#it's a lil different from my usual. flaps hand.

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Can I make a request for dilf!JakexFemale! Omatikaya!reader?

While Neytiri is out hunting with the kids, jake makes his way to readers hut. And let’s just say reader is shorter than Neytiri so size kinkkkk🤭

Guilty Pleasure

MDNI!🔞

Pairing: Dilf!Jake!Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings/content: SMUT, jake cheating(sorry Neytiri), size kink, stalking/obsessing, some roughness/power over reader, oral/face sitting (Jake being a pussy eating king), p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, a sprinkle of angst at the end

W/c: 3.2k (holy shit-)

A/n: thank you for this request anon!!💖 I am a SUCKERRRR for dilf Jake! I got a lil carried away heheh but I hope y’all enjoy this! Comments, likes, and reblogs are SO appreciated! Muah 😘

“We will see you later, ma’Jake,” Neytiri sweetly said while motioning for the kids to go out of the hut, holding up the flap of fabric for them to walk by. Neteyam and Lo’ak went first, throwing a hand up and bidding a short “Bye, dad,” with their bows in hand.

“Come with us daddd!” Tuk whined and ran up and clung to his side. He chuckled at her.

“I’d love to, kiddo, but I gotta take care of something. Ya know, all my boring adult responsibilities,” He smiled gently.

She frowned up at him but had no choice but to accept he wasn’t coming.

“Bring me back a big ‘angtsìk(hammerhead titanothere)!” He joked while bending over and ruffling her short braids in an attempt to cheer her up. She giggled at his absurd request and ran off to catch up with Lo’ak and Neteyam.

Kiri came moping out and rolling her eyes like usual, she was not excited that she was being forced to go hunt with them. It just wasn’t her thing. She gave Jake a quick “Bye” and walked out without looking at him.

“I love you too!” He laughed, “You’ll do great!” He cupped his mouth and shouted to her. She looked over her shoulder and couldn’t suppress her small little grin of amusement. She pretty much always blatantly disrespected him but he loved her to death.

Neytiri smiled one last time at him before ducking under the flap, following her kids to go off to their hunt.

Jake’s smile faded from his face once they were out of sight.

He had a lovely wife and an amazing family—everything he could ever want and dream for. But unfortunately for him, his heart yearned for someone else. Someone who occupied his thoughts day-in and day-out, consuming his entire being.

He started to resent you for how bad he wanted you. But how could he blame you? You’ve done nothing. Nothing but just be utterly and effortlessly perfect. He felt like you casted a spell on him, damning him to be desperate for you. You were quite the sight to see; young and beautiful in all your glory. He could worship your body all day— the stunning curves of your hips and the rounding of your breasts. You were short in stature, not tawtute short but very much on the short side for a na’vi girl. But that just made Jake be drawn to you even more. During his endless daydreams involving you, he would have some particular thoughts of you. Images flooded his mind of getting to manhandle you around. He was bulkier than the average na’vi due to the combination of his human DNA, so he had no doubt in his mind he could toss you around effortlessly in several different positions. He also inevitably thought about how much tighter your smaller pussy probably was. And fuck, it wasn’t just your stunning appearance— it was also the way you were so damn sweet and compassionate to others. You never did anything wrong, it was like you really were perfect.

He longed to touch you and pleasure you, he would die a happy man if he could just watch you cum for him. It wasn’t even that he wanted the pleasure for himself, more than anything he wanted to pleasure you. So many scenarios have ran through his mind of imagining how your pretty face would scrunch up as an orgasm wracked through your petite body. He felt like he was loosing his mind, he hasn’t had this many vulgar, horny thoughts constantly since he was probably 17. It was like you made him young again. He wanted to show you how good he could make you feel. After all, he was experienced. Whether it was keeping Neytiri’s needs satisfied or previous lessons from his sexual partners back on earth, he’s learned a thing or two over time. He wondered if you’ve let any of the omatikaya boys fuck you. He hoped not, but he was sure they were all throwing themselves at your feet. I mean who the hell wouldn’t?

Jake had been stalking you for quite some time now. He pretty much had your daily schedule memorized and he’s even learned all your little mannerisms. Like how you looked down at the ground when you laughed, or how you quietly hummed to yourself when you were weaving. Sometimes throughout the day you would make eye contact when passing by each other. He noticed you would give him a little smile. It was like you knew you were torturing him.

But watching you from a distance and stalking you wasn’t cutting the mustard anymore for him. Sure, it satisfied the itch at first but it left him only wanting more. And stroking his cock to you felt good, but not as good as your soft, dainty hand would feel doing it.

He knew Neytiri was taking the kids hunting today to let them practice. And at this time of day, you were usually in your hut. He decided there wouldn’t be a more perfect time than now to approach you. He couldn’t let this keep eating him alive, he had to do something about it. So, he gathered up the courage to start his way over to you.

…

You were in your hut, cooling off a little. It was a hot, sunny day in Pandora and you always take a midday break around this time. Right before you were going to sit down, you seen a figure in your peripheral vision. It was… Jake?

“Jake.. I-I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” you stuttered and shifted to face him respectfully, caught off guard by your leader entering your hut. “Is something wrong?”

He stood confidently, almost like he owned the place— I mean he was the Olo’eyktan. Which was why you felt concerned and surprised to see him, surely it must be something important if he took the time to come here.

He surveyed you as you stuttered and slightly fidgeted with a hint of amusement in his eyes. His piercing gaze burned right through you, making you feel small and embarrassed. But he was the one coming into your home, so why were your cheeks heating up in embarrassment?

He finally broke the silence and breathed out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m afraid something is wrong,” he spoke with that low, sultry voice of his and once again burned holes into you with his eyes. He took slow steps towards you, casually.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and the blood left your face. “W-What is it? I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong, sir-“

“Don’t play dumb and innocent. You know exactly what it is.” He cut you off sharply.

You were taken aback, eyes widening in offense. “Excuse me?” You scoffed.

He kept inching closer and closer to you and you backed up in return, scowling at him. But unfortunately you backed up against the wall, having no more room to back up.

He was eyeing you down fiercely, power and authority exuding from his aura. But you weren’t a pushover, and you gave it your best effort at holding his eyes and not cowering.

He swiftly grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand on his hard erection covered by his loincloth. You gasped, once more taken aback.

“Understand?” He quipped.

You snatched your hand back and hissed at him. You were unable to form any words, so shocked at this predicament. Your scowl deepened and your breathing picked up, feeling the intensity in the atmosphere.

He let out a single chuckle of disbelief and shook his head.

“You do this to me. It’s your fault” he snapped, “You’ve been torturing me night and day and you know it” he accused with his pointer finger in your face.

Your mouth dropped a little, eyebrows scrunched in anger. “What?? I’ve done nothing! You’re fucking crazy!”

“You are such a little brat. Sounds like you need that attitude fucked out of you,”

You couldn’t help the coil that twisted in your stomach to his words. The obscenity of them made your body react with a mind of its own. Slick trickled out of your hole, making a little wet patch in your cloth.

His nose twitched and he grinned menacingly at your new smell of arousal. “Is that right? The lil’ slut needs her pussy stuffed with cock?”

Your cheeks heated up, making a purplish color on your face. You were losing this battle quickly. You blamed your body for betraying you so shamefully.

“Fuck you!” You finally said. It was your last attempt at trying to get the upper hand.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “That’s the plan.”

You scoffed again, still trying to make it seem like he was crazy and you didn’t want this. But in reality, you don’t think anything has ever piqued your interest more.

He put his fingers inside the band of your loincloth, tickling the soft area below your belly. Your heart thudded hard inside your chest and more waves of arousal coursed through you.

He slowly and lightly teased the area, making your breath hitch slightly.

“Not stopping me, I see,” he quietly mocked.

Your let your eyes fall to his chest which was right in front of you. You didn’t want to see the smug grin on his face.

“Now what if I touch your little pussy? Is she gonna blow your cover?” He taunted some more. You swallowed roughly as his fingers traced further and further down into your cloth until he got to your soaked cunt.

He ran a finger up your slit, eyes dilating as he basked in the incredible feeling of your slick pussy. Your legs parted on their own, giving him easier access and you whined softly, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, seemingly losing his control.

Your half lidded eyes met his again as he ran his fingers through your folds. You knew you were at the point of no return.

“Please..” you mewled quietly.

Trying to regain control of the situation, he straightened up and cleared his throat, still continuing his touching. “Oh so the brat has manners now?”

“Mhmm” you hummed shamelessly, pride be damned.

He licked his lips and looked down at your pretty lips, just waiting to be kissed. But he had other things in mind.

He yanked down your loincloth and it fell to your ankles then you kicked it aside. Then suddenly he knelt down and hitched one of your legs over his muscular shoulder, much to your surprise. You gasped hard at the first stroke of his tongue on your pussy lips.

“Oh!” You cried

You grabbed his dreads for support because your knees already felt weak. Looking down at him, the sight was purely sinful. He lapped, licked, sucked, and kissed all over your cunt, slurping up all your juices and making a complete mess on his face. He hummed and moaned on it, creating vibrations which elevated your pleasure.

He pulled back only for a second, your juices falling down his chin and painting his blue skin with white and clear shimmer. “You taste so fucking sweet, even better than I imagined,” he groaned in near disbelief. Then he continued working his mouth on your pussy.

You felt so good, feeling the most ecstasy you’ve ever felt. You’ve had a few partners and of course masturbate when needed but nothing and nobody has ever felt like this. He knew exactly where to go and how much pressure to apply and suck at.

He stuck a finger in your hole while he continued lapping on your clit. You moaned and fought to keep yourself standing up. He caught onto your struggle and swiftly moved to reposition you both. He laid himself back against the ground and had his hands hooked around you, bringing you down with him to then plop you right on his face.

Sitting on his face was much more comfortable and you tried to hold yourself up to hover some, but he grabbed your ass and pushed all your weight down on him. You switched between watching him do his thing and throwing your head back, closing your eyes and welcoming all the sensations. All his sounds were muffled but looking behind you and seeing his still rock hard erection and watching his feet curl and his legs dance around told you that he was very much enjoying himself.

You knew your orgasm was about to come. The pleasure was coming to a peak and you relaxed and let it happen. You came with a loud and drawn out moan, thighs shaking from the intensity. His humming got louder as he licked up all your essence, drawing out your high but letting off before you got overstimulated.

You rose off and scooted back a little to sit on his chest, looking down at his absolutely soaked face.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed out roughly, trying to catch your breath, “you didn’t tell me you were a pussy eating expert”

He chuckled with that deep voice of his, making your pussy flutter. “You thought the old man wouldn’t know how to eat pussy? Baby girl I am very experienced,” he winked.

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying not to smile. Before letting you fully catch your breath, he sat up and effortlessly carried you with him, you were like a little rag doll in his huge, bulky arms. He hung you over one of his shoulders, ass up in the air. He smacked it and you let out a little yelp of surprise and smacked his back in return.

“You are so tiny, ya know that?”

You rolled your eyes once again. “Yes, everyone loves telling me how short I am” you complained.

“Mhmm well I think it’s hot as fuck”

He set you down on the table and you were facing him, legs spread out and pussy on full display. His eyes drank in the sight of your most intimate part, being fully captivated by you. You then took the reigns and slipped off your skimpy top, leaving him even more speechless. You smirked in satisfaction at how pussy whipped he was already.

He didn’t fail to notice your shit-eating grin and quiet laugh. “Oh yeah? You won’t be laughing much longer,” he threatened while untying the strings of his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor.

And it did in fact shut you up. He was huge. Your jaw hung low like an idiot and he laughed at you.

“You’re not that big. I’ve had bigger.” You lied, trying to sound confident.

He narrowed his eyes and felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting to fuck you. “That so? Well then you should have no problem taking me,” he taunted.

You were nervous about how it would hurt but you put on a brave face. You spread your legs wider and gave him doe eyes as an invitation to go ahead.

His bigger body hovered over your small frame as he positioned his cock at your entrance. He teased your folds and your opening, making you buck your hips up in an effort to get him inside of you. His cockhead breached into your hole and you gasped in unison. He was so thick and girthy, the stretch against your walls was one you’ve never experienced this intensely.

He sank in deeper, thrusting a little to help break it in. You winced and moaned but stayed relaxed and let him keep going. He finally bottomed out. Then pulled back and started thrusting.

Your eyes widened and your jaw fell slack. The drag against your walls and the pressure his dick provided on your cervix made you nearly see stars, clouding your vision in a bit of a haze.

“Mmmm!! ‘s so good!” You slurred drunkenly, choking on your moans and cries.

He grunted and moaned above you, keeping a steady rhythm as his balls slapped against your ass.

“Holy shit” he gritted between his teeth, slightly baring them at you while he got caught up in the passion. He squeezed his eyes shut and his head slumped down, hanging from between his shoulders. “You’re gonna make me cum too quick” he panted.

You moaned in response, loving how you were breaking him. He cupped both your tits and gave them a squeeze, edging both of you on more.

“More!! Please!” You didn’t really know what you were asking for but he seemed to know right away.

He pulled out quickly and swiftly flipped you over, pulling you from the hips to scooch your ass up against him. He entered you again easily and plunged all the way in making you moan loudly.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” he grunted as he then started a fast and hard pace, increasing it from the previous pace.

His dick was now reaching so far up into you and satisfying all your sweet spots. He was fucking into you like a bunny in heat, hiking up one of his legs and placing his foot on the table to have a better grasp on you and a better angle to fuck you.

