general hate towards the privileged people they hold, points to either them living a life of privilege but they are so miserable they want to escape? (Tbh their whole schtick sometimes gives rich kid doing all kinds of weird stuff trying to get attention from their absentee parents trope)

Or maybe used to be a part of a well off family? I feel like they are not being able to cope with the sudden change in their lifestyle if this is the case. Thus are trying to sell this fearless image of themselves.

And Is it just me or do you find it weird too that although Whitney is sent to detention Leighton almost never does anything to Whitney besides scolding? I feel like they do come from a powerful background. Otherwise why would all these lackeys follow them around?! And they own a phone to top it all off. I know all the other NNPCs have a phone too but amongst the LIs only Whitney (and Avery) owns a phone?!

The lowkey neurotic and manic tendencies they have towards PC also screams of separation anxiety. (Ahem collection of stuff toys?) For example, them needing to control PC at all times. Their love stat going high only when PC willingly chooses to act on their every whimsical/cruel wishes, them wanting to tattoo their name on PCs face of all places, not being able to be more open/ vulnerable with PC because they feel that PC might leave them.

And their dismissal event also shows just how much their image matters to them, and why they crave to be in control. This is yet another trait they share with Avery, when on low dominance, you can see how humiliated they get whenever PC fights back with them. Add insecurity about looks on top and viola, you have some deep childhood issues (I love complex fully fleshed characters so much)

Also the not being sufficiently fed during nursing part (I’m referring to the picture above) makes me think that the Headcanon about their parents being divorced and maybe their mom moving out at a very young age, seems like a possibility. Hence Whitney not being able to withstand emotional cheating seems like a result of that (I’m just spitballing here…)

So yeah. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. I feel good after hyperfixating about a fictional character.

[Bonus Angst Headcanon] I like to imagine, if it indeed turns out that Whitney lives in some mansion with their dad, and their mom left when they were young, why do I get a feeling that their mom left them/ said goodbye to them near the water fountain on a rainy day. Them just staring into the fountain with a solemn mood, feels like there is a definite reason behind it. Or maybe they used to come to the fountain and make wishes with their mom? (Yes I like to torture myself with sad thoughts)

[demialwrites]

Sephiroth Redeemed (?)

I had an idea where you could have your cake and eat it, too, kinda. Hopefully, I haven't unintentionally copied this idea (I haven't checked, tbh).

You meet Sephiroth before Nibelheim goes up in flames. He falls in love but he's not fully aware of his feelings. He's vaguely aware you might be his ticket out the way life is currently going. Leaving Shinra is a whole other matter, though. Instead of doing anything about it just yet, he continues life as usual.

After being thrown into the reactor, he splits in two. Half reunites with Jenova and the other half wants to return to you. His power is also split. Similar to Cloud and the unhinged Jenova Sephiroth, he begins to appear before you for a few seconds at a time, then longer and longer as time goes on. The more you make space in your life for him, the more time he's able to spend with you.

Unfortunately, he's aware of what his other half is doing and he remembers what he did at Nibelheim. He can't tell you the truth because he can't bear to lose you. He convinces you to move somewhere that gets less world news and, more importantly, no Shinra propaganda broadcasts.

Life is good for a while. In a major sense, he's isolated you but you let it happen. He always wanted a quiet life and you're into that, too. The problems start cropping up when you start noticing the things unspoken and the lies. He says he doesn't want children because he had absent parents, but he won't describe them. He leaves and comes back with supplies for living, but he never has much to say about what's happening in the world. He is distracted more and more often as Cloud 'n pals chase his other half.

At some point, it becomes clear that he'll have to try to stop his other half from using the black materia if he wants to maintain his life. If your Sephiroth approaches Avalanche with an offer to join forces, they chase him off, refusing to listen. Rufus wants him dead, also. My opinion is that he could easily hide among the black robes for a time. Otherwise, feeling very alone and sometimes in despair, the other Sephiroth tries to tempt him to return to being one. But he refuses to listen. He only hears Jenova's desire to take over the planet and tries to shove her away. In his hardest moments, after spending too long away from you, it almost regains control over his wayward flesh.

When he goes home, he has to deal with you understandably asking hard questions. Where has he been for so long and why was he there? What has he been doing that he comes home with such a dark look on his face? Why is he so distant now? God forbid Meteor is summoned and you ask what it is, scared. He feels very much responsible for how far this has gotten and like it's just another reason why he'll never have that peace he craves so badly.