“Fuckkkk!” You screamed, getting your cervix pounding into over and over again. You felt your walls convulsing around him and knew you were getting close.

He pushed your head down into the table, his enormous hand pretty much engulfing the entire size of your head. Your hair fell around your face and was scattered in a complete mess.

“Shit baby, you’re close, huh?” He groaned.

“Yesss! Don’t fucking stop!” You begged and whimpered.

And then you felt your coil snap. The waves of sweet release spread throughout your whole body. Your pussy’s grip on his dick tightened, making him cum right after you.

“Nghh- gonna fill you up” he moaned while still bringing your ass back to meet his hips, slowing down and milking out both your orgasms. His hot cum spurted into your womb, filling you up just like he said.

He finally stopped his slow thrusts and pulled out gently making you whine as you felt some of his cum seep out.

He stepped back to admire his work, taking a mental screenshot of your cream pied cunt. He used his thumb to gather what had dripped and pushed it back into you.

“Your pussy looks best with my cum in it,” he admired.

You rolled over to your side, completely exhausted. You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to lay with you now.

He got your message by the look in your face. “I’m sorry baby but I gotta leave now. As much as I’d rather be stuffed inside you, I gotta get back to my place before my-“ he paused, looking physically pained, “before my family gets back home.”

Of course, you thought to yourself, how the fuck could you forget? Guiltiness flooded your heart, making it physically ache for his wife and kids. You felt terrible. You never liked a homewrecker and now you were a complete hypocrite and felt like a whore.

“Yes, o-of course… I’m sorry,” you offered weakly.

He weakly smiled as a response, pain still in his eyes as the post-nut clarity washed over him and guiltiness attacked his conscious as well.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” And with that he left your hut.

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❤️Revenge of a Raven❤️

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Ittosara content by yours truly! If Sara is out of character, please let me know. I’ve never written her before-

Summary: Basically Itto and Sara are wrestling in an act of play-fighting because Itto is hyperactive and bored and Sara could use some practice.

⚠️TW/CW: non consensual tickles at first, but it doesn’t last long and boundaries are set as an important lesson.⚠️

I wanted to explore the topic and I don’t have the language to explain why (sorry).

Itto tries to tickle Sara because he wants to see her beautiful smile. But it turns out she hates being tickled and gets upset instead, resulting in *him* being on the receiving end. That’s when she finds out the punishment is meaningless since he’s having fun. In the end he apologizes and she forgives him, but continues tickling him until he’s had enough because he’s a cutie.

Word Count: 3360

It’s strange how times can change, isn’t it? That’s what Kujou Sara was thinking anyway. Who would’ve guessed she’d end up loving Arataki Itto of all yōkai? It was almost unbelieveable to her, and yet there she was, sharing a home with this lovable dork. They had been dating for some time now, starting a while after Sara had finally agreed to that street sumo match. It turned out Itto was a great partner, both in love and in sparring. Today was no different, as the energetic oni had initiated a playfight.

“This time I’ll win for sure!” Itto boasted with a confident grin on his face, playfully wrestling his badass girlfriend. He loved her to bits, which showed in his smile.

“Hmph. Don’t get too cocky.” Sara muttered with a smirk. She was usually the one winning their playfights thanks to her speed and precision.

“Just you wait! This time, I’ve got new tricks up my sleeves!” Itto taunted, looking full of mischievous.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try.” Sara replied, challenging him.

“Oh, I will!” And try he did, managing to spin her around and hook his arms under hers in an attempt to win, holding her in place.

“Hngh…! Damn it…” she muttered, realizing he was too strong to pull away from. Well, she could probably just throw him, but this was a playfight, not a serious one.

“Heheheh! Looks like I’ve got the upper hand!” he taunted, holding her relatively tight.

“Hmph! Just you wait, I’m not surrendering yet!” Sara said with a serious tone, planning her next move.

“Well good luck getting out then, lil’ birdie~ hahahahaha!” Ugh, that teasing oni. Someone ought to shut him up to put him in his place, Sara thought. Then, she got an idea.

“Heh. You’re not the only one with tricks, oni.” Sara said with a smug smirk. The way Itto held her wasn’t too tight, and she had gained enough room from the struggle to summon her wings.

“Wha- you gonna fly? Indoors??” Itto questioned, soon realizing his fate was sealed. He’d made a crucial error of fashion choice today, as this was the wrong time to not wear a shirt.

“Not exactly~” Sara replied, quickly fluttering her feathery wings up against Itto’s torso, aiming to tickle her way out of his grip.

“Pfft~ ahahAAH!! Heh- eek! Ahahahaha!! Thahahat’s cheheheating!!” Itto protested and jumped slightly, immediately losing focus. He wasn’t expecting it to tickle so bad, giggling frantically already.

“Cheating? That’s too bad…” Sara replied, keeping up the ticklish wing flaps until the oni was weak enough to escape from. She didn’t try to break free right away though. In truth, she loved hearing that silly laughter, especially when it was confused and flustered sounding like this. Those squirms, snickers and surprised squeaks made her heart skip a beat. Who knew such a rambunctious oni could be so cute?

“Pssh~ heheheheheheh!! Stahahahahap~!” Itto whined, too stubborn to let himself lose in such an embarrassing way.

“Let me go and I might~” she teased, reaching back to tickle his neck with her fingers too, adding to the temporary torment.

“Eek!! Heheheheheh!! Gah, fihihine!!” Itto released Sara and covered himself with his arms, stepping away from those wings of hers. She turned around to face him with a mischievous smirk.

“Hmph, what’s wrong? Giving up that easily, are we?” Sara teased, wiggling her fingers towards him to tease.

“Pfft- don’t even think about it! Just wait til I- whoa!” Itto stepped back nervously, but tripped himself as he’d accidentally walked backwards into the bed and lost balance.

“Watch your six.” Sara teased with a soft laugh, dismissing her wings and taking a seat next to her boyfriend.

“Hey, c’mon! What’s so funny? You smug little-…” Itto asked, trying not to get too distracted by the smile on his girlfriend’s face. She looked so happy and carefree… so beautiful…

“Hahaha…! Looks like I win again, hm?” Sara said, smiling softly and stroked Itto’s cheek. She chuckled to herself, melting his heart. “Heh… it’s crazy how we ended up here like this, isn’t it?” she asked, admiring the oni’s rosy blush.

“Mhm… heheh, I feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the world~!” he said, pulling her down into his arms and hugging her tight.

“Hey! Haha..!” Sara let out a soft laugh, making Itto feel warm.

“I get to have the coolest, most badass girlfriend ever! All to myself~! Hahaha!” Gosh, that sweetheart…

“Pfft, let me go, you brute..!” Sara couldn’t stop smiling, lightly struggling against the other’s grip.

“Aw~ is the little birdie shy~?” Itto teased, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

“Don’t call me that…” Sara muttered, still embarrassed by such a nickname.

“Why not~? It suits you…” Itto said, easing up on his tight hug and switching to a gentler snuggle. Sara sighed and let herself relax, not saying another word as she cuddled closer to the oni.

Ah, what a cozy time. The sun shining in through the blinds, softly lighting up the room as the lovers enjoyed each other’s warmth. They could stay like this for the rest of the day if they wanted to. It was so quiet and nice. Itto held Sara close, his arms wrapped around her waist and her head resting against his shoulder. It felt like heaven to snuggle up with the love of her life. Sara was still surprised by how such a boisterous oni could be so relaxed and gentle. It truly warmed her heart…

“Hmm… so, are we napping now or…?” Itto asked, keeping his voice down in case she felt sleepy.

“Hm… not yet, sweetheart… Let’s just enjoy the moment…” she replied, indeed sounding sleepy as she closed her eyes. So cute…

“Mhm…” Itto agreed, letting out a satisfied sigh as he relaxed with her. All was well and soft until Sara started to get tense.

“Ah… h-hey, d-don’t do that…”

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Hmph… your hand…” Itto had been absentmindedly tracing her side with his nails, most likely in an attempt to do so on her back.

“Yeah…?” He didn’t notice it at first, but moved the hand to her back instead anyway. “Sorry~” Itto didn’t think much of it, keeping his tracings to Sara’s back for a relaxing sensation. The cuddles resumed in soft silence, until a surprised squeak came out of the woman.

“Eep! Itto…!” His hand had slipped down to her waist on accident.

“Huh?” That’s when it clicked. “What was that noise~?” Itto teased, amused by the sound his usually stoic girlfriend had made.

“Erm- ahem… It’s nothing, really. It-... it just felt weird.” Sara said, trying to sound serious despite her nervousness.

“Heheheh! Are you sure~?” Itto didn’t fall for her act though, giving a quick scribble to her waist.

“Eep! Don’t do that!” Sara protested, unable to keep herself from smiling.

“Whaaat? I’m not doing anything~” Itto taunted, chuckling to himself as his tracing slowly approached her side, making her tense.

“Pfft~…! I-Itto…!” Sara gritted her teeth.

“You’re ticklish? That’s so cute!” Itto said, smiling with love as he discovered this adorable trait.

“Sh-Shut it..!” Sara bit her lip, swatting at his hand in protest while trying not to laugh.

“Aw~ c’mon. Lemme see that smile!” Itto teased lovingly, poking at her sides.

“N-No, I- pfft-!” Sara covered her mouth, but didn’t stand a chance once she felt those pokes turn into scribbles. “Tickle tickle tickle~”

“Ihihittohohoho!! Gehehet awahahay!!” She couldn’t stand his teasing, pushing his hands away to prevent the tickling.

“Hehehe! Your laugh is so cute!” Itto didn’t seem to get the hint…

“Stohohop! Thihis is embarrassing!!”

“But we’re the only ones here! No one will know~ I promise I won’t tell!”

“Hahaha…! I said stop!!” Sara’s vision activated, zapping the oni and causing him to let go. “Ack- ow!! What are y-?!” She pinned him down before he could protest, glaring daggers into him before speaking up.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?!” she scolded angrily, a piercing gaze that sent shivers down Itto’s spine.

“I-I was just playing! C-Calm down..!” He stuttered, fearing the intimidating expression on his girlfriend’s face. He’d seen it before, but not like this.

“I told you to stop! I hate being tickled!” She replied, feeling betrayed by his ignorance.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t know..! I- I was just-…!” Itto trailed off as he saw the pain in her eyes. He felt the guilt in his chest upon realizing what he’d done. “I-… I’m sorry…”

Sara sighed, noticing the regret in Itto’s expression. She could tell he didn’t mean any harm, but this wasn’t the first time his excitement had overstepped a boundary. Her grip on him loosened.

“Sara…” Itto spoke up, feeling worried by the silence. “I’m really sorry… I won’t ever do that again!” To his credit, he always took said boundaries very seriously after the fact. He’d always do everything in his power to not make the same mistake again…

After another moment of silence, Sara sighed and spoke up after her mind cleared. “Hm… fine. I’ll forgive you this time.” she said, choosing to trust Itto. She gave him a friendly smile and stroked his cheek. “R-Really…? You’re not mad?” He was surprised, not expecting to have been forgiven so easily.

“Well… I’m not *as* angry anymore, but… I can’t let you off the hook just yet.” Sara said, giving him a small glare. Itto needed to be taught a lesson, and she already knew how. He gulped nervously. “W-What do you mean…?” he asked.

“Hm… well~ I think someone here deserves a punishment for being so mean earlier.” Sara said, a playful look on her face, but a menacing look in her eyes. Itto was still clueless about her intentions though. “Huh…?” He seemed a little spooked.

Sara sighed affectionately, finding his confused expression adorable as always. “Oh, relax. I’m not gonna hurt you, you silly oni. I’m just gonna give you a taste of your own medicine.” she said with a mischievous expression, lightly stroking his cheek to help him feel safer. “W-Wait, what?” Itto was now nervous instead, understanding the threat.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Sara smirked and started tickling Itto, assuming it wouldn’t harm him since they had fun with it during their playfight.

“AAH! WAHAHAHAHAIT!!” Archons, those nails… The way they scribbled across his torso tickled him like crazy already!

“Oh? You’re ticklish, huh? Predictable.” She teased, despite knowing full well already.

“Shuhuhut ihihihit-!! Ahahahahahaha!!” He’d managed to calm his laughter a bit after the initial strike, realizing it wasn’t so bad.

“Well, that’s awfully rude, isn’t it?” She purposely targeted his weaker spots, tickling all around his midriff at a faster pace. “Is that really how you should speak to your girlfriend~?”

“EEK! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!!” Itto threw his head back and laughed loudly, kicking his legs against the bed.

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Ah, who knew vengance was so much fun? The way Itto laughed, the way he squirmed, the way he smiled and blushed so much; it was all so precious and adorable to Sara. But, after a little more of this so-called torture, she showed mercy and stopped tickling the oni.

“See what I mean? It’s not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it?” She questioned, hoping to have taught him a valuable lesson.

“Ahahehe… hehe… I- heheh..! It is~, a-actually..!” Itto admitted, still smiling at Sara as he caught his breath.

“… what?” Certainly not the response she expected, but she wasn’t too surprised.

Itto blushed, feeling a little embarrassed to have admitted such a thing. “Eheh… I- uh…”

“You like getting tickled?” Of course, Sara was expecting him to be silly enough for this…

“Aha, y-yeah..! I kinda thought you did too, for some reason…” It was all making sense now. “I just… I thought it’d be fun! Y’know? I thought we could, like… bond or something, ‘n’ have fun like that, but…” Itto felt a bit embarrassed with his own logic, even though his intentions were harmless. He facepalmed before saying “Ah, I should’ve known better! I should’ve asked first at least, I-… I’m really really sorry…” He felt so stupid for not considering Sara’s feelings. What if she was still mad? What if she felt violated? What if she-?

“Itto…”

“Y-Yeah..?” His anxiety was through the roof until she spoke again, her hand on his cheek for comfort.

“It’s… it’s fine, I forgive you. Just promise me to not do it again, okay? I… I know you didn’t mean any harm.” She understood his intentions. He didn’t tickle her for his own amusement, he did it for her thinking she’d have fun. Of course it didn’t excuse his actions; it merely explained them.

“Besides, you already apologized earlier. I forgive you, okay?” Sara stroked his cheeks and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Itto sighed with relief. “Oh, dude, I was scared for a moment there…! Eheh… thanks for forgiving me.” he said, rubbing his eyes, totally not wiping any tears that spawned from his little emotional rollercoaster.

“Hehe, it’s alright, Itto. You silly oni…” Sara found him endearing regardless, ruffling his hair a little bit as she ran her fingers through it. Their love really was powerful.

“Heh…” Itto smiled, grateful for her comfort. “I- I won’t do it again… I swear on my life.” he said, his serious tone making Sara laugh.

After a moment of fond silence between the two, Sara spoke up with a teasing tone. “So… you like tickles, huh~?”

“Ahah- eh-… w-well, I mean-.. uh…! I never say I hated it…!” Itto stuttered nervously, blushing like a cherry from the topic alone. He knew what was coming…

“Mhm.” Sara noticed some restless movements from her boyfriend, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk. “You want some more? I’ve got plenty of tickles left just for you~…” she teased, wiggling her fingers at him.

“Jfhhdhd…! Don’t say it like that…!” Itto hid his face in his hands, dying of embarrassment.

“Yes or no, darling…?” Sara asked with a silly voice, thoroughly enjoying the exchange.

“… y-… yes…?” Itto replied shyly, nervously peeking at her from behind his hands. Sara felt like she’d been shot by Cupid’s arrow, seeing that adorably shy expression on the otherwise “tough” oni’s face. “Tch… you adorable dork. Hold still.”

“Wha- pff- Heheheh-! ACK- GWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto’s laughter returned the moment Sara started tickling him again, scribbling her tickly nails all over his ribs and sides. She thought to herself, is he actually enjoying this? It was hard to believe he’d be having fun, given how unpleasant tickling could be.

She observed his expression, noticing how happy he looked. She was one to notice little details like that… the way his face and his laughter were full of joy rather than discomfort… It was both confusing and adorable to witness. She loved him so much…

“Hm~… are you alright, darling?” Sara paused her tickles to admire his flushed smile and let him catch his breath.

“Eheh… heh… huff… m-man..! Why’d you stop..?” Itto asked shyly, looking all cute and silly. Sara’s heart melted in an instant. She didn’t say anything before tickling him more, making him laugh a lot again.

“Ugh… you’re too damn cute!” She growled, having cute aggression upon him and tickling his neck.

“Pfft~!! Ehehehee~! I’m nohohohot!” Itto protested through his giggles, playfully pushing her hands away.

“You are~! Gosh I could just squish you to death~” Sara teased, pausing to kiss his cheeks before squeezing his sides rapidly.

“ACK-!! Ahahahahahahaha!! Shuhut uhuhuhuhup!!”

“Oh? Watch your tone, mister!” Sara scolded, tickling him all over his midriff again, since that whole area made him laugh more.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto was having so much fun, getting tickled silly by the love of his life. It was a dream he didn’t know he had coming true, and he was having the time of his life.

“Say you’re sorry!” Sara demanded playfully. It felt nice to have power over him…

“PFFT~ NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto shook his head, refusing to give up, but Sara stopped anyway to give him a break.

“Oh? You sure you wanna keep that attitude~?”

“Aheh… hah..! Heheh…! Whuh…?” Itto froze, eyes widening as Sara’s free hand held one of her own feathers. It must’ve fallen from her wings during their little tussle earlier. “W-Wait a sec-..! D-Don’t you dare!” he squirmed nervously, giggling as her hand inched closer. She had yet to get off of him though, so he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Say you’re sorry~” Sara teased, using the feather to target his ears, making him swear and giggle his head off. “Shihihihihit!!”

“Watch your language~” Sara teased, tickling under his chin with her other hand to tease him, switching from ear to ear with the feather.

“SHUT UP!! Pfft~ hehehehe-! Fuhuhuhahahahack!! Nahahat the ears~!!” He wasn’t expecting to be so sensitive to that damn thing. It tickled worse than anything he’d ever felt! …well, not really, probably. It was hard to tell.

“Tickle tickle tickle~ Say you’re sorry~” Sara teased in that dreadful sing-song voice, switching to tickle both of his ears at the same time, the mixed sensation driving him crazy.

“EEK!! N-Hahahahahahaha!! STAAHP!! I’m sohohorrehehEHEHEE!!” Itto squealed, reaching his limit at this point.

“Yeah, you better be!” Sara responded, her tickles slowing down and coming to a stop, her hands resting on his shoulders.

“Ahaha.. hehehe…! *hic* hahahaha..! N-No more…!” Itto stuttered, giddy with giggles as he slowly calmed down.

Sara sighed fondly, stroking the oni’s hair. “Oh, Itto… what am I going to do with you…?” She was so in love… he looked beautiful like this, all red and silly…

“Eheh… heh… *hic*…”

“Awh… you okay, baby? I’m sorry if I went too far…”

“Hehe~… I’m-… I’m okay…!” Itto managed to catch his breath fully after a while, letting himself relax knowing the game was done.

“Hm.. you look tired. Why don’t we call it quits here and take a nap?” Sara suggested, cupping Itto’s face in her hands.

“Heh~… I’d like that… you owe me a kiss though…”

“A kiss? Hm… I can do better.” Sara teased, tender love in her smile as she leaned down to kiss Itto, planting gentle and loving smooches all over his face.

“Mmf~ hehehe! Hey~!” Itto protested half-heartedly, giggling softly as he felt flustered.

“Hush, pretty boy. Your face is my canvas~” Sara teased, kissing him some more.

“Hehehe! No it’s not~!” Itto giggled as he was kissed silly, half-heartedly complaining even though he loved the attention.

“It is~ You adorable dork!” Sara gently squished his face with her hands in the name of cute aggression before her touch became gentler. As she admired his lipstick covered face, she couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“Staahp…! It’s not funny~” Itto protested, giggling along with her laughter.

“Hahahaha~! Oh, you’re the cutest thing ever…” She chuckled, thinking to herself: “Gods, I wouldn’t be caught dead saying that a year ago. Time really flies.”

“You’re so mean! Heheh…!” Itto protested.

“Haha~ oh come on…” Sara rolled her eyes before she lightly moved off of Itto, reaching into her bedside table for a wet wipe. She kept a few there just in case. “Let me clean that off. Your face is a mess~” she teased, smiling at him.

“H-Heh… go ahead, princess~” Itto teased lightly, absolutely smitten by her. She gently held his chin, guiding him to tilt his head in certain ways as she wiped the kisses away. Lipstick, as the name suggests, goes on the lips, not the face like that. It’s not like such a small layer would do any harm of course, but… it couldn’t hurt to be careful.

The tender love and care didn’t stop there, though. After she was done wiping his face clean and tossing away the trash, the two switched their positions to get comfier in the bed, snuggling up to one another. Sara’s nails traced gently across Itto’s back, soothing him to sleep. The result wasn’t entirely intended, but he did need the rest regardless.

She’d totally wake him up with that feather later. Just… on his back instead so that he wouldn’t die.

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My running commentary for ep. 6 of Love Sea spans six (!) entire pages in my notes compared to my usual 2-4 so imma toss em all up on here for a change, gonna get back to specific language things in a new post later but i'm too lazy rn to explain any thai in my comments lol (i'll just link y'all previous explanations if applicable 👍 here's to 'teaching' thai by straight-up pushing you into the water and hoping you'll start flapping your arms enough to qualify as swimming lmao)

Rak อ้อน's, smiles sweetly, asks to eat at home to honor mut's cooking

'or bc the feelings have changed already?' MUT'S IN LOVE 😭

Title: ตอนที่ หึงคืออาการของคนมีความรัก

why does rak อ้อน so much omg 😭

bro. when mut stops vi from telling him about prin, saying he'd prefer hearing it from rak once he opens up to him, and vi says: 'Don't let this end as just a transaction.' 🥹 พี่วีเอ็นดูหมุดไปแล้ว she loves her best friend and clearly thinks mut is so good for rak 🥺

soft tone, plink-plank music and a sweet smile but the line- "คุณเพิ่งด่าไอ้เด็กเหี้ยนั่นว่า เอาเวลาว่างไปหาอะไรใส่หัว ดีกว่าเสือกเรื่องของคนอื่น ผมไม่อยากเป็นคนเหี้ยครับ" ("You just told that bitch to invest her time in educating herself instead of being nosy. I don't want to be like her.") lmaooo

'usually everyone hears about me from someone else' :<

the word subbed as gigolo that rak uses to describe his father is แมงดา - can mean pimp or male prostitute or gigolo but certainly comes from how male horseshoe crabs will cling onto a female's back during mating season, taking advantage of its mate, and is thus used to disparage men who benefit off of women financially

that lil kiss on the top of rak's head? surely fort adding on haha

Vi all alone, looking kinda blue, while mook งอน's, keeps rejecting her calls, and tries to distract herself by going out with friends (one of which is clearly Som Supatsorn from Cosmos <3)

Mut's allowed in rak's room!!!

the way rak manhandles mut into exactly the position he wants to cuddle in 🥹

he really is so cat-like <3

oho. i can already see the commentary coming about how mut started touching rak without consent/while he's sleeping 🌚 don't listen to the haters, p'may, that entire scene was piping hot and this is fiction anyway

love that mut calls them คุณมุก and พี่วี :) really goes to show the difference in familiarity levels

fucking love how shocked both kom and mut are to see each other here 😂 and how dumb-struck and speechless mut is bc he doesn't know how to explain lmao

Mut: "อย่างที่มึงคิดนั้นแหละ กูโดนซื้อมา" - Kom: 🤦‍♂️

lmao rak looks so pouty-jealous AND TATTLES ON KOM TO CONNOR 🤣

so interesting to me that connor and rak use ฉัน/นาย with each other

Kom uses ผม/คอนเนอร์

I can't believe mut just found out that rak and connor used to sleep with each other and didn't connect the dots before djsjshdhw not true actually, I read too much into the dialogue and know now from reading even just the prologue of Love Sea that they're really just best friends

this fight is so funny55555

Ugh i love this. seeing the besties bitching to each other, how comfortable they feel in each other's homes, just everything about their behavior makes it so clear how close they are! (same for kom and mut too)

Vi: "1-10?" - Rak: "หงุดหงิดระดับ 8 อยากง้อแต่กลัวเสียฟอร์ม พอใจมึงยัง" I LOVE THIS

Vi is such a schemester 🤣

love that mut sits by the water as he's stressing about rak while on the phone with kom

I've only had meena for a minute and i already love the girl 🥺 loves mint-choc icecream, calls herself เค้า with ing-ing (and she does so too), the cutest haircut, walking holding hands with her friend, and she really is a clever girl

this actress is so talented for her age wow

Mut honey 🥺 the fact that he starts to ง้อ by disparaging himself like nooo rak would never think of you that way, he doesn't care about the money or contract at all!

nooo the way rak talks to his niece 😭❤️

Meena 😂 i love her

love how น้ารัก sounds so close to น่ารัก :)

she's 13, gotcha

Meena: "งั้น ให้พี่มุกมารับมีนาก็ได้ไง" Rak, smiling: "ไม่ได้ มุกมันตัวแค่นั้นนะ" :>

Meena's reactions are everything 🤣

immediately calls mut พี่

Mut: "ไม่สิ พี่จะทำให้เขา ต้องรัก พี่" ("No. I'm going to make him 'must love' me.") -> throwback to the scene where he said he couldn't possibly ask someone like khun tongrak to ต้องรักคนอย่างผม (or sth like that)

this kid55555 love that she just declares I'm gonna call you น้าหมุด and you've no choice in this lmao, also switching from หนู to มีนา

Mut: "วันนี้คุณว่าง่ายกว่าปกตินะ" ("You're surprisingly docile today.") ว่าง่าย = docile, obedient, submissive, compliant, to listen well!

me, this entire episode: peat's eyes are so gorgeous

"Go ahead and do it." 🙅‍♀️ "อยากทำก็ทำ" = wanna do it then do it/if you wanna do it then go ahead

omg 🥺 "ผมเป็นของคุณอยู่แล้ว" ("I'm all yours.")

🫢 the implication here that mut is fucking rak's mouth HOLY diddly dOO

not only do we get to see that of fucking course was vi fibbing up a storm about her grandma but we also get to hear chanya speak french 🥰

I. Love. This. Show!

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I'm really glad you're liking my thoughts on the Eldritch farm AU, because they're taking off like a runaway train without me.

Anyway, what if Yoko and Enid getting brought back by their wives is how they become a vampire/werewolf respectively?

Like, when Enid comes back (why would she come back? what would she come back from?) wakes up a few days later, she notices the hair on her arms is growing fast, too fast, way too fast. Her teeth are cutting the inside of her mouth, she can smell the pigs and cows from across the property. The silver silverware, the only nice thing that came with the farm when she bought it, bites into her skin no matter how delicately she holds it.