Finally, he decides he'll make his move against his evil twin. He might not return from this. Things have happened and now he's the weaker one. He also finally decides to monologue to you about the truth. Will you stay? Or are his lies too many? Is there anywhere else to go now, anyway? He sheds a single tear in front of you for the first time. Will you forgive him?

Either way, he's going to go help in the fight whether he's accepted or not. Fighting for you is keeping him from being taken over by Jenova, whether you accept his mistakes or not.

Does he survive? Or not?

[dotthings]

The Sam v Dean drama in Torn and Frayed -- Dean apologies for the fake text, Sam has yet to apologize for how he's behaved about Benny, and while I understand Sam and his insecurities and why he's being a controlling little brother with a 'tude...Dean is much more able to admit when he's wrong. And Sam has yet to give a solid reason why it's so impossible for him to give Benny any benefit of the doubt at all, while Dean is telling the whole truth about Benny and his innocence, as Sam just keeps brick walling Dean about it.

When Sam is being honest and communicating effectively is when he tells Dean exactly why the fake text from Amelia was so upsetting to him and it's because of the fear of losing people they love and something that Sam knows Dean has a fear of as well, so for Dean to do that to Sam, Sam felt that was too much. Which is fair. Note that this is the reason--the fear of losing loved ones, which is very real for both brothers.

Amelia insists Sam give up his other life entirely--without her knowing anything about it. And I think that's what doomed it. Note by contrast, Lisa offered Dean an inbetween, she dismissed the absolute, the either/or. They can make their own rules. Dean and Lisa did make that work for a time and had a better chance therefore than Sam and Amelia because there was no in between or compromise offered.

Sam on his part could also have told Amelia the truth about his life and given her a chance to respond and decide if she wanted to give it a try. But I think how Amelia spoke about Sam having to be all in or all out signaled to Sam that Amelia wouldn't have handled the truth well. I don't think he was guessing wrong on that, because Amelia seems like she wouldn't be able to handle bringing that into her life. Lisa seemed more willing to make adjustments and try to roll with it so long as there were some boundaries. Remember that the reason Lisa kicked Dean out wasn't because they couldn't make that balance work, it's because she didn't know Dean had been turned into a vampire and was protecting Ben from himself when Dean shoved Ben away. If Dean had told Lisa the truth, they would have had more of a chance. But Amelia...she doesn't seem in any way ready for all that. Even though she does love Sam.

So Sam and Amelia needed each other when they found each other but it isn't something that was sustainable.

With Benny, I cannot a single reason why Dean had to cut Benny off fully except there had to be drama for plot reasons. It's straining credulity a little, tbh. Benny fits in Dean's weird hunting life, he doesn't ask for much, he's not demanding Dean give up anything, he just wants a friend to talk to once in a while.

So I don't think Dean made the right call there and Sam was in fact pressuring Dean so hard about it and being so controlling and rigid about the Benny issue, so Dean felt like he had to give up Benny as a concession to Sam, while Sam dropped Amelia. It doesn't feel right. Sam going with Amelia would have fully upended their lives. Dean keeping Benny as a friend would not. It's not an even trade.

Torn and Frayed is the most depressing episode of S8. Cas in the wind back to Heaven, Benny cut off, Amelia ditched.

I don't think canon intends this to be the bestest thing ever. The last moments of the ep are depressing--even the music is conveying misery, and Sam and Dean look deflated and grim. I don't even feel like they chose each other for each other, they chose each other for the sake of the mission. Duty. Because of the high stakes of what they're up against and so they have to sacrifice everything for the team. And Dean gets pressured and boxed in to an absolute when it wasn't even necessary, to prove...what. That he loves Sam? He's loyal to Sam? How much more chunks of flesh does Dean have to rip off to prove that?

Nothing about this is saying they're happy, nothing about it says they don't care about Cas or Benny or Amelia. I'm not going at canon here, the canon intent is to explore these issues and is being self-critical and showing the costs. It's not that it's wrong for Sam and Dean to remain a team, but the canon is absolutely not showing this as their only happiness or that the only thing Sam and Dean care about is each other. It's sad because it's supposed to be sad. It's complicated.