And Yoko swears swEaRs SWEARS that she remembers getting her arm caught and crushed in the grape press, laying on the floor bleeding out, yet here she is sitting drinking some of her own wine with her wife. But it's not as satisfying as it was, is supposed to be. She knows this batch is perfect like all of them, but to her it's so dry, too dry. The deep red color of it is enticing though, almost...almost... The shades she used to wear for fashion are now a necessity, as the sun always seems too bright in her eyes. She stays up later and later into the night, counting bottles in the cellar and nails in the wall and motes of dust in the air.

And of course, their wives are there to support them through it all.

They meet in the afternoons now and they stare.

"you look like shit," yoko blurts out and Enid scrunches her nose at that as they both sit down in their usual spots.

"you're the one dressed like a cripple! With those glasses of yours."

Yoko gasps affronted and Enid blinks at the bit too long canines. Wow alright.

"now that's just rude, Enid."

yoko taps at the table and there's a silence as the two squinted at each other.

"we're different," Enid notes as she reaches over to give a squeeze on her best friend's cold cold hands

Yoko laughs, a wet one, one of someone lowkey in denial. "I know but atleast I'm not the only one."

Enid follows along, shaking her head as her hands go around Yoko's shoulder to pull her into a side hug. "hey atleast you don't feel like chasing everything in sight."

"you sure you changed? Because that sounds like regular behavior to me-"

Yoko gets shoved and her laugh turns a bit more real, a lil more genuine.

"o fuck off!" Enid roars before pulling her friend back into a hug. "atleast I don't feel like a talking ice cube!"

Yoko lays her head and the unknown werewolf didn't need to see to know she was rolling her eyes. "yeah and you feel like a damn furnace"

Enid pouts. "you complain now but just you wait until winter comes, I'll watch as you take those back!"

"tartarus no!" yoko yells, shoving Enid away as she stands up. "get your grubby paws away from me, don't you dare insinuate getting between me and my divine's time."

Enid pauses from her spot on the floor. "divine?" she teases and Yoko freezes.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

A crow flaps it's wings over head before settling by a nearby roof. It watches, silent as a buzz of another bird comes close. A hummingbird titters nearby.

"you call her divine!?" Enid guwaffs.

Yoko stands her ground. "your wife is literally named after a day in the week, you can't say shit-"

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Anyways, they may be losing their mind but they're losing their mind together and with a wife so clearly everything is okay

Ty again insomination, I do very much love these asks

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Anonymous asked:

Hey… uh… Sal here (Sally Face), I'm bored, so I want to do the ask game thing… Not sure if I set this up right, so uh.. sorry if it isn't formatted correctly…

1 Canon Fanon "Fanon fails and triumphs: what is something that is so common in fanon depictions of you and not present in canon that is either horribly inaccurate or scarily accurate" Fails:

Making my PROSTHETIC a mask…

[Yes, I do wear a mask over top of the prosthetic usually… but my actual prosthetic is NOT a mask… I understand that for cosplay you might need a mask… but my prosthetic isn't a mask…]

People making my scars "burns"

[I was shot. By. A. Goddamn. SHOTGUN That's not "burn" scars… HALF MY FACE WAS BASICALLY BLOWN OFF!]

People who draw me with both eyes fully intact.

[Like… if you're drawing me with my glass eye in, then thanks! you're actually representing me well… me me… yk right. my left eye was damaged beyond repair from the shot, and I used a glass eye. I had a lot of fun colors, actually… it was fun once I got used to it. Kind of like braces… it was an extra form of self expression.]

Anyone who ships me with Larry…

[Like… I get it, shipping is gonna get… interesting… but Larry's my stepbrother and also our types do not intersect. I used to talk to him about romance shit, but that's because he listened… I'm not fucking or kissing him– that'd be really weird…]

Treating me like two different 'versions' of myself

[I've seen a lot of 'Sal' vs 'Sally Face' content… and like… there isn't a difference? I'm still Sal… those 'differences' are my mood swings… and just my neurodivergence in general. Yeah, I'm all over the place, but it's not two separate people or identities. At least not for me.]

Triumphs:

Anyone who HCs me as trans

[I'm AFAB Intersex, but I identify as a guy, or… well, a demiboy. but I am technically trans. cause I don't identify with the AFAB assignment. Also, yes, trans me isn't cannon source material, but what IS cannon source material is me being chill with dressing femme; which I also am, on occasion!]

Any stimming content

[I stim and to an extent, tic a LOT, both vocal and motor. mostly hand flapping, foot tapping, spinning and snapping. vocally I don't know why but I say 'whheeee!' like a little kid, I click my tongue and I used to whistle but apparently we don't know how to do that now– :/ So anyone who SHOWS that is incredibly right and it makes me feel seen.]

Anyone who actually keeps me skinny [or just SLIGHTLY chubby] and not buff as hell in their fanart

[I was NOT super athletic… like, yeah, I had muscle.. but I wasn't buff. And I didn't eat all that much, or that consistently plus I had a fast metabolism… so I was skinny. Like… yeah I'm better now about not being THAT skinny, but I was still skinny… I'm not a body builder…]

2 Canon Pets "did you have any pets (canon or otherwise) in source? canon creatures. Yknow /nf"

Gizmo 💙

[my idiot little goober cat. I miss him a lot, but we have cats here too which is nice. I just wish they were as cuddly as he was..]

3 LGBT Canons Tell me about your genders and / or sexualities in your canons! It can be in detail [out of the closet or not, how your life went, who was your fellow lgbts or your bestie allies, etc, etc] or it can be just a lil list! Gender -

Well, I'm a FtM (AFAB) Intersex guy… demiboy to be exact. Aside from dude gender feels, I'm pretty genderless, actually… so I guess I'd describe myself as a mix of masculine and agender or gendervoid?

Sexuality -

I'm not entirely sure tbh… I know I'm on the ace spectrum [I can feel sexual attraction but I'm disgusted/repulsed by the idea of sexual intimacy], I'm nebularomantic. I'm usually only attracted to guys, but anyone can be hot, and I have no idea what my type is. So if I had to put labels I'd say I'm autochorissexual, nebularomantic and omniattracted? [omniattracted isn't a thing- oops… basically omniromantic and omnisexual at the same time like… or… the omni label across all forms of attraction I guess? …okay yeah, omniattracted is a thing to my brain now–]

Uhh.. for other a hotdog magician people I knew, if I'm being honest it was pretty much everyone… we were a bunch of a hotdog magician little freakazoids [in a good way] well… at least that's how my friend group was. To quote Nirvana: "Our little group has always been / And always will until the end"

[be a hotdog magician little weirdos, we will always be a hotdog magician weirdos.]

Sorry for how long this is.. hope y'all are having a good day, and uh.. yeah.

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Additional knowledge: making pockets is really easy and fun!

No pictures cause we die like men or something but you will need

fabric 2x the size you want the pocket to be

bias tape/ribbon/ribbon cut fabric etc enough to go around your waist and tie, extra if you want to bind the edges

needle and thread/sewing machine and thread

scissors

pins if you want to be fancy but anything to make sure pieces don't shift while you work

pen and paper/something to make a pattern OR pattern!

For your pattern, you can be inspired by this post, or just make your own by tracing a shape of your choice around your hand. To pattern the slit (wink wonk) too, cut a slit in the flat top of the pattern. You might have to experiment with size, cause different hand sizes and fabric types etc

Now we have all our pocket supplies!

Next:

cut the fabric according to your pattern. then do that again again, but add a cut straight down from the middle of the flat top edge (hand slit) in this one

if you wanna be fancy, this is where you bind the edge of the slit. i suck at binding off edges with corners, i honestly just fold and hope and pray so that is my suggestion here. i have no better advice. attach the bias tape on either side of the hand slit by folding it around the two edges and then running it over with the machine and praying

wrong sides out (if you have a fabric with a wrong side) attach the two sides of the pocket to each other

turn your work right side out (pull it all through the hand slit)

(the word slit is starting to lose all meaning)

again, if you want to be fancy, bind the long edge of the pocket (not the flat top!) apply prayer as needed. you can also sew another line like 0.5cm from the edge if you hate binding off edges

tie time! fold your ties over the flat edge of the pocket and attach. if you're fancy, close up the ties all the way, if you just want cool pocket, turn that single line on the flat edge into a lil square.

you did it! you have a pocket!

if you want you can decorate it however, you can embroider too, but i usually see people do that on the fabric before cutting. but again. that's if you wanna be fancy

pair with whatever garment you want. ren faire skirts, dungarees, high waisted jeans, i don't fucking know, they're pockets. you've got space to store whatever you want now! if you wanna wear it on the outside and feel secure you can add a flap, too

fun fact: pocket was medieval slang for vagina.

today you have learned.

Pocket

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Fashion Museum Bath via Twitter

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!! pls tell me about Quarters for the WIP grab bag meme! :)

Sure, SK!

Quarters are a type of currency, but I am mostly familiar with the American or Canadian kind, representing both of us in this instance I suppose, and

I'm just kidding! Love to make a quarter joke just a little money humor for you here haha

I have technically already talked about it a little bit BUT because you do not go here (homestuck) I am never above both talking about it MORE (because I secretly love talking about this stuff) and also trying to explain it in a way that makes sense for a Non-Homestuck in this instance (keyword here: try lol).

(Future Novie here: i have decided i am putting this under a cut lmao.)

Hmm where to start hmmmhmhm. Basically, the main main character is a dude who grew up in an experimental cloning facility but was raised separate from the others with one (1) whole friend and so had kind of a weird upbringing but eventually grows up and makes a series of mistakes that culminate in him working alongside (though not technically for) a group of people that put him in contact, and doing a Huge Favor for another, larger, and admittedly Worse group of people. I'm using the term "people" to generalize. There are aliens. Multiple kinds but the general shape is humanoid.

He is given a Gift, and this gift ruins his life.

It ends (and our story begins) with him isolated from the only family he has ever known, working as a glorified work hound for a person who does not really want him as her weird purse dog at all, and both of them under the thumb of someone much larger, and much crueler. He is not entirely himself, at least fifty percent of the time, and that is sure something I decided to incorporate into this.

The other non-main but unfortunately I've roped into this is a person who fell into favor with the same dude, but instead of being given a Gift he was given a Job, except he was not necessarily given the opportunity to turn down this job, and he as Free Will but is not Free To Go Home, u feel???

anyway so it is like that, currently. I have like. all backstory but still have to sit down and write more than just character interactions bc eventually my sad plot will need like, an actual middle and end LOL

thanks, SK, for letting me ramble heh

oh and the codename for this au is Gutterball, but it doesn't have a real name yet bc i'm unsure how deep into the Joaks i wanna go!

here is a snippet (edit: i got carried away) that means nothing to u but it feels like it's been part of the wip game so i will share with u:

"Come," she says, bringing you to heel, and you are beyond eager to obey, a wire fit and ready to snap, so quick to lope after her, to fall into step just behind. If one were perceptive enough, they may even imagine you are using her as a shield. "Leaving so soon?" The tone is enough to freeze you in your tracks, and it is against your will when your heels dig in, grinding you both to a halt. Your boss (though perhaps boss is wrong, because truly what is she other than your keeper?) pivots just enough to make her glare known, and you rotate as she turns, far enough behind that her weapon of choice would not hit you, if it came to that. She never speaks English. She very rarely uses Alternian. "What the fuck else could you possibly want, you wretched creature?"

[snowblossomreads]

Young And Beautiful

Summary: In where Severus wonders how someone so beautiful could love him.

Pairing: Female Reader x Severus Snape

Warning(s): body image issues, implied age gap, a bit of angst but also all the fluff to combat it (I'm too weak to write straight angst haha)

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Hoo boi it's been a while! In something totally different from the last two fics I wrote here is a lil comforting Sev fic bc I love him 🥺🥺and Alan's portal of Snape, even if he was twice the age of what the books had was perfect (also dad bod 🙏). Soo, I kind of just said why don't we just run with that, so Sev is like in his 50s or something in here and probably OOC bc love does that to you I guess.

A/N+: Is the title bc of that Lana Del Rey song yes lol. I'll stop rambling now enjoy!!

“For fucks sake!”

The sharp exclamation that reverberated around the room caused [Y/n] to jump in place and drop the lipstick she was about to apply onto the vanity with a faint ‘thud’.  A squeak of surprise left her lips as she poked her head out of the bathroom, eyes quickly falling onto the back of her husband who was standing in front of the closet mirror. 

She watched as he tugged at the arms of the black outer coat incessantly, frustrated curses leaving his lips as with one pull to one arm's sleeve, the other would roll up in sync with it. Bemused, she wordlessly made her way over to his side, a hand laying upon his forearm as she examined the contrasting expressions on their features in the mirror.

“What’s wrong darling?” 

Her hand rubbed his arm in a pacifying manner while she placed soft kisses against his clothed forearm before laying her head against it.

“The last time I saw you this irritated is when our sweet baby boy somehow melted our floor with his vomit.”

They both couldn’t help but pause to wince at that memory. It was a long story that started with irritation that morphed into a slight panic, but it was indeed the confirmation that their little boy was a wizard. While her expression changed into serene amusement still thinking about that, his only went from a grimace to a muted frown at the current struggle. 

“It’s these damn buttons!”

Usually deft fingers fiddled with said irritants yet still having issues with some of them closing caused a loud scoff to leave his lips before he let his hands drop to his side in a defeated manner.

“As you see they won’t close.” 

Taking a step in front of him and running her fingers against the cloth, she pulled gently on the flaps of the coat and noticed that while they did meet it wasn’t without a bit of effort. It couldn’t be comfortable considering the grunt Severus had let out when she did try to tug the pieces together so she let the fabric go.

“When was the last time you wore this?” She questioned strolling behind him, fingers reaching from behind him and latching onto the lapel of the coat. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he yanked at one of the sleeves before foregoing it all together and with clenched teeth gritted out,

“I don’t know, a year, two, what does it matter? We are going to be late!”

“Well my dear husband,” she started gently, pulling the coat off of him and tossing it on the bed behind them, it making a soft ‘fwuff’ sound when it landed, “it looks like those are too small and we need to take a trip to Madam Malkin’s. I’m sure transfiguring some other dark cloth on it for the time being will work though.” 

Standing on tiptoes and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, she turned to go back into the bathroom to continue getting ready. Grabbing the lipstick that had rolled into the sink after she walked away, a little huff escaped her noticing that the fall had damaged it and smashed the delicate tip of the cosmetic. 

“Tsk, damn it.”

A sigh left her as she placed the tube back down and glared at it to make sure it stayed in place while she went to retrieve her wand to fix it. Pleased that it wasn’t rolling about, she began to make her way to the nightstand on her side of the bed, only to stop when she noticed Severus was no longer standing at the mirror but sitting on the side of the bed with his head down cradled in his hands.

“Sev what’s wrong?” 

The frown that tugged at her lips was an automatic response to his dour position and she was by his side in an instant when he didn’t respond. One arm was strewn around his broad shoulders while another found its way to the hand covering his face. Delicate fingers stroked the skin beneath her thumb before she leaned down briefly to place a feathery soft kiss against his knuckles.

“Darling what’s bothering you?” Her voice came out in a hushed manner while she continued to caress his hand in hopes of giving him comfort while eyeing him with concern. There was only silence between them as he kept his face buried in his palms making no move to answer her. 

“Severus-”

“Even after all this time, I still don’t understand,” he cut her off with an elongated weary sigh, hands dropping from his face, and landing on his lap in a clenched fist. Her hand that had been holding his fell to her own lap as she waited for him to speak. 

“Why someone so...so young and beautiful would want to be with me?"

From the sharp inhale of breath that filled her lungs, it was clear that [Y/n] hadn’t been prepared for the statement that fell from his lips. It was no secret that when they started dating, he had some insecurities about himself even if he tried to hide them between harsh words and sneers that would make even the most battle-hardened wizard shiver. 

There were many arguments that stemmed from those insecurities and some of hers too that lead to tear-filled nights. But they always worked through them together, never wanting to leave things unsaid whenever something hurtful might have been said out of anger. 

In time the bond between the two of them strengthened, and the arguments became words of encouragement and love, and well here they were now, husband and wife along with a little boy. 

So to say she was surprised when she heard him say this was an understatement. At first, she didn’t know how to respond, too stunned and caught off guard by such a sudden confession. It wasn’t until she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding that she let her question out, voice wavering a bit,

“W-What are you going on about Severus?”

“Look at me!” Sharp words came out with a tone of bitterness as he balled his hands into tight fists causing blue veins to contrast with pale skin. His lips were turned downward in a scowl while his eyebrows were knitted together, summoning the frown marks that had rarely made an appearance nowadays. 

“An old, bitter, hideous man who can’t even fit into my own clothing,” he snarled, bringing his fists down against his legs with each insult he threw at himself.

It was done with such force that each time he struck his leg, her own hands twitched immediately wanting to grab him and stop him from hurting himself. “That is what I’m going on about [Y/n]! I cannot comprehend why you ever chose me when you could have had your pick of the lot someone who could-” 

“Enough!”

[Y/n] voice rang around them firm and clear as she found herself shooting up from his side not wanting to hear any more of his self-deprecating diatribe.  

“Severus, listen to me.” She dropped to her knees next to his legs, hands reaching out and taking his balled-up fist into them. “Stop saying those horrid things about yourself because you are none of them do you understand? You are hardly old, and even so we all age, we all grow old so what does it matter?”

Pausing, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his knuckles before her eyes traveled up to look at him. When their eyes met, she felt a pang of sorrow grow in her chest as she took in his miserable expression. 

His lips still turned downward in a frown and dark eyes were watering as he tried to focus on her but all he could think about was how she would have been better without him. But she didn’t think that. Never in a million years, that’s why she was with him. In her mind, no other person could hold a candle to him, the man she loved and cherished with every fiber of her being.

“You call yourself bitter, yet tell me how could a bitter man love me so well?” She continued, this time placing a kiss against the top of his clothed leg which twitched at the action. Her eyes sparkled at him with hopes that he could feel the earnestness of her words, and if not, it was an open invitation for him to look and feel how much she loved him.

“You make me so happy every day I get to wake up beside you! Besides, how could someone bitter raise our son to be such a sweet and loving boy.”

Even with her words, she could see there was still doubt in his expression. His eyes still held hesitancy in them and his hands were still clenched with such force she was sure there would be imprints of his nails on his palm. So she continued more than willing to give him the praise and comfort that he needed from her because he so deserved it. 

“And hideous my love?” 

Releasing his hand from her grip, [Y/n] trailed her fingers up from his thigh all the way up to right above his heart before a smirk crossed her lips. Even in that solemn moment, Severus could feel the mischievous energy radiating off of her with the look she was giving him. Before he could even say anything though, he felt her hand leave for a moment before he was pushed back against the bed. 

A watery choked gasp escaped his throat as he tried to cover his tear-filled eyes with his forearm but she was having none of that. Quickly she straddled herself on top of his hips, legs spread on opposite sides of him as she grabbed his arm and brought it to her lips. Their eyes met briefly before she placed her lips on his palm, kissing the pale flesh and drawing another gasp from him.

“You are the most handsome.” 

She started, laying his hand down on the bed and leaning down to press her lips against his midsection before trailing kisses up to his chest just right above his heart.

“Most alluring.”

She continued whispering against him, laying herself on top of him now, as she went to press her lips softly against his neck. The side where faded yet visible scars stood testament to the horror he had endured years ago. It was something he hated looking at it for years yet she wasn’t once disgusted by him for it.

His breath hitched at the contact, and the soft whimper that left his lips was accompanied by a stray tear escaping at her action as he stared at the ceiling.  Pressing one more kiss to his neck, she continued to trail her lips across his throat, stopping for a moment to watch how his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed before kissing it too. 

“And most enchanting, man I’ve ever had the honor to set my eyes on,” she finished with a kiss to the tip of his nose before brushing her lips against his own, “and nothing anyone can say, including you, will ever change my mind about this!”

“[Y/n].”  

“Shh,” she hushed him before he could say anything more and closed the minuscule distance between their lips. 

Reflectively they both let out a moan at the contact that brought warmth to both of their faces. One of Severus’ arms wrapped around her waist while the other found home on the back of her head and he cradled her close. All thoughts of being late to their reservation were lost as they enveloped each other with their warmth. 

Their lips were soft against each other as they pulled back only to fill their lungs with air before delving back into one another. Quiet sighs and groans escaped them as they lost their sense of time with one another.

Hands roamed over each other in a soothing manner that made the safe comforting feeling they had feel more intense. Both of their hearts squeezed at that.

It was [Y/n] who finally pulled away from him much to his chagrin. She wore a warm smile on her face as she maneuvered herself so that they could both gaze at each other. Neither said anything to the other as they lay in each other's presence finding that at that moment nothing else needed to be said. 

They laid undisturbed for a while, the only noises around them were birds chirping outside signaling that the day was slowly coming to an end, and the soft sounds of their breathing.

As the singing of the birds continued, both of them slowly began to get up from their places on the bed. There was a peaceful stillness between them as they each made their way to separate areas of the room to finish getting dressed. 

Severus grabbed the offending coat from earlier and began to search the closet for a similar one he had while [Y/n] went to retrieve her wand as she was doing so earlier and made her way back into the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before she was standing at the door, just finishing putting on a sensible pair of heels that she felt arms wrap around her waist and a kiss being pressed on the top of her head. A delighted hum escaped her lips as she turned around to get a look at Severus, a joke on the tip of her tongue about male and female stereotypes about getting ready.

But it fizzled as quickly as it came when she found herself ogling him. Eyes drinking in the way the coat from earlier that had caused distress was now draped on him in a manner that accentuated his waist quite nicely. She knew for a fact that she probably had the derpiest lopsided smile on her face as she kept eyeing her husband up and down.

“Oh my Merlin Severus Snape, are you trying to get me sent to Azkaban?” 

That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from the way his eyebrows shot up in a bewildered expression as [Y/n] hands flew to his waist and began to smooth her hand against the coat. Eyes gleaming as she kept ogling at how good he looked, she continued with her spew, enthusiasm and sincerity dripping off of each word.

“Because if any witch or wizard has the same thoughts I’m having about you right now at this dinner I will duel them to the death.”

A choked cough (or laugh) left his lips as he turned away from her in an attempt to cover the blush that was creeping up from her words. While said in jest, there was a hint of seriousness in her tone that had him believe that she would probably duel someone in the middle of a restaurant for staring. 

“Thank you my love, I’m glad I inspire you so much that you would risk going to Azkaban because of unsolicited ogling but,” he murmured, going in to wrap his arms around her waist causing her to mimic his action and laying her head against his chest enjoying being in his embrace. “It is my preference that you not be sent there as I'm quite fond of you. Plus I think our little boy would be quite upset with his mum.”

“Oh, you are worth so much more risk than that! But you are right,” she said, eyes flickering up to him and a content smile on her face while she studied the bemused expression he wore. “I’m quite happy with our little family so I’ll try to rein in my possessiveness.”

“I think the other patrons and myself would appreciate that,” he answered as he loosened his grip around her and brought a hand up to cup her cheek. His fingers stroked the supple skin causing her to nuzzle his palm happily enjoying the warmth that radiated off it.  

“And [Y/n]?”

“Yes, that's me!” 

“Thank you.”

She didn’t know when her eyes closed, but she found them opening at his word of gratitude and meeting his own. Those dark inky pools that by nature should only be capable of holding a perceived coldness were warm and welcoming to her as they held each other gazes. 

“For what?” 

“You of all people know it is no secret that I have my…flaws. I’m a grumpy old man that can’t be bothered to deal with most people,” he sighed as he went to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes closed eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “And sometimes I wonder how someone so radiant like you could wake up each day and be happy with me. ”

“Oh Severus, we all have flaws, they make us who we are and give us interest and you have many more good things about you that negate them,” she beamed up at him, her hand going up to push a stray strand of hair away from his face. 

“And sure you may be grumpy sometimes but that’s okay because,” she mused while going onto her tippy toes and pressing her lips against his cheek. A smile sat on her features when she pulled away and she took in the questioning raise of his eyebrow and that quirk of his lips. “You let me kiss you more when you’re grumpy so I don’t mind it at all.”

His nostrils flared a bit at the sudden escape of air that left him at her playful words and before she knew it, he had leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead. Their noses brushed affectionately against each other's due to the closeness and he murmured a quiet, 

“Silly girl.”

Before placing another swift kiss on her lips and straightening up leaving [Y/n] with a dreamy smile as she looked up at him. 

“But I’m your silly girl who is very happy with you and will love you until the end of time with all your flaws!”

Shoulders that had been tense the whole evening had dropped and the unsure expression that clouded his features began to dissipate at her confession.

He had felt silly about the way he acted early on, letting his emotions control him as if he were a petulant child, yet she didn’t miss a beat in trying to make him think differently with words of encouragement and love. She made him feel safe, she always had and he was so very thankful that she was with him. 

The thought had his lips curling upwards into not a grin, but a smile, the first real smile that he had given her that day and he could all but feel her happiness radiate around him as she returned it with her own. Her smile, soft and delicate, was similar to his tone when he responded to her with,

“I know you will.”

A/N: I hope you guys liked it!! Please let me know if you do and don't be scared to drop a comment I love hearing what yall have to say❤❤!

[jack-o-cel]

[continues thinking about my Elden Ring modern au]

Here's some lil things lol

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The Radahn, Rykard, Ranni, and Blaidd household

Ranni trying to study for finals, but her brothers are being obnoxiously loud in the background.

Blaidd is trying his best to help Ranni focus, but is just creating more noise and distractions

Eventually Ranni snaps and bursts into the living room to tell her brothers to stfu, but only to find them wrestling over who's turn it is to watch tv.

Radahn is holding the remote high up, while Rykard is climbing his brother while smooshing his face during the climbing attempt

Radahn is trying to push Rykard away with his other hand, but Rykard has a death grip with no intention of letting go

All while yelling at eachother, and throwing all the reasons each has for needing the tv more than the other

Ranni ends up just having Blaidd pick her up, and take the remote from Radahn, whose too distracted to notice

She then gets her brothers attention, and snap the remote in half in front of them. Then wordlessly returns to her room to study

Radahn, and Rykard are just frozen in place staring at the remains of the poor tv remote

Blaidd feels bad for them, and bakes them cupcakes. He saves his best cupcakes for Ranni, along with a glass of water.

Meanwhile next door at the Godwyn, Morgott, and Mohg household

The three are having brunch, as they're never organized enough to have breakfast at the same time

Mohg gets up too late, Godwyn gets up at fairly normal morning hours, and Morgott wakes at the crack of dawn with like 5 hours of sleep tops

Mohg likes having sunny side up eggs, but he likes to stab at it and watch the yolk bleed before eating it. He has the eggs over mash potatoes, with sausages cut and mixed in. His drink of choice is chocolate milk, with marshmallows. He won't drink it without it, and it has to be cold.

Godwyn likes to have a little bit of everything. So y'know the usual pancakes, toast (with extra butter), french toast (with extra cinnamon), hash browns, rice, bacon, sugar cookies, scrambled eggs, oatmeal, orange juice, strawberry milk, an iced latte, and a glass of water. He gets his appetite from his dad.

Morgott is pretty simple. He doesn't like to eat much in the morning, he prefers to have something light, and then have a big dinner. A black coffee is a must, with a little bit of brown sugar. He'll sometimes have some toast, and scrambled eggs. But often he'll blend together a bunch of different fruits, and vegetables and drink that. He's the kinda guy that'll blend just about anything together so he doesn't have to cook.

So they're all sitting down eating brunch.

Mohg is ranting about a new hyperfixation of his

Godwyn is listening closely, while Morgott is half listening, as he already heard the rant earlier.

When suddenly the house phone rings

Morgott goes to pick it up, as he's expecting a call from someone from his study group

It ends up being Varré tho

So Morgott calls for his brother

Mohg's eye lights up during the phone call, as he starts doing the lil hand flaps with his free hand

Once he hangs up, he's bouncing all over the place. He's trying to shove the rest of his food in his mouth, while rambling how Varré had found the perfect place for their secret base.

He ends up almost choking on his food.

Godwyn, and Morgott have to force him back in his chair

Godwyn is lecturing Mohg about eating slowly, and not talking with his mouth full

Morgott is already upstairs packing stuff for his twin, knowing Mohg would be too excited and forget half the stuff he needs for his outing

Once Mohg is all done eating, and had left with all he needs. Morgott and Godwyn are betting whether Varré will finally confess his undying love for Mohg.

Bonus with Malenia and Miquella:

Someone: Aww your little brother is so small and cute ❤️

Malenia:

Miquella:

Miquella: Im 16

[nanamisflowerfield]

WHAAAAA NANA'S REQUESTS ARE OPEN ( ≧Д≦) May I request for a lil scenario in which Thoma is telling his fem!S/O a funny experience he went through, only to realise later that she had fallen asleep on him? What would he do?

If you are not up for it, you are free to decline this request 💖

HIEHGISEHGH OMG- ALICE THANKS!! Thank you so much for requesting it, my love!!💕💕💕 I hope that you love that little fluffy piece and have a great day!💕

A few birds chirped, flapping with their wings until they rose up to the dark sky, where stars shined bright during the lightly cold night of Teyvat. A soft humming interrupted the silence, while your fingertips softly touched the flowers in the garden, as if they were made of glass, scared to break them if you handled them differently.

“There she is, my sweet girlfriend.” A voice whispered into your ear, chuckling as a small squeaking noise left your throat. “Sorry, did I surprise you?” Thoma laughed loudly, holding with his hand onto his stomach, as your cheeks turned red. “Thoma! Stop doing this…” You mumbled, grabbing him by his wrists to pull him towards a bench, while he hasn’t stopped to laugh at you. “I am really sorry… But you are always so cute, whenever it happens.”

You groaned at him, putting your forehead on his shoulder that shook due to his small laughers that Thoma tried to hold back. “How was your day, (y/n)? Wonderful? Great?” You shrugged with your shoulders, sighing, before you told him of your boring day and what you did during your work hours. “I hope that you had a better day, Thoma…” You mumbled, now leaning on your boyfriend, who put his arm around your shoulder, hoping to prevent the cold wind to hit you.

“Oh, something funny did happen.” He smiled at you, gaining a smile in return. “Then tell me.” You giggled at the blonde.

He surely looked like an excited puppy, seeing a new toy and wanting to play with it. His gaze turned towards the flowers and the night sky, telling you now the funny story that had happen, during one of a few meetings the Kamisato siblings had and wanted their housekeeper to be there with them.

Your eyes slowly closed, listening to his words, as his fingers intertwined with your soft hair, playing with the tips of it, not noticing that you drifted off and slept peacefully. Your head still resting on his shoulder, as he continued the long story, that Thoma wanted to tell you the whole day.

“- And then lord Ayato slipped, because due to Ayaka’s ice that she accidently left on the ground and his boba tea landed on the traveler’s head. That made Paimon laugh so much, that she bumped into a painting. She looked like a Hilichurl due to the dark colors. She tried to shake it off then and some of the paint landed on Gorou, who shrieked loud out and shoved accidently lady Kokomi into a pound. It was so hilarious to see all of this happen. But more happened later… The next meeting with-… Mh?”

Usually, you would have laughed at one of his funny stories, that the Kamisato housekeeper told you, but at the moment you were so quiet… Weird.

Thoma slightly leaned down, staring at your sleeping face. “Cute…” He whispered, chuckling at his sweet girlfriend, that hadn’t noticed the silence and the soft and warm embrace.

He would have carried you back to your room, letting you sleep there, but at this very sweet moment, he just wanted to be selfish.

It was getting colder and his arms pressed you to his chest, shielding you from the wind, as his eyes closed. Was it bad to be selfish once in a while…?

He just had not so much time to visit you every second of the day. He needed to be selfish right here and now, because he wanted to stay by his side. Being next to you is all he needed and wished for every day to have.

[inhuman-obey-me]

Payback's a Murder

Word Count: 2k Description: Mammon may be the Avatar of Greed and may constantly try to con his brothers, but others who try to do the same will find themselves at the wrong end of his murder. Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Finally got back to this, so here we go with Mammon's turn! Note: Mulciber is a demon mentioned in John Milton's Paradise Lost. He served under Mammon and was an architect. Can also be found on AO3 here. content warning: blood, body horror, torture via the sharp ends of birds

The Avatar of Greed often found himself in trouble, whether it be because he stole personal belongings to sell or tried to cheat someone out of cash or … well, there were a lot of ways. Call him reckless, but when he saw an opportunity to make some cold, hard Grimm, he wasn’t about to pass it up!

But if someone tried to cheat him out of something? That wouldn’t do. Few dared to try it if they knew just who they were dealing with, but that didn’t stop some from trying anyway. They always regretted it afterwards.

The real issue, however, was if someone tried to cheat his brothers out of something. After all, he was the only one allowed to rip them off (that was his justification, anyway). The moment he finds out someone else tried to play confidence demon with any of them, it was a one-way ticket to the Great Mammon’s Beatdown Extravaganza.

He was walking by Leviathan’s room earlier when he heard a loud crash, some swearing, and a slight rumble under his feet. After some door breaking, tackling, and forcing his hotheaded brother to not summon Lotan, he found out what had made him so upset. Apparently, there was some demon running around with elaborate schemes swindling others -- well, nerds -- out of their money. He went on to explain something that Mammon did not at all understand -- as was usual when he got into his otaku rambling. If his brother had not been so upset, Mammon would have commended the guy for knowing how to target and hit a jackpot.

After some additional pestering, Mammon managed to get a rough description of this third-rate demon and realized he had a pretty good idea of just who it was. It was someone far closer to him than he’d like to admit.

So now here he was, leaning against the bar at one of the Devildom’s many clubs, drink in hand as he monitors the floor. If he was right, he would see the other cozening demon somewhere here tonight, so now it was just a waiting game. As Lucifer had told him repeatedly, You have to show that you’re Number Two. He planned to make that very clear tonight.

He felt the pulse of the bass vibrating through his body as the DJ amped up their music, more and more demons flowing into the space as the prime clubbing hours arrived. A few who noticed Mammon acknowledged his presence, some whispering about how he seemed to look way more serious than normal. The Avatar of Greed, not partying the night away already? Strange.

His patience was just about to run out when he caught a glimpse of just the demon he was seeking out. Hair as orange as a flame, he wasn’t too hard to spot amongst the crowd of more muted succubi surrounding him. Mammon downed the rest of his drink in one go, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket as he made his way to his target.

“Mulciber. Already getting started, huh?”

“M-Mammon?!” He seemed startled to see the other, but cleared his throat as he regained his cool composure. “It’s good to see you, man! Why don’t you join us all for a drink?” The succubi around him giggled, one daring to lean towards Mammon in an attempt to latch onto his arm, but he quickly placed a hand up to stop her.

“No touchin’, sweetheart.” He shot her a look that made her immediately back away, a pout on her lips. “And that’s a nice offer, Mulcey, but I was hopin’ I could talk to ya real quick in private.”

Mulciber could tell that no was not an option in this conversation, given the serious look in the Avatar’s eyes. “Oh, uh, sure. Sorry ladies, I’ll be back soon. Gotta take care of business!” He gave them a wink as they continued on to the table for their party. Clearing his throat again, he turned back to his superior. “So, what’s shaking, boss?”

Mammon just gave him a smile before nodding his head towards a side door, motioning to accompany him there. The lesser demon complied, following him outside to a side alley. The night air was brisk, causing a shudder to run through Mulciber’s spine. At least, he hoped it was the weather that was making him feel like this …

“I heard ya got up to another scheme.” Mammon fiddled with a lighter, flipping the top off and on with his thumb and a jerk of his hand as he spoke. Click, click, click, click. “Wanna tell me about it?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, totally!” Mulciber nervously replied, wondering why Mammon seemed so interested. Did he want a cut of the check? Fishing for ideas for his own next get-rich-quick scheme? Or --

Oh.

Oh no.

He suddenly remembered that one of the victims of his scheming had been the very Avatar of Envy. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, delighting in the fact that he was even able to rip off a Greater Demon. Meant his plan had to be pretty genius, right? But now … now he was starting to realize that he may have just made a big mistake.

“Hm? Ya haven’t said a word, Mulcey-boy.” Mammon turned to face him, tucking the lighter into his pocket. He took a step towards the other, who immediately took a step back -- only to be met with a hard brick wall. “Or didja have a moment of realization?”

“L-Listen, Mammon, I’m sorry! I didn’t know at the time, I swear!” Mulciber brought both his hands up, as if that would stop the other from approaching him.

“Oh? ‘Cuz your face says differently, buddy.” He bared his fangs, the usual gradient in his eyes now glowing a furious gold. There’s a malicious grin on his face as he takes a step back, and then he begins to … whistle?

Mulciber does not like where this is going. He’s heard that tune before and it makes his hairs stand on end. “Look, man, please, I’ll do whatever I have to do to make it up to you!” There’s already desperation in his voice, which almost makes Mammon laugh.

“Glad to hear it. Then ya won’t have a problem with what’s about to happen next, yeah?”

It starts in the distance, a noise that made it feel as if your eardrums were being pierced by a thousand shards of glass. It grows louder and louder, closer and closer. An omen.

Mulciber shrinks against the wall, his grey eyes wide in fear. He knows running is pointless -- the other demon would quickly catch him, and leave him even worse for wear as repercussion. “P-please, Mammon, sir, don’t do this … “

“Didn’t you just say ya’d do whatever ya have to do?” Mammon shakes his head, his wings stretching out wide as if to entrap the lesser demon where he stood. “And you really think suddenly pullin’ out the formalities is gonna get ya any mercy here?”

The flapping of numerous wings now filled the air, a large murder of crows circling in the dark sky above. Their bone-chilling caws and cries rain down upon them as the birds eagerly await their master’s command.

Mammon lunged forward and grasped the other’s jaw, his claws digging into flesh as he brought his face threateningly close. “Pretty ballsy of you to think messin’ with any of us was the right move.” He growled, a rumble in his throat. “Looks like someone needs remindin’ of his place.”

“I-I wasn’t thinkin’ at the time! C’mon, you know how that is, don’t you? I was just thinking of making some big bucks, I didn’t mean to go and step out of line--” Mulciber frantically rambled, trying to ignore the searing pain he was feeling from Mammon’s grip.

“I’m sure that was the case, Mulcey, sure!” If it wasn’t for his mocking smile, the Avatar would have nearly sounded genuine. “But that doesn’t mean you can escape the consequences, ya’know?” He let out a tsk, watching as blood dripped from where he had pierced the other’s skin.

He let go of Mulciber, taking a few steps back as he shook his hand as if to clean it of the ichor. There was no denying the glee he was feeling from this -- it had been a while since he decided to flex his abilities and powers on another. Looking up to the sky, he whistled out another tune, causing the crows to descend.

“He’s all yours.” He commands them in a language only they could understand, and in a flash the black-feathered birds rush in to attack. Their squawks mix with Mulciber’s shrieks as they begin to peck at him with their beaks and scratch him with their claws. Mammon fishes out the lighter from his pocket once more, grabbing a cigarette from the box he had on him with his other hand. Leaning against the opposing alley wall, he lights up and takes a slow drag, watching as the flurry of feathers pulverize his inferior.

The crows tear at Mulciber’s flesh, their sharp beaks riddling his body with small cavities and painting him with his own blood. He continues to cry and scream, though it’s obvious he’s losing energy by the second as they grow weaker in intensity, his body slumping towards the ground. Perhaps he had learned his lesson? Surely, he’s just waiting for it all to stop now, right?

Mammon takes a glance around, humming in delight as he catches sight of a discarded iron pipe. He drops the remains of his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out before retrieving his now makeshift weapon. It feels cool and light in his hand, and he gives it a small toss in the air before catching it again with a satisfied smile.

“Alright, alright. You all can leave him alone now.” Mammon commands his murder once more, followed by another whistle to let them know they could go back to doing whatever they were doing before now. One of them flew over to Mammon, perching on the metal rod in his hand, looking up at him with a puffed up chest in pride as blood stained its beak.

“Yes, who’s my good lil’ birdie?” Mammon cooed, scratching the crow under its chin. “Go get yerself cleaned up, okay?” It cawed in delight before flying off to join the rest, who were fading back into the dark night sky. The Avatar of Greed shook his head fondly before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

Mulciber lay crumpled on the ground, though was making efforts to sit upright as he gasped for breath. His body hurt all over, as if every inch of him had been pierced with needles. He feebly looked up to meet Mammon’s gaze, a whimper leaving him as he noticed the rod in his hand.

“What? I couldn’t let my birds have all the fun, now could I?” Mammon grasped the rod firmly in both hands before swinging it down with a deafening crack as it hit the other, who let out another sharp cry of pain.

“Hm, perhaps just another for good measure.” Whack. Another wail.

“Okay, okay. One more.” Whack. Another splatter of blood.

Content at the shuddering and sniveling mass that was left, Mammon kneeled down to get close to Mulciber’s ear, his next words full of menace. “Ya really should have stuck to the building business. Keep that in mind in the future, ‘kay?”

Mammon stood up and let the iron rod clatter to the ground, its hollowness ringing into the night. He made his way back inside to order another drink, ignoring the whispers and stares from the others in the club. It was doubtful that Mulciber would make an appearance here after what had happened for a while.

He knocked on the bar counter, getting the attention of the bartender. “Give me a glass of your finest whiskey. Put it on Mulciber’s tab.”

[shotorozu]

hii so i saw your requests were open so i was wondering if yo could write confort angst with bakugo denki and hawks and a small boobs/flat chested reader who gets bullied for their body. it's okay if you don't feel confortable writing it!! thanks in advance

flat chested s/o

characters : bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, hawks | takami keigo

legend : [Y/N = your name] f!reader, quirk is not specific

fic type : headcanons [comfort, angst]

notes : if you’re concerned about having small tiddies, then just know the many pros to it— no chest pain, better fitting for clothes, and the ability to go braless! (i say this as a chestboard lol) also a lil nsfw with hawks!

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bakugou katsuki

when you express your concern about them, he’ll say “so? why are you telling me this?”

but then proceede to start prodding you for more details

he doesn’t really care that your tiddies are small (if any, it’s because he’s an ass man)

but just because bakugou’s preference is different, doesn’t mean he won’t show love to them

will casually set his large, warm hands on your chest anyway to warm them up

(it’s not even sexual) this is just one of the many ways bakugou shows that he still loves them,

and that he still loves you for you

but he’d do the chest warming trick even if you had big tiddies. it’s just something he likes to do

because he lives off your reaction

will scoff at anyone that makes fun of you for your tiddies because that’s super uncalled for

will go “don’t listen to them, dumbass.” and then he’ll go blow them up :))

because ew, the audacity of some people

bonus! : bakugou likes shape before size. it just feels right for him.

kaminari denki

he seemed so.. stupid, and flirtatious,

but that doesn’t mean he’s always like that! denki actually cares about you a lot.

denki has boundaries, so to say “oh, people like denki bc he’s hot” is just stupid— he doesn’t grope people

denki will probably find out sooner or later about your deep insecurities regarding your chest size

he’ll remember this, and you’ll never hear him say anything too much about your chest. (but rather, positive things.)

though he usually joins mineta’s antics, he makes sure mineta says NOTHING about your body

example!

kaminari was talking to mineta very casually like always, and he was going to step out of the conversation as soon as mineta was being.. mineta

BUT for some reason, mineta moves to make a comment on your body, catching his attention—

the comment was like how you’re basically “an imposter for the hot 1-A girls” and that you didn’t fit in.

he zapped mineta REAL QUICK

i think if he was dating someone, he’d stop with the pervy antics anyway sooo..

if you’re fine with very lighthearted jokes, he’ll make one occasionally— and that’ll make you laugh and forget about your insecurities

but if not, that’s okay.

YOUR HYPE MAN!!

“yuhh get into it, Y/N!”

“denki, i just asked you if you liked this top on me.”

“yes!”

i mean— on the contrary, i feel like denki likes tiddies on the smaller/average size more, it’s just.. a feeling. (but in general, he’s a tiddy man so.. yeah. but!! he’ll love you regardless of shape and size, so if it’s a Y/N tiddy then.. thats that)

hawks | takami keigo

when you tell him initially, he’ll be very lighthearted about the entire thing.

“nothing wrong about being a ‘b’ baby bird!”

“keigo,”

“sorry.”

but when he notices that you’re very insecure, he’s SO quick on acting on it.

the teasing gets lessen a bit, and hawks focuses more on compliments and actions that are near to worship

focuses on them a lot during sexy time, and afterwards— he’ll fall asleep holding them 🤍

oh and his words are not just flattery, he means it from the bottom of his morally gray heart

lots of touches, fleeting or lingering outside everything nsfw.

he’s another person that likes shape after size in a way.

but he loves you for you! so he’ll set aside all preferences for you since he adores you so much.

another man that would give you compliments constantly, basically your hype man

if he feels like saying something to you, he’ll say it :))

if anyone teases you for being flat, he’ll either

a. grab you and fly faaar away from them

b. flap his wings at them

c. respond to them in a very passive aggressive matter, nearly sassy.

in short— he’s a good lover, surprisingly attentive when you put aside the light hearted teasing.

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

[whirlybirbs]

maybe something quick? like a 'you awake?’ w/ alistair? our local lovable beef cake?

;   THE FINER POINTS OF FRIENDSHIP    —

summary: you’ll admit, you’re not a big fan of the dark. alistair thinks it’s cute. you just have to pee.

pairing: alistair theirin / warden!reader

word count: 1k

a/n: me, watching alistair’s romance again on youtube: ah this is the good shit huh whew!!! anyways please enjoy!!!

“Alistair?”

It’s a hiss of a whisper that jolts the tawny-haired Grey Warden out of his sleep. Alistair can’t help but reflexively uncurl himself from the scratchy woolen throw that he’d been unceremoniously having a cuddle with; he can’t help the way his eyes flick about in sleep-laden panic. Alistair is quick to throw himself straight up at the waist, head snapping towards the direction of the sound, all with his eyes half-open.

The cowlick in his hair seems just about as startled as him.

The light is dying from the fire in the center of camp and he can see the dimming light bounce and bobble through the crack in his tent’s linen door. Alistair goes still, wondering if what he heard was just a product of those increasingly more pesky lil’ night-terrors or —

Again, the call of his name.

“Alistair!”

This time, the whisper is followed by a shadow (a stumbling one, at that, who looks more like a half-drunk, new-born baby deer from this angle) that yanks the flap to his tent’s entrance open. 

Oh. 

It’s you.

His hands tighten in his woolen blanket as he tries his hardest to ignore the poke of your bare legs from beneath your sleeping tunic — and the way your hair sways as you duck down and under the flap... and the knock of your knees as you crawl half-way into the tent and gawk up at him with this horrifically adorable pleading look.

Maker help him. You are beautiful.

Cousland. You’re a noble — it shows, still, despite all else. And yet, you are your father’s daughter, Fergus’ sister... The daughter of the ruling house of Highever and an unabashedly talented woman with a dagger and bow. You’d said you got that little skill set from your mother, but... 

Well, Alistair didn’t pry. That wound was still awfully fresh. 

Despite being a Warden, despite being a roguish devil on the battlefield...

“Are you awake?” you ask, eyes a bit wide as Alistair just blinks back at you in the darkness.

You feel stupid the moment the question even leaves your mouth, but you can’t help it. Alistair is clearly awake, though the low timbre of his voice begs to differ. You watch as the Grey Warden pushes his hand through the firey mop of hair on his head and groans quietly. The freckles that smatter his warm skin are distracting. You watch as his arm bows, and realize there are more along his forearms and poking out from his tunic’s sleeve. 

This tent seems too small for the ex-Templar — though in travel and in battle, Alistair is a force of his own, you find yourself forgetting just how... big he is. And now, it’s slapping you in the face in these small quarters. Well over six feet and strong enough to wear heavy plate with not a single complaint, Alistair Theirin is a warrior. 

... Okay, maybe a few complaints. But, that was all a part of his charm, wasn’t it? Right?

Maker help you.

You shift uselessly in all fours and avert your eyes.

“Well, if I wasn’t before,” he says mid-yawn, “I am now... What has you crawling into my tent at this hour, my lady?”

You flick his ear. He yelps. He should have anticipated that.

This ‘friendship’ (if that’s what he can even call it) is still new, taking shape, becoming something solid. But, he’s learned what sort of buttons to press to get a good little reaction out of you already. It’s cute. 

Someone doesn’t take too kindly to being reminded of her near royal status.

(Alistair can’t really say he blames her.)

“I need to pee,” you suddenly blurt.

Alistair’s thoughts come to a rather abrupt halt as he sits there and blinks at you. Big, warm, honey-colored eyes quirk with a sudden burst of amusement. Regret instantly bubbles in your throat.

“...And?” he waves his hands along, “Am I supposed to... carry the chamberpot out for you, my grace?”

“And,” you groan, head dropping as your hair swims around you. Free from its war-born stylings, its tangled tresses scream of sleep, “And I keep hearing these noises from the woods —”

“Maker,” Alistair cracks a smirk, “Is the lady a bit scared of the dark?”

Another flick. This time his nose. 

“Quit calling me that, will you?” you huff, eyes shifting over your shoulder and towards the inky black darkness that has swallowed up the camp. The campfire has dwindled, now mere coals flitting in ash, “I just... Will you just make sure some darkspawn doesn’t eat me while I pee? I’ve had to go for an hour now.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“...Murder?”

“Usually,” he chirps, moving to stand and bend half-way just to slip out the tent’s flaps, “But I’m referencing the other magic word. Starts with a ‘puh’ and ends with a ‘lease, Alistair?’”

As you move to stand, his voice dips into a mocking swoon. You’re sure that if you turn around, you’ll see him batting those eyelashes and knotting his fingers together... Your dignity crumples when you do and even more so when he doesn’t budge when he’s met with your stubborn silence.

Behind you, in the woods, there’s a distant snarl of some animal and a pained yip. You cringe and knock your knees together a bit tighter.

"Please?” you grit out, frowning solidly.

“Please, who?” 

“Maker give me strength,” you groan, “Please, Alistair?”

Alistair, in all his midnight chipperness, grins. “Lead the way, my lady. I prefer that big oak tree to the right... good support, nice coverage, far enough away that no one can hear the steady stream...”

You’re already walking away — wondering if maybe getting eaten by hungry wolves would be easier to stomach than dealing with Alistair’s sudden pride at being picked for this intimate display of trust. But... This is what friends do, right? They look out for one another.

Especially when they have to pee. 

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Horse info 101

A horse girl’s guide to the basics for fic writing with an important and lively horse involved:

This got kinda long I’m kinda sorry but not at all lol 

There's three basic gaits (speeds with different patterns of hoof-fall/leg movements

Walking is the slowest and is a four beat gait, meaning each foot hits the ground at a different time. Usually the same pace as a walking human when the horse is calm. Some breeds can walk HELLA fast though. Most horses will fill the same spot/hole where their front hoof was with their back hoof on the same side. If they overstep they clip their fetlock (joint lookin bit above the hoof) or pastern (bit between the hoof and fetlock) and can injure themselves. 

Now trotting. The middle gait, a person can jog next to a trot at a comfortable pace but if you push them a little horses can trot faster than your average HS track endurance athlete. Once again some breeds can trot HELLA fast. This is a two beat gait in that two diagonally opposite legs are moving in unison. In some english saddles (I’ll get into that later if we have class time) it’s easier to post while the horse is trotting rather than sit for the gait. That just means you stand up in the irons (stirrups on an english saddle, we’ll also cover that later) at the same time that one of the front legs moves forward. 

Also, see how the trotting horse’s head looks? That’s how they travel when they’re relaxed and attentive. The tucked head thing you see Roach doing is because there’s tension on the reigns and Henry learned to ride for an english seat not a western pleasure seat (might get into those but they’re really not important)

Time for the Canter/Lope. This is a three beat gait so that means two legs are moving in unison and the other two are not. Horses canter/lope fast. This is the go-time gait. Some performance/dressage horses are trained to canter extremely slow but if we’re talking transportation trained horses they’re not gonna be that kind of slow. Your average human is not gonna be able to keep up with this for long if at all. This varies in speed too. There's a rather casual canter seen in the gif directly below, then below that is the balls to the wall canter/lope that most horse people just refer to as a run. That’s as fast as they can go.

Basic tack names

Halter + Lead/Lead Rope - these can be made of rope, leather, nylon (more modern) but the halter is generally used for leading and tying.

Bridle - this is the one that you use while you ride, it holds the bit in their mouth. There’s millions of different types of bridles but they’re usually made out of leather even now. sometimes you get rope/nylon ones but I don’t trust them.

Reins - connect to the bit and you use them to steer and control speed. Horses trained in western or one handed riding will ‘neck rein’ which means if you move your hand to the right and the left rein brushes their neck they will move to the right.

Bit - the metal piece in the horses mouth. most english riding bits are broken (joint in the middle) and most western ones are solid. there’s a gap behind the horse’s front teeth and that’s where the metal sits. Some horses have smaller mouths than others and do better with solid bits because the ‘broken’ ones will hit the top of their mouth and hurt. There’s also things called ‘shanks’ on some bits which are just longer pieces of metal that attach to the sides of the pieces in their mouth and point downward. This gives the rider more leverage and makes any tug on the reins stronger. (google “Horse bit shank” if this doesn’t make sense)

Saddle - you sit in it. simple right? wrong. There’s two main types of saddles, Western - with the horn like you see in the running gif, and English- the loping gif without the horn. The saddles used in the Witcher look like the pre-english saddle versions but the basic parts you need to know are the same. The part where you ass goes? that’s the seat. the part right in front of your crotch? That’s the pomel. that’s your ‘oh shit handle’ if anything goes screwy (other than the mane). The part that sticks up and keeps your ass in place? That’s the cantle. I like western saddles SO MUCH MORE but i also grew up mainly riding western so im biased. 

Stirrups/Irons - stirrups and irons are where your feet go. In western saddles they’re called stirrups and they’ve got wider decorative leather flaps (called fenders, also originally added to protect trousers/legs from the horse sweat and the buckles of the cinch) and on english saddles they’re called irons because they are usually made of iron and rather slim. Geralt’s irons look pretty similar to modern ones, slim leather straps, minimal iron (or steel or any other strong metal really). Traditional english riders have knee high boots like you see in regency costumes which removes the need for the fenders like on western saddles. 

Cinch/girth - this is what keeps the saddles on. You take a strap and attach it to one side of the saddle, run it under the belly right behind their front legs and attach it to the other side. Its usually made of a strong fabric with wool or some kind of softer lining for western riding. English riding uses a leather one most of the time though this horse girl hates them because they’re harder to cinch up. English saddles use buckles while Western saddles use another leather strap to run through the chinch/girth buckle and you either tie it off or use it like a belt. 

Chest strap - this keeps the saddle from sliding backwards. It’s attached to both sides of the saddle by buckles and between the front legs its attached to the cinch/girth. this is pretty universal but not always used. Geralt uses one though. 

Saddle pad - goes under the saddle to protect the baby’s back and whithers (spot where the neck meets the back and the mane ends)

Tacking up and untacking takes time. This is usually 5-10 minutes when done at a leisure pace and done right.

Basic grooming

Brush down before tacking up - you don’t want stuff chaffing the pony while you ride

brush after untacking- helps clear skin of irritants and feels nice

Shedding scraper/curry comb to get rid of shedding hair - if you want a pic of these just google them I think I’m close to the pic limit for my post. 

HOOF PICK - keep the baby's feet clean and clear if rocks so they don't bruise but also so nothing get infected

Yes, plz brush their mane it gets MATTED - a hairbrush works but a wide tooth comb is best

Horses roll to itch their backs and clean off, sounds counterintuitive with the dirt but it works

Shaving a little spot for the bridle to sit is pretty modern but it's easier for everyone involved

Horse Colors- guys roach is not brown she’s a chestnut color

The only thing I have to add to this is that the “Leopard” one is called “appaloosa” in the US at least, and “Pinto” is also reffered to as “Paint” and there’s all sorts of different patterns that you can see. also i want a buckskin so bad. yes i was obsessed with Spirit as a child why do you ask?

Travel care of your babies

Horses CAN and have subsisted off roadside grasses and grazing at night BUT it's good for them to get a lil something extra ESPECIALLY if you’re keeping them in a stall at night where they can’t graze.

Hay and grains like cracked wheat, oats, barley and the like are commonly found in horse feed. Also a lil drizzle of molasses is chock full of calories and all my horses LOVE the taste.

also while we’re talking food: some horses cant keep all the juice/bits in their mouth when they eat apples (we fondly call it making applesauce) or other treats/veg. Yes it gets all over your hand, yeah its kinda gross, but there’s worse things.

Shoes. Babe's need horse shoes. Especially if they're walking over rocks and roads.

Throwing a shoe (when it comes off on accident) is painful sometimes and if left un-dealt with can affect their joints and spine. Imagine walking around in one heeled shoe and one athletic shoe all day. Ow.

On that note though, on lighter travel seasons it's nice to give their hooves a break from shoes (also cheaper)

Horse moods:

horse mood ear chart here: I cant add much tbh

If a horse is comfortable/happy/relaxed they will ‘chew’ on nothing. Just kina a little lip smack type deal. My horse’s bottom lip would hang a couple centimeters below his top one when he was relaxed and I would put my chapstick in it while I fussed with other things.

When a horse is uncomfrotable/scared/tense their lips get sealed tight. I call it ‘fish butt lips’ bc they’re watertight and NOTHING is getting in there. 

Stamping hooves can be a few things. Antsy and ready to roll, nervous, deadass scared, or playful/excited. 

A full whinny is communication - saying hi, warning, scared, etc.

the really soft whinny is called a nicker and its my favorite sound okay? that’s little soft communication and its usually reserved for times when they’re comfortable.

When they’re really relaxed they’ll cock one of their back legs kinda how we shift our weight to one hip. 

general fun facts:

Some horses fake limp when they don’t want to work bc they are lazy and smart and realize their person will get off and check them out and maybe even give them a rest. 

You do a preliminary leg injury test by running your hands slowly over their legs and checking for hot spots - inflammation caused by injury is warm

Basic horse saftey is never stand directly in front of the horse if theres a possibility of spooking, if you’re gonna walk behind them walk out of reach of their hooves or right up against that ass. If they cant get a good wind up it wont do as much damage (on that note though I rode/trained horses for 18 years and was only kicked once by a foal). 

It’s kinda common sense not to walk/sidestep between your horses legs and under their belly but we do it all the time bc its a trust thing? adrenaline? its fun?

laying on your horse’s back sans saddle, and facing their butt is so nice okay, that ass is soft and cushy and perfect for a nap. I miss laying on my horses while they ate like this every damn day. 

Horses can sense your moods. Not unlike the whole ‘witchers smelling you’ thing. They can feel a difference in the tension on the reins and in your posture when you’re tense or relaxed.

Some horses will take care of their riders, some are absolute shits and push the limits for funsies. Some horses will only behave for people they’re used to too. Some horses have trauma from being mistreated and will have triggers kinda like people do. We had a horse who would freak the fuck out if anyone walked around with a red had but as soon as you took it off she was the most level headed horse we had.

A good portion of horses (Who aren’t scared of children) will behave better with kiddos or novice riders because they feel they’re nervous.

If they hurt while they’re moving they usually limp but sometimes they’ll buck. It’s their defense mechanism. 

Horses can’t sleep for too long laying down because their body weight will collapse their lungs. Most horses sleep standing up.

They can sit like a dog and it’s hella cute. 

Stung by bees? Most horses will take off at a dead sprint bucking and hopping unless you’ve done a lot of trust work/training with them

They also run and jump and buck and rear to play.

If theres two horses in a pasture together one will chew at the other’s whithers (or anywhere else) to ask them to scratch them the same way. its very cute and they sometimes try this with people.

horses hug. I cry. 

the whole deal with the rider/horse relationship is it’s a mutual trust you’re building. They let you sit on their back and do weird shit and you trust them not to throw you.  

Thank you for coming to class today! If there’s any questions feel free to message me! I’m not kidding I wanna answer your questions and I miss my horses so this is fun for me.

@elliestormfound​ here it is boo! lol 

[prince-honeypaw]

Hewoo!! I was wondering if you could do some little!Sero hcs! Lil tape boi doesn't get as much love as he deserves😌💙

♡ He really doesn't! I adore Sero, and little Sero lives in my head rent free. Here you go!

♡ Hanta is the type of person that seems like an older regressor, but the truth is that he doesn't actually know his age range at all! He could be big enough to pour himself a drink, but small enough to need a bottle or a sippy cup at the same time. And other times he could just be one or the other rather than in between!

♡ As such, he has developed a very complex and highly intricate labeling system for how he is feeling while in his headspace: Small, Medium, or Large. Large is when he feels that he can do most things without help, Small is when he is feeling tiny enough to need supervision, and Medium is somewhere in the middle.

♡ There is a difference between Large and Big. Big is for if he's in his Big headspace, and Large is for older littlespace. Very different, do not mix.

♡ He's surprisingly kinetic in headspace! He's often doing some kind of stim: Pacing, tapping, flapping, kicking, wiggling, shivering- Anything to get the "squiggles" out!

♡ Playtime simply can NOT commence until the baby is sufficiently de-squiggled.

♡ Activities vary depending on what size Sero you get, as to be expected.

♡ Large Hanta is very into aesthetically pleasing video games like Okami, Sakuna, and Twilight Princess. He also loves climbing walls and jungle gyms! The kind of kid that climbs on top of the monkey bars.

♡ He has a very good grasp on using his quirk and will use it often to get into things that he shouldn't. Namely the craft materials that Iida thinks are safe in the top of the closet. (They aren't.)

♡ Small Hanta activities are based entirely on his whims. How small is he feeling? How far does he want to move? What can he reach? The answers don't usually matter, his first order of business is always finding something to suck or chew on.

♡ His handle on his quirk in Small Space is less than desirable, but that rarely stops him from trying to use it. Especially if he's on his tummy- He can't be expected to get up and grab something!

♡ This will often lead to spiderwebs of tape draped around the room and the desired object still out of reach.

♡ Sero is a very compliment oriented baby. If told he's a pretty boy he will let out the most delighted gasp, and hide his face in his hands to muffle the flustered giggles. Absolutely the type that blushes to the tips of his ears.

♡ His favorite animal is Garfield.

♡ But, he also likes zebras, giraffes, tigers, cheetahs, and leopards! The patterns appeal to him in all the right ways.

[that-one-scorpia-kinnie]

My OC Teddy and their autism

So quite a while ago, I introduced to you all my She Ra OC Teddy and mentioned that they are autistic but I didn't go into much detail about what their experience with autism is like, so I'm gonna do a lil post about it. (To be honest I based some aspects of Teddy's autism on my own autism.)

Special interests

As some of you know, Teddy's main special interest is dance, and they know a lot about the history of dance, how dance evolved and dances from different cultures and what they may symbolise. They could talk for ages about the history of dances from thousands of years ago to the modern day. They are especially passionate about step-dancing, and has been doing that style of dance since a very young age when they first developed their special interest of dance, and is therefore extremely skilled at it. Some of their other special interests include hamsters and anthropology.

Empathy

Teddy has a lot of empathy, so is very good at understanding peoples' emotions (if their emotions are clear) and is good at comforting people and giving advice. But they tend to feel too much empathy for their own good. So when others say something negative or self-deprecating about themselves, Teddy will get nervous and try to comfort them. They also tend to feel too much empathy for the wrong people, which occasionally hinders them in battle.

Sensory issues

Teddy is a big sensory-seeker, and movement-stimming and deep pressure stimming are their absolute favourite kinds of stim, so they love hugs and get very happy and excited when Scorpia gives them a hug (the two of them would get along really well cause of this.)

However, Teddy is sensitive to loud noises and struggles to cope in crowded spaces or when people are talking at the same time. They also don't like when people touch them without them knowing. They can't handle tight clothing and always wears clothes that are a little bit loose and baggy. However, in terms of same foods, Teddy tends to enjoy a wide variety of foods.

Misunderstanding of social cues

Teddy is introverted and often struggles with understanding social cues such as sarcasm, physical gestures, especially if they're subtle, and tones (they'll often think people are angry when they aren't.) However, Teddy is also very intuitive and generally knows when people are upset, and will always try to comfort them, usually by talking to them and letting them vent, as I said before Teddy has a lot of empathy. And them misunderstanding sarcasm doesn't mean they don't have a good sense of humour. In fact, Teddy will oftentimes use sarcastic humour but in their own way.

Stimming

Like I said before, Teddy's favourite forms of stimming are through movement, deep pressure and auditory. For example, they will stim to fast-paced music and usually will stim by dancing, jumping around, flapping their hands, squealing, hitting or rubbing their own arms and legs (not painfully though, just out of being excited) and playing with fidget toys. They will also often stim by playing with folds in clothing or different fabrics.

Meltdowns

The mains causes of Teddy's meltdowns are being overstimulated (such as during war meetings when multiple people are talking at once and the conversation is getting really stressful, or when there are sudden loud noises, Teddy becomes anxious and overwhelmed, or when they're having a sensory overload), being understimulated (when not enough is going on and Teddy has to stay still for a long period of time, they will become very depressed and irritable which leads to a meltdown), or when their emotions are too strong, such as how they become anxious a lot, and if they feel too much anxiety or feel too much empathy they will have a meltdown. Usually when they have smaller meltdowns, they will become mute and go into shutdown for a while, but in the instance of a full-blown meltdown, Teddy will cry, scream and hit their head against a wall as a form of self injury. When this happens, Lumina (my other OC who is very close with Teddy) will take them to a quiet room to help them calm down.

After a big meltdown, Teddy will be mute for a while and struggle to communicate, which is why they know ESL (Etherian sign language), as they used to be non-verbal until the age of 5 and communicated mostly with ESL and noises.

Routine

Teddy has a very good long term memory, is very precise about the things they want or need to do, and takes their daily routine very seriously. Not in the sense that Perfuma takes her rituals seriously, but Teddy will internally schedule their day and if there's an interruption to their routine they'll get worried.

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(Side headcanon, I feel like Teddy and Entrapta would bond over the fact that they're both autistic, and they would absolutely support each others' special interests despite them being completely different. And my friend Bobbi (@spop-dump) at some point headcanoned that Entrapta would make Teddy back-up dancer robots, which I absolutely agree, and I added onto that headcanon with how Teddy would make Entrapta tiny shortbreads to say thanks for the back up dancer bots.)